The early bird has worms to eat, and the birds without worms do not starve to death.

Qin Ze is the bird that can't get up early, and he waited until the sun was three poles, and the long tail of the sun reached his cheeks, and Qin Ze stretched out comfortably and got up from the bed very satisfied.

"It's another beautiful day." Qin Ze put on his clothes unfamiliarly, pushed open the door of his house, and saw the second tiger standing at the door at a glance.

It is true that he woke up a little late, but Qin Ze was still very satisfied with Erhu's practice of not waking him up. So when facing the disdain on Erhu's face, Qin Ze opened his mouth and said: "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere." The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

After speaking, he looked at the peach tree in the courtyard very regretfully, and wanted to pretend to have a sentimental expression, but found that the courtyard was clean. Where is there a leaf, let yourself sigh.

"You swept it?" Qin Ze pointed to the courtyard, looking unhappy.

Erhu was still reminiscing about the poems sung by Qin Ze, and when he heard the question, he nodded directly to indicate that it was right.

"Leave a few leaves on the ground in the future, your young master likes to chant poetry in the morning." Qin Ze looked like he hated iron and steel, said to Erhu, and then prepared to wash.

If you don't go, you can't go, Qin Ze doesn't know if it was windy last night, if it didn't get windy, it would be embarrassing.

However, he obviously overestimated Erhu, for him, any evaluation of a poem, as long as it reads smoothly, it is a good poem.

When I used to go to school, the teacher said that I was familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I couldn't compose poems and chant them. Now Qin Ze feels that his greatest wealth is this primary school book.

After more than a thousand years of hammering, no poem is simple. Take out any song and it can be sung throughout Chang'an. As for the plagiarism, Qin Ze can only say now: A big copy of articles in the world, where do you have to copy the things of readers, that is a reference!

I don't have a toothbrush, so I can only dip some green salt in willow branches and poke my teeth casually. There is no point in missing toothpaste, Qin Ze can only comfort himself, this is pure natural and free of preservatives.

After washing, Qin Ze was a little stunned. In this era, there are no computers, no mobile phones, and life is boring. I had to sit next to the well and think about how I could make some money.

Selling poetry? I don't know all these ancient texts now, and I am ashamed to take out the calligraphy at the elementary school level.

Sell furniture to go? At most, I have an idea, I really want to starve to death.

Do you want to become a chef? How is it possible to die and cook for others when you are hungry.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a pig's leg flying in the sky.

That's right, it's a pork leg, or a whole pork thigh.

This made Qin Ze stunned, and watched straight as the pig's leg fell in front of him, making a muffled sound of "pop".

"Could it be that you, like the man who waited for the rabbit, met a flying pig's leg? Or does it mean that pies don't fall from the sky, and pig's legs are changed? Looking at the pork leg on the ground in a daze, Qin Ze fell into deep thought. Of course, what he was contemplating, he probably didn't know.

Because, the days are too boring!

Fortunately, he soon had something to do, and he heard a rough voice from the front yard: "Alas, boy! Where's your young master? went to tell it, and said that Cheng Yanjin on the other side came over to eat. ”

"Cheng Biting Jin? The Demon King of the Mixed World! Qin Ze jumped up from the edge of the well all of a sudden.

The founding general of the Tang Dynasty, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, and Cheng Cheng Zhijie, who was later named Lu Guogong.

Such words quickly turned from Qin Ze's head, in order to take the civil service exam, these things did not work hard. But how can it be compared with what you want now?

This is alive, and I can directly and cheekily shout: I am Cheng Biting Jin, who has been here for 1,400 years, but this is the only one.

Without waiting for the second tiger to come in and report, Qin Ze rushed out directly. At a glance, I saw standing in the courtyard and biting gold, and I was instantly dumbfounded.

Qin Zeke remembered that it was said in the biography of the heroes of the Sui and Tang dynasties that Cheng Biting Jin had a blue head and an indigo face and red eyebrows, like a plague god. But this look is simply a fierce man with five big and three thick, and I didn't see the blue head and red eyebrows!

Qin Ze looked at Cheng Biting Jin like this, and Cheng Biting Jin over there was also observing Qin Ze. Seeing that the other party is neither humble nor arrogant, I like it very much at the moment. Walking up to Qin Ze three times, he slapped him on the shoulder.

This whole shot almost didn't make Qin Ze lose his breath. But he smiled bitterly in his heart, it's really not a family that doesn't enter a door, Cheng Huailiang likes to pat himself on the shoulder, and Bacheng learned from his son.

Although the pain in his shoulder was unbearable, Qin Ze quickly gave Cheng Yanjin a salute.

Qin Zeshi's martial etiquette is different from the literati's direct and polite manners, and the etiquette of meeting between martial artists is decisive.

Sure enough, seeing Qin Ze's gift, Cheng Yanjin immediately smiled on his face. He is a martial artist, although he is now trapped in Chang'an, but he still likes these military things in his bones.

"Yes, you kid will be likable." As he spoke, he was about to stretch out his hand to pat Qin Ze's shoulder, stretched out into the air, and suddenly saw Qin Ze staring at his palm with a painful face, and then gently patted Qin Ze's head and scolded: "The monkey made of mud has no temperament, and I just said that you kid is sensible, but now you have learned to hide."

Cheng Yanjin is not the kind of person who likes crepe, so Qin Ze didn't plan to play tricks with him. When dealing with this kind of person, going straight often works best.

At the moment, he also laughed, and said unabashedly: "Cheng Zhijie is born with divine power, how can the kid's small body withstand it."

Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, and you have to see the stitches and needles when you slip your whiskers and pat the horse. This sycophant is really amazing, at least Cheng Biting Jin's interest is getting higher and higher.

Of course, for the contempt of Cheng Huailiang and the others, Qin Ze said that he would ignore it directly.

Cheng Yanjin really didn't say it wrong, he really came to eat.

Things have to start from yesterday afternoon, after Cheng Huailiang and Wang Fu ate a meal of pork here in Qin Ze, they never forgot it. So I bought a whole pig and went back, saying that it was going to let my family taste the deliciousness.

Unexpectedly, the two ignored a simple problem, that is, knowing how to do it and doing it themselves are completely different concepts.

So the entire Cheng Mansion has not eaten a bite of food from morning to now, because no matter how Cheng Huailiang describes the method of Zangzi noodles, the chef in the mansion still can't make it.

So Cheng Biting, who had been waiting all morning, was furious and almost didn't blow the kitchen off. And the flying pork leg was thrown out by Cheng Yanjin in anger.

After listening to Cheng Huailiang's narration, Qin Ze also felt funny. Don't you know that pork should be fried in advance? Don't know how to put dogwood? Without these two things, pork would be even worse than wood.

patted Cheng Huailiang on the shoulder and asked him to call a few of his own chefs, and he planned to teach them himself.

Cheng Yanjin is also easy to serve, without a bit of official arrogance, and he is also standing in the kitchen and watching Qin Ze's teaching.

However, Erhu was careful, and personally went to Wang Laohan to get two iron pots first. Then there was a period of busyness, in fact, he was not busy, but Cheng Yanjin was curious about everything. As a result, I accidentally slapped off a few bluestone bricks on the stove that had not yet dried.

Also, I have to pull the noodles by myself, and the result is ......

Alas, it can only be said that the dough is round, and it is pulled into a rectangle.

I was too interested, and I kept urging Qin Ze on the side, and gave Qin Ze "very wrong" guidance from time to time.

Fortunately, the carpenter Zhang Laohan appeared in time at this time and brought over the four chairs and a table that Qin Ze wanted. Only then did Cheng Yanjin's attention divert from it.

Song Song himself was excited by Cheng Biting Jin and patted his swollen shoulder, and Qin Ze looked at the chef next to him sympathetically. This guy is much worse than himself, and it's really beating, scolding, and love, and it's really not okay to kick it with his feet.

Even Qin Ze himself didn't know that Cheng Biting Jin kicked this guy a few times. It can only be said that this brother is also a bitter life.

"Childe doesn't have to sympathize with so-and-so, so-and-so was born and died with the general, and now he is too old to go to the battlefield, and the general can take him in, and so-and-so is already very satisfied."

When the chef said this, Qin Ze did see satisfaction on his face. At that moment, a strange scene somehow appeared in my mind, which really made me break out in a cold sweat.