Da Siming imitated Jing Zhou's example, pinched his face, then pinched his legs, and laughed unconsciously.
Since having Lord Shangui, she found that there were many more things in her life.
These were exactly what she had never felt before.
After playing with people for a while, Da Siming couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what is the connection between this Confucianism and that inn?" She still vividly remembered the scene where the bee brought the note last night. In her opinion, the inn is not as simple as it seems.
Jingzhou smiled and said: "What does it matter? It's just that the Confucian gentlemen have a tricky taste brought by their old master Confucius! It's not like Confucius said that he never tires of fine food and fine food, but each of these Confucian disciples does not matter how learned they are. No matter what, the ability to eat and drink is much better than that of Master Kong!"
Da Siming agreed: "My lord is absolutely right, I think it would be better to call them foodies!"
"Hahaha, that's a good name, too. It's not just a gourmet family, it's also a flavor family. Cook Ding can be the founder. If he really created the 'food family' and the 'flavor family', maybe there will be more additions to this world-famous school. Go two doors!"
Jingzhou took a few steps forward and continued: "Although Confucianism has nothing to do with Youjian Inn, Youjian Inn is not an ordinary inn, but one of the Mohist retreats. As for the chef, he is responsible for gathering information. "
At this time, Ying Zheng had not unified the seven kingdoms, and the Mohists were not on the wanted list of the empire. There were not many Mohist disciples in Songhai City, and the Mohist forces were not conspicuous in the city.
But after the seven kingdoms are unified, this Songhai City will become a refuge for Mohist disciples. When it falls, Songhai City will become the second government city.
Da Siming said playfully: "Haha, it turns out that Cook Ding is from the Mo family."
"The Mo family are just a group of self-righteous people!"
In the eyes of Da Siming, universal love without aggression is a joke!
Especially using mechanism skills to help small countries defend their cities is even more useless! Mozi, the founder of the Mohist family, once helped the Song Dynasty resist the invasion of the Chu Kingdom, but in the end, didn’t the Song Kingdom disappear in the long river of history?
"Having said that, the strength of the Mohist giant is something that no one dares to underestimate. You are not yet proficient in using the Six Souls Terror Curse at this time. If you are against the Mohist giant, you will be dead or alive."
Whether it was the Six-fingered Black Man at this time or Yan Dan later, Da Siming was no match for these two people. Jing Zhou did not want her to be too confident and fall into the hands of these two people.
"My subordinates will remember it!"
"Sir, why don't you leave?"
"Oh, I met an interesting person."
Da Siming followed Jingzhou's gaze and saw a short-haired boy by the river. His clothes were shabby and had several palm-sized patches sewn on them. He was in extremely poor condition. But behind him, the piece of gray cloth wrapping the sword looked... Looks like new.
The short-haired boy was holding a fishing rod in his hand, and there were several ruffians surrounding him.
Jing Zhou smiled and said, "Let's go over and have a look."
"Is that young man the interesting person that adults call him?" Da Siming glanced at the young man and didn't think there was anything unusual about him.
Jingzhou glanced at Da Siming and said with a smile: "It is this kind of ordinary people who are often the most interesting people. An ordinary appearance can make people ignore what a person has buried deep in his bones."
A ruffian held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, pointed at the young man and yelled: "Bah! Han Xin, I have long seen that you are a waste!"
"You haven't made any money yourself in these years. You are looked down upon everywhere you go. You rely on me to support you every day. If you say you are ashamed, I will blush for you!"
"You're still fishing, with your virtue, what the hell are you pretending to be! You didn't catch anything today!" After saying that, the ruffian snatched the fishing rod from Han Xin's hand and laughed: "Look, I I’m not lying to you, I have an empty pole and even the hook is straight, how can I catch fish? This loser is still pretending to fish every day!”
"Look, this loser has been bragging loudly all day long. He said that he wants to treat the gauze-proof grandma to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas in the future. Bah!"
When the few remaining scoundrels saw this, they burst into laughter. Some of them even shouted: "Brother, this waste is just a talker. Look, after his mother died, no one took care of him. This waste!" How to survive!"
"How to survive? Of course I have to continue fishing. Maybe one day the fish's brain will get hot and it will be caught by this trash!"
"Hahaha, yes, yes, maybe this waste can catch fish!"
These words reached the ears of Da Siming. She frowned and was about to send these ruffians to see the King of Hell. However, Jing Zhou held her back and said, "Look, what's wrong with this man?" different?"
Da Siming glanced at Han Xin again and said in disbelief: "This man is not angry at all, his eyes are very calm."
Da Siming had never seen such an incredibly calm look.
Jingzhou said: "Yes, being so humiliated and still being so calm shows two things. One is that this person is stupid and cannot distinguish between good and bad, and can instinctively ignore everything around him. The other is to have a heart that is unwilling to be ordinary, and has mountains in its heart, so naturally it doesn’t care about the potholes encountered along the way.”
Da Siming said: "What do you mean, sir, is he the latter?"
Jingzhou said: "Since he is neither crazy nor stupid, it is naturally the latter."
Da Siming nodded and looked at Han Xin again, wanting to see what was different about this young man who could be regarded differently by adults.
Jingzhou took out a piece of silver from his waist, crushed it with his hands, and threw it in the direction of a few ruffians.
"Oops! Who dares to hit the uncle without his eyesight!" The ruffian with the dog's tail grass in his mouth touched the back of his head and felt a big bump growing on it, and he suddenly became furious.
Damn it, there are still people in Songhai City who dare to plot against Zhang Laosan. Isn’t this damn life enough?
"Brother, it's silver!" A gangster next to him looked down and shouted excitedly. He picked up a piece of broken silver from the ground, held it in his mouth and bit it, then slapped himself again, grinning and saying : "It's not a dream, brother, silver!"
"What, money, everyone grab it quickly!"
"Oh, it's really silver!"
"Damn it, this silver hit me on the head, don't grab it, it's mine!" Zhang Laosan opened his mouth and cursed, and casually pulled a person who was snatching the silver aside, before he could bend down to pick it up. Yinzi felt a pain in his waist, and then he was pushed to the ground.
Immediately, the money grabbers overwhelmed several ruffians.
"Oh, damn, who stepped on me!"
"Don't...don't step on your waist, don't...don't step on your waist!!!"
If Han Xin felt something, he turned around and glanced at Jing Zhou and Da Siming.
"I don't know them. Why do these two people want to help me?"
