When Xiaojiu came out of the food hall with his lunch box, it was already time to declare the card.

Zhigui had long left with Ruan Jinyuan and Lu Heizi on his back. The diners were naturally dispersed outside the door. Zhigui was also a human spirit. When he left, he threw down a ingot of twenty taels of silver to compensate for his mistakes in the food hall today.

Although Qin Sanniang was still in shock, she relaxed her tense mind with Xiaojiu's guarantee and asked the chef to cook a few hearty dishes for Xiaojiu. Then she returned to the room with the table and chairs, waiting for her son to return from the private school.

The place where Xiaojiu lives is not far from the food house, just in the same alley, but the food house is located at the beginning of the alley, while Xiaojiu lives is located at the deepest point of the alley.

This courtyard is not big, but after entering it by the wooden gate, it has a unique world. A main room with blue bricks and black tiles is opposite the courtyard door. There are two rooms on the east and west sides of the main room. Although it is smaller in scale, it is still well repaired. However, the rooms on the east side are more exquisite, and the rooms on the west side are rougher, obviously not from the hands of one person.

In the courtyard, chicken coops, vegetable gardens, and wells are all available, and a peaceful scene of a paradise.

As soon as Xiaojiu entered the courtyard, a little yellow dog rushed out of the kennel with his teeth and claws. Seeing the fat appearance of the little yellow dog, running was very worried that its limbs would not be able to support the fat body.

Xiao Jiu gently kicked the little yellow dog who came up with her feet and cursed with a smile: "Go to you, I'm so fat that I'm so tired, I'm so embarrassed to come up and ask for food."

The little yellow dog hummed twice in dissatisfaction, rolled on the ground, then rushed up unyieldingly.

At this time, a cold voice came from the east room: "No matter how fat Xiao Huang is, he knows to protect her loyally. Unlike some people, they don't know how to eat when they are full, and they know how to pretend to be a good person and a fake sage."

Sure enough, the little yellow dog immediately let go of the front paws holding Xiaojiu's thighs when he heard this sound and ran to the east.

The door quietly opened, and a slim purple dress walked out of the room. The purple dress was tall, curvy, beautiful face, and delicate facial features. However, the neck was originally slender and fair, and she was happy to hold her head up when walking, and her expression was a little arrogant and cold, which made her feel a little inhumane.

Xiaojiu Zhan Yan smiled: "Sister Haichan, I haven't seen you for a few days. You've become a little slimmer. I'm afraid you haven't eaten these days, right?"

Hai Chanqiong snorted in her nose: "I am weak, so I need to say it!"

Xiaojiu was not moved by Hai Chan's coldness and continued to smile and said, "Looking at Senior Sister Hai Chan's energetic appearance, I believe that the dispute over Confucianism and Taoism with Taoist Nanweng will definitely win a great victory."

After all, Hai Chan is still young, even though she is cold, she is still a girlish character. When she mentioned her success in the battle, even if she had no expression on her face, her words still revealed an inevitable joy: "In just seven rounds, the old man retreated without saying anything. After nine rounds, he was already dumbfounded and confused. In the last four rounds, the old scholar's disciples took him on the battlefield, but they were just laughing."

Xiaojiu smiled sincerely and raised a hero's finger and exclaimed: "Senior Sister Haichan is worthy of being a hero among women. The Taoist Nanweng is a respected person. Unexpectedly, she couldn't stand it even for seven rounds under the hands of Senior Sister Haichan. In time, Senior Sister Haichan will definitely be the leader of our Dongling Dao literary world."

Hai Chan pursed her lips and forced herself to suppress her pride smile. She suddenly took out an object from her cuff and threw it at Xiaojiu. She said with a clear voice: "If you dare to give this thing to that silly boy Tuoba Dongsou again, I will cut off your hands."

Before Xiaojiu could say something, Haichan had already closed the door again with a slam.

As for how the cold and arrogant senior sister Haichan blushed behind the door, Xiaojiu naturally didn't know about it.

Xiao Huang, who was originally confused in front of the door, looked at the closed wooden door and stayed there for a while. He didn't know whether to wait or look back to find another way out.

Xiao Jiu can only use more effort to gently open the wooden box in his arms with his other hand.

It is not a precious object inside, it is just a gentleman's cloud hairpin unique to Nanshan County.

According to the rules of big work, Xiao Jiu will be eighteen years old in one year, and he will be given a ceremony and a hairpin.

Children from noble families who are 18 years old have to go out to live alone, while children from poor families who are 18 years old have to go out to the house. They just find a way to eat and eat.

Carefully put the Yunzhang into his arms, Xiaojiu coughed lightly and walked slowly into the main room with the food box.

It is said to be the main room, but the installation inside is extremely simple. Apart from the simple tables, chairs, and benches, the rest are all classics.

There are new and old books, some isolated books from a hundred years ago, and there are also widely circulated "Four Books" and "Five Classics". The classics are placed in scattered, and ancient bamboo slips and ancient books complement each other, without any rules.

If a stranger comes here, he may not be able to get off his feet as soon as he enters the room. Fortunately, Xiaojiu is already familiar with the road, and takes the food box and walks straight towards the inner room with his scattered food books.

The inner room is a little more regular. Although there are many classics, there are at least some rules to place it. There is a dilapidated square table in the middle of the inner room, with all the pens, inkstones and paper on the table, and a withered old man was lying on the table and frowning and thinking hard.

The old man was wearing a coarse linen and covered in hair. His face was old and haggard, his whole body was as thin as a chicken, his expression was rigid and stiff, and he had no breath of a living person on his body.

When he saw Xiaojiu coming in, the old man did not raise his head, but just let out a word in a silence: "Sit down."

Xiaojiu slowly came to the opposite side of the old man and sat down, with a calm expression and silent expression.

After more than ten breaths, the old man put away his pen and ink, looked up at Xiaojiu opposite him, and said angrily: "If you have the affair, you will come back one hour later, so just starve you, the cheap master, to death."

Xiaojiu picked up the food box and said with a smile: "How can it be? Even if I am not here, isn't there any senior sister Hai Chan still cooking at home? Can the famous Mr. Yang Gong starve to death by a supper?"

Mr. Yang Gong, a great wise man of the times, was born in Dongyue, and was the best in the world. He studied in more than ten scholars of Confucianism, military philosophers, Legalism, Taoism and other scholars. Now he has a great knowledge of heaven and man. He is like an antelope hanging its horns. He has already gathered the theories of various schools to achieve great success.

It may be a bit exaggerated to say that Mr. Yang Gong is the leader of the world's literary world, but among the famous masters today, those who can be on par with Mr. Yang Gong are not more than one-handed.

No matter which country the scholars are, as long as they are studying, they all want to be defeated by Mr. Yanggong.

Xiaojiu is just a servant who has a meal, but he has such a lucky encounter. If he passes him out at this time, he will probably envy scholars all over the world.

However, looking at this scene, Mr. Yanggong is not like a gentleman, and Xiaojiu’s disciples are not like a disciple.

Mr. Yang Gong glared at him: "Boy, you are sincere in your heart to anger me to death, right? Just the things made by Haichan, Xiao Huang doesn't like to eat them now. Who do you want me to pour them for in the future?"

Xiaojiu smiled gloatingly. Since he went to the food hall half a year ago, he no longer had to face Hai Chan's cooking skills that were at its peak, and he survived by chance on the verge of life and death.

Put the food box on the table and Xiao Jiu took out the dishes in it one by one: "Sanniang fish soup, charcoal-grilled pig's trotter, fish head tofu soup, and a corner of hot 20-year-old rice wine, how about it?"

The hungry expression in the old man Yanggong's eyes was already overwhelming. Since the first dish appeared on the table, he was eager to try it. After Xiaojiu took out the scalded rice wine, the saliva at the corner of his mouth was almost flowing out.

Xiaojiu put the yellow wine in front of the old man in Yanggong and said with a smile: "It's time to eat it. There is still a dish left for Uncle Ye, so I can't bring it out for you."

Before this speech was finished, Mr. Yang Gong had already picked up the wine pot and sipped it with a delicious taste. Looking at his intoxicated expression, he seemed to have tasted the nectar and jade dew.

Just as he put down the wine pot, Mr. Yang Gong grabbed the pig's trotter with his bare hands and bit it hard. At the same time, he asked in a vague way: "What is a good day today? It's both good wine and good food? Could it be that Daqian's incompetent emperor's old man finally died?"

Xiaojiu held his chin with his hand and sighed: "I think so every day, but unfortunately, he is at least alive today. These foods were made for me by Sanniang to thank him. I have used them in the food cottage. You can eat yours."

The old man from Yanggong slowed down his eating speed and said calmly: "What happened in the restaurant and it has delayed your time for evening classes?"

If anyone else in this world can make Xiaojiu absolutely trust, the old man in Yanggong must be considered one, so Xiaojiu did not shy away at all and directly revealed what happened in the food hall.

The old man Yanggong nodded while listening. After Xiaojiu finished speaking, he had eaten the pig's trotters in his hand. He picked up the fish soup and said calmly: "Xu Tong is not a wine bag, I'm afraid he has noticed you."

Xiaojiu nodded and agreed: "Indeed, Xu Tong has his own uniqueness to be one of the eight tigers under the command of King Dongling, but today I have to take such a bad strategy, otherwise whether I can come back alive is questionable."

The old man from Yanggong took a spoonful of milky white fish soup with a spoonful and placed it on his mouth and blew it gently, saying, "Don't take this matter to heart. Dongling Zhanhu, the head of the eight tigers under the command of the King of Dongling, had been told by me a few words. I will pass on the letter to him once tonight, and this matter will not be a problem."

Xiaojiu reached out and tapped the table gently: "But as soon as this happened, I'm afraid that Mr.'s seclusion life will be broken."
Chapter completed!