"Master, this weather is so harsh!"

In the early morning, Zhao Zheng shook his wet shoes irritably, and looked at the drizzle outside the window, feeling very bored.

While making pot stickers, Wang Xuebin was cooking Hu La Soup. When he heard Zhao Zheng's words, he tilted his head and observed the clouds carefully, frowned and said:

"The rain this year is a bit too heavy. If it falls like this for a few days, it may have missed the farming season this year!"

"Ah? This? Master, what should I do if this is true?"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and shook his head.

"Come on, the soup is ready, add vinegar and chili by yourself, how much do you eat the pot sticker?"

Zhao Zheng subconsciously took the soup bowl, picked up the vinegar bottle and wanted to pour vinegar. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at the master who was concentrating on wrapping the pot stickers, and said speechlessly:

"No, Master, let's talk about farming time..."

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and asked casually:

"What stuffing is needed, the meat is vegetarian? How much is it? I'm ready to put it in the pot!"

"Hey, the same half, the ones that want beef, scallions, leeks and eggs, come to Ba... Master, you interrupted again!"

Wang Xuebin said casually while putting on pot stickers:

"Eight, right? I've talked about these things eight hundred times. I've read the notes by myself and asked me about everything. Will I be able to govern the country for you in the future?"

When Zhao Zheng heard his master's words, he smiled embarrassedly. He naturally knew the answer to the question. This was just his habitual dependence.

"Hehe, if Master is willing, my disciple will naturally have no objection. At that time, I will give Master a great official, and you, my master and disciple will work together to govern the world and benefit the people. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?"

Wang Xuebin sneered disdainfully.

"Ha! Looks like you are so beautiful that your nose is so happy!"

At this time, a fragrance rose slowly from the pan and drilled into Zhao Zheng's nose and eyes. Zhao Zheng no longer talked, picked up the empty plate on the table next to him and waited for the pot stickers.

"Come on, four meaty, four vegetarian, yours!"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand and eight pot sticks flew into Zhao Zheng's plate.

"The rest is mine!"

Wang Xuebin shook the pan, and about twenty pot stickers fell off on a large iron plate. He made a bowl of dipping sauce, picked up chopsticks and feasted.

"The dipping sauce is not spicy, you have to eat it and pour it yourself!"

Zhao Zheng was wrapped in his mouth with a pot sticker that had just been out of the pot and kept nodding.

"Woooooo!"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and shook his head speechlessly, "Outstanding!".

As he said that, he made two of three mouthfuls, swept away all the twenty pot stickers, held Hu La Tang while sucking him while despising Zhao Zheng's eating behavior.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but give his master a blank look when he heard this. Big brother, let alone second brother, his eating behavior is taught.

Wang Xuebin had eaten quickly since he was a child, but later he polished it in the military world and ate faster.

Anyway, his physique is already beyond ordinary people, and some eating habits will not affect his physical condition.

Zhao Zheng was just a teenager when he was studying with Wang Xuebin, and he was the fastest time to learn things.

As the saying goes, it is not easy to learn, but once he learns bad things, the first thing he learns is his master's appearance, which makes Wang Xuebin very embarrassed. Wang Xuebin also admonishes him, but Zhao Zheng just can't correct it.

Later, the helpless Wang Xuebin tailored an internal skill for him to ensure that he would not damage his body because of some living habits, and then he would go with him.

The so-called etiquette is actually the daily living habits of the nobles.

The King of Qin can be said to be the most noble noble of this era, and his living habits will inevitably lead to the imitation of others.

As for bad health?

Aristocrats die can promote class mobility!

Ordinary people? Let’s let them eat enough first!

"Master, are we going to rush in the rain today?"

Wang Xuebin was packing the tableware. When he heard Zhao Zheng's words, he nodded slightly.

"It will be in Xianyang in about half a day. I don't know when the rain will fall. It's not worth it for delaying it!"

Zhao Zheng drank all the soup in the bowl in one sip, handed the bowl to the master, patted the warm belly, and said in embarrassment:

"Oh, I don't know how skilled the palace chef is. Can you be half as good as the master. After trying the master's wife's skills, and eating other things, you will always feel like chewing wax!"

Wang Xuebin cleaned up and threw all the trivialities into the storage space, turning his head and saying:

"I will then give you some seeds, high-yield crops, and other items you have eaten. Then I will leave you with a method of farming, and you will send someone to farm."

After saying that, I didn't care about Zhao Zheng's little thoughts.

Of course, he would not be unable to guess Zhao Zheng’s thoughts, but he was just a little afraid of the future and hoped that his reliance would stay by his side.

But there is no banquet that never ends, and I can only accompany him for a while. I have my own life and cannot stop for him.

He stepped on the muddy land and got on the carriage, looked at the dirt house where they had stayed overnight, pointed his hand and sword, and gently stroked it.

The earthen house instantly turned into a pile of mud, slowly sinking until it disappeared.

Zhao Zheng looked at this scene enviously without saying a word.

When they were rushing, they spent the night through this magical method. They had all the furniture in the dirt house, and even had bathrooms and toilets, which was very comfortable.

"Set off!"

With a command, the horse seemed to understand human words and moved forward slowly without waiting for human urging.

The whole carriage seemed to be tightly covered by a large, round transparent bowl. If it weren't for the muddy road, I wouldn't have felt that it was a rainy day.

"Let's go, you'll be able to reach Xianyang today. The road ahead is probably not as peaceful as before. You have to be more careful!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the empty official road and gave some thoughtful instructions.

Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, his sixth sense, which could be explained by common sense, became more and more unreasonable.

The sixth sense at the beginning is to collect information through the five senses, then process it subconsciously in the brain, and feedback it to the person with a strong premonition.

Later, I experienced more battles, and because of the training, the sixth sense became more and more proficient, and gradually gained the ability to predict similarly.

By this time, the sixth sense was already a little unreasonable.

Later, Wang Xuebin embarked on the path of developing his brain. Not only did the five senses become more and more sensitive, but the sixth sense also became more and more perverted.

Since the brain potential has been developed to 10%, within a hundred miles, he can feel it whether it is praise of his name or having strong malice or kindness towards him.

Although it is not as magical as the gods and Buddhas in the sky, it finally has a bit of fantasy. This ability makes Wang Xuebin, who insists on practicing, happy for a long time, at least he has the magical power that can be used to make moves!

If he learns the ability to cross space in the future, he will be able to compete with Cao Cao's speed.

Speaking of Wang Xuebin, Wang Xuebin is here, it’s so beautiful to think about it!

"Master, is there any danger in the future?"

Zhao Zheng followed Wang Xuebin for three years, so he naturally would not be confused about the characteristics of his master.

His master either has the ability to divine or is just a crow's mouth. Anyway, he has always been a good and bad spirit!

As soon as he spoke, he would either rob a family or ambush the conspiracy, and everything would be accurate and all would be defeated!

He was respectful and aweful to his master's mouth. It was as Master Yuan said back then that his master was good everywhere, but he had a long mouth...

At this time, when he heard the master's instructions, he naturally did not dare to underestimate it easily. He took out the weapon specially made for him from the car and took care of it.

......

"Mr. Lao, when I came, I will tell you that I will only stop this person. I am afraid that this will be a violation of the arrangements of the emperor!"

In a hill, a group of warriors in straw raincoats lie on the side of the mountain wall with swords.

The leading warrior was holding a long pole in his hand, knocking and examining the mechanism he laid.

Hearing the words of his samurai, his eyes showed a look of disdain.

"What do you know?"

He turned his mind, put the bamboo pole aside, patted the soil in his hand, shook his head and said sarcastically:

"If everyone is as stupid as you, who can share the worries of the Lord?"

"you!"

The man was so angry when he heard Lao Ai's ridicule, he stepped forward and wanted to take action.

Seeing this, Lao Ai took a step back secretly. Seeing that this person was stopped by his companions who knew the importance of the matter, he became more charming and boasted:

"What? You are not convinced when you say you are stupid?"

"Hmph! I only know how to sit and practice swords every day, and I don't care about the big things of yours at all!"

"Does Lao Ai make you care about the great affairs of the emperor?"

"hehe!"

Lao Ai smiled proudly and said proudly:

"That's natural!"

"I learned from a noble man in the palace that my King of Qin had died a few days ago and was not back. At this time, the new king ascended the throne. The king ordered us to stop a young master from returning to the palace. What do you think this means?"
To be continued...