Wen Junchen returned to the courtyard, and Yingping ran out of the courtyard in a furious manner and bumped head-on into Wen Junchen's arms.
Wen Junchen was reminiscing about the previous conversation with the teacher along the way, and his thoughts could not help but change from recalling the past to examining the present, and then gradually turned to thinking about the future. This collision abruptly knocked him from his reverie back to reality.
Looking at the lively Yingping, Wen Junchen felt hesitant in his heart. This son is not only his direct disciple, but also a key figure for him to display his knowledge and achieve lifelong revenge. He must be worthy of the Tang Dynasty! Worthy of the people! Worthy of Yingping! Worthy of the teacher! Be worthy of yourself! I'm sorry...
"Master...Master? Why are you looking at me?"
While Wen Junchen's heart was filled with huge waves, Yingping was muttering in his heart, thinking that this collision might have knocked his master stupid.
"Running so fast, where are you rushing to?" Wen Junchen came back to his senses and asked.
"Uncle Third Master said he would take Changshan and me for a walk in the mountains."
"Have you finished your homework for today?"
"It's done." Yingping replied quickly, not forgetting to add: "Uncle Third Master has passed the exam."
"good."
Looking at Yingping's furious look, the third child must have promised to take them somewhere to see new things, so he nodded and waved for Yingping to leave, not forgetting to say: "You are in good shape, don't run so fast." !”
"sure!"
Ying Ping agreed wholeheartedly, feeling a little funny in his heart. He is so old and still worried that he will not go well?
Seeing Yingping running out without looking back, Wen Junchen suddenly thought of something and quickly called out to Yingping: "Wait a minute!"
Yingping instinctively shrank his neck and looked back at Wen Junchen, waiting for his master's words.
"Come to my room when you get back." Wen Junchen thought for a while and added: "Call me in the long gown."
...
Wen Junchen held a small fan in one hand and opened the lid of the sand bowl from time to time. A strong aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the room. If you smell it carefully, it is also mixed with the smell of licorice from an unknown source.
The stew in the pot is naturally chicken soup, and the licorice flavor comes from a thousand-year-old ginseng plant.
This old ginseng plant was found by chance when Wen Junchen and his husband went into the mountains when they were just starting out. Qianniu Mountain is full of energy and spiritual energy, so naturally there are many rare and exotic plants. This ginseng was collected in the north of Qianniu Mountain. The jungle here is extremely moist and the soil is extremely fertile. However, due to the constant sunshine and extremely low temperature, few common plants grow here.
After getting this treasure, the master gave it to his beloved disciple. Wenjunchen had rich experience and naturally knew the value of this top-quality plant. If it were placed in Xinzheng, it would be a marketable and priceless rare treasure. Not to mention the family of the extremely wealthy. Even the royal family is rare.
Wen Junchen had kept it sealed and could not even bear to look at it, let alone eat it. Today I took it out and stewed it in a pot, which is really rare.
Yingping and Ye Changshan came back from the mountains. As soon as they entered the door, they asked about the strong aroma. After careful inspection, they found that the smell was coming from Wen Junchen's house.
When asked about the fragrance, Yingping suddenly remembered the time when his master called him and Changshan to come over. He was reluctant at first, but now he ran into the house following the smell, saw Wen Junchen fanning the stove, licking his face and asked with a smile -
"Master, what delicious food are you stewing?"
Wen Junchen raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened up and said, "You're back?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Yingping nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Wait a moment, it will be out soon, you guys sit down first."
After saying that, he brought the hot sand bowl to the table, took out two bowls, and divided the chicken soup into the two bowls. The sand bowl is not big, just take a few spoons and it will be finished.
Yingping had been crazy for half the afternoon. He was really hungry at this time. Facing the bowl of chicken soup in front of him, he felt a little hungry when he smelled the smell.
"Eat it after it cools down."
Wen Junchen looked at Yingping's greedy look, fearing that he would be burned if he ate in a hurry.
"What has the third child taught you these days?"
"The Daya chapter in the Book of Songs."
It has only been half a year since the two of them entered the sect, and it is the time when they are laying the foundation. Even if the disciples from the Han sect are talented, they still have to learn from the basics. Therefore, for more than half a year, their studies have mainly focused on the Four Books and Five Classics.
"What's the epiphany?"
"The king is like a warrior, and he has made great achievements, and all the people praise him. The king is like a fierce man, and he is tyrannical and chaotic, and the people suffer."
"What do you think?"
"The way of a king concerns the people of the world. A wise king and his people will be safe; a foolish king and his people will be in chaos; and a tyrant and his people will suffer."
"Where are King Wu and King Xuan clearly? Where are King Li and King You unconsciously?"
"King Wu, King You..."
...
Wen Junchen asked several questions in succession, and Yingping answered them fluently. Even Ye Changshan next to him was secretly surprised. How could this kid have such a deep understanding of "Daya" when he is usually joking? The two of them ate together, lived together, went to school together, and studied together, and they didn't see him reading at night without any help. Why did he suddenly change?
When Wen Junchen saw Yingping like this, although his expression did not change on the surface, he was really surprised in his heart. He knew that Yingping was smart, but he had never seen him with such an "understanding" side. He was really happy when he heard about it today.
Could it be that Lao San taught them this? I have to ask Lao San later. If he has a good recipe, I need to ask him for advice.
In fact, it's not that Ji Yanghe has any good tips for raising his son, it's just that Yingping followed the example of his third master uncle. Seeing Ji Yanghe's love for books, as a young admirer, he naturally hopes to become a third master. The uncle looked like this - not only was he highly accomplished in martial arts, but he also had attainments in every aspect, from politics and writing to medicine and engineering. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that could defeat him. So Yingping went to the library to read when he had nothing to do. He wished he could read the entire book in the library like Ji Yangyu did, so he had this opinion about his homework today.
When Yingping saw that he could answer Master's questions fluently, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, thinking that Master must be very impressed with him.
'Gu Gu——'
Just when Yingping was feeling proud, he suddenly heard several growls from his stomach. Only then did he remember that he was hungry, and he couldn't help but stare at the bowl of chicken soup in front of him and swallowed.
Wen Junchen nodded slightly with satisfaction. Seeing Yingping staring at the chicken soup without moving, he smiled and said, "Eat it."
When Yingping heard this, he picked up the chopsticks and the bowl and started eating, looking like a little flower.
On weekdays, Ye Changshan will 'train' Xiaohua when he is idle. For example, when faced with eating, if he doesn't shout 'eat', he will not dare to 'overstep' even if he is drooling all over the floor. As long as Ye Changshan gives an order, he will wag his tail. He quickly ran to the bowl and started eating.
The chicken was naturally fragrant, and Yingping put it into his mouth piece by piece with satisfaction. The chicken soup also had a sweet taste, and there was something unknown at the bottom.
Yingping was curious, so he picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. He couldn't wait to take a bite. At first he felt that it tasted like old ginger, but then he only felt the earthy taste in his mouth. The indescribable bitter and sweet taste suddenly spread all over his tongue. .
Yingping looked disgusted and spat the 'grass root'-like thing back into the bowl.
When Wen Junchen saw that Yingping almost vomited the thousand-year-old ginseng to the ground, he couldn't help but trembled in his heart. He immediately stood up and said quickly: "No!"
Ying Ping stuck out his tongue and retched several times, wishing he could scrape off a layer of his tongue.
"Master, what is this?"
"This is a thousand-year-old ginseng from Qianniu Mountain. It is used to replenish the body. Don't waste it and eat it quickly."
"Ah! Thousand-year-old ginseng?"
Ying Ping was extremely reluctant at first, but when he heard that it was a thousand-year-old ginseng, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Haha, that's right. Your master has been in Qianniu Mountain for decades and only found this one. Don't waste it."
Ye Changshan also felt a little flattered, so he took a small piece and put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and found that the taste was really bad, so he swallowed it raw.
"Second Senior Brother, don't you want to eat something?"
"You eat, you eat."
Yingping was not polite. At this time, he regarded these 'grass roots' as treasures. He picked up the ginseng roots that he had just spit out and tried to swallow them whole.
"You have to chew more to get the effect." Ye Changshan looked at Yingping's troubled expression and felt a little funny, and couldn't help but want to tease him.
"real?"
"real."
Yingping saw Ye Changshan's sincere look, so he picked up another one and threw it into his mouth. He pinched his nose and chewed hard for a few times with his eyes closed before swallowing it. Then he quickly picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup... ...
After a while, the bowl was empty, not even a bit of dregs could be seen, it was as clean as if the flowers had been licked.
The two of them got up and left after eating and drinking. Wen Junchen felt better when he saw the two empty bowls. When I was about to clean it up, I found that there were some residue left in the bowl. After thinking for a while, I realized that it would be a pity to lose it, so I made some hot water and drank it all. Then he tidied up, closed the door, and prepared to write a book.
