When Huangfu Biao saw that it was noon, he invited Huang Zhong to accompany him to the city for dinner.

The two of them are like forgetful friends, they talk happily all the way, they all feel that they hate to see each other late, Huang Zhong is honest and frank, Huangfu Biao is approachable, and the taste of heroes is particularly strong, especially when Huang Zhong talks about his understanding of archery, which makes people admire.

While talking, they came to Chunmanlou, the two of them went upstairs, found a position near the window and sat down, ordered a few signature dishes, ordered two jars of apricot blossom spring, and ate wine in the bustling city.

Don't say that the natural disasters in the late Han Dynasty continued, the court was corrupt, and the people were not able to make a living, that did not affect the prosperity of Luoyang, the traffic was busy, the merchants were rampant, and the people at the bottom were always consumed, and those in the high positions could not see the weeds under their feet.

"Brother Hansheng, have you ever seen the scene of starvation all over the field?"

Huangfu Biao leaned against the long window, holding a wine glass in his hand, and couldn't help sighing, he couldn't forget the place where the Yellow Turban Army passed, the bark was stripped off, and he still couldn't eat the scene, grabbed the mouse and tore and swallowed it, where are the people who survived.

"Hansheng didn't."

Huang Zhong joined the army after practicing martial arts, and he has been hanging some idle posts in the army, living in Luoyang for a long time, and there are few wars, so it is not strange to see it.

"Dare to ask which objective Songhua cake?"

It turned out to be a small guy who sent a food box in, Huang Zhong opened the food box, it turned out to be Songhua cake, this thing is fine and fragrant, oily and sweet, easy to enter, not sticky to the teeth, Huang Zhong smiled honestly, said that it was a snack for his youngest son Huang Chong.

"The children in the family like sweets the most, and there is asthma for a long time, they love it, and they respond to their needs at home. Huang Zhong was thinking about the child in his heart, and he felt that he had a long relationship with his children in front of his boss, and he suddenly showed embarrassment.

"Asthma is mostly caused by phlegm, and sweets are the most prone to phlegm, and children have weak spleen and stomach, and they like sweets.

"If it weren't for the words of the adults, Huang would not have known about it, and he would have almost made a big mistake, Lord Xie." Huang Zhong patted his forehead with his hand, regretting it, and when he saw it, he usually bought sweets for his son.

"When I was a child, I met a miracle doctor surnamed Zhang in the north with my master, and told my master that the starch syrup boiled from malt can best nourish the spleen and stomach of children, and there is no risk of phlegm, and Brother Hansheng can ask someone to go to Jiangnan to purchase some."

"I don't know who Dr. Zhang's surname is, where he practices medicine, I really want to take the child to see a doctor."

"I don't know, I seem to remember that the master called him Brother Zhongjing, and then he said that he was an official, and there was no more news, I'm sorry, Brother Hansheng, I met the master of Yunyou another day, I must remember to ask, so that I can tell you."

"Thank you, sir!"

"It's good to talk - come - drink - "

Huang Zhong's mind disappeared for a while, and he suddenly became happy and drank a few more glasses.

After all, the climate in the south is pleasant, the spring flowers are blooming, and the four seasons are like spring, unlike the north, the cold and dryness are heavy, and it is most suitable for people with long-term lung diseases to recuperate, and they just take their sons to live in the south for a long time. I didn't want the emperor to have a good eye for talents, so he promoted himself to be a military marquis, and also avoided the mistake of pampering his children, so he suddenly lost his intention to go south and wanted to do a career in Luoyang.

Suddenly, the Qinglou on the opposite side became noisy, and more than a dozen women were chased out by turtle slaves.

"It's against you—"