Seeing Jiang Zhihao's actions, Murong Lanyi became even more unhappy.
It happened that Jiang Xinyue walked in at this time, otherwise, she couldn't help but punch Jiang Zhihao twice to make him wake up.
You are a man, what are you doing with this fear of being violated!
When Jiang Xinyue saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Zhihao's face turned red because of her smile. He quickly stood up and said, "Let's go and eat."
Jiang Xinyue laughed loudly, and Jiang Zhihao was a little angry, but couldn't say anything.
Jiang Chushan had already made rice, which was still the leftover chicken from lunch. However, he tore the chicken breast left over from lunch into strips and made Sichuan-flavored saliva chicken with millet pepper, screw pepper, Sichuan pepper, rattan pepper and other ingredients.
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The spicy and sour aroma hit his nostrils, and a pot of old wine was added to the stew. Although the smell of wine still lingered in Jiang Zhihao's mind, his appetite was greatly stimulated.
"Mr. Jiang, what are you doing, drink more?" Jiang Chushan asked.
"Drink..." Jiang Zhihao blurted out, but when he thought of Murong Lanyi, he immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it, I still have a headache after drinking at noon, so I won't drink at night."
"If you don't drink, the food will be tasteless. Just drink less." Jiang Chushan said, having already poured him a glass: "That's it. Drinking more won't hurt."
"That's okay." Jiang Zhihao is not a person who likes gossiping, so a glass of rice wine won't affect him much.
Drinking wine and eating meat, the surroundings are quiet. The sounds of chickens and dogs that used to be heard in the countryside can hardly be heard here.
Instead, the croaking of toads came and went in an endless stream.
"It's nice here, but it's too quiet. I guess the timid ones wouldn't dare to go out alone at night," Jiang Zhihao said.
Jiang Chushan laughed and said: "That's not necessarily the case. Although it is quiet, there are almost no bad people here. As for ghosts and the like, the so-called don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Mr. Jiang looks upright, shouldn't he?
Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"I'm not afraid of ghosts, I just said it casually." Jiang Zhihao said.
He thought to himself that he was reborn in the past. In a sense, he was the reincarnation of a ghost. How could he be afraid of these things?
Of course, whether there are ghosts or monsters in the world is another question.
In Jiang Zhihao's time, when science had developed to a certain height, something similar to spiritual energy was discovered through certain instruments.
This kind of thing is called by many people as evidence of the existence of souls, but due to limitations of technical means, it has been impossible to communicate with it.
The only thing that can be done is to bind the spiritual energy in a fixed area.
Jiang Zhihao really wants to develop this kind of technology. If one day he can really prove the existence of human souls, maybe he can see people from the past again.
For example, find Qin Shihuang and ask him what he felt when he unified the six kingdoms.
Ask Li Shimin if there was really a monk he sent to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures.
Let’s communicate with Li Bai again and ask him if there are really immortals in the world?
However, judging from the current situation, the development of this technology is just an entry point, and it is not yet known when it will be developed.
Even Jiang Zhihao himself has no direction and can only think about it in his heart.
Jiang Chushan did not advise him to drink too much. Alcohol is harmful to the body, just like smoking. You can use as little as possible.
After drinking a glass of wine, Jiang Zhihao felt a little tipsy, but it wasn't like he was so drunk that he fell asleep at noon.
After dinner, Jiang Chushan lit a bonfire in the yard and took out an erhu.