A foot of crimson dust, the old is not as good as the new.

Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai.

The bottom of the well is lit with deep candles, and the Gonglang is a long line of Mo Go.

Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know.

Du Wu was counting the festivals he had after coming to Dahan with his fingers. The Dragon Boat Festival was spent in prison, and on the night of the Double Ninth Festival, he was drunk with old soup and almost showed his own details. When Chen Tang said that he would give the descendants of the ancient Roman legion to himself, Du Wu had a feeling of being stunned by happiness, and afterwards he figured out that he was in a cold sweat, saying that he was protecting himself, but in fact he was surveillance, the old guy's life was not long, and he was afraid that he would be a threat to Wang Shu from an unknown source, so he directly sent an army to monitor him. Anyway, they are helpless in this world, and these Roman descendants may really be able to protect themselves. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, who knows?

When I got up early in the morning and washed, Pipa came to wait. Du Wu obviously felt that the little girl had a good impression of him, but he didn't take it to heart, how old is this girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and she is still a child. Du Wu thought, put down the veil, and asked the pipa: "You can also follow me to the lecture today, it is always a good thing to learn some knowledge." ”

Pipa took the handkerchief, stood timidly beside him and said, "Sir, it will be Zhengdan in ten days, and the little lady is afraid that she will have to go back to her house in a few days." In the past few days, the Great Sima Mansion has been buying food for the holidays, and I heard that the old man will come back on Chinese New Year's Eve to celebrate the festival together, and the little lady will come to the reunion with her father at that time. ”

"Uncle? Oh, you're talking about Da Sima, right? ”

"Yes, sir, do you want to go out for a walk today? I heard the little lady say that there are a lot of caravans from the Western Regions in the West Market, and there are a lot of interesting things, so she is going to play today. ”

In a word, Du Wu's curiosity was aroused. I haven't been shopping for a long time, and I don't know what the commercial street of the Western Han Dynasty looks like. So he decided to follow Shisu to the West Market after breakfast, and Pipa happily ran to tell Shiso.

It is very different from what I imagined, the commercial street of the Western Han Dynasty is very simple, although many different trading areas have been divided, but I can still smell the strong smell of livestock, mixed with the body odor of the merchants of the Western Regions who have not bathed for several months, which makes Du Wu very unaccustomed. However, there is no way to do this, after all, livestock is the main source of economy in the Western Regions, and with the huge consumer market of the Western Han Dynasty, it is impossible not to prosper.

Zi Su couldn't stand Du Wu's leisurely stroll, so he took a few maids and family members and ran away. Pipa wanted to follow, but he was reluctant to leave Du Wu, so he had to follow behind in a stupid manner.

For Du Wu, who is accustomed to seeing a wide variety of goods, the prosperous West Market in the Han Dynasty is not as good as the township market in his memory. When he was bored, a three-story small building at the corner suddenly burst out, and a big word "wine" hung on the bamboo pole pulled out on the second floor.

Since ancient times, he has been alone with the railing, but Du Wu prefers to lean on the railing, which he developed after coming to the Han Dynasty. Every time like this, Pipa thinks that Mr. is so attractive. Perhaps it was the later generations who were accustomed to high-rise buildings, Du Wu went straight up to the third floor, looking at the railing, most of Chang'an City fell into view, the sun was gradually in the middle, the hawkers and the sound of children frolicking came, the city came alive.

Xiao Erguan reported the names of a few dishes in general, Du Wu basically never ate them, thought for a long time, and asked: "Is there any braised radish?" He remembered the braised white radish he used to eat in a small alley in Wuxi, and the taste was endless.

Xiao Er was stunned for a long time, and looked at the pipa and the two family members in surprise, and the pipa quickly pulled Du Wu's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Sir, what kind of dish are you talking about, we haven't heard of it." ”

"Why, you haven't eaten it?"

At Du Wu's insistence, the four of them rushed to the kitchen, making the shopkeeper a little nervous, thinking that Xiao Er had offended a nobleman, and hurriedly followed behind.

It's a shame.

When Du Wu turned out a miserable-looking reed from the vegetable pile and said that it was a radish, the audience burst into laughter, and Du Wu was a little annoyed, snatched the kitchen knife from the chef who laughed the most, and made the braised radish by himself.

Without soy sauce, this is the biggest failure, so I have to use various sauces instead. When the cook saw Du Wu boiling the oil in the five-cooked kettle (the cook deliberately introduced Du Wu with a thumbs up, saying that it was the only one in Chang'an City) and boiled it until it was about to smoke, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide. Small pieces of pork belly were poured into the pot, and when the two sides were browned, all kinds of sauces, syrup, and salt were also sprinkled into it, and after the soup was slightly yellow, two spoonfuls of cold water were added, and the cut radish did not enter the water, so he told the cook to burn it on a high fire. The cook hurriedly came over to add firewood, and after a while, Du Wu lifted the lid of the pot and stir-fried it, the cook thought it was done, and quickly stood up and wanted to taste it, but was slapped on the hand by Du Wu, this fat man, just now he laughed the loudest.

After tasting the saltiness, Du Wu put some more syrup, there is no sugar in the Western Han Dynasty, and the sweetness of the syrup is really not high. After burning for a while, Du Wu poked the radish with chopsticks, and saw that the chopsticks could be inserted, so he asked the cook to put out the fire, found a plate and put it out, ordered a few common dishes, and let the family take it up to the third floor.

The stars are about to pop in Pipa's eyes, and they all say that the gentleman is far away from cooking, and Mr. really broke her cognition. With the encouragement of Mr., the most important thing is that he couldn't get enough of it, so he carefully sandwiched a small piece of radish, put it in his mouth and tasted it slowly, and the corners of his eyes suddenly narrowed: delicious!

Drinking mash, tasting bacon, and feasting on the fragrant and delicious braised radish, although the radish was still a little less tasty, Du Wu was still very interested. When the gentleman is in high spirits, it is a good time to make a request, and Pipa knows this best.

"Sir, a few days ago, Miss made a new song, which is very good, and the whole house is boasting, can Mr. also compose a song? When the time comes, give it to Miss, and Miss will be very happy. ”

Du Wu didn't want to do it, he couldn't bear the bitter pleading of the pipa, and this girl was spoiled by herself. In addition, I drank a lot of mash, this wine tasted a little rancid, but it was a bit like beer, Du Wu liked to drink beer the most, so he drank close to a jar, so he borrowed the strength of the wine, let Xiao Er take pen and ink, and the pipa hurriedly grinded the ink. Looking at the expectant eyes of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl while studying ink, Du Wu suddenly had a feeling of adding fragrance to his red sleeves.

With this feeling, with a gentle beat, Du Wu hummed.

When I was a child, I chiseled the wall and stole the light of someone's house

In the past, I didn't comb a bitter ten-year cold window

Now under the lamp, reading red sleeves add fragrance

Half a lifetime of fame is just a vain

In March, the smoke and the warbler fly and the grass grows

I saw my hometown in the catkins

I don't know if you are still in Luyang

A wisp of green silk is treasured for a lifetime

Lovers on the bridge go in and out of pairs

The red medicine by the bridge sighed that the night was too long

The moon also shakes, and people hesitate

There was a song of death in the Upen

The moonlight of Luzhou is sprinkled on the heart

Under the moon, you are no longer what you used to be

Too many injuries to complain about

Sigh at that time, it was just ordinary

Luzhou moonlight pear blossom rain cool

Who's beside you now?

The moonlight of my hometown is deeply seared in my heart

But he couldn't shed the tears of that year

Before the song ended, a slightly vicissitudes of life voice came:

"Xiao Langjun, how did you know about chiseling the wall and stealing the light?"