Chapter 25 The name of the dish is known to the people

The nose is a little sore, and the wind and sand in the eyes are a little big. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It's better not to sing such a song.

"Uncle Fang, hehe, Niu Niu and the sugar of the stone," the atmosphere was a little gloomy, Fang Qiong probably understood the lyrics, and always tilted her head slightly, looking at the clouds flowing above the courtyard.

People of Fang Qiong's age are the most qualified to sigh and understand the depth of emotion, so they don't sigh, they just move forward silently.

Gong Nian Huai is a forty-year-old person in the next life, although he doesn't know Fang Qiong's life experience, judging from last night's tea, Fang Qiong is a person with a story. Therefore, Gong Nian Huai can more or less understand some Fang Qiong.

"Hmph," Fang Qiong snorted again in her nostrils, "You can rest assured, Uncle Fang said that if you give sugar, you will give sugar, and you have already asked Li Liang to take it back." You kid, do you know what Uncle Fang called Li Liang over? ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood, Fang Qiong likes others to carry him and coax him, so come on, anyway, it doesn't take much effort.

"The little nephew knows who Uncle Fang has in his heart, and when the little nephew wins the general, he will make you a table with good dishes, so that you can taste the craftsmanship of the little nephew, which is unique, and the Great Song Dynasty is a must."

Fang Qiong patted Gong Nian Huai's neck fiercely, and smiled, "You kid, you won the general, so you cooked for Uncle Fang, don't fool me, I won't be fooled." Can you cook a good dish at a young age? Well, Uncle Fang doesn't believe it. ”

"The little nephew won't blow it to you, and you'll know when you eat it. Come to think of it, my little nephew will make you a dish of pineapple grunt meat first,"

"What is a pineapple, what kind of meat is Gollum, and is there an animal called Gollum?" Fang Qiong stared at Gong Yi Nianhuai, "You kid won't fool Uncle Fang, right?" ”

"Boom, uh---" Gong Nian Huai didn't come up in one breath, and almost choked to death. This Nima's still doesn't let people speak, pineapple, didn't the Song Dynasty? It's not scientific. If the Song Dynasty didn't have this thing, the origin was eight or nine in the Americas.

As for this grunt meat, it is pork, preferably pork rib meat, but why it is called grunt meat, I don't know if I lose Nianhuai. In the future, when you return to the future generations and eat vegetables again, you must first check the three generations of vegetables.

"Oh, the little nephew will change the dish for you, if you don't understand the food, it's the nephew's fault, and the second dish is Yangguan Sandie."

"Wait, Yangguan Sandie, this dish is good, that's it. Boy, let's talk about how to make this dish first, don't be vain. Fool me with a gong or something. ”

"Uncle Fang, there are no ingredients, by the way, does Da Song eat beef, beef is going to be used in Yangguan Sandie, or will the little nephew change the dish?"

"No, let's get this dish done first. Beef has to be eaten, but who kills the cow to eat it? Without cattle, how can the land be planted? Oh, boy, this dish, your Uncle Fang doesn't want to eat it. This Yan Zuotou hasn't finished tinkering yet? ”

Fang Qiong stood up, walked to the aisle with her hands behind her back, looked at the front yard, lowered her head and turned back. He looked a little lonely.

"Uncle Fang, you just let Yan Zuotou do his work, just now you said that there is a thunderbolt fireball in the barracks, what kind of weapon is it, is it powerful?" Gong Nian Huai saw it, Fang Qiong, he was a northerner. And the time spent in Zaoyang will not be very long, at most it will be when he is his father. Fang Qiong has an impression of life in the north.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Qiong heard the thunderbolt fireball, his eyes lit up, "When it starts, the sound is like a thunderbolt, and the tumbling is like a fireball, and the one in the middle of the people is killed instantly." Armor can't stop it. Defend the city. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai was confused, there were too many modifying words, it seemed that as long as it was a firearm, it could be put up, which was a jack-of-all-trades rhetoric.

Not satisfied, people who were born as engineers, not pretentious, only realistic.

Gong Nian Huai looked left and right, picked up a small branch on the ground, and handed it to Fang Qiong, "Uncle Fang, you draw one, open the kid's eyes, and inspire the kid." ”

Fang Qiong didn't shirk, bent down, and sketched an outline on the stone slab in three or five strokes. Tut-tut, Gong Nian Huai was amazed, look at it, people's skills.

First it was the words of Meng Zhijing, and now it is Fang Qiong's stick figures, just so casually stroked and pulled, it is a wonderful work with both form and spirit. A three-dimensional thunderbolt fireball seemed to roll on the stone slab and fly towards the enemy line.

Gong lost Nianhuai this end, and then turned to the other side to look, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, if you cut off one of the ends, what does it look like?

"Grenade!" Gong Nian Huai stomped his feet excitedly and roared, daring to love the design of the shape of the weapon, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

Think about it, no matter what kind of weapon you have, you have to use it, how it is easy to hold, how it can effectively kill and injure the enemy, how to design it.

Fang Qiong stared at Gong Yi Nianhuai with a puzzled expression, "Boy, have you seen it?" ”

Gong Yi Nian Huai waved his hand again and again, "Where have you seen it, Uncle Fang, your stick figure is really amazing." ”

"Although this thing is called a thunderbolt fireball, it is thrown out with one end in hand, and it is more concise to call it a grenade. If you haven't seen it, how can you say it? ”

When Gong Nian Huai heard that this half-old man was more serious, he wouldn't doubt his identity. At that moment, he patted his chest, "Uncle Fang, have you forgotten the identity of your little nephew?" Descendants of the Gong Lost Clan! Just knowing how to do it is not a descendant of the public losing clan, Uncle Fang, do you know how the saw came from? It's visible. ”

"See? What do you mean by that? ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai breathed a sigh of relief, and had to flicker, "The saw is seen like a public loss, it's not the little nephew talking nonsense, it's written on the family tree." Rumbling enough, the ancestor was cut by a kind of grass, the ancestor was very curious, so he looked at the grass carefully, and found that the blade of the grass had small teeth on the edge, and the ancestor was inspired by this to invent the saw. ”

"The Tao is natural, and so are gods and men. Fang Lao'er was taught. Fang Qiong arched her hand, as if she was saluting the public.

Gong lost Nian Huai Dark Music, I even moved out of the family tree, no matter what you Fang Qiong does, you can't question other people's family trees casually, unless you tear your face and stop playing. Moreover, the legend of the invention of the saw in this public losing plate is still vaguely in the textbook, and it is estimated that even Fang Qiong does not know. It still sounds very real, so that you can't find a flaw in your rebuttal.

Fang Qiong turned around twice, suddenly remembered something, raised his hand and nodded at Gong Nian Huai, "You kid interrupted me, Uncle Fang almost delayed the business." I told Li Liang, and he said that he could find a suitable place, but he had to give him time, you listen to me first, it won't be too long, three or five days is enough. Also, things about defense can also be left to Li Liang to do. ”

"Uncle Fang, that's what I said in the morning. You've taken it seriously, Li Liang and Li Jun's envoy,"

Fang Qiong waved her hand and stopped Gong Yi Nian Huai's words, "Nian Huai, tell me the truth, aren't you at ease, Li Liang is still a disabled person, right." Hmph, I knew you would think so. Do you know why Uncle Fang wants to talk to Li Liang first, do you still need to ask the other party if you agree when Uncle Fang is looking for someone to do something? Others Uncle Fang made the decision directly, but Li Liang couldn't, if he didn't agree, even if he didn't come forward, boy, do you know why? Forgive me, kid doesn't know. You've always heard of the White Army, right? I haven't heard, hey, I've said it in vain. Okay, you don't need to know so much, I'll arrange it for you. By the way, you give me a list of medicinal materials that need to be purchased, and I will arrange for someone to purchase them. ”

When Gong Yi Nianhuai heard it, he felt that it was also, how could it not be implemented until now, this is not in line with his own style, is it that in this era, he has become sloppy?

It happened to be in the backyard, Gong Nian Huai ran back to his house, took out a notepad from his backpack, took out a signature pen and looked at it, only this one was left, if Fang Qiong took a fancy to it, what could he do, he didn't know how to write with a brush.

Isn't it just a pen, and it's worth pondering for yourself? Gong lost Nianhuai and pinched his thigh, which was a small punishment.

Gong Nian Huai walked out with a notepad in one hand, a signature pen in the other, and two butterflies humming.

"Nian Huai, why are there so many strange tunes overseas?" Fang Qiong frowned, not very satisfied with the two butterflies.

"Oh, it's too miscellaneous, it's not pure." Gong Yi Nianhuai sat back on the long stone bench, and Fang Qiong's eyes noticed that on the notepad and signature pen, the half-grown old man was much stronger than Meng Zhijing, a hairy child, and he grabbed it without coming up.

After thinking about it for a while, Gong Yi Nianhuai spread out the notepad, wrote it in a smug manner, stabbed a piece of paper, tore one after writing one, and handed it to Fang Qiong, so that Fang Qiong's eyes could also be blocked, saving him the idea of always typing a notepad and a signature pen.

Gong Nian Huai listed five sheets of paper according to three aspects: urgent needs, needs, and reserves.

Fang Qiong took five pieces of paper and looked at it over and over, just after reading three pages, she covered her cheeks with one hand, her mouth was crooked, and she inhaled ------ hiss from time to time, it seems that the toothache has occurred again.

"Nian Huai, you want citrus grapefruit, Uncle Fang understands, you want to use them to make healing medicine, how can there be radish, there is still a matter of radish here?" Fang Qiong shook off the paper in a loud way, lit up the items on it, and asked questions little by little.

"Look, there's mercury here, why do you want to refine the elixir? What are you going to do with cotton, it's really inexplicable. ”

In an uproar, Fang Qiong took out a piece of paper, "I can find these carpenters, blacksmiths, and mirror makers, what is the barefoot immortal, I live so big, I haven't heard of it,"

"Uncle Fang, you are wrong, it's not a barefoot immortal, it's a barefoot doctor," Gong Yi Nianhuai heard it, how could there be a matter of a barefoot immortal? Leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, there were ten barefoot immortals written on the paper, "Hehe, Uncle Fang, a clerical error, a clerical error, this will be corrected." ”

"Don't change it yet, what kind of doctor is this barefoot doctor, not a doctor who wears shoes?"

"Uncle Fang, I just want to make an image, it's a soil doctor, a country doctor is fine, that's what it means, little nephew, hehe, I'm unfamiliar with Da Song."

"I see what you mean, pharmaceuticals need these people. Then these two people still have names and surnames, Nian Huai, what do you mean? This is called Li Ye, you indicate that you are a golden person, how can Uncle Fang find it for you, what can this person do? ”