"Qingxi Waterway!" Liu Bei's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but frown.

"The water in the wild forest is turbulent and the water situation is complicated. If it weren't for the boatman's sophistication, I would have swam to see me today! Geng Yong's expression did not have a trace of fear: "If this is the case, I am afraid that it will hurt the book behind me." Besides, the water potential observed all the way is not a stream, and it is clearly a river. It's better to call Qinghe. Zhuo County already has a Qing River, otherwise it is called Xiaoqing River? ”

"Do you know water?" Liu Bei was overjoyed. Spit and ignore it directly. I wanted to find someone to teach him how to swim.

"Quite water-savvy." Geng Yong's serious correction.

"Dun'er, who's coming?" The mother is standing under the porch supported by the Gongsun clan.

"Geng Yong has met the two mothers." Geng Yong hurriedly saluted.

Liu Xiaopang, who was a step late, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Geng, this is my mother, this is my sister." ”

"Forgive sins, forgive sins." Geng Yong hurriedly apologized.

"He who does not know is not guilty." Mother smiled and said, "Please talk in the guest hall." ”

"Please, Brother Geng." Liu Bei smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Please." Walk through the front yard, sit in front of the porch, take off your cloth shoes, and put them in order, and then enter the hall. The guest and the host sat down, and the Gongsun family sent a thirst-quenching tea, and scooped out a pot (bù) of iced honey syrup from the bronze ice jian (hàn) next to him, and poured a bowl for Liu Bei and Geng Yong.

In this era, the main drink in summer is basically well water. The people of the time believed that "the well is still there, and the cold spring is clear". It would be better if you could find a sweet spring.

At that time, people called hot water 'soup', and cold water called 'water'.

The more elaborate one is called: honey syrup.

It is honey water mixed with honey in the clear well water of a cold spring. Yuan Shu loves to drink very much. When he died, it was the height of June and he wanted to quench his thirst with honey syrup. But there is no food in the army, how can there be honey? sighed for a long time, and shouted, "Yuan Shu is so far!" He vomited blood and died.

They are all teenagers, Geng Yongzhou has traveled so far, and he is already thirsty. So he bowed hastily, and then raised his glass and drank bitterly.

"It's so sweet!"

"One more drink." Liu Bei smiled at Gongsun.

"Okay." Gongsun poured a full cup steadily, and did not even splash out.

After sitting with them for a while, the mother and the grandson took their leave and left.

Without an adult, Geng Yong suddenly shortened the rules. hurriedly drank another cup, and then sat down with a burp, and lay on his side with his legs stretched out crookedly.

One before and one after, if two people.

Liu Bei, who has always had a strict family education and never dared to be so profligate, didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Forget it cross-legged, and lie down on your side!

"Don't laugh, brother. Foolish brother has never been able to sit for a long time. Not so much today. It's just that the floor in your house is too hard. "He's justified.

"In that case, I'll go get a straw mat." Liu Xiaopang rolled his eyes.

"Straw mats are useless. Still too thin. ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Liu Bei had a flash of inspiration.

The Han people's way of life of sitting on the ground and choosing the ground and lying down is called 'Xiju'. Because of the long grass in the Central Plains, the 'seat' was invented, and the bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River was invented. The "feast" is spread on the "mat", so it is called "feast". Ordinary village households have no floor, rammed earth to form the ground, so there are many mattresses under the mat, but they become heavy mattresses (overlapping together). As Geng Yong complained. In this era, straw mats were very thin. Otherwise, there will be no severance.

The pile is too thick, can it still be cut?

If you want to thicken it, you can only fold several straw mats and turn them into heavy mats. However, the heavy seat is too soft and inconvenient to breathe. Especially in the scorching heat, sitting down and getting sores.

Can......

"What's the matter, Brother Xian?"

"Nothing." Liu Xiaopang's eyes lit up and he smiled: "I just thought of a way to relieve my brother's worries." ”

"Oh?" Ever since he saw Liu Xiaopang's flush toilet, Geng Yong has been full of curiosity about the unicorn in the mouth of the Liu clan in front of him. They are all half-grown teenagers, although Geng Yong is a few years older, he can't help but be a teenager.

This time, he not only brought Liu Bei a lot of 'miscellaneous books' collected at home, but also brought news about the former Shangshu Cui Yu.

However, compared to what he saw and heard at the ferry, Geng Yong preferred to listen to Liu Bei tell interesting stories about his side.

The two are young and like-minded. Knee-long talk, before the fun, has sunset in the west building. Liu Bei's family has three meals a day, and it doesn't hurt to eat one less. But Geng Yong, who only eats two meals, can't hold it anymore once he eats too much. Because at the moment, only the nobles were allowed to eat three meals.

Fortunately, the mother was careful.

This sent the Gongsun clan to deliver the food.

After eating, Geng Yong went to fetch iced honey syrup to drink. You're welcome either.

Speaking of which, Geng Yong is Liu Bei's first real friend. Whether it is the mother or the grandson, they are very happy for the little fat man.

Liu Bei really likes Han-style bedding.

and the lacquered floors that are wiped down by my mother every day.

Summer is scorching, and the heat is hard to get rid of. The two simply moved to the porch and lay down against the railing.

The breeze was gentle, and fatigue hit, and he fell asleep deeply.

Following.

Stuffed Geng Yong with the return gift prepared by his mother, and watched him sail away, Liu Bei immediately called the old craftsman.

"Young owner, what is this?" For Liu Bei's ghostly design sketch, the old craftsman held twelve points of reverence.

"Brown mats. No, hemp mats. Liu Bei gestured at the drawings and said: "The hemp silk is pressed into a cake and glued with glue." When it is solidified, take the brocade and stitch it together. ”

"What's the use?" The old craftsman didn't figure it out.

"You'll know when you're done."

"Oh......"

Liu Bei asked again: "What glue is the most sticky?" ”

"It's a swim bladder." The old craftsman blurted out.

"How easy is it to get?"

"It's cow glue." The old craftsman added: "At the Hu merchant office in the horse market, you can buy cowhides!" ”

"So, let's go to the county seat."

After borrowing the third uncle's Wuhuan war horse, Liu Bei rushed to the horse market.

Coincidentally, it's still that Hu Shang.

After listening to Liu Bei's request, Hu Shang smiled and said, "Yes." "A few cowhides, what can be difficult.

Liu Bei was about to inquire about the price, but Hu Shang preemptively said: "Raw cowhide is easy to get, why not give it to you." And what I need, can you meet it? ”

There is no such thing as a free lunch. Liu Bei thought for a while and said, "What do you want?" ”

"Jelly." Could it be that you are addicted to eating?

Liu Bei shook his head and smiled: "The mulberry fruit has fallen, and the kid has nothing to do." ”

"So, you made the jelly." Hu Shang is shrewd!

Mulberries fall fruit, there is nothing to be done. The logic in this is clear when you think about it! If the jelly really comes from the forbidden middle, and what does it have to do with the mulberry not falling fruit!

"Yes, yes." The horse stumbled, and Liu Xiaopang had no choice but to admit it.

"Wonderful!" Hu Shang stroked his palms and laughed: "In this way, can you change the flavor?" ”

"You mean......" Liu Bei's eyes revealed an inexplicable deep meaning: "I know that jelly is not a forbidden thing, and I have to ask for it." But for personal use? ”

"Such a rarity, so valuable. How dare I eat alone? Hu Shang didn't intend to cover it up, "Naturally, it's a gift to others." ”

"How's the peach jam?" At this time, it is the season to eat peaches.

"Yes." Liu Bei was about to leave, but Hu Shang suddenly said, 'Slow'. After rushing behind him and whispering a nonsense, an old slave took out an object from the inner tent. The fruit box is exquisitely made and beautifully painted. There is also a seal on the lid of the box, although the red paint has fallen off, the word "Imperial Gift" can still be recognized.

Liu Bei looked at it, it was not his own lacquered wood fruit box!

Knowing that there is a fake, but still deceiving?

"It's still worth twenty gold." Hu Shang made a loud noise.

Picking up the fruit box, Liu Bei nodded and left.

Returning the fruit box is for the sake of making a full set of plays.

In this way, Hu Shang asked for a lot.

I don't know how noble the person he resold is?