Zhang Yumeng obviously didn't believe it. "Although he is a little cruel, he has never seen someone beat him. He shouldn't kill me for no reason."
Xiao Yu was stunned, where did Tie Hanhan come from? "You'd better believe what I say."
"Hey, everyone, please don't be so serious. This place is just like the dormitory where I used to study in college. It's quite cozy."
"University?"
Zhang Yumeng tilted her head and thought hard about explaining, "University is a place that teaches people how to read, read, and become a human being."
"Oh, you are talking about the Academy." Xiao Yu suddenly realized that she must be a woman from a big family, and she was probably exiled here because of something.
"It's so boring. I'm going to go play with Yang Gan and see what he's doing. I'm still young and I might have some good stuff, but I can enjoy it all by myself."
After Zhang Yumeng stood up, he twisted his waist and his eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, Krisna's medicinal oil was very effective, but the smell was a bit strong.
Xiao Yu opened his mouth, and his dissuading arms slowly relaxed. This was the first time he saw such a slave.
Even if she has made great achievements, she cannot be so presumptuous. It seems that she will not live long, so she should stay away from this kind of best thing.
Yang Qian was still not idle. After playing around for a while, he began to write hard to record all the information in his mind.
Because in the last life, some scientists confirmed that the younger you are, the stronger your memory is, and the older you are, the weaker your memory is. In addition, the current memory is indeed stronger than in the previous life, so Yang Qian naturally acquiesced to this statement.
The main reason is that there is really no place to go to play these days. There seems to be no place to go except brothels. If I am really bored, I go to wine shops and restaurants, but it is also very boring.
Yang Gan feels that if there had been Douyin or live broadcast software in ancient times, peace would have lasted for at least hundreds of years.
Nowadays, when fighting a war, in addition to annexing and surviving, you have to eat until you are full, or if you don't have enough food to get rid of jaundice, you will think about going to war.
It was because it was too boring that there was a brilliant civilization. At this time, he thought that Zhang Yumeng should be allowed to bring out the entertainment industry.
After a year or two, when everyone has surplus food and money, they will need a place to consume it, otherwise how will the money be circulated.
"By the way, this fruit wine is quite sweet." Yang Qian, who had a splitting headache and was so bored, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
"Yang Gan!!!"
"Pfft~~~~!"
"Cough cough cough~~~ What are you doing? There is something wrong with you. You are scary. Do you know that you are scared to death?" Yang Gan was immediately choked and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf.
Zhang Yumeng was stunned. Such angry words were so familiar and missed. Could it be that Yang Qian was really a time traveler.
After experiencing something, she didn't express it immediately, but the idea was deeply imprinted in her mind.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Yang Qian said angrily.
Zhang Yumeng hit the snake and took the stick, "Can't I come to you if nothing happens?"
Yang Qiao raised his eyebrows and was amused. Wasn't this teasing him? In other words, Zhang Yumeng seemed to have flirted with many people in his previous life, and it was easy to tease.
But I don’t know what’s going on, my feelings towards women seem to be just like that, without any sense of impulse.
Probably because the body is not fully developed yet.
"No, go somewhere else. Didn't you see that I was busy?" Suddenly Yang Qian seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly closed the book and hid it without leaving any trace.
"Yang Gan, how about we go play outside?"
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"What's so fun, except brothels and wine shops?" Yang Gan held his head, with a look of despair on his face.
Zhang Yumeng said suspiciously, "There are a lot of fun things, such as Cuju, cockfighting, martial arts competitions, and Chi You opera. There are a lot of fun things. Do you want to go or not?"
Yang Gan looked at Qin Xiangru, "Is there so much fun?"
Qin Xiangru raised her eyebrows and nodded. After the young master lost his memory, he actually forgot that he liked and was most proficient in these things.
"It's almost night, is there anything else? Don't go out and people will close the stall and have nothing to do." Yang Qian still wanted to stay at home.
"Hey, it's still early. I told you that as long as there is a cockfighting place, they usually play until very late. There are also many wine shops, and you can also place bets, but generally they are not big, and they only cost a few bucks."
Yang Qian took out two strings of hundreds of coins from the cabinet next to the case, and said with curiosity on his face, "Let's go and take a look."
Zhang Yumeng was tall, standing much taller than Yang Gan, and habitually grabbed his hand and ran outside.
When he came outside, Yang Gan looked at the hand he was holding, and his thoughts suddenly traveled to his previous life.
I remember that my previous girlfriend held my hand like this, and she acted like a clingy little monster every time.
We have to hold hands when we go to the supermarket, and we have to hold hands when we watch TV series together at night. Unfortunately, things don’t work out as we wish. There are too many factors that can separate each other in reality. Love? A fragile thing.
Zhang Yumeng led me to a relatively remote wine shop. There was a lot of people here, but it could be seen from the clothes of the people around that they were all craftsmen from Guizhou or with a little money. They were watching the excitement, drinking tea and chatting around. .
There are also some scholars whose families may not have money. They often talk about world affairs, but in fact they have not even found a way to an official career.
"Peck it, peck it quickly."
"Hahaha, my jade-faced flying general is so powerful."
"My black-faced flying general is still more powerful."
The voices of shouting five and six kept ringing. Many people rolled up their sleeves, stared out, and kept yelling at the five-square-meter dirt floor in the center of the wine shop with excited faces.
On the muddy ground, one was a red rooster, and the other was a big rooster with a red body and a pure black neck.
The two chickens kept fighting back and forth. Either you would peck me, or I would fly up and claw you.
Gradually, Yang Qian was also attracted. The two found a place to watch, and touched Zhang Yumeng with his elbow, "Have you been here?"
"Nonsense, I've been here several times, but I lose more and win less." Without extra entertainment activities, Zhang Yumeng gradually became obsessed with cockfighting, and finally managed to trick Yang Gan out. There were only two people, so it was easier to use clichés.
"You two, would you like to place a bet?" A restaurant owner came over with a number plate in his hand and a philistine look on his face.
"How do you count today?" Zhang Yumeng said familiarly.
"The black-faced ones will pay two to one today, and the red-faced ones will pay three to one."
"I paid ten cents for red."
"Okay, ten cents for a red face." The restaurant owner shouted loudly.
Yang Qian took out a bunch of coins from his arms, but was directly pressed down by Zhang Yumeng. After being sent away from the restaurant, she said helplessly, "People who come here to gamble only have a few coins, but you come here with a few hundred coins. It's messing up the market." Well."
"Ah, look, look, the red-faced stupid bird you suppressed is going to lose." Yang Gan pointed at the battle situation, and saw the big black-necked rooster flying up, trampling the red-faced rooster under his feet with one paw, and the sharp beak continued He pecked at the big red-faced rooster, and soon there was blood.
The owner of the fighting cock bled when he saw his beloved big rooster
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, quickly gave up, and his distressed face was twisted together. It is estimated that his dead son would only have this expression.
The two looked at each other, which made Zhang Yumeng, who was the first to show off, quite embarrassed.
"Is this how you gamble? I'll lose you to death."
"It's okay, I have a thousand gold, and I can enjoy a little gambling." Zhang Yumeng smiled awkwardly.
Next, another cockfight started. Yang Gan immediately called the restaurant owner and threw out ten coins in a cool manner.
"Look carefully, it's time to really see the technology."
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Ten games later…
Yang Gan's face was as dark as water, and Zhang Yumeng beside him was already laughing so hard that he was laughing and laughing, "Giggle~~~" and couldn't stop laughing.
"Is this your technique?"
"Ten hands, you lose ten hands out of ten, hey, hey, hey, look around, see if there are people around you who are using you as a beacon. Whatever you press, they will press you. On the contrary, he is even more of a gambler than the God of Gamblers." Zhang Yumeng He covered his mouth and smiled softly, with a strong sense of joy.
"Damn, there must be an inside story. Without it, I would have lost ten times." Sensing the way those around him looked at him, Yang Gan twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling like he was being treated like a big fat sheep.
"No more betting, I want to see where their most powerful fighting cock is today."
"The owner of the restaurant, let's serve the wine." Yang Qian was angry and found a seat. He happened to be a little hungry.
Restaurant owner Yong trotted all the way, "Guest, what do you want to eat?"
"A serving of mutton in a water basin. Do you have any drinks? Does General Lie have any?"
The restaurant owner laughed and said, "Guest is joking, we don't have such expensive wine here, but we do have millet wine, which is wine brewed from corn. It tastes rough but is sweet in the mouth and has a long aftertaste."
"Then two cents of corn wine and a bowl of corn rice."
"Okay, guest, please wait a moment."
This is a good location. Yang Qian finally got it. Isn't it great that he can eat, drink and watch cockfighting performances at the same time?
Zhang Yumeng raised her hand and smelled her arm, complaining, "Oh, why do I eat mutton every day? It makes me smell like sheep."
Yang Gan glanced at her, "You mean I treated you badly? There are mutton, chicken, duck and fish every day, what else are you dissatisfied with."
Zhang Yumeng held her cheeks in her hands and curled her lips, "I want to eat pork. No one eats pork in any damn place. As for the pigs, there's not even a pig in sight."
Yang Qian was amused for a while. He wanted to eat pork too. Counting the days, the pigs in Zhuangzi were about to grow up. There were a lot of them raised at that time. Once mature, kill one to taste it. If there is no problem, then it will be big. Large-scale farming.
Piglets are purchased in large quantities and can grow in a few months as long as there is enough food.
Not long after, the water basin mutton was brought up. The large basin was full of mutton, and the fragrance was overflowing. Yang Gan rubbed his hands, picked up a piece of mutton and started eating it. It was mixed with millet wine, which complemented the dish perfectly.
Zhang Yumeng smelled the taste and looked disgusted, "Why is it so different from what I eat at home? The smell is so strong."
"I asked my servants to pickle the mutton at home in advance. I use good rice wine to remove the fishy smell. Of course, it tastes much better. Don't be picky when you eat some. If you have a full meal, you can buy a good slave at the market. .”
Zhang Yumeng was also hungry, so he could only follow Yang Gan's lead and start eating the pieces of meat. He had chopsticks, but the pieces of meat were about the size of a fist.
It's not convenient to use chopsticks at all. If you were to eat like this in the previous world, you would definitely make headlines.
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