Lan Yong is a real person. Lan Yu asked him to follow Fang Jingzhi, so he followed Fang Jingzhi.
Fang Jingzhi said he would eat if he was asked to.
Then, Fang Jingzhi felt a little regretful.
I have seen people eating from bowls, and I have also seen people eating from basins.
But to death, he has never seen anyone eating while guarding the pot!
In the small courtyard of the Fang family, Fang Jingzhi watched in stunned silence as Lan Yong poured pots of vegetables into the pot and then swallowed them.
He also swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.
Finally knowing why he asked Lan Yong, Lan Yu was actually a little bit happy.
It's really a waste of food to raise this thing.
This is not food, it is money!
Finally, after gulping down two more bowls of vegetable soup, Lan Yong finally stopped eating with satisfaction and burped twice.
"Thank you, Third Brother, I finally had a full meal."
The third brother, of course, is called Fang Jingzhi. In Lan Yu's words, this eldest nephew is regarded as his own son. The eldest and second children in the family are already there, so you will be the third child from now on.
Then, there was the title of third brother.
Fang Jingzhi looked at Lan Yong suspiciously.
Finally, this is finally very interesting to use.
I finally had a full meal. I had never had a full meal before. It wouldn't be so miserable in the army, right?
"Ah Yong, have you ever had enough to eat before?" Fang Jingzhi asked tentatively.
Lan Yong nodded honestly: "My parents have been gone since I was a child. I have grown up eating food from hundreds of families, one from this family and one from that family. I don't dare to eat freely."
"Later I joined the army, and I was able to eat half full, but the food in the army was also limited. If I let it go, the other brothers would be hungry."
"Fortunately, my adoptive father subsidizes us with money and food from time to time, so I have only had a few full meals."
"It's better to be here, Third Brother, where you can eat freely!"
Well, poor baby!
I'm really lucky that I didn't starve to death outside.
A pot of rice can be eaten in one meal. This pot of rice weighs five kilograms, which is a bucket of rice a day.
Ten dou equals one stone. In the Ming Dynasty, when grain was produced, one acre of land was about two stones.
In other words, if this guy lets go and eats, he will consume an acre of grain production in about a month.
Raising such a product would consume twelve acres of food every year!
This is just food, not counting food costs.
I'll be a good boy!
Making big money must be put on the agenda.
After eating, Fang Jingzhi took Lan Yong through the market.
I have to say, Lan Yu's vision is really excellent.
With such a guard around, Fang Jingzhi felt that his usually amiable temperament had become arrogant.
"Ah Yong, let me teach you a song!" Fang Jingzhi said boredly.
"Hey, third brother, tell me!" Lan Yong said.
If he can feed himself enough and eat freely, the third brother is simply his adoptive father!
You have to listen to what your adoptive father said.
Fang Jingzhi casually hummed: "The situation has changed for the past seven years, oh yang has been watched from all sides!"
"Qiqi Fengyun, let me form a team to be the king of competition, Han!"
"Third brother, I don't understand what you are saying..." Lan Yong answered honestly.
"Uh, okay then..."
"But Ayong, you have to study hard. From now on, when this young master takes you out, you have to sing along with him, otherwise you will have no meat to eat in the future..."
"Hey, third brother, I must study hard!"
"Traditional Chinese, I'm sure I'm squeezing my undercover agent!"
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Lao Zhu's mood has been quite good recently.
The compressed biscuits and fried noodles have been given instructions, and the secret preparation has begun.
I also found some Jinyiwei secret experiments, and the results were very satisfactory to Lao Zhu.
A small piece of compressed biscuit is enough for one day.
If paired with some fried noodles, while filling the stomach, it can also bring enough combat power to the soldiers.
This is a great blessing for Lao Zhu, who is about to use his troops.
The spies sent to Yunnan also returned.
Indeed, as Fang Jingzhi said, the mountain roads in Yunnan are rugged and not good for food.
With this compressed biscuit, the army will be even more powerful.
The chances of winning in the campaign against the King of Liang and the Kingdom of Dali in the Northern Yuan Dynasty increased again by 30%.
In a good mood, Lao Zhu even reviewed the memorials much faster.
After finishing his official duties, Lao Zhu unconsciously touched his belly.
hungry.
I miss the duck blood soup and sesame cakes from my hometown.
It was still early and Zhu Xiongying was still playing in the palace. He simply changed into casual clothes and quietly went out with his grandson.
It's not good to keep this grandson in the palace all day long. He needs to be more down-to-earth. That old lady, my sister, doesn't understand this.
It’s better to treat us as a grandfather!
As soon as he came out of the palace, he saw Mao Xiang waiting at the door in aggrieved mood like his daughter-in-law who had just returned home.
"Mahu, oh, Mao Xiang, what's wrong with you?" Lao Zhu looked at Mao Xiang's aggrieved look and couldn't help but ask.
"No, Your Majesty, nothing happened!" Mao Xiang felt even more aggrieved.
What else can I do? I am afraid that you will leave the palace, and I am even more afraid that you will leave the palace to look for that unattractive boy.
That boy's title is worth eight hundred guan! Eight hundred guan!
Also, we are not called Mahu, we are not called Mahu!
In the past few days, whenever Mao Xiang heard the braying of a donkey, he couldn't sleep well all night long.
Sometimes I dream about my father, who pulls his ears and asks, little bastard, do you dare to change your surname? Do you dare to change your surname...
"Grandpa Huang, is Commander Mao sick? Why don't you let him go back to rest!" Zhu Xiongying poked his little head out from behind Lao Zhu and said with concern with a pair of big, clean and clear eyes.
Five-year-old Zhu Xiongying is at a naughty age, but under the guidance of the Queen and Lao Zhu, he is also very simple and kind despite being naughty.
Seeing Mao Xiang's appearance, he thought that Mao Xiang was ill, so he begged his grandfather for mercy.
Mao Xiang felt greatly benefited, look at how caring this little master is.
Want to cry...
Don’t ever follow your example in the future!
"Little master, I'm fine. I'm not sick. I'm just worried!" Mao Xiang said.
Lao Zhu glared at him angrily and snorted coldly: "If your heart is blocked, just hammer it twice. If you hammer it twice, it will stop blocking it!"
Isn’t it just that I didn’t give you money when I asked you to buy wine last time? As for that, it’s not like we won’t pay you back.
After saying that, he hugged Zhu Xiongying lovingly and said: "Grandson, now that you are out of the palace, you can't call me Grandpa Huang. You have to call me Grandpa, you know!"
"I know, I know!" Zhu Xiongying raised his little hand: "Grandpa Huang is called a patrol in disguise. He has to observe all kinds of people, so people can't know that Grandpa Huang is Grandpa Huang, so Xiongying wants to call Grandpa Huang Grandpa, just like the common people. !”
Lao Zhu smiled with wrinkles all over his face, "Look, look at our grandson, what a sensible child!"
Look at that gangster named Fang, he is like a man in heaven and on earth.
Bah, how can we compare our good grandson with that bastard?
"Yes, Xiongying, remember, Grandpa Huang was a commoner back then, and you are also a commoner's child. When you become emperor, you must not forget your roots!" Lao Zhu said earnestly.
Zhu Xiongying nodded his head: "When my grandson becomes emperor, he must be a good emperor, a better emperor than the emperor's grandfather and his father!"
Lao Zhu's eyebrows blossomed with joy, and he hugged Zhu Xiongying and said several words: "Okay, okay, better than grandpa, better than your father, grandpa Huang remembers it. If you can't do it, grandpa Huang will beat you." Ass!"
Zhu Xiongying kissed Lao Zhu back and said: "Grandpa Huang, can you put down the future Emperor of Ming Dynasty first? You are holding Xiongying like this, which makes the future good emperor of Ming Dynasty lose face!"
Lao Zhu laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it's our fault!"
The grandfather and grandson went out and walked along Hongwu Street, shopping all the way, and before they knew it, they came to Dinghuai Gate.
There was a lot of eating and drinking on the way. Zhu Xiongying's little mouth was bulging after eating, and Lao Zhu was also very happy.
Of course, Mao Xiang paid for everything.
Finally we arrived at the restaurant where Lao Zhu wanted to eat.
A bowl of hot duck blood soup and a few sesame seed cakes were what the grandson and grandson went out for.
Zhu Xiongying doesn't seem to like duck blood soup. He seems to prefer eating wontons. The girl who owns the wonton stall next door is very cute.
As a result, one of the grandparents ate duck blood soup, the other ate wontons, each holding a freshly baked sesame seed cake in their hands. They ate heartily.
As he was enjoying his meal, a burst of noise came into his ears, and Lao Zhu looked dissatisfied.
Hey, hey~ I’m an acquaintance!
