"This thing is very clever." said the god of agriculture. "You don't have enough flesh to fill the gap between your teeth."
The dog barked a few words into the air, but was stopped by Yu Sheng.
Wang Wulang said: "People are very sensitive to the food cooked by my mother, and they can taste the difference if there is any slight difference."
He said: "You have to ask carefully and find out everything from the vegetables to the techniques and even the seasonings."
Yu Sheng said: "I've already asked, and the only seasonings are peacegrass and coarse salt."
The people of Dahuang also call green onion the peace grass. It was originally a kind of grass in Dahuang. It was later tasted by Shennong and spread throughout the world.
The God of Agriculture asked him, "What kind of onions did you use?"
"Chang Cong."
"That's not right. He was born in a mountain village. You should use mountain onions." The God of Agriculture said.
"differ greatly?"
The God of Agriculture has a clear understanding of crops, "Mountain onions have thin stems and large leaves, and their food is more fragrant and beautiful than regular onions."
Without waiting for Yu Sheng to go check the system, the God of Agriculture said again: "There is a little spot behind the peach blossom forest, and Orion Li Laosan has just picked up the light."
Yu Sheng said: "Do you know all this?"
The God of Agriculture said: "That is, I can't tell you what is edible and what is not edible around the town."
He pointed to the west of the town: "The bamboo forest is in bloom now."
Yu Sheng shook his head, "The bamboo rats are making a fuss, and no one dares to enter the forest."
Bringing the topic back to random cooking, Wang Wulang said: "It's also possible that it has something to do with pots."
I will keep them all in mind for the rest of my life and decide to try them all tomorrow.
The God of Agriculture and Wang Wulang stayed for a while. Before they said goodbye, Wang Wulang remembered something.
"The big demon in Demon City didn't know if he took the wrong medicine, and he wants to dig up the river dam again."
"You guys in this town, please be careful and don't accidentally get washed away by the water." Wang Wulang said.
Yu Sheng remembered it, and after sending them away, he turned a blind eye to the female ghosts wandering around, turned off the lights and went upstairs.
He yawned and when passing by Ye Zigao's room, he heard that the two people inside were still asleep.
I didn't want to talk to him for the rest of my life, but I kept saying "This butt is so big".
He stood still and signaled the dog to calm down. He heard Zi Zi Gao say: "This is a good trick. I'll try it next time I go to a brothel."
"No, no," the little old man said, "This posture requires extra money at Xunweizhai."
Ye Zigao didn't know much about Yangzhou City, so he said, "Isn't Xunweizhai for eating?"
"Xunweizhai has a lot of business, including eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and slave trading," the little old man said.
"Then go to another brothel." Ye Zigao said.
"There is only one brothel in Yangzhou City, and other skin and meat businesses are scattered throughout the city, commonly known as yards."
Yu Sheng suddenly realized, no wonder Chu Sheng immediately admitted it when Zhou Dafu said something about the yard the day before yesterday.
The little old man was obviously a regular customer, "If you want to relieve your desires, Xunweizhai is good, but if you want to have fun, the courtyard is definitely the place."
"Why?" Ye Zigao asked shamelessly.
"Most of the women in Xunweizhai are slaves collected from all over the place. They dare not disobey orders. Whatever you say will be yours."
"The girls in the courtyard make their own decisions. You can have a chat, talk about your feelings, and relax at the same time."
"But they have a lot of rules. If you don't accept them if you are too young, or if you are not tall enough, you, the shopkeeper, will definitely not be able to go." The little old man named them emphatically.
It's not my fault that Yu Sheng is so angry, Aunt Qing said, it's because he hasn't grown up yet.
Aunt Qing also said that his mother was very handsome and he would definitely follow her in the future.
The little old man continued inside: "The most famous of these courtyards are the four courtyards, namely Chun Tang Courtyard, Qiutang Courtyard..."
Before he could say anything about the courtyard behind him, the door was pushed open, and Ye Zi quickly stuffed the book under the bed with his quick eyes and quick hands.
"Dare you arrange it..." Yu Sheng stopped because the little old man was naked and next to Ye Zi.
"Little Ye Zi, it's for both men and women." Yu Sheng said.
Only then did Ye Zigao see their postures, "Go, go, go back to your bed." Ye Zigao kicked the little old man away.
"Shopkeeper, please don't spread rumors, I'm not interested in men." Ye Zi was afraid that his reputation would be ruined.
Yu Sheng said: "If you dare to arrange this for me, the shopkeeper, come out and stand on your head."
Ye Zigao pointed at the little old man, "What he said has nothing to do with me."
The little old man lay down on the bed and said, "You kid is telling lies, how dare the old man arrange to be the shopkeeper?"
"If you don't tell the truth, you might be thrown into the city." Yu Sheng said.
The little old man stood up quickly, "I accept the punishment. I accept the punishment. I am the little shopkeeper. Look at the old man's body..."
That’s right, don’t turn around and stand on your head. “Then I’ll punish you by telling Ye Zigao five times that you like him and that you two will be together forever.”
Ye Zigao and the little old man looked at each other, "Hey," Ye Zigao said, "Shopkeeper, you are so disgusting."
"You are disgusting. What were you looking at just now?" Yu Sheng said.
"No, it's nothing. We are just discussing some principles of life."
"Really?" Yu Sheng leaned over and picked up the book that the dog had taken out.
"Nine-tailed turtle?"
Yu Sheng was startled. He opened the book and read on the first page: You have a book in hand, you have a brothel.
There is another line of small words: Getting to know a city starts from the brothel.
There is also an eyebrow mark on this page, and one person wrote in red pen: Guide to brothels, history of flowers - Zhou Baichuan Liu.
The following words are more straightforward: it allows you to easily pretend to be a regular client of the brothel.
Another ink pen left a message at the end of the page: Some things cannot be faked the first time.
This person did not leave a name.
Yu Sheng turned over a page and it read: Going to a brothel with nothing will not work.
This act is written in blood.
There is another eyebrow review: Xunweizhai Xiaoxiao is good, temporarily designated as a good product...
"I thought you bought some book, but it turned out to be this." Yu Sheng said.
Ye Zi said: "Shopkeeper, you bought this."
"You were the one who led me astray. No wonder that ghost woman said to me that people with small ambitions are not limited."
"Where's the other one?" Yu Sheng asked.
Ye Zigao was reluctant, and when he saw the dog moving, he had no choice but to hand it over himself.
This book "Jian Deng Ji" is much cleaner, there is no messy blood book.
He threw "The Nine-Tailed Turtle" to Ye Zigao, "The money for the book will be deducted from your wages."
"Why." Ye Zigao said, the two books are expensive.
"Hey, old man, you haven't accepted your punishment yet." Yu Sheng said.
Ye Zigao then fell silent and spent the rest of his life studying the principles of life with "The Lamp Cut" in his pocket.
The next day, after Yu Sheng sent Bai Gao and they left, they went to Li Laosan's house to get mountain green onions.
Saying hello to Li Zheng who was taking a walk, and just about to go back to make some soup in the morning light, he heard a crisp bird song coming from the west of the town.
Looking up, Yu Sheng saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face, his hands behind his back and walking steadily across the stone bridge.
On his shoulder stood a bird, jumping and chirping.
The old man dared to walk through the wilderness at night. This old man was not a good person. Although his sword bag did not stop him, he did not say hello for the rest of his life.
The old man stood still in front of the inn, glanced at the inn sign and then looked up at the east end of the street.
Yu Sheng followed his gaze and saw another old man walking from the east end of the street.
Although the old man had gray hair, he was not in good spirits. He was hobbling over with a cane.
"Brother Mu, are you okay?" The gray-haired old man asked after the gray-haired old man approached.
"Brother Mu, I have holes in my feet, so it's inconvenient." The gray-haired old man cupped his hands, "Brother Mu has been looking up to me for a long time."
"Soon, soon." The white-haired old man also handed over his hand.
Stay where you are for the rest of your life, looking around.
The white-haired old man asked him, "Little young man, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking for Mu Di." Yu Sheng said, what the hell is Jiu Yang?
"This is our purpose." The white-haired old man pointed at the inn.
Without waiting for Yu Sheng's reception, the two old men entered the inn.
"Shopkeeper, two bowls of white soup," the white-haired old man said.
"White soup?"
Birds were jumping on the shoulders and chirping crisply, and the white-haired old man said again: "It is also called soy milk."
"Oh, wait a minute." After Yu Sheng wiped the table and asked them to sit down, he walked into the kitchen with a handful of green onions in confusion.