Ha Duong County, along the northeastern border.

Out of the forest, there is a guard of honor first, and a luxurious car is welcomed. After the guard of honor and the car, there were 800 elite soldiers accompanying them, and there were military generals accompanying them on both sides of the car, and scouts sent out to and fro to report back and forth.

Looking at this battle, this person in the car must be weighted.

When I saw this group of men and horses, walking out of the forest and going to the wilderness, I don't know where I am.

......

Ha Yang County, at the gate of the county seat.

"General Xie. Zheng Ming thanked the city general, and after the city general nodded and smiled, he smiled and turned around and entered the city.

"Ha Yang...... Recite. After entering the city, Zheng Ming stopped for a moment to watch the situation in the city, and then smiled forward and blended into the bustling flow of people.

Fenglai Inn, a corner of the adjacent window on the second floor.

Here, the old man who played chess with Zheng Ming a few days ago was having a good conversation with the young man he called "Daoyi".

One sits in the east and the other sits in the north.

"Haha, haha...... You, you......" Hearing the interesting story mentioned by Daoyi, the old man was stunned at first, and then laughed heartily.

"Hehe......" Dao Yi also smiled, and then poured a cup of hot tea for the old man, and presented it to the other party.

"Whew. The old man took the teacup with a smile on his face and prepared to drink it. However, when the cup reached his mouth, he suddenly paused, as if he had fallen into a standstill. It's just a moment.

After a pause, the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly lifted, and then he slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

Seeing this, the smiling Dao moved in his eyes, and he turned his eyes to look out the window.

However, there was nothing unusual outside the window, and the street was as usual. Dao Yi seemed to have no notice, and looked back at the place where the old man was sitting, but when this glance passed, the old man was gone.

Dao Yi looked at the old man's seat, and did not show any color about it.

Long Street.

The street is extremely wide, divided into five: the middle is the official road, the left and right of the official road is the road, and the street is the business road - this business road, in fact, is also a sidewalk, but it is adjacent to the paving of the outer edge of the road, and most of them are buyers' behavior, so it is so called.

"Fufeng bones are like crispy, the secret recipe of the palace, good taste-"

"Cook-cake——,cook-cake-"

"Three fresh small baked buns, no fresh no money!"

"Give me both!"

"Fresh or not?"

"Not new. ”

"Get out!"

On the street, there are street vendors shouting endlessly, which can be said to be your family singing and I appear, and it is very tacit and orderly. But among them, there are only a handful of people who can attract Zheng Ming's attention, and the only one that can make him pause and turn around with him is this one, "Come-ah, come-ah, fragrant and sweet dragon beard candy, crispy and crispy-"

......Seeing the stall, the vendor, the sugar, and the plaque, Zheng Ming couldn't help but smile and turned around and walked there.

The stall owner is an old man, dressed simply, and looks very kind, giving people a friendly impression.

On the stall, there is a crucible and an oil pot, plus a straw pillar and a plaque. There are many samples of dragon beard candy inserted on the straw pillar, and the vertical plaque reads "Golden Gate Dragon Beard Candy" five golden signboards of dragons flying and phoenix dancing.

It's not far from each other, and it's a few steps before you get closer.

"Whew. Seeing that the fire in the crucible was red, Zheng Ming couldn't help but smile, and chuckled politely to the stall owner: "Grandpa Sugarmaker, have a non-crisp dragon whisker candy." ”

"Okay, wait a minute, it'll be fine. The sweetener smiled, and started to make it.

Dragon beard candy is a famous street dessert in the wind country, which is divided into two types: crispy and non-crispy. There are no less than eight kinds of traditional production processes, and the styles are slightly different, but the production process is not complicated, one of them, that is, the process adopted by the old sugar maker in front of him, is called "weaving silk" by industry insiders.

The process of this production process is not complicated, you only need to use a crucible to refine the sugar cubes, and then use bamboo skewers to pick silk, coil whiskers to weave dough, and then sprinkle the crisp powder ground with sugar crisp, put it in an oil pan and slightly soak it in oil to fry, and then it can be out of the pot. And if it is wrapped in crisp, an iron skewer should be set up outside the crucible, and the prepared crisp dough should be strung on it, and then the sugar shreds drawn from the crucible should be wrapped on it.

However, although the process is simple, the secret taste and recipe are extremely important, and it is a great test of the sugar maker's skill.

In Zheng Ming's view, the craftsmanship of the old sugar craftsman in front of him can be described as unique. Seeing him draw silk like a thread like smoke, coiling silk as a cocoon to win paintings, every pen in the time is flowing and dreamlike, which can be called a real skill. In this way, Zheng Ming no longer felt that he was smiling and expectant, and it was extremely wonderful to think about the taste.

Multiply......

Not long after, as the old sugarmaker opened the oil pot, and waited for a dip in oil to rise and fall three times, the oil drops fell to the pot, and this white cancan revealed a little golden dragon beard candy, and it was done.

"I'll charge you a penny. The old sugar maker smiled and handed the dragon whisker candy to Zheng Ming, and said.

"Hah! Uncle Xie. Hearing this, Zheng Ming immediately laughed out loud, and then hurriedly took out a copper plate from his sleeve pocket, and handed over the money and delivery with the old sugar craftsman.

"Hah!" Zheng Ming looked at the dragon beard candy shining in the sunlight with joy, and his eyes were full of crystal flashes.

"Hehe......" Seeing him so happy and innocent, the old sugarmaker also smiled.

"Haha...... Thank you grandpa. After a long glance, Zheng Ming smiled and bowed to the old sugar maker to thank him, and then turned around and ran towards the Fenglai Inn, regardless of whether the other party was pleased or not.

"Hehehe...... This little devil ......" Seeing Zheng Mingxing rushing away, the old sugarmaker couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and then stuffed the copper plate given by Zheng Ming into the waist of his apron, and then turned his eyes to look away, and said softly: "Dragon beard candy, fragrant and sweet dragon beard candy, crispy and crispy-"

Not far outside the Wind Inn.

"Haha......" Zheng Ming was satisfied with the dragon whisker candy, but only a silver whisker folded off the sugar ball tasted, from the current point of view, he was still a little reluctant to eat. After all, for him, whether it is a copper plate or the excellent dragon beard candy in his hand, it is very precious.

However, although he did not eat, his stomach was also hungry.

"Hmmm. There was an empty sound in his abdomen, which made Zheng Ming's head pause.

"......" Zheng Ming glanced at his stomach with some intriguing, and after thinking for a while, he raised the corners of his mouth with a faint smile and raised his eyes to find a place to eat.

Looking around, there are many places to eat next to the two dishes, but none of them can make him stop his gaze. Looking at the benefits, the four big words "Fenglai Inn" can be said to be impressive.

Seeing the signboard of the Fenglai Inn, Zheng Ming just looked at the spot, and instead of going, he pulled the corners of his mouth a little intriguingly. Eventually, he shook his head slightly, and then turned his gaze away.

It's still some time before noon, but the eating places on both sides of the road are rarely empty. Because people often rest, three bowls and a pot of tea come and go to quench their thirst, and there are many people, so it is not easy to find an empty table.

But Zheng Ming's eyes were sharp, and it didn't take long to find an empty seat - there was a noodle stall with a sign of "Yangchun Noodles", diagonally facing the façade of the Fenglai Inn, located at the corner of the street.

Zheng Ming left happily. When he arrived, the two kick-catchers who were originally present also happened to drop the tea money and leave, allowing Zheng Ming to sit alone at an empty table.

"Huh...... Let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!" As soon as he sat down, Zheng Ming couldn't wait to shout.

"Yes!" Xiao Er was busy, and the noodle stall master who was in charge of the kitchen replied. Seeing that he had a big head and a thick neck, and was in the prime of life, he also called out to the shed in a loud voice: "Erlong!

"I know! I know it!" The second child in the shed is still young, and he looks to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is busy serving food to the guests in the shed.

"Urging, urging! like a ghost...... I don't see the eldest brother coming out to help the family, I am alone every day......" Erlong muttered a few words very dissatisfied, but the work at hand was not bad at all.

"You kid talk nonsense! Then your eldest brother is willing to be motivated, who makes your kid stunned every day and doesn't learn well, one doesn't follow the text, and the other doesn't practice martial arts, just like that, if you don't come to help you Lao Tzu, do you want to wait for me to burp and don't bumble!" The noodle stall master reprimanded without looking back, causing acquaintances to laugh, but he was also happy.

Erlong only rolled his eyes, and then walked out of the shed with the tray in his arms, until he came to the table where Zheng Ming was sitting.

Seeing that Zheng Ming was also happy, Erlong couldn't help but look a little angry, seeing him put away the tea bowl with a handsome face, and then muttered while wiping the table: "It's really hard to serve this kind of father...... When the fortune comes, I have to wrap up your noodle restaurant and let you work for me......"

Smack!

Before Erlong finished speaking, he was hit in the head by a rag that suddenly flew in, and his eyebrows were not shown as if he was wrapped in a turban.

"I'm farting again!I'm not doing it for you now!" At the same time, from behind came the noodle stall master's non-salty words.

Erlong tugged at the corners of his mouth with disdain, rolled his eyes and ripped off the rag on his head, then muttered to the kitchen counter: "Okay, okay...... You're right, who made you a father......"

"You stinky boy...... the noodle stall master made a gesture to scare his little son, who was not angry and full of reason, but he did not receive any results, but caused everyone to laugh again and again.

"Haha......" Zheng Ming looked at the father and son with a smile, feeling harmonious and interesting.

After a while, Erlong came over with a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

After putting the Yangchun noodles on the table in front of Zheng Ming, Erlong naturally hugged the tray again, and raised his head at Zheng Ming very familiarly: "Yes, use it slowly." ”

"Yes. Zheng Ming smiled and nodded, then picked up the chopsticks and tasted them.

"Hah

"Whew. That's of course......" Erlong did not leave, but leaned on the corner of the table with a tray, and said with a smile: "Don't look at my old man's bad temper, but this noodle making skill is first-class." ”

"Yes!" Zheng Ming nodded thoughtfully, and then ate noodles as if no one was around.

Erlong looked at Zheng Ming with a smile on his face, looking very relaxed and comfortable, not as bored as he said before.

"Whew. Seeing that the condiments on the kitchen table were about to run out, the noodle stall master couldn't help but smile. After that, I saw him wipe the fine sweat from his forehead with the cloth towel on his shoulder, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he folded his arms and rested on the pillar beside him.

He looked sideways at the street with a light-hearted smile on his face. It seems that he is very satisfied with this life.

The wind comes to the inn, a corner of the adjacent window on the second floor.

The location of the Dao is just a clear view of Zheng Ming's situation here.

"......" felt the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere of the noodle stall, especially the interesting family relationship between Erlong's father and son, and looked at Daoyi there, and couldn't help but chuckle out loud at the corners of his mouth.

After laughing, Daoyi turned his gaze back to Zheng Ming's body.

Seeing the corners of his mouth slightly looking at Zheng Ming's back, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became more and more profound.

"Tao 7...... Are you serious, are you worthy of the Master's last wish......"

Zheng Ming was still happily eating pasta, he had no thoughts, he couldn't pay attention to external things, and he couldn't hear the whispers in Daoyi's heart.