The old guy was actually already trembling, and was thinking about how to get out, when he saw several people running over......

The first boy is neither tall nor short, and he looks straight to himself with an expectant look! Wang Lao Ghost had an idea, and gambled that this guy was not Song Wen, the turtle god of Wazi Street, and planned to fool him directly to apprentice, and then immediately said that he and Song Wen were so fated that they could not meet again...... Then you have to lie to how far the carriage goes!

As for this stinky boy...... Just find a green building and sell it to be a little turtle man......

It's a pity that this stinky boy has already been a little turtle boy! And he has worked hard all the way to the position of the turtle god......

As soon as the old guy burst into a smile, he saw the kid in front of him leap up with a brisk step, and he shouted in mid-air: "Where did the dog thief dare to pretend to be my master and deceive?"

A flying foot kicked the door of the old ghost Wang, and the bridge of his nose was kicked crooked...... Fortunately, the old guy practiced a good style for a few years when he was young, and he has some ability to resist hitting! It's just that this kick still kicked the old guy like a rolling gourd......

An Chun next to him immediately understood, and pounced on it with a few punches and smashed it on the stomach of the old thing...... "Old thief!" Sure enough, it's a liar......"

Li Yan and Lin Chong in the distance watched Song Wen and Dogleg An Chun beating the old immortal in a daze, and then the two of them came back to their senses...... Looks like he's a liar!

"Alas!"

Li Yan squatted on the ground in disappointment, and said to Lin Chong, who was also disappointed next to him: "It's a pity, I thought I could meet the master of the little turtle prince......

"That is, Brother Wen'er's master must be both civil and military, and I am afraid that he is a peerless master who is not born in the world......"

After a while, the angry Song Wen instructed An Chun to lock up the old guy with a blue nose and swollen panda eyes in a cave in the back mountain, and then he had to pretend to be heartbroken to cook for the teenagers.

Knowing that Xiao Langjun's master would definitely be sad if he didn't come, everyone hurriedly gaged to liven up the atmosphere. Song Wen put his strength on chopping meat and chopping bones.

It's just a pity that I couldn't leave Brother Yelushan's treasure knife, otherwise it would have been extremely easy to cut meat and chop bones with that sharp blade...... You must know that the Khitan people of Liao have always been famous for smelting and forging! Liao in the Khitan language means iron...... The Land of Iron!

Song Wen wielded a short knife to chop the bones, then boiled water and then put it into a large pot and simmered slowly. All the pork in three layers was cut into pieces by several women, and the largest iron pot that had been bought for a lot of money was boiled with cold oil and mashed brown sugar, and small bubbles were emerging from the bottom of the pot.

Song Wen took a long-handled spoon and gently stirred the sugar, and next to it were soy sauce jars, salt jars, chopped ginger and some pepper star anise.

Song Wen carefully observed the bubbles inside the sugar color from large to small, and then shouted...... "Lin Chong put meat!" ”

Lin Chong, who was next to the boss with a wooden basin, agreed, and gently reversed the big wooden basin with strong arm strength to pour the pork belly into the oil pot with skillful strength, and was stunned to control the strength and did not let the hot oil splash on Song Wen's body.

Song Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then waved the long-handled iron spoon to stir-fry the braised pork with the strength of milk, so that the oily pork belly pieces were evenly hung with sugar......

Li Yan encouraged the dark tendon meat to slowly pull the bellows, so that the firewood in the big earthen stove rose and fell evenly and continuously.

"Brother Wen, can you take out a few jars of aged wine to burn the spring today to quench your cravings?"

"Well, make a good fire...... I can give you an altar! ”

"Okay......"

A large bowl of fire was poured into the meat pot to increase the smell, Li Yan was sorry for a long time, a group of teenagers smelled the strong fragrance and drooled, and they had to clean up the simple tables and chairs, wooden piers, and a few little rabbits of tenant families cheered around the iron pot.

Song Wen liked the atmosphere......

An hour passed, and Song Wen wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and instructed the tenant women to prepare wooden basins. Next to him, Li Erlang and others have already begun to distribute steamed rice and cooking cakes.

One person, one big cookcake, a big bowl of yellow rice, everyone watched Song Wen and the woman stew dry vegetables with wooden pots full of meat and bones, and pots full of braised pork.

The meat is bright red and fragrant, and it is sprinkled with chopped green onions.

Song Wen didn't want to say anything, what the children needed was not some brainwashing rhetoric and courtship...... What they need is a bowl of rice and a piece of meat, and what they need is real food and clothing care!

Song Wen stood on the earthen stove and raised his fist......

"It's time to eat!"

"Whew...... Whew...... Eat meat......"

A group of teenagers began to gobble up like hungry ghosts.

Li Yan took a sip with a smile, picked up the wine bowl and poured a large sip of strong soju...... It's just that the corners of the eyes seem to be a little moist.

Song Wen was tired enough, and as soon as he sat down, Lin Chong handed over a bowl of cold grape wine......

"Brother, take a sip to relieve your fatigue! Chilled with well water. ”

Song Wen took the grape wine and took a sip, the sour and slightly sweet wine made him very comfortable.

"It's a pity, there is a shortage of one brother!"

Lin Chong nodded: "An Daoquan accompanied Grandpa to the Daimyo's Mansion, saying that after visiting a few old friends at home, he would accompany Grandpa An back to his hometown in Yangzhou...... Grandpa An couldn't do without him. ”

Song Wen smiled: "It's okay, we'll meet sooner or later!" When the time comes, pour him three bowls of soju, and then take him to Wazi Street to enjoy the happiness of a man......"

Lin Chong nodded with a slightly red face.

When the smoke cleared, the teenagers were given a vacation by Song Wen, and they went around running to wrestle in the martial arts arena, watching horses in the stable, and fishing in the river...... In short, if you practice martial arts, you can practice martial arts well, and you will work hard. When it's time to play, go for it.

The rules have long been set...... No private fights, no theft! Do not disturb your neighbors, and do not leave without reason. There are also more than a dozen precepts...... If it is light, it will be a ruler, and if it is heavy, it will be a military stick! The worst of them will have to be evicted......

Song Wenming said that it was impossible to manage so many teenagers without strict discipline. Fortunately, these children cherish their hard-won care for food and clothing, and all the children are very obedient after following Li Yan all the way from Hebei Road to the peaceful Bianliang.

Four large houses are beginning to take shape, and the sturdy wheat straw roofs have been made. The triangular wooden frame carefully made by several carpenters is very strong, which is a new craft, and these carpenters will have one more job in the future, so they are very admired and grateful to Song Wen.

The first batch of adobe bricks were used by the teenagers to repair the courtyard wall where Song Wen and several people lived, and Song Wen checked it and it was very strong.

Do not be dirty, and do not drink dirty water. Song Wen set a lot of rules for the children that seemed a little inexplicable to them......

What Song Wen wants is a paradise, a safe and low-key Grange cottage! A secret base that can secretly cultivate his own team of henchmen.

Li Yan brought a cart of iron and worn-out ironware that she had secretly bought on the black market...... Song Wen, who should be a farm tool or something, plans to use his own craftsmen to build it. Of course, Song Wen also planned to quietly make a batch of private goods......

The bonfire was lit...... The teenagers gathered together to play and eat grasshoppers roasted in Kan Dashan, and An Chun, a few teenagers who were mixed in Bianliang, Tokyo, learned from Chunniang and their appearance to sing and dance to enliven the atmosphere, and Li Yan laughed and everyone was happy.

Song Wen asked Lin Chong to accompany Li Yan here for recreation, and he took Li Erlang and the two to the place where several craftsmen lived in the village.