"Master Yuan, are we really going?" the old man asked in surprise.
Yuan Tiangang brushed his sleeves and sneered: "Go! Why not go! Even if it is not for the sake of Sanyuan County! We should find this person as soon as possible. He has ruined the reputation of the Taoist sect under my eyes. How can I spare him lightly?"
"...Okay, I'll go right away!" The old man muttered and left in a hurry. Although he was much older than Yuan Tiangang, he really didn't have any temper under Yuan Tiangang.
"The prosperous age is approaching and the world is booming. Will the Taoist sect also catch up with this trend? Has the motto of the founder really come true for him?"
The old man left, and only Yuan Tiangang was left muttering to himself in the yard. Perhaps a few birds on the eaves heard this, but they just tilted their heads and glanced at the strange man in the yard.
Flap your wings and fly away. Winter is here, and it’s time to find more food to survive this cold season.
Standing in the small courtyard, shaking his head and thinking to no avail, Yuan Tiangang had no choice but to sigh and return to the study. Half of the roast chicken was not finished yet...
The sun is setting in the west, and the city of Chang'an has become lively. Instead of rushing to the night market like later generations, everyone is hurriedly walking out of the city!
Leaving the city is a big deal! When the time comes, the city gate is closed, and you can't leave even if you want to! If anyone is still wandering on the street after the curfew starts, and is caught by Marquis Wu, there is no way he can escape with a whip!
After coming out of Yuan Tiangang's place, Xiao Han originally thought of just finding an inn to stay, but then he thought about it and felt it was wrong. What if Changsun Wuji was waiting for him? So he hesitated and had to go back the way he came.
Changsun Wuji's family.
Crossing a street, you can see Changsun Wuji's tall mansion in the distance. At the door, a man was looking around. Suddenly he saw Xiao Han's bicycle frame. He was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly asked the concierge to remove the threshold, while he
He greeted him from a distance.
"Oh, your distinguished guest is back. Come in and have a rest. The master of the house specially hired a chef from Baihua Pavilion to prepare a dinner for your guest today..." The butler was as attentive as a hotel waiter who had received a reward. He trotted over and came to the front.
, and did not forget to help the fool hold the horse so that Xiao Han could jump off.
The housekeeper really didn't know who this man was, and thought he was a nobody at first. But when his master came to greet him in person, he automatically upgraded Xiao Han to a higher level.
And when the master asked him to invite outsiders to cook and entertain Xiao Han, Xiao Han's status in the eyes of the housekeeper had been infinitely higher. Could this be his majesty's illegitimate son? The housekeeper thought so...
Xiao Han didn't know the dirty thoughts in the housekeeper's mind, so he jumped out of the car holding the carriage and moved his body on the ground. It was really cold sitting in the car with ventilation everywhere today...
"Lord Changsun, you are so polite. It's not just eating, why bother with it!" After moving his hands and feet, Xiao Han smiled and said politely to the housekeeper.
The butler quickly replied with a smile: "It's different, it's different, so that the guests can know that Baihua Pavilion has never sent people outside before! But today I heard that Mr. Marquis is coming, so I quickly packed my things and followed you!"
The little people on the road heard them say that the food at the guest's house is so good that even the chef of Baihua Pavilion wants to learn it but can't get it!"
"Haha, as expected of everyone, he speaks nicely!" Xiao Han laughed out loud at the compliment. What he is most proud of now is his own food. He doesn't know when his reputation spread. Anyway, when he was in Chang'an,
Anyone who goes to his house as a guest will hold on to the wall after eating. Well, there are also some who drink too much and carry them out...
"Hehe... Your guest is welcome!" The butler smiled obsequiously, and then hurriedly stepped forward to guide Xiao Han, and Xiao Han was naturally obedient.
I don’t know whether Changsun Wuji did this specially to entertain Xiao Han, or whether their family had already adopted the big table dining mode. Anyway, while the servants were washing their hands, Xiao Han saw Changsun Wuji after entering the restaurant.
Ji was already reading in front of a big table and waiting for Xiao Han.
Walking over and sitting down, Xiao Han looked around and saw no one else, not even Queen Changsun was there. She didn't know whether she had gone home or was not sitting at the same table with Xiao Han.
Changsun Wuji heard the sound, looked up at Xiao Han, handed the book in his hand to the servant waiting behind him, smiled and said, "You must be hungry!"
Xiao Han touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything since I've been running all day. I haven't felt anything since I was busy. As soon as I heard about eating, my stomach started to growl immediately!"
"Hahaha..." Changsun Wuji laughed out loud at Xiao Han's amusement, and then waved his hand to ask the servants to prepare the dishes.
A long time ago, including in his previous life, Xiao Han, who was munching pickles, was always curious about what the rich eat. Shark's fins and bird's nests every day? Isn't that enough to make up for death? But if you eat millet porridge for a meal, it's too much to remember the bitterness and think of the sweetness...
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Later, it wasn't until he came here that Xiao Han realized that the ancients really didn't have many tricks when it came to eating...
As the servants down the hall shouted for the food to be served, the beautifully dressed maids filed in one by one. Suddenly, the room was full of warblers, and Xiao Han was dumbfounded.
However, the good days did not last long. In just a short while, everyone in the room disappeared again, leaving only a table full of dishes and Xiao Han, who was trying hard not to look out...
Xiao Han's appearance fell in Changsun Wuji's eyes, and the old fox thought thoughtfully: Those people are indeed right, they can't let this boy see women. Fortunately, I have an extra thought, so that they don't have to wait and eat today.
, or... tsk tsk!
Xiao Han didn't know that Changsun Wuji always had someone to help him with tea and water when he was eating. He just said that he was doing it by himself, just like he was at home, and had enough food and clothing. At this moment, the food was ready, and he was really hungry, so he was not polite.
, I picked up the bowl and just ate and drank. As for the taste, don’t care, it’s important to have a full stomach now.
Speaking of which, the dishes on the table prepared by Changsun Wuji include fish and meat. Although everything is exquisitely cooked, it always feels like people in the village eating banquet noodles, which is monotonous and boring! If you are tired of eating, you can even try some vegetables.
No, before Dapeng vegetables were invented, eating some green vegetables in winter was indeed a luxury.
When a large bowl of rice entered his stomach, Xiao Han's speed immediately slowed down.
There are no stir-fried dishes, other than boiling or stewing. Just think about it, the taste is not much better? So once the stomach is half full, the appetite immediately drops. Looking at the table of dishes, Xiao Han doesn’t know which one to eat.
, seems to be quite boring. No wonder the rich people in ancient times in the pictures were all fat and big-eared. They were very festive! Eating this every day can even make a thin monkey fat.
Changsun Wuji knew that Xiao Han was delicious, so he specially invited outsiders to cook it. However, when he saw that Xiao Han only ate a little, he stopped, and he knew that it was definitely not to his taste. There was nothing he could do about it.
Anyone who has tasted the food at home will never forget it. Compared with the food in other places, there is indeed a big gap.
The good wine brought by Xiao Han was placed on the table. This was real good wine. It was by no means a quick-finished product made by Xiao Han before. It was fermented with harvested sorghum and rice and was made in the first pot! Only three bottles came out.
Jars of wine, one jar was used when tasting the wine, and the remaining two jars are here. Although the wine containers are a bit crude, who knew that these two jars of wine are almost the best wine in the world today?
Then he ruthlessly took the two jars of wine with him, originally planning to give them as gifts to the Xue family. Unexpectedly, in the end, Changsun Wuji got an advantage in vain. His eyes lit up as soon as he opened the jar, and he calmly let the housekeeper hold him.
After just one visit, you will know that this guy is also a wine connoisseur.
Changsun Wuji's drinking was very interesting. It was different from Chai Shao's boldness, Liu Hongji's cow drinking, and Li Shimin's light drinking. He held up the cup, took a small sip, and sipped it in a very rhythmic manner. He closed his eyes slightly and chatted with Xiao Han.
Some homely stuff.
He didn't say a word about what happened in the court, nor did he mention the topic in the army. He just lamented that winter came too quickly, and there were too many people lighting stoves recently. Maybe Xiao Han was absent-minded in the end.
He put down his chopsticks, drank the last sip of wine, and asked the butler to take Xiao Han to rest, while he took the remaining half jar of wine and disappeared to nowhere.
Chang'an's Jingjie Drum sounded, 108 times leisurely. Xiao Han had long thought that the Jingjie Drum was just played by a group of waist drummers walking around the streets holding drums. Only later did he realize how ridiculous this idea was.
There is a Drum Tower in Chang'an. On the central axis of Chang'an, the big drum is beaten every day at one or three o'clock.
Of course, the big drum is not played randomly. The way of beating the drum is very interesting. Eighteen times tightly, eighteen times slowly, eighteen times leisurely and again. Do this twice, for a total of 108 times.
Here is some popular science: The ancients used 108 sounds to represent a year, which has 12 months, 24 solar terms, and 72 Hous (the ancients called five days one Hou, six Hous one month, and one year seventy-two Hous).
The numbers add up to 108.
Chang'an night, Chang'an night.
Countless people in later generations racked their brains to imagine how beautiful Chang'an was for more than a thousand years, and wrote many poems and songs about it, but in fact, Chang'an's night is really not that interesting...
There is no crowded night market, there are no groups of beauties, there are only young people playing a hide-and-seek game with Wu Hou. Of course, the price of this game is not cheap...
In the first-class guest room of Changsun's house, Xiao Han laboriously moved an unknown plant placed on the window sill underground, opened the window, and saw a bright moon outside the window, which was exceptionally bright in the night without any light pollution!
In Xue Pan's embroidery building, Xue Pan was also looking at the moon in the sky, and Xiao Ai next to him was chewing chicken wings, making a noisy noise.
Xue Pan knew that Xiao Ai had always been like this, he liked to chew bones, and after chewing, he would crush the small bones into pieces, as if he had to squeeze out all the flavor from the bones.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Miss, go to sleep quickly..." Xiao Ai chewed the bone in her mouth and said something inarticulately.
