On the other side of Han and Jiang, they noticed that there were several scholars with singers coming next to them.

Those scholars who were either rich or noble in seeing through it also noticed them.

On one side, I sat on the ground and ate sesame cake, pork head, and green onions.

On the other side, I sat on the exquisite folding chair, with all the wine, hot tea, and desserts and preserved fruits.

Among those rich scholars, a young scholar wearing a long Su silk gown and a hollow golden silk sachet, looked at Han Jiang and saw the other two, holding sesame cakes and green onions, eating sweetly, and couldn't help but feel a little disdain on his face.

At that moment, he laughed at the singer beside him and said, "Eat raw green onions and smoke the doctor to death! Miss Xiuqin, if I eat green onions, would you still let me sit next to you?"

The singer covered her mouth, smiled slightly, and did not speak.

The young scholar spoke in a loud voice, just enough for Han Jiang and the others beside him to hear it.

Han Kezhong was older and frowned and said he didn't hear it.

Jiang Hongye was a teenager's mind and his eyes immediately stood up.

"Why is Brother Cui not at all right?" At this time, among the wealthy scholars, a scholar in his twenties, with a handsome and elegant figure, who seemed to be the leader, spoke.

Then, the scholar turned around and bowed to Han and Jiang, "Don't blame me, my virtuous brother is a little frivolous and offended me!"

Jiang Hongye snorted coldly, Han Kezhong smiled honestly, "It's okay!" As he said that, he put down the food in his hand, as if he had plans to pack up his things and leave.

The scholar stood up again and said, "The two are also scholars who went to Beijing to participate in the palace examination?" He said, and said with a smile, "Let's go, Yang Rong, Fujian, how can you ask the two names of Gao?"

The scholar named Yang Rong is graceful and has extraordinary charm. At first glance, he is a young master raised by the family of officials from generation to generation.

Han Kezhong did not dare to neglect, so he also stood up and saluted, "Han Kezhong is from Shandong." As he said that, he pointed to Jiang Hongye, "This is my fellow villager, Jiang Hongye!"

Jiang Hongye bowed to Yang Rong, which was considered a greeting.

Yang Rong smiled heartily, "Since we are all scholars, it is better to meet each other by chance than to invite each other and come and join us!"

"No, no!" Han Kezhong smiled, "I have finished eating and will go back soon!"

"Brother Han doesn't need to refuse!" Yang Rong said with a smile.

"It's really no need!" Han Kezhong was honest and honest, and he didn't know how to say anything polite. In addition, the other party's demeanor was far superior to his side, so he didn't dare to stick to it. "Brother Yang, you eat it, we've really eaten it!"

As he said that, he kept urging Jiang Hongye with his eyes.

The latter was dissatisfied and said to himself, "Brother Han is really. He obviously chose this good place first, but he has to make it for those people! It's so rich! Humph!"

At this time, the scholar surnamed Cui spoke again with the rich scholar, "Brother Yang, since he doesn't come, why bother to force me!" As he said that, he smiled and said, "It's not sweet to make me feel so hard! Besides, I can't even talk about it together!"

His words were very playful, but they were a little distorted by others. Not only were they provocative, but they also ridiculed the asymmetry of the two sides.

Han Kezhong didn't say anything. Jiang Hongye was already a hot temper, so he couldn't resist it now. He spoke sarcastically, "Yes, I ate the onion, I'm afraid that I'll open my mouth and I'll kill you, a little doctor!"

The scholar surnamed Cui has been used to being pampered since childhood, so he has never suffered such a thing. He immediately turned a cold face, "Who are you scolding?"

"I'll just scold you?" Jiang Hongye spread his hands.

"Brother!" Han Kezhong grabbed Jiang Hongye and advised, "Say less!"

Yang Rong also scolded the scholar surnamed Cui, "Brother, why are you so rude? You have been studying in the Imperial College for several years, but you have not learned much about your knowledge, but your eyes have grown on your head!"

As he said that, he clasped his fists and said to Han and Jiang, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay!" Han Kezhong smiled and began to bend down to pack up his things.

Jiang Hongye glanced at the scholar surnamed Cui again with anger, but he didn't speak any further.

Yang Rong shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, and returned to sit down.

The scholar surnamed Cui was still a little reluctant. He glared at Jiang Hongye for a while, and said to the people around him with a smile, "I have gained some knowledge in the past few years. The so-called six arts of a gentleman, food is a ritual!"

"The families who are slightly more accommodating in Jiangnan always eat at a meal with a plate of dishes, using public chopsticks to spread the dishes!"

"But those northern families, tsk, the soup is sticky and the soup is sticky and the chopsticks are all put together. Then it is not a meal, it is just a saliva!"

"Also, we are not only talking about food or sleep. They not only make loud noises in their meals, but also have to smack their lips!"

As he said that, the scholar surnamed Cui frowned and said, "You have never heard that sound before, it's simply...tsk tsk!"

"Not mentioning this, I was studying in the Imperial College and I often saw those northern scholars, including cabbage, radish, green onions, and they were eaten raw, and they were given to them after being stinky sauce. After eating, they still talked to others shamelessly, but no one knew that it was stinky!"

"And that raw garlic, oh, I can't say it, my brain hurts when I say it!"

Suddenly, Jiang Hongye, who bent down to pack up his things, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "I'm waiting to eat onions, what's your business?"

"Annoying!" The scholar surnamed Cui unfolded his folding fan and met tit-for-tat.

"I didn't let you see it!" Jiang Hongye said angrily.

"Look!" The scholar surnamed Cui smiled slightly, ignored Jiang Hongye, and turned to say to others, "When a young man was studying at home, he heard people say that northerners were vulgar, and he would blew his beard and glar at any disagreement. Look, isn't this coming?"

"You......" Jiang Hongye became even more angry, his hands fisted, "You are so rude, are you going to fight?"

"You reason with him, he is louder than you. It seems to be very brave. Haha, when we were the Southern people holding up the banner of righteousness and expelling the Tartars, they were still serving as obedient people in their hometown and helped the Mongolian Yuan fight us!" Cui Shusheng continued to smile at others, "It's really ridiculous!"

"I..." Jiang Hongye was so angry that his hometown accent blurted out.

"Brother!" Han Kezhong grabbed him suddenly. Jiang Hongye was pulled by the other party and blushed. "Brother Han, I can't bear it!"

"Brother!" Han Kezhong also said to Cui Shusheng with a stern face, "I know you can't stand my eating onions, and I'll sweep your excitement next to you. We brothers are just leaving. Why do you have to sarcastically? It's fine if you sarcastically, why do you still criticize the north and criticize the north? It makes us so unbearable to the north!"

The scholar surnamed Cui snorted and picked up a piece of exquisite pastry, "I was wrong. What I said is not a real thing?"

Han Kezhong stepped forward slightly, and in front of Jiang Hongye, who was trembling all over, "I don't want to talk to you anymore, and I don't want to have a verbal dispute, but you're really bullying too much."

"The people in the world who were tyrannical in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty were living in poverty. The Red Turban Army, which was the first to rise up, aren't you southerners?"

"Henan has been fighting for years, and nine out of ten men in the Central Plains are empty. The Mongol Yuan regards it as a major concern. Hundreds of thousands of troops suppressed it, but none of them surrendered and all fought to the death. The founding of the country, and the Supreme Emperor also issued a sage to establish a temple of heroes. Is it so unbearable in your mouth?"

"The Henan Red Turban Army will not say that, but led the Central Plains men to the north to fight, burning Mr. Guan from the hometown of Emperor Beiyuan. Aren't we northerners?"
Chapter completed!