Xia Lao smiled proudly: "The old man spent twenty taels of silver to eat your chicken, shouldn't you spend money if you want to eat the old man's courgette?" You must know that the taste of this roasted sweet potato is not inferior to your boy's flower chicken. ”

Wu Zheng scoffed at Xia Lao's words, isn't it just a roasted sweet potato, as if no one has ever eaten it.

However, this thing is a good thing for the current Da Zhou, not to mention that it can be eaten as a meal, and the yield is high, and the most important thing is that you can make vermicelli if you can't finish it, but unfortunately there is still no chili, otherwise a bowl of sour and hot and sour noodles is enough to dominate the entire Bashu food world.

So if this thing was roasted by this old man like this, wouldn't it be too tyrannical?

"Master Xia, this muddy and grassroots-like thing is really as good as you say? And to say that it is a melon, this amount seems to be a little insufficient! ”

"Hehe, the old man said that it is a melon, he is a melon, why do you still have an opinion? As for the taste, hehe...... The whole Da Zhou is really the only one, do you kid want to eat it or not, the old man is still waiting for the roasted sweet potato? ”

"Okay, Master Xia, you can say it! How much does it cost? ”

Xia Lao stretched out a finger, and said with a smile on the appearance of a successful trick: "The old man won't let your kid suffer, just ten taels of silver!" ”

"Master Xia, you're robbing money! And this money grabbing is not like you! Your old courgette is not as thick as your fingers, and you are embarrassed to sell the boy ten taels of silver? And you still use a kid's fire to roast sweet potatoes, so you have to be cheaper! ”

Xia Lao is a real scholar, and he is also a generation of Confucianism, who has been square all his life, and he is still a little embarrassed to see that the sweet potato in Liu Dongqing's hand is sold for ten taels of silver.

Of course, the most important thing is that he didn't spend any money on these sweet potatoes for a long time, and it was his emperor's students who knew that he was a good teacher, so they specially collected them for his old man to try.

Since he doesn't know what the cost is, for his old Confucian, who has never done business, the selling price is not easy to set, and he said that ten taels of silver was one, it was all because Wu Zheng sold him a chicken for twenty taels of silver before.

"Then how much do you kid say? Let's talk about it first, don't mention it if it's less than five taels of silver. ”

Wu Zheng smiled slightly, it is true that Old Man Xia is a generation of Confucianism, but based on what he just said, Wu Zheng can conclude that his old man does not know how to do business, you must know that how can a businessman say his reserve price as soon as he opens his mouth?

Wu Zheng stretched out three fingers and said, "Three taels." ”

"The old man just said that it is less than five taels, don't mention it, your kid is embarrassed to say three taels to the old man now? Get out of the way, this sweet potato old man will keep one person to roast and eat. ”

"Xia Shi, this is old and wrong, this business, isn't it just asking for a price all over the sky, sitting on the ground and paying back? If you don't want to, we can discuss it again! If you don't want more, how about I want all the six sweet potato boys of twenty taels of silver? ”

Xia Lao snorted from his nose, obviously disapproving of Wu Zheng's price increase, so Wu Zheng said again: "Why don't you send Xia Shi another delicious meat-filled dumpling?" ”

"Dumplings?" Xia Lao suddenly became interested and asked, "What are dumplings?" ”

"Glaive ravioli."

Xia Lao squeaked and said, "You kid can also make wontons?" ”

"What is it called, the kid doesn't dare to say anything else, even if the boy's wonton can't catch up with the craftsmanship of the imperial chef in the palace, it is definitely everywhere."

"Boy, just blow it! If you have the ability, you can get a bowl for the old man to taste. ”

"You always want to try the boy's craft, that's the boy's blessing, but this courgette ......"

Xia Lao smiled: "As long as the kid can really make the old man eat his own taste, why not sell these six courgettes to you for twenty taels?" However, if this glaive wonton is not delicious, the old man will not give it to the old man. ”

"It's easy to say, let's ask Master Xia to go up the mountain, and the kid will give you the old wontons."

Xia Lao followed Wu Zheng with a smile, as if he completely remembered that there was still someone standing there stupidly.

Liu Dongqing looked at the sweet potato in his hand and then looked at the back of Wu Zheng Xia Lao who was drifting away, Liu Dongqing really wanted to smash these sweet potatoes in his hand to him, but he didn't dare to use this Xia Lao's thing.

Liu Dongqing abandoned Guozijian's studies this time and followed Xia Lao back to Shu all the way, which can be said to be desperate just to be able to officially worship under Xia Lao's name, not a junior who can be close to him or a registered student who can't get on the stage.

Students and disciples sound like they both mean the same, but in this era, the two are very different, because there can be many students, Xia Yun, who is also the great sacrificial wine of the Guozijian, can be said to be his old student, but now there is only one emperor who can be called his old man's disciple.

So when he saw that Xia Lao and Wu Zheng had only known each other for a morning, the appearance of a year-old friend really made him jealous, and at the same time made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

Then Wu Da Bang is a big fool who has lost his family business, what qualifications does he have to compare with himself? That's right, he's a big fool, how could he be afraid of him? It seems that he really cares about Zechao, and he wants to worship Xia Lao as a teacher, and he actually let a Wu big stick mallet affect his state of mind.

Liu Dongqing shook his head, feeling that he must have been thinking too much just now, so he cleaned up his mood and followed with a sweet potato.

When he went up the mountain, Liu Dongqing found that no matter how he looked at the village in front of him, he felt that the village was like a group of ringing horses, especially when he saw the three words of Juyitang on the road, his heart suddenly became cold.

Damn, why did you follow that Wu big stick mallet into the thief's den in a daze?

Seeing that Xia Lao was still talking and laughing with Wu Zheng in front, Liu Dongqing's heart couldn't help but start to get anxious, didn't Xia Lao know that we followed this big mallet into the thief's den together? How should this be good, how should I remind him of the old man, what if this Wu Dabang mallet is in a gang with these thieves? If you want to go now, will it be too late?

Just when Liu Dongqing was thinking for a while, Xia Lao had already been welcomed into his small courtyard by Wu Zheng.

As soon as he walked into the small courtyard, Liu Mang in the courtyard next door poked his head out of the courtyard wall, looking at the old and the young with a curious expression, didn't my uncle go to repair the road this morning? Why did you rob an old man and come back?

Look at the old man is a lot old, how much oil and water can he have, and this Shenmu Village even robs the old man's things, it's not good to hear this thing go out! However, the oily-haired and powder-faced boy behind him is very good, and at first glance he is a rich master, and it should not be a problem to ask his family for a ransom of 180 yuan.

"Uncle, this is ...... you"

Hao Zheng said with a smile: "It's a coincidence, today I went down the mountain to build a road, and I actually met my former classmates who came back from Shendu, and I haven't seen them for many years, and I, as a landlord, naturally want to do my best to be a landlord." ”

"Classmates?" Liu Mang looked at Xia Lao beside Wu Zheng, and said puzzledly: "Uncle, is this classmate of yours too old?" ”

Xia Lao laughed when he heard this, stroked his beard and said, "You kid can't speak human words, which eye do you have to see the old man like his classmate?" Besides, this kid wants to be the old man's classmate, so he is worthy of his virtue? ”