The wind seems to come out from the other side of the hillside, so people at the foot of the hill can smell the fermentation of manure piles on the hillside.

It smells weird. You said it smells bad, but it is even more disgusting than it smells bad.

"This is the smell of dead people!"

The old man sat in the pavilion, squinted his eyes and shook a palm-leaf fan with a gap, looking indifferent.

Then, he opened his eyes slightly and looked away, "Call him back and have a rest!"

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The wind is still blowing, and the smell is still there.

There is a basin on the table, which is black and crossed the water. There is also a large stone pottery bowl with brown pickled cucumber braised inside.

Zhu Xu looked at the rice, then looked at the old man who was sitting at the dining table, and quickly picked up the big bowl and picked noodles for the old man.

"The father is rich all over the world, but he still does not forget his frugality. When the sons see him, he is so ashamed..."

"Have you ever eaten this black noodles?" The old man said without listening to his clumsy flattery.

Zhu Shi was stunned and thought for a while, "I have eaten it a few times earlier. On the way to Fengyang when I was fifteen years old..."

"We are like this!" The old man smiled. "You have eaten this kind of black noodles twice or three times when you grow up so old. Before we were twenty-five years old, we have only eaten such black noodles four or five times!"

Zhu's hands that were so surprised that the noodles were shaking and almost sprinkled.

"Black noodles are secondary noodles. Compared with white noodles, it won't be on the table!" The old man lit the noodles in the basin. "It doesn't have white noodles, nor does it have soft white noodles, and it has a scent of bran. If you eat too much, your stomach will bloat, and your shit will be like a stone egg!"

Zhu Su put down the bowl and listened with his hands down.

"The rich and noble family won't eat it!" The old man pulled the bowl in front of him, then drew two spoonfuls of pickled cucumber braised on the black noodles, started stirring with chopsticks, and looked up at Zhu Xu, "But for your father, for your grandfather, and even your great grandfather, this thing that others don't eat is a rare delicacy in our family!"

Zhu Xu looked ashamed and wiped his eyes, "My son is unfilial, he forgot the difficulties of his ancestors, and even more so that it is difficult for his father to start a business..."

"Didn't you forget it!" The old man interrupted his son and said hard, "You never took it to heart. Even if we taught you how to do it before, you didn't agree with it and thought we were making a big deal. But you didn't dare to say it, so you could only pretend to be your son in front of us, but after arriving at the fiefdom, you did whatever you want."

Zhu Xu was shocked, "Is my son in the fiefdom..."

"Eat!" the old man snorted.

Park Bucheng, who was standing behind the old man, shook his head secretly and said to himself, "Fifth Master, if you do this, you will waste the Emperor's painstaking efforts. What the Emperor is talking about is you, but it's not just about you!"

Zhu Su also picked a bowl of black noodles for himself and poured them with braised rice.

I don’t know if it was because of the strange smell in the air, but the noodles in my hand didn’t have any smell of food, and it looked awkward.

But at this moment, he still bit his teeth and took a big bite.

The black noodles are hard and irritating. The pickled cucumber braised with sensation can almost be thrilling and has a fishy smell.

Huh! Huh!

The old man ate it very sweetly across the street. He even grabbed a green onion and took a bite with a click.

Zhu Xu glanced at it, lowered his head and ate in big mouthfuls.

But I didn't want to have a click in the next second.

He opened his mouth and a small stone spit out.

"The pickled cucumbers have not been washed clean!" The old man turned around and looked at Pu Bucheng.

The latter grinned, "Old Master, he can't clean this thing!"

"It's because you can't wash it clean, it's not because it can't wash it clean!" The old man continued to suck the noodles, "When I lived a hard life earlier, Xiuying could wash it clean no matter what kind of dishes she had. She said that it was nothing good or bad, but the things that had to be eaten must be clean. It's like being a human being, you can be poor and wear torn clothes, but you must wash your face and wash your clothes. In this way, even if you are poor, it won't be disgusting!"

As she said that, she sighed, "She also said that she should live a better life in poverty, and she should not make do with it just because she is poor. Otherwise, even if she has a good life in the future, she will not be able to live a good life!"

When Zhu Xu heard this, he felt a little sad and sad, "My mother also taught her son's ministers..."

The old man looked up and interrupted his son again, "When you were there, life was much better!" As he said, he raised his head, poured the last bit of noodles and braised rice into his mouth with soup and water.

Then he wiped his mouth and picked up the herbal tea and poured a large bowl.

The old man finished eating the noodles, but Zhu Xun had not yet finished half a bowl of them.

Moreover, the old man was eating and talking, while Zhu Su seemed to be eating all the time, but never ate much.

"No leftovers are allowed after eating them!" The old man pointed at the remaining noodles, with a bad expression, "It's a waste of food and it's going to be struck by lightning!"

"Yes!" Zhu Xu picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth.

Not to mention this hard to eat black noodles at this moment, he would not dare to hesitate even if it was poison.

Because he discovered that although the old man seemed to be gossiping, he actually spoke a serious tone.

"After so many years, we're thinking about how to care about you!" The old man spoke slowly, "but never thought about how to teach you!"

"The father disciplines his sons and ministers, which is the blessing of his sons and ministers!" Zhu said in a daze.

But Park Bushen frowned secretly again.

The old man said that management is not the management of discipline or the management of constraints, but the management of business management.

When my father manages his son's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and when his son grows up, he gets married and has children, he manages his son's glory and wealth.

Although this policing and discipline are the same word, their meanings are very different.

One is spoiling and the other is strict.

"Oh!" The old man suddenly sighed and smiled bitterly.

Obviously, he would be a little helpless when he was wrong about his son.

Seeing Zhu Sue eating the last little noodles, the old man continued, "You have grown up and grown up, we can't beat and scold you at will like you did when you were young!" As he said that, he sighed again, "But sometimes we also think that it would be better if you didn't grow up. At least when you were young, when you were angry, you would cry and say that your father and son were wrong!"

"No matter whether you really know the wrong, you know the wrong, at least you know the truth, and don't hide it. What you teach you and what you change. But now, you are all old and learn to talk and keep your father's mind."

"Learn to observe your expressions and put your thoughts into pleasing people. If you make a mistake, what you think is not to change, but how can you not let people know!"

Zhu Xi immediately stood up and stood up and said, "My son is unfilial. After growing up stubbornly, his father was worried..."

"Don't say you are unfilial!" The old man suddenly waved his hand, obviously with a little anger, "When did we expect you to be filial? If we were to be surrounded by a group of filial sons and grandchildren, we would have to seal them all out and let you be the local emperor?"

The old man's eyes were red, "We have told you a long time ago that if you don't expect you to do anything, I just hope that you can live a good life like a person, and stand firm in this world. Don't make people laugh, don't make people thrust the backbone behind you!"

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes moved, "Where did you go when you were a child? Now let's talk to you about the city gate tower, and you tell me about the Maolou, huh?"

"Why are you all so bad? I've made you so powerful, but you're starting to think about how to fool me? We're your father, can we harm you? Why can't we listen to a true truth in your mouth?"

"You will tell others these scenes after we die! Now we are alive, just like listening to our son, saying a few words from the bottom of our hearts!"

"Lao Wu, your father has never lost to you, right? Your father deserves you, shouldn't he? Then why are you trying to cheat your father in such a fool? Isn't it okay to admit his mistakes openly?"

"You tell your father, can't you not make any mistakes before?"

"Father!" Zhu Xu suddenly cried, "My son knows he is wrong!"

Hearing his crying, Park Can't help but turn his head.
Chapter completed!