"Wu, let me ask you, do you know where the nearest Zhuangzi is?"
The young man shrank his neck, looked at the noble man in the car, and then at the waiter, he couldn't speak.
"Could this kid be mute?" The waiter frowned and turned to look at the noble man in the car. "My lord, I'm afraid this kid can't speak. I'll ask others later."
The noble man in the car raised his head and was about to speak when he noticed that the young man was holding a small half of a mantou. He said "Huh" and said, "Ah Wu, what is that young man holding in his hand? Is this food? What are you doing?" Bring it to me and let me see."
At the same time, I was wondering. Along the way, I saw ripe wheat. I thought the people were not without food, but why did I find people eating dirt here? Could it be that he was treated harshly by his master?
Since the promulgation of the "Shu Ke", although the law enforcement in Sichuan has been strict, the people have no complaints because it is fair and just. If there are people who don't have enough to eat in their prime years, it will definitely affect the reputation of the Prime Minister and His Majesty. When he encounters this matter, he has no choice but to ask clearly.
Seeing the waiter reaching out to take it, the young boy subconsciously wanted to hide his hand behind his back.
"Hey, you young man, I'm just looking at the thing in your hand, and I'm not robbing you. What are you afraid of? Let's take it and see, it will be of great benefit to you!"
Because of the fear of noble people, the young man finally handed over the remaining steamed buns.
"My lord, this food is indeed a little weird." The waiter put the small piece of squid in his hand and looked at it, then turned and handed it to the owner in the car.
The surface of the originally white steamed buns turned gray and black because it had been held in the hand of a young man. If you didn't pay attention, it looked like a piece of soil.
The noble man turned a blind eye to the dirt on the surface of the steamed bun. He gently opened the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it. He also picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth to chew carefully.
"This food..." The noble man's eyes lit up, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, and he couldn't help but pick up a slightly larger piece of steamed bun and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he asked the young boy, "Is this pasta?"
"Master, this young man is mute and cannot speak." The waiter replied quickly.
"I...I'm not mute." The half-grown boy muttered.
waiter:……
"Come here," the noble man waved, with a gentle smile, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them well, I'll give you this steamed cake. How about it?" After saying that, the noble man took out a steamed cake from the car. "Let me ask you, is this pasta? Who made it?"
"My lord, this is pasta, called Mantou, made by my master." The young man stammered in reply.
"Why is it called Mantou? Then who is your master?"
"Because the master said, this one looks like the head of a barbarian, so it's called the barbarian head. The master's surname is Feng, and this is Fengzhuang. Yeah, that's it." The young man pointed at Feng Yong, who was fishing in the distance. , betrayed the owner directly on the spot.
"Okay, this is for you." The nobleman happily handed over the steamed cake and said to the waiter, "Let's go and see the head of the Feng family."
"My master has a distinguished status. The head of the Feng family is only a wealthy man in the countryside. Why should I go there in person? Just call him over." The waiter waited for the young man to run away, and then he persuaded the master.
"You don't understand." The master waved his hand with a thoughtful look on his face, "Let's go and have a look first. I can't say he is a relic."
The waiter smiled and said: "If he is really a wise man, why didn't he have a reputation before? I think he knew that the master was going to patrol around, so Baba came over. He couldn't let go of his arrogance, so he used this method to attract the attention of the master."
The noble man pointed at the waiter and said with a smile: "What do you know? I don't care whether it is intentional or not. What I care about is this barbarian head. If this barbarian head is really made by wheat flour, it cannot be said to be a great achievement. .”
"Master, what does this have to do with great merit?" The waiter asked strangely as he helped the noble man adjust the sword on his waist.
"Since this mantou is the food given to the tenants by the owner, it must be easy and simple to make. I just tried it and it is very soft and delicious. It is better than steamed cakes, not to mention the wheat rice that ordinary people eat (in ancient times, people eat One of the staple foods is to cook millet or wheat directly without shelling it, and eat it with the bran, which is extremely unpalatable). Since it is pasta, it is naturally more filling than millet. If this method can be used in the army, It can not only fill the stomach, but also prevent the morale of the army from falling (there are records in the Southern and Northern Dynasties of causing rebellion by feeding soldiers wheat rice), what is this if not a great achievement?"
The fish float moved slightly at first, then floated quietly on the water. After a while, it suddenly sank violently into the water. Feng Yong only felt his hand sinking, and he flicked the fishing rod, and a fish floated. The carp was fished out of the water like this, shining golden in the westward sun.
Feng Yong grabbed the fish, looked at it, sighed, and threw it in his hand. The carp he just caught was thrown back into the water. He doesn't like to eat carp because he thinks its meat is too soft and has too many spines.
"May I ask if the gentleman in front of me is Mr. Feng?"
There was a voice in his ears, and Feng Yong didn't look back. He lowered his head to re-bait the fishhook - the guy didn't even realize that he was being called.
When he threw the fishhook into the water again, he was still thinking, Feng Langjun? Who is this? When did someone with the same surname as myself come here?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt something in my heart. This damn thing... couldn't be called myself, could it? Turning his head, he saw a man in his thirties standing not far away looking at him. He was dressed in extraordinary clothes. The most important thing was that he was wearing a ribbon on his belly and a decorated sword hanging on his waist. This showed that this guy He's an official, but I don't know how old he is?
On the official road not far behind him, a waiter was standing beside the bullock cart, glaring at him angrily.
It seemed that he really called himself, and then Feng Yong remembered that he was still not used to the names of this era. He had never heard anyone call him Feng Langjun a few times, right?
This can only be blamed on him being a bumpkin from the countryside. Ordinary people would not call him that, and they would not dare to call him that. And which person with status would come here specifically to visit him? That's why he didn't realize that someone was greeting him.
"Is the elder calling me?" Feng Yong quickly bowed to the visitor and asked.
"There is no one else here except you and me. Who else can I call you but you?" Although he was ignored at first, the other party still had a gentle smile, showing a very high level of self-cultivation.
"Oh, I'm so rude!" Feng Yong quickly apologized, "I was so absorbed in fishing that I didn't notice the elder. It's really rude."
"It's okay, it's okay to interrupt." The visitor walked slowly, his upper body upright and still, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, showing everyone's magnanimity.
"The boy is Feng Yong. Who is the elder? What advice can I ask for?" His magnanimity is not comparable. Anyway, I am young, so I might as well regard myself as a junior.
The visitor walked up to Feng Yong and looked at Feng Yong carefully. He was a little surprised that this boy was so young. It seemed that he had thought too much and could not be the sage he imagined. He was a little disappointed at the moment.
"My surname is Ma. I just want to ask, did you make this thing?" the visitor said, stretching out his right hand, and there was a black unknown substance in his palm.
"What is this?" Feng Yong was a little confused, thinking when did I ever make such a thing? I am a well-known mentally ill person. Could it be that someone came to me for entertainment when they had nothing to do?
"Didn't you make this thing? Are you not the owner of the Feng Family Village?" The visitor was disappointed and confused.
"Of course I am the owner of the Feng Family Village, but when did you make this thing?" Feng Yong looked at the thing in the other person's hand carefully.
It felt a bit familiar, "Elder, who did you hear that this thing was made by me?"
"I am the banker here."
Holy shit! Feng Yong slapped his thigh. How can I say it looks familiar? Who the hell is so disgusting? Put a layer of mud on a good steamed bun?
"Oops! I'm so ashamed. It turns out that this is a man's head. It was naturally done by a boy, but..." Feng Yong looked at the other party in confusion, "This man's head is actually pure white. Why is it now stained with a layer of dirt? So? The kid didn’t recognize it all of a sudden.”
Damn it... the other person's face suddenly turned dark. What does your look mean? Could it be that if I join the army, I would be so unbearable to eat such unclean food? Can I tell you that I snatched it from a child?
"Never mind that, I came here because I have some doubts about this thing called a mantou, and I want to ask you. Is it convenient for you?"
"The elders have questions, but I don't dare to hide my secrets." Feng Yong quickly bowed his hands and bowed. He had been here for a short time, and he also knew a lot of etiquette. In particular, the Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety and disrespected the elders, which would have a bad reputation.
The other party nodded with satisfaction. Although this man was in the countryside, he was a man of etiquette. He must have read a book, so he opened his mouth to express his doubts.
