Zhang Junping broke the tea cakes, put them into four tea bowls, and brewed them with boiling water. For the first bubble, Zhang Junping paused for a moment, poured out the water inside, and then poured boiling water again.

Suddenly, a rich aroma of tea permeated from the tea bowl.

"This ......"

"This aroma is invigorating to smell, and my mind is ethereal, and I have the urge to compose a poem for my brother at the moment!"

"Haha, since that's the case, then Zunfu will do it!"

"If it had been before, in front of you unlearned and unskilled soldiers, I would have done it!

Now, in front of Bo'an, a certain person doesn't dare to be ugly! Gao Zunfu glanced at Zhang Junping, smiled and shook his head.

"Bo'an's murder song is definitely a masterpiece for the ages, my father will sing it every day after drinking, saying that this is a man's poem!" Cao Xi praised.

"Bo'an is famous this time, but so-and-so has become a stepping stone! Bo'an will want to pay tribute to his brother for a few more bowls of wine, but my brother was miserable by you this time!

My mother spoke, saying that I had wasted my martial arts, lost the face of the Yang family, and counted me down! Among them, Yang Wenguang is the most depressed.

How famous Zhang Junping is, how unlucky he is.

is not only the number of family members, but also ridiculed by colleagues.

Fortunately, Yang Wenguang is broad-minded, otherwise he would have to make an enmity with Zhang Junping this time.

"Brother Yang, the younger brother will definitely respect his brother for a few more bowls of wine and make amends to his brother!" Zhang Junping hurriedly clenched his fists and apologized.

He was also very helpless, this matter was an inexplicable matter, unless he gave up all his plans and obediently followed Yang Wenguang to the official family to cry.

In the end, the Zhang family recognized that they were unlucky, and their 100,000 yuan family property was cheaper than others, which in turn attracted more people's peeps.

Otherwise, he could only knock Yang Wenguang down and kill the people in the underground gambling house to deter Xiaoxiao and get back the ancestral property.

"Brothers, my tea is ready, how about you brothers taste it and see what a certain tea is brewed?"

"Good! Let's try the new method of making tea invented by Bo'an! Gao Zunfu smiled and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Well, it's really different, the entrance is slightly bitter, and then sweet, and a tea fragrance fills the mouth! Memorable! Good tea! Good tea! Gao Zunfu praised repeatedly.

"I'll taste it too, it's delicious! This tea refreshes! Cao Xi took a sip of the teacup and praised loudly.

"Hahaha! You coarse person who doesn't learn anything will only say a good drink and refresh yourself! Look at Zunfu, how elegant he said! Yang Wenguang opened his heart and laughed loudly at Cao Xi.

"I'm a rough person, Wen Guang, you are an elegant person, you come to praise one?"

"Hehe, even if he is also a rough person, he will only say a good drink!" Yang Wenguang laughed at himself.

"A few gentlemen, there are new carp in the shop, still fresh, lambs from the Northland, and freshly picked eggplants...... I don't know what Lang Jun wants to eat? The little guy waited for Zhang Junping and them to laugh for a while before asking.

After some humility, Gao Zunfu ordered.

While waiting, the four of them chatted about their experiences and insights after separation.

Of course, it is mainly Zhang Junping's experience and experience during the period of filial piety.

In this, Cao Xi mainly explained his own observations.

Cao Xi just returned from Weizhou with Cao Wei last year, and fought with the Tubo Department in Xiongzhou.

This time, Cao Wei was able to be transferred back to the court, also because Cao Wei broke the Tubo Li Lizun Department in the Battle of Sandu Valley, stabilized the western border of the Great Song Dynasty, and made great contributions.

Everyone listened to Cao Xi's account of the battle of Sandu Valley, even if Gao Zunfu and Yang Wenguang had heard it several times, they still listened to it with relish.

His face was full of envy.

The general's greatest desire is to go to the battlefield, listen to Cao Xi tell about killing people on the battlefield, and I can't wait to replace him, and I will also look forward to it with Cao Xi's story, what will happen if I go to the battlefield.

will definitely be more powerful than Cao Xi, and kill more people than Cao Xi!

Yang Wenguang and Gao Zunfu thought so.

Zhang Junping listened again and again, habitually observing the surrounding environment over and over again.

This is a habit he developed when he was a soldier, and every time he goes to an unfamiliar place, he will first observe the surrounding environment.

Outside the window, two beggars on the side of the street attracted Zhang Junping's attention, and looking at the beggars sitting on the side of the street begging, Zhang Junping frowned.

"Bo'an, what's wrong?" Zhang Junping's frown attracted the attention of Yang Wenguang, who was sitting across from him.

"Brother Yang, look at those two beggars! If memory serves, coming out of my house, along the way, we met five beggars! ”

"My Great Song Dynasty is now considered a peaceful and prosperous era, but it is inevitable that some places have suffered natural disasters and man-made disasters!

These beggars are probably from the Northland! Hateful, hateful, carry a gun across the horse, and kill all the Liao dogs! As he spoke, Yang Wenguang punched the table.

The Yang family and Da Liao have a deep blood feud, and Yang Wenguang's grandfather Yang Ye died on the battlefield of Song Liao.

"No, you see that those beggars are all disabled, such injuries, if they are orphans, they will not survive at all!" Zhang Junping said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hung a confident smile.

Those who are familiar with Zhang Junping know that once Zhang Junping shows such a smile, it means that his anger has reached the extreme and he is ready to kill.

In his previous life, he had heard that there were vicious people who abducted and sold children, broke their arms or legs, and then controlled them to beg.

Unexpectedly, such a thing happened in Da Song.

It can be seen that this Bianliang capital is not as beautiful as described in Meng Yuanlao's "Tokyo Menghualu".

This is also understandable, after all, when Meng Yuanlao wrote "Tokyo Menghualu", Bianliang had already fallen, and from then on, Tokyo Bianliang could only appear in dreams.

When recalling the life of Bianliang, Tokyo, it is natural to say the best words, saying the beauty of Tokyo Bianliang, and subconsciously ignoring those ugly and dark.

It's like after we leave our hometown, we have the same feelings for our hometown, and we can't tolerate others saying a word about our hometown.

But in this world, where there is sunshine, there will be darkness, and Bianliang is indeed a little better than other places, more open, and more prosperous, but it is absolutely impossible to do the point of not leaving the road untouched and not closing the door at night.

"Boan, what do you want to say?"

"Quite simply, these beggars are controlled by others, and some people are mad, deliberately breaking their legs and feet, artificially creating disabled beggars, to win people's sympathy, to beg for more money!" Zhang Junping had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was indeed very cold.

"Damn, how can there be such a person who has lost his conscience?" Gao Zunfu scolded fiercely.

"Brute! Brute! Damn it! Yang Wenguang shouted angrily.

"I'll go get that beggar up and ask clearly, who is doing something immoral, and he will be broken into pieces!" Cao Xi got up and was about to go out.