Cao Cao glared at him and whispered, "Do you want to eat?" ”

Cao Hong squatted next to him and said anxiously: "That can't be stolen ....."

"This is called borrowing, not stealing, besides, you don't say that you have silver on you, just give some to others. ”

Cao Cao dug as he spoke, and after a while, he dug out seven or eight fist-sized sweet potatoes.

Although it is not the season for sweet potatoes to ripen at the moment, this is Gangding, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and the earlier ones planted are almost edible, but they are not mature enough, and the size is not too big.

Cao Hong took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and gently placed it in the sweet potato field. I was afraid that the master's family would not see it, so I built a small platform with the wet soil dug out by Cao Cao, shot the top of the platform with a sword, and then carefully put the silver on it.

Cao Cao said while sorting out the sweet potatoes he dug up: "Your piece of silver is enough to buy this small melon field!"

Cao Hong didn't care, and happily helped the eldest brother collect the sweet potatoes.

He couldn't help but think of when he was a child, when his eldest brother took his brothers to the field to steal corn. At that time, he was the youngest, and his brothers didn't want to take him there, but every time he secretly followed, harvested two corns every time, took them home and cooked them, so he felt a sense of accomplishment.

How good it was when I was a child, carefree, innocent, if people never grew up, how good!

At that time, he was only a few years old, and he was very bold, and he dared to follow anywhere. The more it grows, the more daring it grows, the smaller it gets, and no one dares to go out of the house at night.

Cao Cao carefully leveled the place where the sweet potatoes had been dug with a sword, trying to restore the original appearance, ordinary farmers, occasionally lost a few sweet potatoes, nothing mattered, what they were most annoying was the mess of the fields being dug up.

Cao Hong also used the sword to help, and the two disciples of the Sword Sect actually used the sword to dig and bury the soil, which is really interesting.

I left the farmland, found a windy place, picked up some dead branches, and prepared a barbecue.

Cao Hong picked two thicker branches, set up a few long and large sweet potatoes, took out the fire fold, lit the dry grass and dry branches, and roasted them.

Cao Cao picked up some more branches, put them at Cao Hong's feet, and sat on the ground, looking at the red flames, licking the sweet potatoes, and being a little distracted.

There seemed to be a pure smiling face in the flames, smiling at Cao Cao. I met Zhang Mei, and it was also in the dark night of such a moonlight, that is, at Lu Shangshu's house in Xuchang City, when he was fighting to the death with the 'Hongmen' killer one-eyed dragon, he inadvertently saved a little maid in Lu Mansion.

He will always remember that scene: under the moonlight, she was slim in yellow, her eyes were tearful, and the crying pear blossoms brought rain, but those big eyes revealed sincerity and kindness, and it was that sincere look that made him feel that he had her by his side.

Since then, the two have walked all the way, the contact has deepened, and the two hearts have become closer and closer, and finally achieved a beautiful marriage in Handan City.

It's just a pity that I don't know where she is now!

There are also Cao Ren and Xiahou brothers, as well as the Zhang clan, so many people's lives are actually in the hands of a woman.

Princess? What kind of princess are you? What do you look like, what is your name? Is it because you alone that you have to take the lives of so many people?

Where are you a princess? Are you in the city of Giant Deer?

There is also the Sword of the Son of Heaven, a relic of the ancestors, which bears the heavy responsibility of saving the Han Dynasty, is a heavy weapon admired by the people of the world, a tool for Dong Zhuo and Zhang Jiao and others to make waves, and is also the banner and driving force for the ideals and careers of countless people with lofty ideals.

Where is it now?

Cao Cao's contemplation was pulled back to reality by a sentence.

"Hehe, what a fragrant sweet potato, can you share a piece of the old man?"

His words made Cao Hong, who was concentrating on roasting sweet potatoes, frightened him and almost dropped the sweet potatoes to the ground.

The two hurriedly looked back, only to see an old man in black standing in the moonlight.

He was in his sixties, of medium height, slightly fat, his hair was gray, his face was ruddy, his eyes were like cold stars, the corners of his mouth were like smiling, and he was staring at the sweet potatoes that were being barbecued.

Cao Cao stood up and clenched his fists with both hands, "Meeting is fate, if the old man doesn't dislike this sweet potato is coming with a sheep, please sit down and share." ”

The old man let out a long laugh: "Since that little brother paid the silver, then it can be regarded as a purchase! If it is really a theft, the old man is confident that it will not be difficult to snatch one or two pieces from the hands of you two dolls, so why bother to be polite to you two dolls!"

"Oh, old man, you know everything?"

"Hehe, the old man is going to go to the city to do something, because the hour is still early, so I will come to this mass grave to blow the wind, and when I meet you two dolls sneaky, I am curious for a while, so I will follow and see. “

"Uncle, have you been following us?" Cao Hong was shocked, "No wonder my eldest brother just said that something seems to be following us." ”

"Well, that doll is also powerful, the old man is confident in kung fu, and he can actually hear it for you, hehe, the future is terrible, the future is terrible. ”

"Oh, the old man is going to Julu City?" Cao Cao asked rhetorically.

"Yes, the old man is going to look for something, but he can't be discovered, so he can only wait until late in the night. ”

Cao Cao's heart was shocked, and he was about to ask a question, but Cao Hong took the lead.

"Are you going to find a woman?" Cao Hong was straightforward and asked what was in his heart.

"Women, hehe, there are many women, is the old man still used here?" he paused, looked at the two of them and smiled, "Well, doll, your age is suitable." ”

As he spoke, the old man walked between the two, sat down with one butt, picked up a piece of sweet potato with a branch, peeled it off in twos and threes, and opened his mouth to eat it.

The hot aroma rushed into the noses of Cao Cao and Cao Hong, causing the two of them to be hungry, so they also ate together.

Cao Cao knew in his heart that the mysterious old man in front of him was strong in martial arts, so he asked: "Listen to the old man's accent, you are not a local, do you dare to ask your surname?"

"Yes, the old man is from the south, well, this, the old man's surname is Feng, hey....."

The old man was talking, but suddenly threw the sweet potato on the ground, and even spit out what he was chewing in his mouth.

It turned out that the roasting time was not long, and although the outer layer was cooked, the inside was still raw.

The raw sweet potatoes are naturally not delicious, no wonder the old man discarded them!

Cao Hong was a little unhappy at the moment, and said in his heart, you, an old man, came to eat, and even picked and choose! He didn't say anything, but his face had already been revealed.

The old man didn't mind, took out a wine gourd from his arms, handed it over, and said, "Doll, your roasted is really unpalatable, but the old man has eaten your sweet potato, so please drink it." ”

Cao Hong was reluctant in his heart, and when he saw that others were in a heart, out of politeness, he took it and took a sip.

"Wow", as soon as the wine was in his mouth, Cao Hong immediately spit it out.

The old man handed it to Cao Cao again, Cao Cao hesitated to take it, he saw Cao Hong spit out wine, he knew that the wine tasted bad, but looking at the old man's smiling eyes, he didn't want to live up to the old man's kindness, so he closed his eyes and took a sip.

Sure enough, it was bitter and astringent after his mouth, and there was a fishy smell, which was so unpleasant that he was embarrassed to spit it out, so he swallowed it forcibly.

The old man smiled, took back the wine gourd, drank a few big sips, swallowed it in his stomach, and smacked it a few times, as if the aftertaste was endless.

The old man shook his head and said to himself: "Alas, this is not a sweet potato production area, and it won't be delicious no matter how you roast it, make do with it!"

Cao Cao looked at the old man quietly and said softly, "Uncle knows where the sweet potatoes are delicious?"

"Hehe, the old man goes south and north, he naturally knows!" The old man was not polite, "In the Han Dynasty, there are four major sweet potato producing areas, Ba County in Yizhou, Jiangxia County in Jingzhou, Kaifeng County in Yuzhou, and Lulong County in Youzhou, especially the sweet potatoes in Henan and Youzhou are thick and thick, crisp and sweet, suitable for cooking and barbecue, and have an endless aftertaste. ”

When Cao Cao saw that the old man was talking about the Tao, he knew that he was an old man. Suddenly, I thought of the practice of stealing melons and eating in the field with my friends when I was young, so I smiled and said: "This kind of roasting method for my brother, sweet potatoes are unevenly heated, often there are many places outside that are baked, but there are sandwiches inside, and the younger generation has a way, uncle, please wait a while." “

After speaking, Cao Cao probed the ground under his feet, dug up some damp soil with his long sword, and cut some grass with his sword, and stacked them together.

The old man watched curiously as Cao Cao made these movements with his sword. Swords, indeed, are very ordinary, but it is still very unusual for a swordsman to use a sword like this.

Cao Cao first carefully wrapped a few pieces of sweet potatoes with grass, enlarged the soil pit that had just been dug and cleaned up, and then placed the wrapped sweet potatoes into the soil pit, and then covered the damp fine soil dug out layer by layer, and after the soil pit was filled, he moved the burning fire to the top of the empty soil pit, and added more dry firewood to make the fire burn more vigorous.

The old man watched Cao Cao's every movement, and saw that he was digging a dirt pit with his sword for a while, and turning over the fire with his sword for a while, as if the sword was just a wooden stick in his hand that he picked up on the side of the road.

The old man has been wandering the rivers and lakes for several years, and he has never seen a swordsman who does not cherish swords so much.

But that's not all.

Cao Cao dug up some more wet soil, piled it up in strips, and then slapped the wet soil vigorously with his sword. Repeatedly patted down, and in a moment it became a lump of mud. Cao Cao wrapped the remaining sweet potatoes tightly with these mud blocks, kneaded them into the shape of 'zongzi' with his hands, and gently threw them into the fire.

Cao Cao clapped his hands lightly, wiped off the soil sticking to his hands, stood up, took his sword and chopped down a few thick branches from the trees beside him, made two supports, and set them on both sides of the fire, and selected a thick and straight one to put on the two supports, and said to the old man: "Uncle, this wine is a little wet and cold, it is better to warm it with the fire, and wait for the sweet potatoes to be roasted and served together, it will have a different flavor." ”

Cao Hong subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop: "This wine gourd is placed on the fire, isn't it....?"

Immediately, he withdrew his hand again, because he saw the old man winking at him, and the corners of his mouth were enslaved in the wet soil on the ground, and he immediately understood.

The old man handed the gourd to Cao Cao, who took it, carefully smeared some wet mud on the surface of the gourd, and hung it on the stand.

After a while, there was a strong fragrance coming from the fire, and the old man inhaled and enjoyed this rare delicacy.

Suddenly, his face changed, his originally intoxicated expression suddenly became full of misery, his nose was sore, and a few tears fell from his eyes.

Cao Cao's brothers were startled, what's wrong with the old man!

If you have fragrant sweet potatoes to eat, you won't be so excited!

Cao Cao walked up to the old man and asked softly, "Senior Feng, are you....?"

The old man tried to stop his sadness, eased his nerves, and then said slowly: "The old man lost his temper, let the young man laugh." Alas, more than 30 years have passed, and I still wonder what is the use of these old things. ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the faint moon in the sky and sighed: "Alas, when the moon rises and the moon sets, how can the flowers bloom without flowers?!"

After the old man's last sentence was finished, Cao Cao couldn't help but be suddenly shocked in his heart, how could these two sentences sound so familiar?

Immediately, Cao Cao suddenly remembered that in the Butterfly Valley of Songshan County that day, Brother Xiang had said the same thing.

When the moon rises and the moon sets, how can the flowers bloom without flowers.

That's right, that's it!