On the dining table, there were small bronze tripods and several plates of dishes. Yang Gan swallowed his saliva. He had no choice but to eat even if it tasted bad. Everything tasted delicious when he was hungry.
He picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, Yang Gan nodded and shook his head.
This made the two girls raise their glasses a little embarrassed.
"Young Master is really hungry. This little shop is not bad today. They actually serve venison."
"Fuck~~!" Yang Qian looked at the stewed meat in his hand in disbelief. The meat was delicate, evenly textured, delicious, with good texture and good chewiness.
Seeing that Yang Qian had almost eaten, the girl immediately picked up the wine glass and said, "Sir, I'm so grateful for saving my life. I'll give you a drink today, little lady."
Yang Gan nodded, gestured, and drank it immediately, "Oh~~ It's still rice wine, not beer. At this time, beer is the best to go with the meal."
Perhaps sensing that Yang Qian was not in high spirits, the girl smiled and said, "Master, do you think the slave family is not in your eyes?"
"Oh? Nothing."
"Then why don't you look at me?" The girl's eyes were as crescent-shaped, looking cunning.
This kind of private room is like a balcony on the second floor. Once the door is closed, you can see the scene of people coming and going downstairs. It has a sense of tranquility amidst the chaos, and the weather is sultry.
After Yang Qian drank a glass of wine, he shook his head and said with a smile, "I have been worried about too many things recently. I can't even walk without thinking about it."
"Oh? Master, if you have something that worries you, could you tell me and I'll see if I can help you." The girl made up her mind that as long as Yang Qian did a small favor and helped her, it would be a reward for saving her life. The two masters and servants narrowly escaped death this time, which can be described as thrilling.
Yang Gan looked up at the girl. She was very beautiful. Although she was not very old, she had begun to take on the charm of a woman. Her black hair was tied behind her head and she looked very clean and neat. Even her bright black eyes looked very beautiful. Smart.
"My name is Yang Qian, please give me your name."
"Zhou Zhiyu."
Yang Gan looked at her. This woman's facial features were not as refined as those of the female stars of the previous generation. Although her facial features were not very delicate, she was very beautiful and charming.
Her facial features are not very beautiful. She has a flat nose and is wearing pink clothes. She is not ugly at all. On the contrary, she is gentle, elegant, gentle and polite. Although her appearance is simple, she feels beautiful.
"Beautiful and refined, gentle and touching, little girl, you are very beautiful."
Zhou Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and chuckled. This was the first time a man spoke about himself so frankly, but he really spoke from his heart.
"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master. I thought I wouldn't be able to catch the Young Master's attention."
Yang Qian drank a glass of wine and said helplessly, "Sorry, I've been busy since I came back from the war."
Zhou Zhiyu was walking casually along the railing of the elegant room with a glass of wine, looking at the bustling crowd downstairs and saying silently for a while, "Master, are you concerned about the Huns war?"
Yang Gan sneered, "How can I, a small captain, have a headache about such a major military matter? What I want to think about is how to make my family better."
Yang Qian complained about General Tian's sale of the mansion to him. In such a big place, one person lives alone in a hammer, and he doesn't know what to do tonight.
Zhou Zhiyu covered her mouth and chuckled, "This kind of mansion usually requires several generations of people and a large number of slaves to enjoy it. One person? Aren't you afraid of being scared at night?"
"Do you know Fujiko Jin, who rescued you with me last time? He's handsome, that thin guy."
"I know him. I also want to thank him in person. His name is Fujiko Jin, right?"
"Yes, I plan to let him live at my house, otherwise he will always feel weird alone..."
At this time, there was a voice outside, "Who is calling my name."
After Yang Qian listened carefully, he smiled and said, "If you don't talk about people during the day and don't talk about ghosts at night, you can see if it works."
"Zijin, let me come in from the private room."
Opening the door, Zi Jin walked in with a smile and brought Zi Yun with him, "I heard someone saying my name all the way away."
Asking the store to add two more food tables, everyone started chatting. After all, they had all met before. When Zijin learned that the two beautiful girls in front of him were the two clay monkeys from last time.
He was also shocked immediately. It must have been a difficult time. It would not be easy for the two little girls to survive unscathed.
"Zhou Zhiyu is the daughter of a scholar-bureaucrat, right?" Fujikoyun asked.
"Oh? How did you know that?"
"Ms. Zhou, your clothes are made of silk." Looking at Yang Qian's confused face, Fujiko understood that only a person like Yang Qian who knew nothing about anything was not defensive about anyone.
They speak human language when meeting people, and speak nonsense when meeting ghosts. After all, merchants are merchants, and their social status is slightly better than that of slaves.
Yang Gan frowned and said, "Why did a girl from a scholar-bureaucrat's family come to the border? Isn't it good to treat the emperor well?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Zhiyu bit her lip and said with an ugly face, "Actually, I came to the border to escape from marriage. Who would have thought that the Huns were marching south. Although the guards fought desperately to resist, they still died under the iron hooves of the Huns. If you hadn't come to save me, I might have been ravaged by others on the grassland."
After speaking, Zhou Zhiyu poured a full glass of wine, bowed to the three of them, and then drank it all.
Teng Zijin and Teng Ziyun did not dare to neglect and returned the favor repeatedly, but Yang Qian had no intention of standing up. He felt that drinking with a few guys was really boring and there were too many polite rules.
Rules are meant to be broken, and every young person behaves like an old man.
"How old is the girl?" Yang Gan asked.
"18"
"Oh, you are indeed still too young. It's not too late to wait until around 25 to get married." In Yang Qian's imagination, it is so normal to not get married at the age of 25 in a big city, and there are so many leftover men and women in their 30s. Why, even a forty-year-old beauty still calls herself "little sister".
18 years old? too young.
Teng Ziyun directly threw a bean cake crust over, "Yang Gan, what are you talking about? If you get married at the age of 25, aren't you cursing Miss Zhou?"
Yang Qian was so flexible. He shrunk his head and grabbed the bean curds with his hands and instinctively ate them. He kept shaking his head. "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows how hard it is to plate the meal," Ziyun said. Ah, I'm not telling you, don't waste anything, don't waste food, farming is very hard."
Seeing Yang Gan eating the leftover tofu skin, Fuji Ziyun blushed and said in surprise, "Yang Gan, you are so literary."
"Yes, this is the first time I heard someone write a poem about cherishing food."
When Zhou Zhiyu was surprised by Yang Qian's literary talents, he also watched with envy as the three of them were playing around without any regard for etiquette. Although it was inappropriate, they were extremely chic and unrestrained. There was an indescribable strange feeling that made him want to do the same. Get involved.
Yang Qian scratched his head and showed an honest smile, "It's just a game, it can't be taken seriously."
"Can I call you Zhiyu?"
Zhiyu smiled and said, "Okay, how about I call you Ziyun."
"Very good."
"Why did you run away from marriage? This is not a trivial matter. Since ancient times, it is not up to us to decide whether our parents order a matchmaker." Ziyun felt a little uncomfortable. His future husband must be chosen by his parents.
This is completely a blind box and depends on character.
Zhou Zhiyu sighed longly, "My father wants to betroth me to the little prince, Ji Zhao."
"it's not good."
"Oh my god, isn't this a pit of fire?"
"Pfft~~~" Yang Qian almost spit out his wine. Everyone looked at him curiously. Yang Qian said awkwardly, "Didn't you say that Ji Zhao is only eight years old? You are already eighteen, so the king probably won't agree."
"I don't know. Anyway, I ran away when my father went to the palace. I can marry anyone. How can I marry Ji Zhao? He is not a good person, and he is only eight years old. I will be shameless in court in the future. Woolen cloth."
"That's right, Ji Zhao lowered the prices of our merchants last time in Chaoxian. He was like a wild goose plucking his hair. He really is not a son of a human being."
Ziyun pointed at Yang Gan and said, "Ask Yang Gan. He has met Ji Zhao. Yang Gan, are you right?"
Looking at the curious looks on everyone's faces, Yang Qian stroked his chest, suppressed the turbid air, and forced a smile, "I've seen it before, it's ugly as hell, and the person is bad. Sooner or later, such a person will have sores on his head and pus on his feet."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, as expected of Yang Qian, he is so cruel."
"Hahahaha~~~~"
When young people get together, they always talk about something that everyone is interested in, or scold the boss together. Ji Zhao's signature is a good outlet.
Yang Qian didn't care either. The guy he was scolding was not him anyway. Whatever immoral things he did in the past had nothing to do with him.
The wine was served in turn. The concentration of rice wine and rice wine was indeed not high, but after overdosing it, everyone felt a little dizzy. Yang Qian was okay, he was strong, and his ability to relieve hangovers was excellent, but his head was indeed dizzy. .
"We've finished eating. Yang Qian, go downstairs and call for some food. Let's have another round of drinks." Fujiko Jin touched his applauding belly and planned to eat something, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to wait.
"no problem."
Not long after Yang Qian went down, intermittent sounds sounded.
"Shopkeeper, give us two more kilograms of soy sauce beef in the private room upstairs, and two more buckets of wine."
In an instant, there was no sound in the entire restaurant. The expressions of several people in the private room suddenly changed. Fujiko Jinjiu also woke up and slapped his thigh, "Oh, it's broken."
I saw that the entire restaurant hall was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, and everyone showed panicked expressions.
"Bang!"
The vessel filled with fine wine fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
Suddenly the store owner ran outside frantically. Before he could run out, Yang Qian caught him and said, "What are you waiting for? Master Jun is rich. Bring the beef and wine quickly."
The store owner nodded like a chicken pecking at wood and gave Yang Qian some wine. After he went upstairs, he quickly ran outside.
In the private room, everyone got the wine and chatted happily. Zijin and Ziyun had traveled around the country doing business with their father since they were less than ten years old. The people and things they had seen had long been beyond ordinary people.
In ancient times, the mobility of people was very low, and it was common for many people to never leave the town where they lived.
