Sang Sang looked at Brother Bai, blankly, her thoughts drifting away.
She didn't know where Brother Bai came from so many strange new words.
I don’t even know where Brother Bai comes from with so many strange new things.
But Brother Bai is still the same person as before. I have seen him since he was a child, and after seeing him for a long time, he naturally likes him.
He couldn't explain why, but Sangsang always felt that the current Big Brother Bai was better than the original Big Brother Bai.
Instead of just reading and writing essays all day long, I am more interesting and have more skills outside of books.
But...
Sangsang blinked: "Brother Bai, how long has it been since you touched a book?"
The topic changed so quickly that Bai Song couldn't react for a moment: "Huh? Why do you suddenly ask?"
Sangsang frowned and looked very serious: "In the past, Brother Bai always held a book and didn't care about anything. He was full of nonsense, which was very boring. But now, although Brother Bai has many other interests, But don’t abandon books and ignore them…”
"Reading? I'm not very interested right now."
Unexpectedly, Bai Song responded casually, but it made Sangsang feel a little more dissatisfied, and the admiring eyes gradually turned into suspicion and confusion.
Perhaps in her heart, the old Brother Bai would never say such words.
The matter of time travel cannot be known to the second person.
I don’t know how Sang Sang will feel when she learns that the former Bai Song is dead.
Bai Song paused for a moment and then explained: "Hey, after going through so much, I finally understand. Reading is of little use. In the end, you can only live in a mansion. No matter how good you are in reading, without status, you still can't honor your ancestors. It is better to learn how to make money first, and when you have enough wealth, it will not be too late to go to school."
"Brother Bai, how can you say such depressing words? It was Brother Bai who told Sang Sang that today's emperor is only for his talents. As long as he studies well, he can prosper even if he has no status and background. Uncle Bai and Aunt Bai also look forward to Brother Bai. One day I can bring glory to our ancestors!"
Sang Sang suddenly became excited, with tears in her eyes, and firmly grabbed Bai Song's hand, "Brother Bai, joining the Lin family is just a temporary hardship. You can't give up on yourself. Now you have enough money to spend." , you don’t have to worry about life anymore. You should study hard now and try to take the provincial examination next year. Others don’t believe in Brother Bai, but Sangsang has always believed that Brother Bai can go to high school! You must never give up studying, and you can’t give up just because of a temporary predicament. Years of hard work!”
Bai Song was very surprised. He never thought that just by saying "study is useless", he could make the little fans around him feel disappointed.
The ancient people's respect for literati was deep in their bones. This heaviness was not something that a modern person in the Bai Song Dynasty could understand in a short period of time.
More importantly, the memories from before the Bai Song Dynasty have gradually become blurred.
But the girl in front of me, who had been paying attention to Big Brother Bai since she was a child, clearly remembers how many days Big Brother Bai studied hard during the day.
The words reminded Sangsang of the past.
Seeing Brother Bai holding a potato and wasting time in front of a vegetable garden, Xiao Nizi suddenly felt unhappy.
Sang Sang snatched the potatoes from Bai Song's hand: "Brother Bai, you are a scholar, how can you waste your time on a piece of loess?"
Bai Song smiled. This was the first time he saw this girl lose her temper.
"Sang Sang, who said that literati can't cultivate the land? Who said that facing the loess all day long is a waste of time? If the people in this world have no land, what will they eat and wear? Without food and clothing, what is the use of poetry and articles? I I told Bai Rou that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Reading more is not as good as seeing much. Instead of facing books all day long, it is better to go out and experience life more. There is nothing wrong with facing the loess and turning your back to the sky."
Sangsang was dissatisfied: "I don't know any famous people who can achieve something in a field?"
"You don't understand this! Literary men like to go out to look for inspiration. Brother Bai, I am also growing potatoes for inspiration! Hurry up and return my precious potatoes!"
Bai Song snatched the potatoes back and ignored them.
Sangsang detoured to Bai Song and said, "Brother Bai can only quibble!"
"Oh, don't believe it. Brother Bai can write you a poem right away."
"Liar!"
Bai Song found a hatchet nearby and began to cut the potatoes into pieces.
As he was chopping potatoes, he read out unhurriedly: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work."
Sang Sang was stunned for a moment and didn't speak for a long time.
Bai Song glanced back indifferently: "How is it? Brother Bai didn't lie to you, did he? If he didn't experience life and feel the suffering of farmers, how could he write such a poem?"
Sangsang was speechless. It wasn't that he thought the poetry was very good, but that Brother Bai had such ability, and he couldn't just let it go to waste.
I just don’t know how to persuade him right now.
Bai Song had already divided the potatoes.
Take two-thirds of a potato, divide it into twelve pieces, and carefully place them in the small vegetable garden.
There was one third left. Bai Song peeled it off and asked Sangsang if there was any oil?
Sang Sang was a little depressed, nodded, and took Bai Song to the kitchen.
When they got to the kitchen, Sangsang asked in a low voice: "Brother Bai, what are you using oil for?"
"Give your girl a taste of potatoes."
With that said, he picked up the fire stick on the stove and prepared to start a fire.
"Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
"Of course it's to start a fire and cook."
"What?"
"What's so strange about this."
"Brother Bai, this..."
Bai Song calmly lit the fire: "I know what you want to say, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen."
"Brother Bai, let Sangsang handle these matters."
"If you really have to stay away from the kitchen to be considered a gentleman, then you, Brother Bai, don't even bother to be such a gentleman."
"..."
Sang Sang was speechless for a moment. This statement was different from "study is useless". Looking at Brother Bai's back, Sang Sang felt an unusual bearing, full of disdain for the so-called gentlemen in the world, and an unparalleled self-confidence.
…
Everything unfolds inadvertently.
"Stop looking! Men who do housework are the most handsome. No need for Sangsang to tell you, Brother Bai knows it himself!"
Bai Song turned around and joked, and Sangsang came back from his trance.
"Ah!" Sangsang's face turned a little red.
"Seeing that you have been working hard for so many days, Brother Bai will personally cook a meal for you today as a reward for your hard work."
Where can half a potato be enough?
Taking advantage of the break of steaming rice, I asked Sangsang to go outside and buy an old hen.
Then he started to show off his cooking skills.
Sangsang has never seen anyone who is so particular about cooking.
An old hen, chicken bones and soup, diced leg meat and stir-fried, chicken breast minced into puree, mixed with flour and kneaded into meatballs, chicken skin used to refine oil, and a plate of crispy and tender shredded potatoes stir-fried with fresh chicken oil.
The work was finished in half an hour, two dishes and one soup, a standard lunch for two.
There is a table of side dishes in the back garden, with the cool breeze blowing, looking at the green mountains and green water in the distance, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, guarding a vegetable garden, accompanied by the girl next door, this scene is worthy of a glass of wine.
These days in ancient times have come, so that this moment is worthy of the ancient scenery in Bai Song's heart.
Taking out a small bottle of Moutai and carefully pouring himself a glass, Bai Song felt indescribably satisfied.
"Sang Sang, come and try Brother Bai's craftsmanship."
Sang Sang was already in a mess. Smelling the smell of the side dishes on the table, she swallowed so much saliva!
Is this still Big Brother Bai?
Why can’t Brother Bai now know everything except reading?
Bai Song couldn't wait for a long time. He was extremely dissatisfied with the food of this era.
The food in Lin Mansion is not good, and the food in Mang County Restaurant is not good either.
Then you have to do it yourself.
Sure enough, the food made by oneself is more pleasing to the eye. Even if there are not many seasonings, as modern people, we know better how to reflect the taste of the ingredients.
Bai Song first gave Sangsang some shredded potatoes, and then took a bite himself.
The taste is a bit bland, but the taste is better, far better than the big fish and meat eaten at Sanyuan Restaurant.
The key point is that the taste of potatoes is a kind of memory, which gives him a faint connection with the distant world. Suddenly, he is filled with emotions and can't help but drink Moutai in one gulp.
"Brother Bai, this wine tastes really good."
Bai Song was in a happy mood and poured a glass for Sangsang: "Try it."
Sang Sang was curious and imitated Brother Bai, taking a bite of shredded potatoes and taking a sip of wine.
The shredded potatoes are crisp, refreshing and delicious.
But the wine was a bit too hot, spicy and pungent, causing Sangsang's pretty face to turn red and almost burst into tears.
"How about it?"
Bai Song looked forward to it.
Sang Sang frowned for a long time before she recovered. Just as she was about to answer, she suddenly pointed behind Bai Song: "There is someone!"
Bai Song looked back and saw a person climbing over the wall to enter the courtyard.
"Someone climbs over the wall and breaks into the house at any time of the day. How brave they are."
Bai Song walked over quickly and saw that the thief was clumsy in his hands and feet. When he came down from the courtyard wall, he was a little timid hanging on the wall with one hand.
Bai Song went up and grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him off.
Just as he was about to hit someone, he suddenly realized that the thief was an old man.
"Don't fight, don't fight..." The old man was caught and was begging for mercy.
The voice still sounds a bit familiar.
After taking a closer look, I remembered that this thief was the old man I met at Sanyuan Restaurant a few days ago.
"Old man, what do you mean by climbing over the wall?"
"The aroma of wine, the aroma of wine! When I smelled the aroma of wine in this courtyard, I couldn't help but climb over the wall to have a look."
Bai Song was speechless for a while, then slowly let go.
The old man showed no signs of timidity and turned around and began to smell around, as if he was seriously searching for the source of the aroma of wine.
After a while, the old man's eyes fell on Bai Song.
After looking at Bai Song carefully, he suddenly realized: "You are the boy from the restaurant in the county!"
Bai Song smiled, taking it as an admission.
Not wanting the old man to grab Bai Song's hand.
Despite his age, this old guy's hands are astonishingly strong, like a pair of iron pliers, making it impossible to move even a single inch.
"Boy, you said you would give me real good wine to drink. I remember you said that the wine in this county is light and turbid, but you have a good wine that is as clear as water and has an intoxicating aroma! I didn't believe it before,
Now I believe it! This wine has a fragrant smell and has crossed the courtyard to the street. It is really rare in the world. My boy, please take out the wine quickly. As long as I let me have a taste, I will agree to any conditions."
After that, the old man took off the jade belt as a reward.