No one paid much attention to Lu Yao's words as soon as they came out, because the old naughty boy would 'disappear' for a while from time to time. Dongzhang thought that he must have gone wild somewhere, but he didn't worry about it. He would know that he was back when the time came.
But at night, there was still no sign of the old naughty boy, and Lu Yao couldn't sit still. Although she usually liked to argue with Zhou Botong, in the sword tomb, Shendiao and he were both her playmates, and only the old naughty boy and Shen Diao were her playmates.
Eagle is willing to play those 'childish' games with her.
Now that the 'little friend' is gone, it would be strange not to be anxious.
At that moment, he found Zhang Dong who was wiping the black knife in the forge house under the bright firelight and said, "Brother, why hasn't Grandpa Zhou come back yet?"
Dongzhang kept moving after hearing this, carefully oiling the black knife, but Gongsun Shi, who was shirtless and blowing the bellows, stopped: "Yeah, I haven't seen anyone all day, nothing will happen.
Come on, sir."
Putting the long knife on the table, Dongzhang lifted the scabbard and glanced at the horizon. He said nonchalantly: "What can happen to him? He is the most alive. Don't worry, he will come back naturally after playing enough."
"But brother..." Lu Yao still looked at Dong Zhang worriedly.
The latter withdrew his gaze from the scabbard and raised his eyes: "But what? What time is it now? You don't need to sleep?"
Lu Yao shrank his neck in fear, muttering something, still staying in the forge room where heat waves frequently hit his face.
"Go back to sleep, he will be fine, I promise you."
Staring at Zhang Dong who was busy here and there, Lu Yao nodded: "Brother, aren't you going to lie to me?"
"If you don't have time, Ma Liu, hurry back to the house." Holding a knife in one hand, Dongzhang lowered his head and was whittling something on a piece of wood.
"Slightly, slightly, slightly~"
Making a face to Dongzhang, Lu Yao turned around and ran to the door: "Uncle Gongsun, Xiaoyao goes back to bed!"
"Hey, let's go." Gongsun Shi, who was also smelting with his head lowered, hurriedly replied after hearing the words.
Opening the door, Lu Yao bumped into someone with his arms full: "Oh, who is it?"
"Hey, you little kid, you are the first to complain. A girl was so careless in doing things that she hit grandpa!" Hong Qigong was seen holding a jar of wine in one hand and a pot of boiling water in the other.
The casserole monster shouted.
The temperature of the casserole can be imagined. If anyone else's palms had been cooked, Hong Qigong seemed to be unaware, holding it flat with one hand, and his shocking skill made people marvel.
Lu Yao, who was 1.5 meters tall, ignored it and sniffed: "Wow! It smells so good! Grandpa Hong, what is this?"
After saying that, he stared at the casserole being dragged by Hong Qigong with one hand.
"You're calling me grandpa now? Go, go, it's time for the kid to go to bed." Hong Qigong walked straight to Dongzhang's table and placed the wine jar and casserole on the table with two "bang bang" sounds.
"Okay, you guys are eating alone and drinking! I'll tell Sister Long!" Lu Yao stared at the casserole with greed, knowing that he definitely didn't have his share, so he said harsh words.
"How dare you!" Dongzhang paused and stared at Lu Yao with an unkind look.
The latter stuck out his tongue, slammed the door, turned around and ran away: "See if I dare."
"..."
"Dongzhang, are you henpecked?" Hong Qigong said narrowly, staring at the young man with playful eyes.
The corner of Dongzhang's mouth twitched slightly: "That's not the case, old man, go call A Gang, it's midnight."
"Okay." Looking at the dog meat still boiling on the table, Gongsun Shi stopped what he was doing and went out to call A Gang.
Pulling out the empty bowl that was upside down on the table, Dongzhang filled the two of them with wine: "Where did you get it?"
Hong Qigong knew that he was asking about the dog meat in the casserole, but he didn't want to let go of the opportunity to tease him so easily. He smiled and said, "I can't tell. You still have this side of you, who is so rebellious."
Dongzhang's face froze when the latter said this, and he strategically raised his wine bowl and drank half of it.
Hong Qigong looked amused and said, "Are you hot?"
Dongzhang glared: "What the hell are you doing?"
"Well......"
"You are so vulgar."
After a while, Gongsun Shi took A Gang into the house. At this time, the fire was bright and the temperature was naturally not low. However, Dongzhang and Hong Qigong had already been protected from the cold and heat, so this temperature was nothing to them.
, and A Gang and Gongsun Shi had been dealing with fire all year round and were not afraid of the heat. The four of them shared the bowls and chopsticks around the square table, and several grown men sat in a corner and gathered together to light the stove.
Hong Qigong put a lot of spices into this dog meat, as well as a lot of mint leaves. The fragrance is very strong, making people move their index fingers.
Dongzhang knew that many people in later generations would not eat dog meat and thought it was cruel, but he himself did not resist or pursue it, and only ate it occasionally.
At this time, seeing that the meat was stewed over a slow fire until it became oily and fragrant, I couldn't help but pick up a piece with the skin on and put it into my mouth. I chewed it twice and said with a smile, "I didn't know you had such a skill."
"Hey, the old beggar knows a lot. Do you dare to eat the centipede?" Hong Qigong propped his feet on the chair and his mouth was full of oil.
A Gang and Gongsun Shi saw that both of them were using their chopsticks, so they started to eat. After a while, they looked satisfied, which showed that this dish made by Hong Qigong was very popular.
"Isn't it just for people to eat?"
Centipedes may only be regarded as poisons in this era, and everyone avoids them, but in later generations, the recipes can be published in a recipe book, so why would Dongzhang be afraid of them?
"Oh, who doesn't know how to brag? If you have the guts, just try it with the old beggar." Hong Qigong didn't believe it. In the original work, he once told Yang Guo that many self-proclaimed heroes and knights did not dare to try, that is,
He said he was afraid of death, but he didn't believe that Dongzhang was not afraid.
But the latter comes from the great celestial dynasty in later generations where everything is edible. How can he be afraid if he knows that this thing is really edible?
"Can we eat that food?" Gongsun Shi and A Gang asked in hindsight.
"Yes, it's good to send wine." Dongzhang nodded in response.
Staring at Dongzhang's indifferent expression, Hong Qigong finally believed that he had really eaten a centipede. He couldn't help but sigh: This kid is too evil. How dare he try such a deadly thing?
What else has he not tried?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, the four of them are like leisure men in the village. After a busy day of work, they gather together to drink and chat. The atmosphere is very harmonious. Gongsun Shi and A Gang
I was a little cautious at first because my seatmate was the famous Northern Beggar Hong Qigong.
But after Dong Zhang quarreled with Hong Qigong several times, the two of them drank some more wine, gradually became more courageous, and began to chat happily with Hong Qigong.
Hong Qigong has traveled all over the country for so many years and his experience cannot be short. Many of the things he said were things that A Gang and Gongsun Shi had never heard of. Dongzhang would always add a few words when he was stunned. The meaning was actually better than that of Hong Qigong.
Need to know more deeply.
The three of them couldn't help but be stunned, how old is he? Even if he started traveling from his mother's womb, he wouldn't have traveled so many places, right?
Dongzhang actually knows more thoroughly than Hong Qigong in many aspects, which is not surprising.
What they don't know is that in later generations, there is something called the "Internet". With it, one can learn about the customs and customs of people all over the world without leaving home. No wonder they are surprised.
Dongzhang came from a later generation, so Hong Qigong was naturally unable to compare with him in this respect.
Gongsun Shiagang also learned many strange things about the world from Dongzhang. Hong Qigong felt like he had found a confidant, pulling Dongzhang to chat non-stop.
............
late at night.
Outside Xiangyang City, an old man with gray hair but rosy complexion was walking along the forest path. As he walked, he murmured to himself: "Hey, hey, my old naughty boy is here. After a while, the little boy is here."
I don’t know what expressions Huang Rong and Guo Jing will have when they see me, it’s very interesting.”
After saying that, he speeded up and rushed towards Xiangyang City.
Guo Mansion.
"What? Guo Jing isn't here?!" the old naughty boy exclaimed, holding a trembling maid in one hand.
He was someone who never followed the usual path. After entering Xiangyang City, he hid in black clothes and broke into the Guo Mansion. He wanted to play a prank and scare the couple, but unexpectedly, a servant who asked casually said that Guo Jing was no longer here.
Guo Mansion, I don’t know what I went out to do.
"Oh, that won't be fun. Without Guo Jing, there will be less fun. Huang Rong is such a thief. I will definitely not be able to fight her. So where is Guo Jing?"
The old naughty boy said to himself, but the last sentence was addressed to the frightened maid.
"Go back to the uncle, I don't even know. He disappeared the day before yesterday. Why don't you go in and ask others?" The maid was full of desire for survival.
Suddenly the old naughty boy lost his interest and let go of the little maid, and said impatiently: "Don't ask, don't ask, I'll go..."
After saying that, he flew out of the high wall and disappeared without a trace, leaving the frightened maidservant staring at the empty high wall in fear, taking a breath, and soon shouted loudly: "Someone is coming! There is an assassin!"