Last night, Jiang Liu received a letter from Hua Shuying, inviting Jiang to flow into the mansion for a talk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Early in the morning, after Jiang Liu finished freshening up, he went to the street to buy two boxes of mung bean cakes and two boxes of red bean cakes from Wei Zhixuan, and then ate some rice noodles and rice cakes and the like, drank a pot of tea, and came to Huafu when it was almost two poles in the morning.

Jiang Liu handed a reply to Menzi, and was led in by a young man in Tsing Yi. I saw the high-gate compound, and the wealthy family was like the sea. One in

The door is a high wall, and when you turn around, there is a pavilion and water pavilion, and it is purple and red. It's not lively. Turn left to right, turn right to turn left, big

It was about a cup of tea, and the little girl in Tsing Yi brought Jiang Liu to the door: "The son is invited, and the young lady is waiting in the room.

Xiao An won't go in with you. After saying that, he made a gesture to invite in.

Jiang Liu happily thanked Xiao An, stepped through the moon gate, and walked inward. Through a moon gate, through another moon gate,

In front of him, Huo Ran was cheerful, and there was an open school field, in which there was a row of wooden archery targets on one side and weapon racks on the other. Inside the knife

Guns, swords, halberds, and eighteen kinds of weapons are readily available.

Jiang Liuxin said: This Miss Hua is about to compete in the school, why don't you see anyone. Jiang Liu walked around the school grounds

circle, still no one is seen, the bottom of my heart is more and more worried, there is a small wooden door along the corner of the wall, there is a faint sound inside, the river pushes the door

Coming in, there was a light inside, someone was burning a fire, a few large stones supporting a cauldron, and there was a pile of wood underneath. The fire is burning

Wang, crackling and crackling for a while. The pot was full of water, and it had not yet been boiled, and there was no one burning the fire.

There was an old man with gray hair under the old locust tree with mottled bark on the side, scattered in the wind. There were six or seven knives lined up in front of the old man's left side, and he also held a dim sum knife for killing pigs, which he sharpened on the whetstone. "Why hasn't the dog come yet, this water is about to boil,"

The old man glanced at the river, "lazy donkey feces and urine" There is a small Shiba Inu next to the old man, and he will squat for a while to watch the old man sharpen his knife, for a while

Then he leaned over to smell the whetstone, and then ran over to smell the trouser legs of the river. There's no moment of stopping.

Jiang Liu was not embarrassed, thinking to himself whether this flower sparse shadow was deliberate, or what, or the little guy in Tsing Yi brought it in the wrong place, okay

It's not easy to meet a person, but he only cares about sharpening knives and burning fires. Isn't this flower house strange? The old man sharpened his knife on his own, and occasionally muttered about the dog's eggs, and for a while only the little Shiba Inu ran around. I want to find someone to ask Hua Shuying's residence, but I am worried that rashly saying this matter will affect people's reputation. At this time, the water boiling in the pot began to bubble, and at first it was still bubbling little by little, and soon, the bubbles became more and more and bigger.

"Uncle, the water is boiling. Jiang Liu said to the old man who was sharpening his knife.

"The water is boiling, the knife is sharpened, young man, since I met you today, you can help me and give me a hand." The old man looked up, picked up his knife and stood up.

Obviously there is no murderous spirit, a very ordinary sentence, just like the old man on the street said to the young descendant, Jiang Liu heard it in his ears but had different feelings, and he couldn't raise the mind of refusal at all, maybe because of his gray hair, maybe because of his unruly eyes.

"Wash all these knives, and then come and help. The old man threw the knife in his hand to the ground.

Freshly sharpened knife, well washed, only some of the sharpened sand and gravel remained on it. Jiang Liu washed very carefully, because he often sharpened his knife, and he could see that the person who sharpened the knife was very attentive. By the time he had washed the knives and put them in order, the old man was already waiting for him at the side.

"You can see that you are a very patient young man, but it will take more courage to wait. Oh, use this hook to get the pig out of the pen, and you use this hook to the pig's mouth. Then pull him out. The old man handed the hook to Jiang Liu. "Usually, this work is done by dogs, but today when he is not here, you can do it for him. ”

Jiang Liu took the hook, only to find that there was a pigsty in the corner of the yard, and a big fat pig was lying in it. Look at the hook, and look at the big fat pig in the pigsty. Jiang Liu wondered if he had broken into the kitchen of Huafu today, and he was about to kill a pig. Jiang Liu has never killed a pig, but others have seen it kill a pig.

As the saying goes, killing pigs and killing butts, each has its own way of killing, don't look at this pig, it's a very simple job, and it's not easy to really do it. Like a dead pig that has just slept on, this will run for its life, and there is no feeling of sluggishness at all, but it gives people a light vision. If it weren't for being locked in a pigsty, it would not be easy for Jiang to get closer.

The old man couldn't stand it anymore, opened the door with contempt, and then took the hook in Jiang Liu's hand. "Look at me, look at it, only once. The old man grabbed the pig's ear, put the hook into the pig's mouth, pulled it hard, hooked the pig's mouth firmly, and dragged the pig out of the pigsty.

The old man looked back and saw that Jiang Liu didn't follow, he was not happy, and yelled at him, "You haven't eaten breakfast, what are you, you are going to die, hurry up, set up the river basin and a stool." ”

Jiang Liu still couldn't keep up, and under the command of the old man, he set up a stool and a basin. After a while, my head was full of sweat, and I didn't know if I was nervous or tired.

"You hold it down, why don't you have the strength. Pilot strength, I'm going to go under the knife," the old man Huo Huo took out a shiny dim sum knife more than two feet long, and inserted it into the pig's neck. "It's over, it's a shame today, and I have to make up for it again. The old man pulled out his knife and inserted it again, and this time the pig's blood squirted into the basin with a bang, splashing Jiang Liu's face.

The old man laughed when he saw the pig's blood on Jiang Liu's face, and Jiang Liu was also very happy and laughed.

"I missed it today, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my hands are raw. The old man instructed Jiang Liu to throw the dead pig into a large basin and pour boiling water on the pig.

Jiang Liu felt that the two of them were cooperating more and more tacitly, removing hair, disemboweling, and the old man explained to him in detail every step. Jiang Liu is also happy to learn. This slaughtering pigs and slaughtering geese is a very popular craft. Even with the technique, Jiang Liu asked very carefully. Sometimes I just think this old man is too wordy, and I have to ask about my birthday. I don't know about this river. He was picked up by the master from the river, who knows what time.

After killing the pigs and dividing the meat, it was almost noon, and the old man cut the meat of a pig's hind leg, about five catties, and then called a young man from the porter to send Jiang Liu out of Huafu.

"It's so stingy, I don't leave food when I kill pigs. In vain, I helped with half a day's work, this old man is too stingy. Jiang Liu carried the pork back to the inn, asked the kitchen to help with the marinating, and made two more jars of wine, ready to invite the moon civet to drink together in the evening.

In the evening, the beaver had not returned, and Jiang Liu was so unhappy eating meat and drinking wine alone. Heartache from drunkenness for no reason. Thinking that a person who left his hometown in this capital, I don't know what happened to the master of Yanmen.