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Halfway through Wei's speech, he heard the woman's voice. Zhang Zhongjing saw the opportunity to snatch the book, and said with a smile: "It seems that Zhongdao has something to do, why don't you talk about it another day?" ”

"Not busy, not busy. I'm not hungry..."

"At noon, you have to eat, what is hungry or not!" Huang Wudie glared at Wei Yu angrily and put the food basket on the table.

"Mr. Zhang is also here, why don't we eat together." Huang Wudie no longer wore armor at this time, just an ordinary peasant daughter, wrapped in a cloth towel around her hair, and lacked heavy makeup, but it had a unique flavor.

"It occurred to me that the herbs that had been dried were not collected... I won't bother Zhongdao and Miss Huang..."

Looking at Zhang Zhongjing, who was fleeing in the wilderness, Wei Yu smiled bitterly, but when he turned around, he could already see a table full of dishes and Huang Wudie's smiling face.

"This... I'm not very hungry. ”

"If you're not hungry, you can just eat vegetables and make some tooth offerings."

"Well... I just ate pastries with Zhongjing, and I'm really not hungry. ”

"Wei Zhongdao, what the hell do you mean!"

Huang Wudie had already stood up, her hands were crossed on her waist, and the cloth towel on her head loosened with the violent amplitude, fortunately her long hair was coiled up, otherwise it would be like a waterfall pouring down.

…

"That's right!" Huang Wudie had already done it, holding her cheeks with both hands, looking at Wei Zhongdao's appearance of "enjoying the food", and said with a smile.

"In the future, if Brother Zhongdao thinks it's not delicious, you can tell Die'er, and Die'er can change it.

I've already read the "Cookbook" written by Brother Zhongdao, even if you don't do it well, you are not allowed to throw it away quietly..."

Huang Wudie gestured her fist in front of Wei Zhongdao, who was still fierce just now, but now she has turned into a little woman, and a touch of pride flashed on her pretty face.

Huang Zhong and Wen Ping in the courtyard had already stopped their fists and kicks, the door of the grass house was open, and Huang Zhong had already seen everything.

In fact, he has long understood his daughter's intentions for Wei Zhongdao, and it is naturally excellent for him if his daughter can marry Wei Zhongdao. The problem is that Huang Zhong already knew that Wei Yu was engaged to Cai Yong's daughter.

Who is Cai Yong? Who is Cai Zhaoji? Both of them can be said to be the world's masters. He was really reluctant to let his only daughter be a concubine, but even if he was favored by Wei Yu and Yuan Shu, it was still too far and too far behind in comparison.

Zhang Zhongjing has personally explained that Huang Xu's illness can be treated, and in the past few days, Huang Zhong has felt the joy he has not seen for a long time, and his life seems to have a fighting spirit again. Thinking about Cai Yong's identity as a great Confucian in the world again, Huang Zhong smiled bitterly, as if he felt that the heart of fame and fortune that he had looked down on was gradually burning.

For him, all that's left is to try to prove himself.

People, there are always some hindsights, who can say what was valued in the past and now?

…

The battle between the front line and Zhang Mancheng always needs to be resolved quickly, because there is still a large amount of development work waiting for him in Nanyang after that.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song should be able to hold out for a while, and Wei Yu needs to take advantage of this gap to plan Yuan Shu's future and increase some strength.

It is necessary to go north, and the merit of killing Zhang Jiao is the first step for him to establish his identity for Yuan Shu.

Wei Yu thought about it carefully, now Yuan Shu has both civil and military skills, and there are uncles and nephews of the Zhang family in medicine, and when Zhang Mancheng is subdued again, the early team should be formed.

The development of economy, agriculture and culture and the growth of the army are already somewhat imminent, and he must dare to strengthen Yuan Shu at that turning point in history, and the current Yuan Shu is only Nanyang Taishou. Liu Biao did not enter Jingzhou, Liu Yan has not yet played, and Huang Wan has not made Yuzhou Mu.

Therefore, whether it is Jingzhou or Yuzhou, Wei Yu must seek a good name for Yuan Shu before 188.

After the goal of a peaceful life was shattered, Wei Yu vowed to quickly resolve the situation of the country's division. If it develops as it is in history, the internal strife has exhausted the national strength of the Han Dynasty, and the ten rooms are empty, then the nightmare of chaos will still come.

Even if he can't change the general trend of history, he has to promote the development of history for the better, and the so-called winning at the starting line, he has long wanted to give it a try.

Zhang Zhongjing's entry into the mountains to collect medicine had been advanced to the afternoon, and in the evening of Moyo, Wei Yu and Wen hired Zhang Jicai to take Liao Hua to leave behind five or six hundred people from the Funiu Mountains.

Wei Yu was a little hungry after a day's hard work, thinking that he was forced to eat the dark dish by the little grinding spirit Huang Wudie at noon, he decided to go to the kitchen by himself.

After living in the grass house for such a long time, the necessities of life have long been bought by Liao Hua's men in Niyang, although the kitchen of Zhang Zhongjing's house is simple, but fortunately, the Weiyu ingredients are quite complete.

There is no pasta, and most of the northerners in the Eastern Han Dynasty eat millet, that is, millet. Steamed rice has already appeared in the Eastern Han Dynasty, so fried rice can still be made.

Although beef is hard to come by, Le Zaiwei likes it. asked people to go to Nieyang to move out of Yuan Shu's identity, and naturally some beef was sent over.

The egg drop has been spread out in the pot, and Wei Yu is preparing to slice the beef.

A small head was already exposed, Wei Yu smiled and said, "Come in." ”

Huang Wudie jumped to the kitchen, saw Wei Yu fiddling with the ingredients and asked, "What is Brother Zhongdao going to do?" ”

"Fried rice."

"Can rice still be fried? Isn't that weird? ”

"It's not weird, you'll be able to eat it later."

Wei Yu is still not used to the title of Butterfly, and he is used to calling him Xiaoru for this child's name. It's just that Xiaoru is still in Anyi, and when the Nanyang war is over, he will move over with the Acropolis.

Huang Wudie is not a woman who is easily defeated, she looked around next to Wei Yu and said, "Can I help?" ”

Wei Yu still admired this little girl very much, and then pouted: "Well, there is still a fire burning over there, you can go and burn firewood." ”

"Okay."

Without Wei Yu's imagination to retreat, this seemingly pampered little girl made it to the boiler and lit a fire.

The beef slices have already been cut, and after the beef is put into the pot, it is stirred with the egg flowers, and a large pot of steamed rice is served.

The fragrance had already overflowed, and feeling the temperature of the stove, Wei Yu looked at Huang Wudie and asked, "I didn't expect you to burn firewood quite well." ”

Huang Wudie gave Wei Yu a big smile, "There are very few servants in the family, most of them still go to serve the eldest brother, and cooking is usually done by Die'er." It's not done well though..."

Wei Yu had already poured the spices into the pot and stir-fried them repeatedly.

"But Die'er is very serious about learning, next time Brother Zhongdao must not secretly pour it out, okay?"

Looking at the little girl's watery eyes, Wei Zhongdao seemed to feel that he had gone too far, and subconsciously said a word.

"I know you're excellent, but I'm just a woman who can wield knives and guns. My eldest brother often tells me to keep my heart intact, but I've been working hard! ”

The atmosphere of the scene was very embarrassing, and Wei Yu could think of it as if he continued to say this, it must be the rhythm of the woman's arms.

It's not that I don't like Huang Wudie, a little girl, but Wei Yu found that he had a lot of mercy, Huang Wudie was not very old, and the two had not known each other for a long time.

Adolescent girls still know a little bit about impulsiveness, and expert friends in previous lives have also done research on this subject, but many results show that this impulse is irrational and harmful.

So Wei Yu felt that he needed to wait for Huang Wudie to grow up a little more, and then she might understand what she really thought.

But it wasn't until later that Wei Yu slapped himself in the face, overturning what expert topic, and by the way, overthrowing that little grinding spirit...

Of course, that's all for later.

The time for fried rice was not long, but Wei Yu had to take into account the amount of food of those generals outside, so he had to copy back and forth ten or twenty times before it was just enough for a large group of people.

So this time is long, when Wei Yu found that he didn't pay attention to Huang Wudie, Huang Wudie took advantage of the gap in the firewood to take out the bamboo slips, and whispered in his mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

"The poems you wrote, Die'er has to memorize them every day, and the writing is really good."

The little girl has long since lost the touch of pity just now, she is not one of those women who are coquettish, her feelings can be revealed, but she has already regained her breezy smile in a moment.

This little girl dressed as a peasant daughter with a smiling face and a book in her hand. It's the image of a little fan girl.

And learning to cook and read Wei Yu's poems every day has long been the daily life of this little fan girl.

The four or five hundred Liao Hua's subordinates who stayed behind had already begun to gulp up the beef and egg fried rice in their hands.

Wen Ping has been asking Huang Zhong for advice, so they also sat together during dinner.

Wei Yu directly threw Zhang Zhongjing's few only futons in the courtyard, and took Huang Wudie to sit on them and eat them.

And Zhang Zhongjing, who had just come out of the big bowl, felt a pain in his flesh.

"It's not worth a few dollars, I'll get you a few recliners when you go back to Wancheng, it's more comfortable than a futon."

Zhang Zhongjing took a bite elegantly and said: "It's not that I feel sorry for the futon, but so many people have to eat me poor." ”

Wei Yu smiled: "It's all my money, what are you distressed about?" ”

Just when everyone was enjoying eating, I saw a man with blood all over his body and red eyes coming over.

He held a baby in his hands and was followed by several wounded soldiers.

Zhang Zhongjing put down his rice bowl, walked forward quickly and said loudly: "All the injured go to the empty room over there, give me the baby, I have to die if I go on like this." ”

glared at Liao Hua, Zhang Zhongjing was busy.

Liao Hua smiled bitterly, the baby who was still crying in the war just now seemed to be back in a comfortable environment, watching the men he left behind eat the food one by one, he realized that it seemed that this was enough.

Liao Hua didn't pay attention to the subordinates who saluted him at all, and ran straight to Wei Yu, and knelt down.

"Cao Min Liao Hua is willing to vote for Yuan Gong's account, and he also hopes that the military division will take him in and introduce him."

"Figured it out?"

Wei Yu smiled, got up and helped Liao Hua up...