Lin Xiangru said: "Do you know the identity of Zheng'er?" Could it be that the king asked you to come? ”

Lian Po sniffed the rich fragrance of braised vegetables, and while knotting his beard, he said, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you." However, although I came to see the situation of this Qin State Proton, it was not a request from King Zhao, but a request from Pingyang Jun. What he wants to know most is whether your disciple took in the Qin State Proton because your heart is for the Qin State. You also know that King Qin values you very much. ”

Lin Xiangru said indifferently: "The Qin country is far away, and at my age, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive halfway, Xie Pingyangjun cares." ”

Lian Po said: "I will tell him the truth about what you said." But you don't have to be too angry, Pingyang-jun asked me to come, which proves that I don't want to conflict with you. ”

"I'm just an old man who can't be trusted by the king, and I don't deserve Pingyangjun to be so polite." Although Lin Xiangru said this, his face softened a lot, "But it was Pingyang-jun who called you, not Pingyuan-jun." ”

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng is now the uncle and minister of the state of King Zhao, who loves to raise doormen, and is one of the four sons who are as famous as Meng Weijun, Chunshenjun, and Xinlingjun. King Zhao trusted and relied on Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains.

Although Pingyang Jun Zhao Bao is also the uncle of King Zhao, because he is younger than Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng and does not love raising soldiers, his reputation is not obvious, and his sense of existence is much lower than that of Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng.

Lian Po suddenly mentioned Zhao Bao, and Lin Xiangru was a little surprised.

Lian Po said: "How do I know? Did you offend Pingyang-kun somewhere? ”

Lin Xiangru was speechless: "Are you the kind of reckless stupid person you like to offend people everywhere?" ”

Lian Po didn't care about Lin Xiangru's belittling, after so many years, he got used to it: "It's good if you don't offend." Although he doesn't seem to have much ability, he is also the uncle of the king. ”

Lin Xiangru said: "He asked you to test me, this is not a manifestation of incompetence." ”

"It's better to be capable." Lian Po said indifferently, "There are more capable people to assist you, so that you don't worry about it every day." ”

Lin Xiangru frowned: "My monarch is also your monarch, and you should also be worried." ”

Lian Po smiled: "I'm only responsible for fighting for the king, and I don't care about the rest, so I don't care about it." ”

Lin Xiangru persuaded: "You still have to care about it, and if you don't understand, you can learn." It will be outside, and you will be inside. If you don't understand anything, it's easy to be victimized from behind. ”

Lian Po still smiled indifferently: "Aren't you behind me?" Isn't it just that you are beside you to speak for me? Although you always complain that the king doesn't believe you, except for Zhu Xiang's matter, the king doesn't believe you. But don't blame you for Zhu Xiang's matter. Zhu Xiang is just a commoner, and if King Zhao wants to reuse him, this credit is definitely not enough. ”

Lin Xiangru didn't want to quarrel with Lian Po on this matter, so he changed the topic: "What does Pingyang-jun want to do with Zheng'er?" ”

"A child of the Qin royal family who was abandoned by his family fell into the common people's family, is there anything more cruel than this?" Lian Po said slowly, "There is nothing more reassuring to the monarch than this." In their opinion, this proton must have been scrapped. ”

Lin Xiangru said lightly: "They do think so. ”

Lian Po asked, "I don't think so. But he's just a brighter child, and I'm not old enough to worry about a child. When he grows up to an age where he can be worried, I'm afraid I'm not in this world, and you certainly won't be in this world. So what's the use of worrying about what happens after death? ”

Lin Xiangru glanced at Lian Po, and was actually persuaded by Lian Po.

When Lian Po and Lin Xiangru were chatting, Zhu Xiang took Ying Xiaozheng to the kitchen, first secretly ate a small piece of braised pork belly in the pot, and then went out with the dishes and chopsticks.

Spices are not much of an important thing, and there are a lot of them extracted, so Zhu Xiang decided to satisfy his family's appetite first.

When it comes to the food that can be made with a variety of spices, Zhu Xiang first thinks of braised vegetables, not barbecue.

Although there is no refrigerator now, the brine can be stored for a long time by putting it in a thick clay pot that has been sterilized with boiling water, and boiling it once a day in the morning and evening. Zhu Xiang only needs to use the spice packet once, and he can eat it many times, which is more cost-effective than barbecue.

The brine can suppress the ingredients with strong flavors, and Zhu Xiang can finally make pig offal, especially the pig's large and small intestines, into a delicacy.

When washing the pig's large and small intestines, Zhu Xiang almost vomited even if he was used to smelling farmhouse fertilizer. The large and small intestines are really delicious, but the process of processing the ingredients is really miserable.

In addition to boiling offal, there are also dead noodles and a large piece of pork belly.

Today, Lian Po tried to make Ying Xiaozheng cry, Zhu Xiang held a grudge, and deliberately did not fish the pork belly, but only cut a pot of braised offal.

"Don't tell General Lian. When your aunt comes back, we will eat quietly at home. Zhu Xiang whispered.

Ying Xiaozheng licked his lips and nodded vigorously.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a secret smile, and then Zhu Xiang held the bowl, Ying Xiaozheng held the chopsticks, and walked slowly to the vestibule one after the other.

"It's slow!" Lian Po didn't wait for Zhu Xiang to put down the dishes and chopsticks, so he grabbed a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and began to eat, "You said this is pig viscera?" Why doesn't it stink at all? Fragrant, so fragrant! ”

"The viscera stinks, it can be made into a delicacy?" Lin Xiangru didn't care about the low and dirty ingredients in the pot, and tasted it slowly.

Zhu Xiang said: "As long as you wash it and use enough seasoning, the viscera taste mellow, and it is more delicious than ordinary meat." This is called braised and boiled, and there are cut dough cakes in the soup, and the dough cakes absorb enough soup and taste very beautiful. ”

Lian Po set up a piece of tofu: "This is a dough cake?" ”

Zhu Xiang said: "This is tofu." Grinding the mushrooms into a sauce and dotting them with brine makes them easier to digest than eating boiled mushrooms directly. ”

Lian Po took a bite of tofu: "It tastes good." Fang Zi copied a copy of me, I like to eat mushrooms, but the family doctor always asked me to eat less, saying that it was easy to accumulate food. I will not treat you badly, I will exchange a horse without gelding. ”

Zhu Xiang knew that Lian Po liked to eat beans, but because he was prone to stomach bloating, the doctor at home did not let him eat more. So this time to make tofu, he originally planned to give the recipe to Lian Po.

However, Lian Po said that he would give him a horse, and he did not refuse. The old general, who has resigned this stinky temper, will curse again.

"Good. However, I will tell civilians how to make tofu, and it cannot be enjoyed exclusively by General Lian. Zhu Xiang said, "Civilians eat more soybean, teach them to make tofu, and when the wind and rain are smooth and there is no shortage of food, they can also enjoy a delicious dish." ”

"Whatever you want." Lian Po said, "How can this tofu be delicious?" ”

Zhu Xiang said: "You can do anything." If you want to eat lighter, boil tofu in salted water; If you want to eat something heavier, tofu can absorb the taste of other ingredients, and General Lian likes to eat any delicacies, just add tofu to it and cook it together. ”

Lian Po nodded: "Understood, it's the same as the bread." ”

Lin Xiangru ate a piece of tofu and said in surprise: "Is it really made of soybean?" ”

Zhu Xiang said: "Of course, I can still lie to you? ”

Lin Xiangru smiled: "Civilians can exchange bean rice for this." ”

Zhu Xiang smiled bitterly: "This civilian can't be eaten." To make tofu, the soybean should first be ground into soybean pulp, and the soybean paste should be boiled and filtered, and then used brine or gypsum water to point it into a solidified state. Tofu is the essence of soybean, although it is delicious, the stomach is much weaker than eating soybean. ”

Lin Xiangru listened to the words and sighed deeply.

Lian Po was dissatisfied: "What's the matter with the two of you? Can you not mention those upset words when you eat? You have to worry, when you have a full stomach and go to the study to worry, don't sigh here, the tofu in my bowl is not fragrant. ”

Zhu Xiang echoed: "That's right, Lin Lao, let's eat a full stomach first." ”

Lin Xiangru sighed again, and then glanced at Lian Po.

Lian Po replied to Lin Xiangru with a roll of his eyes, and continued to eat and drink.

Lian Po has a large amount of food, full of pot of braised boiled fire, and he solves most of it alone.

In this way, he also said that he kept his stomach and wanted to eat another roast chicken.

Zhu Xiang had no choice but to take out the roast chicken left for Xun Qian, who was visiting friends, and caulked Lian Po's stomach.

Every time Lian Po came to Zhu Xiang's house to eat, Zhu Xiang would think of an emoji with a spoon bigger than his head.

Shall I come to your house for dinner? I'll just eat a spoonful, and I .jpg with a spoon the size of my head.

Lian Po's meal is much more terrifying than a spoon the size of his head.

After Lian Po ate and drank enough, he didn't leave immediately this time, saying that he wanted to teach Zhu Xiang martial arts.

Zhu Xiang was trained by Lian Po with a bitter face, until he lay on the ground and couldn't get up by Lian Po no matter how he poked him with a stick, and Lian Po rode away satisfied.

Zhu Xiang turned over and said weakly to Ying Xiaozheng, who was squatting beside him with an angry face: "Don't be angry, Zheng'er, General Lian is also kind...... Ahem, phew. ”

Lin Xiangru helped Zhu Xiang up and said, "Where is his kindness?" He just has nothing to do, he is so idle that he deliberately comes to bully you. ”

Zhu Xiang smiled bitterly.

How did he not know that Lian Po was deliberately bullying people? It's just that Lian Po has a proud personality, and he usually looks at people on the top of his head. Now he has to come to Zhu Xiang at least once a month to "make trouble", Zhu Xiang knows that this is Lian Po's way of taking care of himself, so he won't be angry.

Lian Po is very stubborn about his principles, for example, Zhu Xiang does not go to the battlefield, Lin Xiangru said it clearly, he refused to recommend Zhu Xiang with Lin Xiangru, and often scolded Zhu Xiang for being a bile mouse.

But whether it is sending troops to help Zhu Xiang repair water conservancy, or swaggering to Zhu Xiang to rub rice to show that Zhu Xiang is not only Lin Xiangru but also covered by him, it shows that Lian Po also treats Zhu Xiang as a nephew.

"General Lian is indeed kind, it's just ......" Zhu Xiang held his waist, "It's just that General Lian is getting older and his temper is more like an old naughty boy?" ”

Lin Xiangru is indeed the case. Lian Po is really not a thing the older he gets.

"Okay, let's not talk about him, accompany me to see the potatoes." Lin Xiangru said, "It's time for potatoes to bloom today, right?" ”

Zhu Xiang was speechless: "It's only been half a month, no." Elder Lin, you asked yesterday. ”

Lin Xiangru didn't care about the normal growth process of the plant, and pulled the sore Zhu Xiang to see the potatoes.

Ying Xiaozheng stopped his indignation and followed Lin Xiangru and his uncle to see the potato seedlings, the potato seedlings he had grown.

When Lin Xiangru smiled at the potato seedlings and stroked his beard, Ying Xiaozheng squatted next to the potato seedlings and muttered, "The seedlings will grow up and bloom quickly."

Zhu Xiang sat on the stone in the courtyard, looking at Lin Xiangru and Ying Xiaozheng in a daze, pretending to be a paralyzed.

"Uncle uncle, is Miao Miao growing taller again!"

"Hmmm......"

"Uncle and uncle, the seedlings I planted have an extra leaf!"

"Hmmm......"

"Uncle and uncle, will the seedlings bloom tomorrow!"

"Can't ......"

"When will it bloom?"

"It's going to be another half a month. However, the flowers of the potatoes will be removed when they are still buds, so that the potatoes can grow better. So we don't see potatoes flowering. ”

Ying Xiaozheng raised his head in disbelief: "Alas? Can't you see the flowers?! ”

Zhu Xiang said: "You like potato flowers, you can leave a few without picking flowers." Later, when it is harvested, it can be compared with the deflorated potatoes. ”

Ying Xiaozheng nodded lightly: "Okay, I'm going to leave a few potato flowers for my aunt." ”

Zhu Xiangle said: "Zheng'er knows how to send flowers at such a young age? And what about my uncle? Only for my aunt? ”

Ying Xiaozheng said: "Send them all." ”

"Good boy!" Zhu Xiang wanted to get up and hug Ying Xiaozheng, but as soon as he got up, he sat back in pain, "Ouch." ”

"You sit down and don't get up." Lin Xiangru smiled, "I didn't expect that some grains still need to be picked to grow well." ”

"We eat the roots of potatoes, so we can't let them blossom and bear fruit and steal the nutrients of the roots." Zhu Xiang explained, "Lin Lao, the potato seedlings haven't changed much, don't you need to look at it, right?" It's cool, let's go back to the house? ”

"I'll watch for a while, and you can go back to the house by yourself." Lin Xiangru refused to leave.

Ying Xiaozheng refused to leave. He continued to speak to the potato seedlings, and very domineeringly ordered the potato seedlings to grow delicious potatoes.

Zhu Xiang sighed in his heart, and could only sit on the stone to accompany the old man to blow the cold wind.

Another half moon passed, and the potatoes finally grew flower bones.

Zhu Xiang carried a small basket on Ying Xiaozheng's little arm: "Go, Xiao Zheng'er picking potato flowers!" ”

Ying Xiaozheng rushed into the small potato field and happily picked flowers.

Ying Xiaozheng is short, just suitable for picking potato flowers.