Yan Xiaowu understood Gao Sen's intentions and was a little angry. "Okay, where are you looking for an apprentice! You just want to find a little follower, cook you some food, and run an errand for you! You're not just a stalker! Or voyeurism! Eavesdropper! And the killer! I'm not ashamed to worship killers as teachers! ”

Finding that he had seen through it, Gao Sen was not angry, and walked to the porridge pot as a scoundrel, scooped a bowl of crab porridge, and praised the porridge while eating the porridge, and said to Yan Xiaowu shamelessly, "I'm not here to ask for your opinion, just to tell you, you have to be my apprentice!" ”

"What if I don't?" Yan Xiaowu glanced at Gao Sen.

"If you don't agree anyway, I won't leave. If you dare to worship someone else as a teacher, I will kill you. When Gao Sen talked about killing, he smiled with a white tooth and an eerie smile.

Zhang Zuben had been banging on the door outside, and this time he finally crashed in. "What! I don't have a place to sleep here! ”

Gao Sen didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and found crab porridge and drank it all by himself. Zhang Zuben's little bit of precious liquor is gone.

In Zhang Zuben's angry eyes, he drank the wine calmly. Then blatantly placed two chairs next to the bed where Zhang Zuben and Yan Xiaowu slept, lay down and went to sleep.

It seems that he can't get rid of him. Yan Xiaowu looked at Zhang Zuben with a pleading look, Zhang Zuben also tried his best, and shook his head to show that he was helpless.

Yes, tonight will be like this, Yan Xiaowu wants to cry without tears. A Zhang Zuben snoring is enough, and now there is another Gao Sen! The two of them snored together, and almost lifted the roof.

Yan Xiaowu couldn't sleep, so he figured out his thoughts.

His father died of illness inexplicably, and he was suddenly placed under house arrest. Think of those three years of house arrest, spoiled meals, news blockades, mental and physical torture and repression. Three years of cold violence have not abated in the slightest. Isn't this just trying to push yourself to a dead end?

But why not settle yourself early, and wait three years? Most likely, it's just to silence others. Isn't this a typical example of having done all the bad things and building a memorial arch?

Fortunately, after three years, no one thought that he would escape. I even hid it from the history books!

After the death of his father, he was succeeded by his uncle. Two years later, the little emperor died, and the eldest emperor succeeded to the throne. If it is the little emperor uncle who is closed, then the eldest emperor uncle who has succeeded to the throne for more than a year, not only did he not let himself go, but also caused himself to die, then he must not be able to return to the palace, let alone let people know that he is still alive!

Think about what my father once said about finding Nanshan Bodhisattva, the south is so big, and there are so many mountains, I don't know if it's easy to find or not.

Thinking about it, Yan Xiaowu fell asleep.

When I got up in the morning, I found that Gao Sen was helping Zhang Zuben chop firewood. And Zhang Zuben had already burned the fire and boiled porridge.

"It's white porridge every day, do you eat white porridge every day?" Gao Sen looked unhappy, "Stinky boy, if you follow me, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, you don't need to have a meal of white porridge!" Also, don't think about hitting me with the idea of a sword."

"You can eat everything, eat and drink for nothing, hum." Yan Xiaowu snorted dissatisfied, and gave up the idea of taking Gao Sen's sword.

In fact, he didn't want to eat white porridge every day, so he asked Zhang Zuben why he didn't boil other porridge, and learned that the result was that he would only boil white porridge, and other porridges would not boil! And there are only two stoves, so there is little room to play.

I see, you won't, I will! I Yan Xiaowu has a lot of porridge recipes in my head!

After making money, I will renovate the store!

But Zhang Zuben couldn't take out too much money to buy materials for making porridge, so he only gave Yan Xiao fifty yuan.

Yan Xiaowu originally planned to buy salted duck eggs, but found that there were no salted duck eggs here, only duck eggs for seven pounds. Fifty Wen can't buy anything at all. He asked Gao Sen if he could lend him a little money first, and he would definitely pay it back later.

"It's okay to borrow money, just apprentice." Gao Sen took in the apprentice again.

"That's not borrowing." Yan Xiaowu doesn't want to recognize a killer as the first mentor of martial arts in life.

Gao Sen saw that the threat was unsuccessful, so he insisted on giving Yan Xiao fifty taels of silver, "Borrow you!" Take it! Be sure to make delicious food and honor me! ”

gave ten taels at once, and Yan Xiaowu suddenly felt that Gao Sen's image was quite tall.

At this time, Yan Xiaowu bought ten catties of duck eggs, a clay pot, and two catties of salt in one go.

Five catties of red beans, five catties of glutinous rice, one catty of brown sugar, two catties of lean meat, and finally Zhang Zuben was given two taels of liquor. There were a lot of things, but in the end, it was Gao Sen who helped bring them back.

"If I knew you could spend so much, I wouldn't have lent you money!" Gao Sen sighed regretfully looking at so many things.

"I heard that there will be a poetry competition on August 15 the day after tomorrow, and the first place will have fifty taels." Yan Xiaowu heard it when he was shopping outside today.

"I won't go to that poetry club, a group of self-proclaimed literati talents, there are few real materials." Gao Sen said with a look of disdain.

"I'm going to try it," Yan Xiaowu said seriously.

"You? Just you? Twelve? They're all a few years older than you, and some of them are still showmen! ”

"What does it matter?" Yan Xiaowu prepared a pot of porridge with red beans and rice on the one hand, and a pot of porridge with shredded lean meat and minced ginger. "Tonight we will sell red bean brown sugar porridge and salted lean pork porridge."

"Good! Be ambitious! Zhang Zuben cooperated with Yan Xiaowu to cook porridge on the stove, and said while stirring, "The day after tomorrow, we won't sell porridge at night, I will accompany you to the poetry competition." ”

"Hmph, go, go, don't come back crying if you lose. Some of those people have been decided, and I can tell you in advance, so that you will not be too naïve to see the sinister nature of the world. Fifty taels do you think it's easy to earn! Gao Sen sat on the sidelines with a thatch in his mouth.

Zhang Zuben didn't mind, happily stirred porridge, and comforted Yan Xiaowu and said, "Little Wu, do whatever you want, don't think too much, you should see the world the day after tomorrow." Besides, at your age, you should still go to a private school. I'll borrow some money next year for you to study. ”

After listening to Zhang Zuben's words, Yan Xiaowu felt that his eyes were wet, and he was only two to nine years old when he was taught to read and learn by a Taifu, and the next three years were simply watching TV!

And Zhang Zuben, when he met in Pingshui, not only took him in, but also planned for himself! And he was never forced to ask about his origins. Yan Xiaowu suddenly had a feeling of being cared for for a long time. A warm current rushed up and wet his eyes.

"Phew, what are you reading, I haven't read either, don't you still grow so big, and still be able to support yourself?" When Gao Sen heard that he wanted to let his apprentice go to school, he immediately disagreed. "What's the use of reading? It's better to learn kung fu from me, go to the end of the world, kill people to make money, and be at ease! ”

Yan Xiaowu glanced at Gao Sen again, "Who wants to learn kung fu from you, hum, leper dog, Lai won't leave here." ”

"Hey, you stinky boy, you roll my eyes again, I'll dig it out for you, do you believe it or not?" Takamori made an eyeball-gouging pose.