After arranging the people in the mountains, Fu Chang struggled for a long time, but he still forcibly suppressed the grief in his heart, and went to the Yellow River along Fenshui with Shen Ruhui with a straight face, and then took his two sons and Shen Ruhui back to Luoyang together.

Two days later, he stood in front of the gate of Luoyang City, as soon as the car stopped, he saw Fu Xuan waiting at the gate of the city at a glance, he finally couldn't suppress the grief in his heart, and burst into tears in an instant, he staggered towards Fu Xuan, threw himself into Fu Xuan's arms, and cried: "Big brother!" ”

Fu Xuan, who had always been calm as water, couldn't help but have red eyes, he hugged his younger brother with slightly white sideburns, and choked up: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Fu Yong and Fu Hong followed behind their father, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang on the side.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded at them and looked at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan stepped forward and persuaded: "Father, the second uncle has worked hard all the way, let the second uncle and the two younger brothers go home to rest first." ”

Fu Xuan patted Fu Chang's shoulder, wiped the tears on his face and looked at Fu Yong and Fu Hong, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Erlang and Sanlang have grown so big, can they take words?" ”

Fu Yong and Fu Hong immediately came forward to meet Fu Xuan.

Fu Chang lowered his head to wipe away his tears, raised his red and swollen eyes and said: "Erlang took the word, but Sanlang only has a body and not a mind, so he didn't give him a word." ”

He also saw Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang standing aside, and wanted to salute, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he couldn't help but look at Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan introduced: "Don't you recognize it, this is Changrong, his father named him Tinghan, this is Tinghan's daughter-in-law, Zhao's Hanzhang, and the general of the Jin Kingdom." ”

Fu Chang nodded at Fu Tinghan, and then bowed to Zhao Hanzhang, "Meet the general." ”

Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly returned the salute, "Don't dare to be an uncle's gift, the second uncle has worked hard all the way, let's go home and rest first." ”

Fu Chang shook his head and refused, "I'm going to see my father first." ”

Fu Xuan knew that he would be like this, and sighed and said, "Everything is ready, let's go up the mountain now." ”

Zhao Hanzhang turned around and waved to the guards, some people drove over, and some people led horses.

As they got on the car and got on the horse, Zhao Hanzhang looked at Shen Ruhui, who had been standing on one side with his hands in his hands.

When Shen Ruhui saw her coming, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "General." ”

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Today is the day of rest, you have worked hard all the way, go back to rest first, and come to see me tomorrow." ”

Shen Ruhui breathed a sigh of relief, he could sleep well tonight, he bowed down, as soon as Zhao Hanzhang left, he straightened his waist and happily greeted his eldest companion Shen Xian, "Let's go, let's go home." ”

He said to the subordinates who followed him: "You guys should also go home, you have good luck today, catch up with Xiu Mu, and everyone have a good rest for two days." ”

The subordinates all happily surrendered, and as soon as they entered the city, they carried their burdens and headed for the same place.

Shen Ruhui looked at it casually, smelling the sweet fragrance in the air, his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly, and he also went in that direction, "It seems to be delicious." ”

Shen Xian said: "It's a pastry shop." ”

Shen Ruhui sighed, "Or they will treat themselves well, as soon as they enter the city, they will go to buy pastries, go, we will go too." ”

Shen Xian said: "Lang Jun, they don't buy pastries for themselves, but for their wives and children at home, you don't have a wife or children, you don't have to buy them." ”

Shen Ruhui: "...... Can't I buy it for myself? ”

He insisted on going, but Shen Xian could only follow.

Fu Yong and Fu Hong were riding on horses, and they couldn't help but secretly look at Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang.

Their eldest brother is more cold and better looking than in the portrait, Zhao Hanzhang is gentler than the painting, and his eyes are clearer, and a pair of smiling eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts when they look at it, and their thoughts and thoughts seem to be hidden from her eyes.

Fu Tinghan thought they were hungry, thought about it, took off the purse on his waist and handed it over, "This is a pastry, you make a mat first, and when you go up the mountain, I will cook porridge for you to eat." ”

Fu Yong's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Big brother, we are not hungry." ”

Fu Hong had already taken it quickly, and when he heard his brother say that, he didn't open it for a while, and it wasn't it when he returned it, and his eyes turned smartly.

Fu Tinghan couldn't help but smile when he saw it, thinking that if Erlang was still in Luoyang, they would definitely be good friends, "Eat, it's what I usually use to satisfy my hunger, it's not very sweet." ”

Fu Hong opened it, the purse was not small, but there were only two pieces of dim sum inside, and he took it out, it was round, and there was a layer of light white ...... on the outside Paper?

Fu Hong was surprised, let go of the reins for a while, opened the package with his other hand, and saw that it was a piece of steamed bun inside, but the skin was crispy dim sum.

He had only been in the mountains for just over three years, so why did he have the feeling of being isolated from the world for thirty years?

Fu Yong saw the dim sum he brought out of his purse, and couldn't help but beat the horse over, helping him put the reins on the horse's back with one hand, and taking another piece of dim sum from his hand, "What is this layer?" ”

Fu Tinghan glanced at it and said, "Oil paper." ”

As soon as the war subsided, the people were stable, and many new paper mills were opened in various places, and the production capacity of the old paper mills increased, so that the craftsmen had time to think about other papers.

Not only did they make a variety of toilet paper, but some people were inspired by the oil cloth and brushed various oils such as tung oil on different papers, so they made a variety of oil paper.

Fu Tinghan received the data from paper mills in various places and the finished products sent, told them what different uses of oil paper could be used, and encouraged them to explore more uses.

So, in less than half a year, there were oil-paper umbrellas, coarse oil-oiled paper that can wrap food, and fine-oiled paper.

Now the dim sum is wrapped in fine oil paper, which is much more hygienic than directly packing dim sum with a lotus.

Fu Hong took the dim sum in his hand and turned it around, then took a careful bite, his eyes lit up a little, "Big brother, what is this dim sum called?" ”

Fu Tinghan: "Mung bean cake." ”

Fu Hong stuffed the dim sum in two bites, but it was unexpectedly solid, and he couldn't swallow it for a while, so he could only say vaguely: "It's delicious, I've only eaten mung bean cake." ”

Fu Tinghan untied the water bladder that was hanging immediately and handed it to him: "The cook added a lot of flour when she was cooking, and it was baked dry, you have to take a small bite, be careful of choking." ”

Fu Hong served the dim sum with water, while Fu Yong on the side looked at the oil paper again and again, and had a further understanding of this new world, "I have never seen such paper in Liang County." ”

Fu Tinghan said: "It hasn't been passed on yet, the fine oil paper has only been out for two months, and the people have just started to use it." ”

Fu Yong carefully finished eating the mung bean cake, did not throw away the oil paper, but folded it carefully and put it away, he looked up at the mountain, and asked, "Has grandfather also seen this?" ”

Fu Tinghan lowered his eyes and said: "I didn't have time, but when he went, the world was stable and everything was thriving." ”

(End of chapter)