Looking at the girl in his arms, the eyebrows that still couldn't be stretched were as depressed as a little adult, which made the corners of Shang Lang's mouth rise uncontrollably.

The servants on the side were dumbfounded, and Lang Jun actually laughed. Just as he was slandering, Shang Lang said straightly, "Let Ran Chun take this child down to freshen up, change his clothes, and then feed him some rice soup." After her body is well raised, she will be trained and trained, and she will not be allowed to enter the genus of the subordinate farmers. ”

After a while, a fat-headed, big-eared, white-skinned servant girl took me away. First, I asked the doctor to give me a lower pulse, and then checked the wound to see if there was any serious problem. I only heard the words for a while, "It's okay for this doll, the wound needs half a month to heal." There is no focus on stomach qi, and food is the priority. "Finally, in the dark, someone helped me change the bloodshot bandana and re-bandage it, which was cool and very sleepy.

In the evening, a bowl of thick rice soup with a little sesame seeds in it, smooth and soft, after drinking it, I was full of energy. looked at the surrounding living environment, and by the way, he knew that Ran Chun was the right-hand man of Shangfu, and he only worked as an errand by Lang Jun's side. Trained and taken care of my three-no products, I really took the knife to kill the chicken.

The next day, Ran Chun woke me up, it was still porridge, but it was milk porridge mixed with milk, and the silky feeling was no less than that of Dove. In line with the principle of insight and knowledge, this big maid interrogated me, and the general questions and answers are as follows.

A: Where are you from?

Q: Someone sold it. (As soon as you pass through, your life will be miserable)

A: Are your parents and siblings there?

Q: I was scared of being beaten, and I can't remember the head injury. (A bit of Ms. Xiangling's sense of substitution)

A: How old are you?

Q: I don't remember

A: Then you forgot what your name was, right?

Q: You are so wise!

In the end, this maid named Ran Chun gave me a correct name, and the slave called Mingyi, and I couldn't help but think of the Mingyi milk powder I bought for my nephew.

In this way, nearly half a month has passed, and my face has gradually become pink and tender after the daily white rice porridge and jujube custard. According to Sister Ranchun's words, I want to learn to be a qualified servant and master a certain skill, so as not to become an inferior slave, stepping on the loess with my back to the sky every day.

I couldn't help but sigh, mechanics are very popular in any era!

Looking at the withering tea in the yard, I finally found a familiar taste. That night, I told Ran Chun that I wanted to learn how to cook tea. It was also at this time that I learned that the slave family wore it to the Tang Dynasty!

Perhaps as a powerful dynasty in history, after completing material wealth, it is the pursuit of spiritual sublimation - vassal elegance.

After the melting pot of Hu and Han culture from the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Northern and Southern Dynasties, tea and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are side by side, firewood, rice, oil and salt are equally important, all the way from the market to the altar of the king's sacrifice. But when the tea is drunk, the name of the tea can't be remembered, as a pure natural art and food industry, the talent is also limited, I don't know if Lu Yu (Tea Saint) has become famous?

After all, I was also born in tea art before, and the mastery of the heat and the familiarity of the variety were not enough for me to cause a famine, and it was enough to pretend to be enough. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but snicker that didn't fit this small body, but I didn't know that a pair of deep and bright eyes had already seen my demeanor......