Zhang Yang got up early and found that Li Yue had woken up early and was talking to Aunt Wang next door.
After washing his face and refreshing himself, Zhang Yang looked at Li Yue and said, "What do you want to eat?"
Li Yue turned around and said, "Anything is fine."
Zhang Yang said: "How about fried pork liver with pickles?"
Li Yue always narrows her eyes when she smiles, "Okay."
Aunt Wang saw Li Yue's smile with relief in her eyes.
When she walked out of the door, Li Yue was still chatting with Aunt Wang.
Aunt Wang often brings things. Li Yue was disgusted by her kindness, but did not show it.
In particular, the way Aunt Wang often looks at Li Yue is not like the look of ordinary neighbors at all, but more like her own elders looking at her children.
The genius has just dawned, and the streets of Dongshi are already very lively.
Zhang Yang squeezed through the crowd to find a pig butcher to buy a piece of liver.
Pork is only eaten by ordinary people.
Rich people despise pork.
No one knows how to buy pork liver.
The butcher wiped his sweat with his greasy hands and said, "Boy, do you still want pork liver?"
Zhang Yang took out a few pennies and looked at the piece of hind leg meat beside him and said, "I'll give you two more pennies. Please give me the half a pound of hind leg meat as well."
The fat butcher smiled, put half a catty of pork on it and handed it to Zhang Yang.
The butcher also whispered: "Anyone who knows how to eat knows that pork liver is a good thing. Ordinary people will not eat it. I will save it for you next time."
Zhang Yang paid the money and said, "Thank you."
The butcher waved his hand and said, "You're welcome."
Bought a few more vegetables.
On the way home, Zhang Yang passed by Qujiang Pond and unexpectedly saw some bamboo soaking in the water.
There are few bamboos in Guanzhong, so wealthy people will plant a few bamboos in their homes just to watch and add to the atmosphere.
Zhang Yang came closer to see the quality of the bamboo. It had been soaked in water for a long time. It should have been there for a while.
Even if the bamboo is chopped and thrown into the water, no one wants it.
Looking along the shore, he saw a strong young man squatting on the shore with bruises on his face.
Most likely, they have never been in a fight and come to the shore to sulk.
Zhang Yang patted the other party on the shoulder and said: "Brother!"
The other party looked back at Zhang Yang, "Do we know each other?"
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
The strong young man looked Zhang Yang up and down, moved a few steps to the side and said, "Then are you still a brother?"
Zhang Yang sat down next to him and said, "You look a lot like one of my brothers. His name is Lu Zhishen."
"What does it have to do with a certain family?"
Lu Zhishen is a character in the Water Margin written by Teacher Shi. He said that only if you know him do you know the ghost.
"My brother Lu Zhishen is very powerful. He can uproot a weeping willow tree and kill Zhen Guanxi with three punches."
"Suppressing Guanxi? Such a famous name, where did it come from?"
"Being a bully."
"Then your brother killed someone and reported him to the police?"
"..."
Zhang Yang continued: "My brother has been wandering around the world, cleaning up gangsters and evil, doing things for justice, and fighting against evil forces! He has a round face, big ears, a straight nose and a square mouth. He has a big beard on his cheeks. He is eight feet long and has a wide waist. Shiwei, when he and his three brothers were drinking together, they heard a woman crying..."
The story of Lu Zhishen beating Zhen Guanxi to death with three punches is told.
The strong young man listened to this story with rapt attention, his expression sometimes tangled and sometimes relieved according to Lu Zhishen's experiences.
This kind of heart-warming, heroic and righteous story is most suitable for passionate young people.
When it comes to Lu Zhishen rescuing Lin Chong and offending Gao Qiu, the story ends abruptly.
"What happened next?"
The strong young man pulled Zhang Yang and asked.
Zhang Yang asked: "I've been talking for so long, but I still don't know your name."
The strong young man said: "A certain family's surname is Cheng."
Zhang Yang pointed to the bamboo soaking in the pond and said, "Brother Cheng, can you help me fish out the bamboo from the pond?"
Cheng Chumo glanced at it and said, "Don't you know how to fish it yourself?"
Zhang Yang cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "I love to be clean."
Nodding vigorously, Cheng Chumo said, "For Lu Zhishen's sake, I will do you this favor."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped into the pool with a splash.
It took a while to get the bamboo out of the water.
These bamboos turned into silk when soaked in water.
Zhang Yang tied the bamboos together with hemp rope.
Cheng Chumo asked again: "What happened next?"
Zhang Yang looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, I should go home."
"Leaving now?"
After tying the bamboo, Zhang Yang carried it on his shoulders and said, "I'll tell you about my other brother next time. He lives in Hongxing."
Cheng Chumo stood there, his clothes still dripping wet.
The clothes were wet, but Cheng Chumo's heart was warm at this moment. He looked up into the distance, longing that he could live like Lu Zhishen for once.
Zhang Yang dragged a lot of bamboo back home.
Li Yue saw this scene and asked curiously: "Where did you get these bamboos?"
Zhang Yang put the bamboo down and said, "I saw these bamboos soaking in the pond, so I thought not to waste them."
Li Yue asked: "Did you catch the bamboo?"
While packing the bamboo, Zhang Yang said, "I saw a talented man on the road. I told him a story, and he helped me fish for bamboo."
Li Yue asked doubtfully: "Is there such a thing?"
Zhang Yang nodded, "The people in Chang'an are simple and honest, and everyone in the city likes to be helpful."
Li Yue smiled and said, "That person must be an idiot."
Spreading the bamboo in the yard, Zhang Yang vaguely remembered how to make paper.
Papermaking existed as early as the Western Han Dynasty.
Nowadays, people in the Tang Dynasty also use paper, but there is very little paper.
In the Tang Dynasty, paper was not easy to preserve. Under the premise that paper production was not high, most people still used bamboo slips to record things.
The output of paper is not high, resulting in the price of paper being very expensive.
How can ordinary people afford paper?
And the quality of the paper varies.
Zhang Yang worked hard on the bamboo. First, he had to peel the bamboo, then peel it and pound it into pieces.
There are still a lot of processes behind it, which is laborious and time-consuming.
Aunt Wang, who had just come back, said: "During the Hungry Ghost Festival, the lanterns will be put up. Then you and your wife will go out and see if you can."
On weekdays, Li Yue stays at home and doesn't go out much.
I rarely go out and walk around.
Zhang Yang looked at Li Yue.
Li Yue was mending clothes in her hands and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "If you go, I'll go and have a look too."
Hearing what Li Yue said, Aunt Wang's eyes were filled with joy. His Majesty and the Queen have always missed Li Yue.
Aunt Wang looked at Zhang Yang expectantly. As long as Zhang Yang agreed, she could arrange for a meeting between the Princess and His Majesty during the Ghost Festival.
Zhang Yang struggled to pound the bamboo silk, but just smiled and did not answer.
Aunt Wang looked a little disappointed, but not completely lost.
After a while, Aunt Yang from next door came back, carrying a basket in her hand.
Zhang Yang took a look and saw that Aunt Yang's basket contained some silk and satin, which looked very expensive.
