When Zhang Forget returned to the small courtyard, Douzi happened to enter the door with a rag bag on his back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because he got rid of Zhang Forget at the beginning, Douzi was a little embarrassed at this time. She kept her head down, didn't say a word, and looked like a bad boy who had just stolen a sweet potato.

Zhang Forget sighed, stepped forward to take the bag on the back of the beans, and carried it back to the house.

The bag looked bulging, but when it was opened, it didn't have anything valuable.

A roll of torn straw mats, which I presumably put under my body when I sleep.

A bundle of bark, a horse of torn linen, which was probably covered when he slept.

A pair of miserable straw sandals woven, clean, as if they had never been worn, and I don't know if they were reluctant or didn't have time.

A hollow stoneware bowl, like a bean's toothless mouth.

A broken net is useless except for catching fish, right?

A small leather bag, which contains more than a dozen five-baht coins, can't eat enough every day, and can save more than a dozen dollars, which shows how strong Douzi's desire to go home is.

Zhang forgot to put down his things and silently made a decision: first help Douzi go to Luoyang to find her parents, and then go to Liangzhou to visit Mr. Jia Xu. Even if you have to run thousands of miles for this, you will not hesitate to do so.

If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? can't even repay his benefactor, so what can he talk about saving the world?

Douzi watched Zhang Forget pack her things without saying a word, looking indescribably nervous.

This is all his belongings, this is the life he lives on weekdays, will this big brother who said that he wants to take care of himself, will he dislike himself?

These things must not be thrown away, if ...... He regretted it, if he didn't want himself, he would still have to rely on these things to make a living.

Zhang forgot to put the things back into the rag bag one by one, and did not take them away, but wrapped the cloth bag and put it on the side of the bed.

After becoming famous, all the hardships of the past can be used as a joke.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get something to eat."

Zhang Forget walked over and took Douzi's hand, and led it in the direction of the kitchen without saying anything. Douzi looked down at his holding hand, and then secretly looked at Zhang Wang's face, looking a little happy.

It's nice not to be disliked.

The Yang family's kitchen is much larger than the courtyard of ordinary people. After all, there are hundreds of people eating in one mansion.

Zhang Wang often sells his talent in the mansion, and the cooks occasionally go to join in the fun, so there are not a few people who know him.

When a fat cook saw Zhang Wang's first sight, he even jumped and ran over, like a fat rabbit.

In his eyes, Zhang Forget is like a fortune boy, if he serves him well, will he still have no chance to make a little money?

Zhang forgot to explain his intentions, and the cook was suddenly a little unhappy.

What? Do you want to cook your own meals? Ancestor, alas, aren't you smashing my job? The main thing at home is to know that the guests cook their own meals, and I am watching from the sidelines, and I must not be whipped ten times and then kicked out of the house?

Zhang Wanghao said that the fat cook refused to let him touch every bowl and stove in the kitchen. Zhang Wangyi's idea of showing off his cooking skills failed, so he had to let the cook cook a pot of healthy glutinous rice porridge for him.

Beans often ask for food on the street, and they can't eat enough for a long time, and they don't eat well, and their stomach needs to be carefully regulated. Meat must not be eaten, eat some rice porridge that nourishes blood and qi, which helps to restore various functions of the body.

The fat cook added yams, red dates and honey to the washed glutinous rice in turn, and began to boil the porridge over low heat. In between boiling porridge, he looked at Zhang Wang, hoping to get a few words from him.

Zhang forgot how to ignore him, asked the servant to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write twenty-two recipes for vinegar brewing in the courtyard on the spot. Since the people of Huayin and Wang Yue have been promised, then this matter must have a beginning and an end and do the best.

Yang Li's words are very right, this is a good thing for the benefit of the people, as long as the people of Huayin are not ungrateful, many years later, they will still remember his kindness.

At that time, he led thousands of troops and horses, and the people of the whole city carried pots and pulp to welcome him. With a shout of his own arms, thousands of people abandoned their families and children, roared away with him, and swept the Central Plains......

Thinking of the beauty, Zhang Forget couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Douzi was leaning on his side, drooling at the smell of rice. Hearing his wicked laughter, he hurriedly moved a few steps away from him.

If memory serves, this man was bitten by a dog.

The method of brewing vinegar written by Zhang Wang, taken from the "Qi Min Technique" written by Jia Siqian in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The book records 22 methods of making vinegar, in fact, it can be divided into three categories, one is to make aged vinegar, the other is to make rice vinegar, and the third is to make medicinal vinegar.

Zhang Wangxin has the whole book of "Qi Min's Technique", and the reason why he chose the method of making vinegar to teach the people is that he has his own little abacus in it.

First, this vinegar is an indispensable seasoning in the lives of later generations, and it was popularized early to help improve the dietary level of the people of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Second, the method of making vinegar is time-consuming, labor-intensive, labor-intensive, and requires a lot of investment, and the return of funds is slow, which is not in line with Zhang Wang's intention to make quick money.

Thirdly, the diet level of the Eastern Han Dynasty was low, and the food was tasteless, which taught the people that it would not be so difficult to swallow in the future.

Taking things that you don't need, earning fame for yourself, and directly enjoying the fruits of the labor of the working people in the future, this kind of good thing that can be counted in one fell swoop, is really stupid not to do it.

It's just that sitting on the ground and writing books with brushes and bamboo slips is really tiring. Twenty-two formulas are only a few hundred words, gritting your teeth and putting up with it, the "Commentary on Shangshu" that I promised is a full twenty volumes......

Zhang Forget was a little dissatisfied with himself, why did he choose a book with so many words in the first place? Isn't it a song of "goose goose goose, song to the sky" at once? It is really self-inflicted, and you cannot live.

Rubbing his sore arm, Zhang Forget said to the servant beside him: "Go and call your little son, if he doesn't come, you say that I will personally bring the medicinal soup made of bitter gall to see him." ”

The Yang family has several younger brothers, and the only ones who are worthy of the title of little prince are the grandson of Taiwei Yang Ci, the son of Yang Biao in the service, Yang Xiu Yang Dezu.

Of course, the little guy was born in 175, and now he is barely ten years old, and now he only has a name, not a word.

Yang Xiu had been basking in the scorching sun for a day, his skin was red, and his skin was broken in some places, he had just applied ointment, and he was lying on the bed and screaming. As soon as the servant said that Zhang Wang, who had caused him so badly, asked him to go again, and suddenly had a splitting headache.

He is known as a prodigy, and he is very wise at a young age, but after all, he is still a child, and his experience is limited, and he only has a deflated share in front of Zhang Wang, and he has never had the upper hand.

Especially the reading that he is most proud of, in Zhang Wang's eyes, he is not even a fart, the books he has read, Zhang Wangcan drink tea while muttering and reciting it, how embarrassing!

If you don't want to go, you will lose face as the master, and you are even more afraid that Zhang Zhenzhen will take the medicinal soup made of bitter gall to drink for himself, this guy is brazen and will do anything shameless.

Coming to the kitchen slowly, Yang Xiu covered his nose and frowned, and said to Zhang Wang: "Sir, the gentleman is far away from cooking, why did you come to this filthy place?" ”

"Filthy land? How filthy? Zhang Forget glanced at him, "How elegant are you as an elegant person?" Do you eat too much and don't panic, you don't vomit if you drink too much, or can you hold back and go to the toilet for the rest of your life? ”

The fat chef burst out laughing, and when he saw the little boy glaring at him, he was silent for a moment. He pouted his ass and turned his back, his shoulders swaying, and he didn't know if it was twitched.

Yang Xiu glanced at Zhang Forget in shame, not wanting to deal with him. This guy is elegant and polite in front of his uncle Yang Li, and his mouth is full of chapters, and he looks like a young man with outstanding literary talents. When he came to himself, he was open-mouthed, and he jumped out of any ugly words. It's clearly bullying yourself as a child. It's hateful that I ran to complain to my uncle, but I was severely reprimanded, which is really unreasonable.

"The gentleman is far away from cooking, this sentence comes from the "Liang Hui Wang Chapter Sentence" of "Mencius". The so-called gentleman is far away from cooking, but it is just a psychological state that cannot bear to kill, and it has nothing to do with the kitchen? A person like you, who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, dare to call it a prodigy? ”

In order to crack down on Yang Xiu's pride and complacency and cultivate him into an excellent strategist, Zhang Forget would reprimand him mercilessly whenever he had the opportunity, even if he was blinded by the servants and complained to Yang Li again and again, he did not change his original intention.

Yang Xiu is the youngest son of Hongnong Yang's family, and his status is naturally not comparable to Zhang Wang, but Yang Xiu lost the bet to Zhang Wang, and had to agree to his request, obeying his words, and talking about it was full of tears.

Seeing that Yang Xiu looked angry and didn't dare to speak, Zhang Forget snickered while pretending to pass on the holy decree and said: "I just came out of your uncle's study, and your uncle wants me to urge you to study. ”

Who are you fooling? I have countless people in Huayin Yang's full of learning, and you want a person of unknown origin to teach me to read?

Yang Xiu glanced at Zhang Wang, not believing his words at all.

Zhang Wangleng snorted and said, "I was originally unhappy, but your uncle kept pleading, so I had to reluctantly agree." If you don't believe me, go to your uncle's study and ask the servant if I have just returned from your uncle's study. ”

Zhang Forget had an expression of "I'm sure of you", and squinted at Yang Xiu with pride. If you don't beat down your kid's arrogance and change your arrogant character, you will not be killed by Cao Cao when you grow up, but you will also be killed by others.

Yang Xiu hesitated for a moment, but after all, he still refused to believe such a ridiculous thing, and went to his uncle Yang Li's study to ask the servant.

A moment later, he came back dejected, standing in front of Zhang Forget with his head hanging and not speaking.

Zhang forgot to see it, and smiled secretly in his heart, this kid definitely didn't dare to confront his uncle, at most he asked the servant, have I ever been to the study. Alas, poor fellow, don't you understand half of the lies in general, and it's easiest to coax people?

"Come and copy the book, what are you doing there, waiting for me to beg you?"

Zhang Wang stood up and left the place where he copied the bamboo slips to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu pouted and was about to cry, knelt on the ground, picked up the book, and began to copy the "Commentary on the Analects" according to Zhang Wang's dictation.

Time passed, and the sun gradually sank into the western mountains.

Beanzi held the cooked rice porridge and swallowed it in a big gulp, eating it happily.

Zhang Wang's eyes squinted at the sunset, as if he was lamenting the decline of the Han Dynasty.

Yang Xiu kept putting down his pen, his neck was sore and his wrists hurt, and he wanted to die. In the past, I liked the magnificence of the sunset the most, but today I only hate why the sun goes down so slowly.

The house, the scholars, the sunset, the children, the books, the smiling faces, different pictures are intertwined, and it is a vivid and lively dusk picture of the end of the Han Dynasty.