After eating a large bowl of braised noodles, Wang Baobao's body was filled with strength again, and even his ailments were much better.
It’s the food from my hometown that nourishes people!
"I, I want to take a walk."
The soldiers responsible for the escort quickly agreed that with Wang Baobao's current condition, he wouldn't be able to run very far if he wanted to. They even thoughtfully prepared a carriage so that when he got tired of walking, he could get in and sit in the carriage.
After more than twenty years, Wang Baobao was finally able to observe the place where he grew up again. The feeling was indescribable.
Gushi County has undergone changes, with more streets, much better houses, and even many more workshops, such as carriage and horse shops, carpentry shops, etc.
But there are some places that have not changed. For example, the Chenghuang Temple is still there. The ethereal incense reminds Wang Baobao of his childhood, when his mother took them here to burn incense and pray for blessings.
By the way, the bluestone at the entrance of the City God's Temple was still there. Wang Baobao fumbled with it and sat down. He stroked the same rough stone with his rough hands.
He found a small pit on the stone, as big as a thumb...Wang Baobao grinned. It was this small pit. When he was sitting, he liked to put walnuts in the pit, smash them and eat the kernels.
After so many years, the rocks are still there, the small pits are still there, nothing has changed...but everything has changed.
At the beginning, the most my mother could do was to pray for God's blessing so that her child could prosper and become a great person.
Facts have proved that the gods are quite effective.
After Wang Baobao came of age, he encountered the Red Turban Rebellion. At that time, powerful and powerful people were raging in various places. Some people joined the Red Turban to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty.
There were also people who stood on the side of the Yuan Dynasty and wiped out the rebels.
As a Mongolian, he naturally followed his uncle and godfather Chahan Timur to deal with the rebels together.
They fought and galloped, and the red scarf of Nansuo, the red scarf of Beisuo, and Liu Futong were all beaten to pieces by them.
Chahan Timur's official position continued to rise and he became the most powerful faction in the Yuan Dynasty.
If they hadn't failed in the decisive battle in the Central Plains, they might even have become a figure like Emperor Wu of Wei.
However, even if Chahan died, Wang Baobao, who inherited the inheritance, still climbed to the position of King of Henan and Prime Minister Zuo of Zhongshu, becoming the last pillar of the Yuan Dynasty, maintaining the country's power and dignity.
Until now, he was defeated and captured, and returned to his hometown.
The experience of these decades is like a dream... Wang Baobao remembered a play called Handan Dream, which seemed to be about this.
In order to enlighten a scholar, Lu Dongbin gave him a pillow.
The scholar was lying on it, and in a dream, he took the imperial examination, married a beautiful woman, became a high official, and enjoyed great glory. He lived to be over eighty years old, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and was awarded the title of Grand Master...
When I finally woke up from my dream, the yellow rice cooked next to me was not yet cooked.
Maybe you are that Lu Sheng, and the next moment you wake up from a dream, a god will come to you, transform yourself, and ascend to the fairy world!
Thinking of this, Wang Baobao actually grinned.
He didn't wait for the gods, but he smelled a strong fragrance. This fragrance was particularly mellow, and it penetrated the five senses, opened the seven orifices, and went directly into the head.
It smells really good.
Wang Baobao hurriedly looked up and saw that the source of the aroma was a restaurant. The store was not big and only sold goose meat.
Gushi goose meat!
Wang Baobao's interest immediately arose.
The goose of Gushi is famous all over the world. It is said that King Luo Bin’s goose chant was about the goose of Gushi.
Others say that when Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty went south, he was served more than a thousand delicacies, and the most popular one among the nobles was Gushi’s goose meat.
It seems that famous people in history all have the task of endorsing food.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, Gushi goose meat is indeed very famous.
The geese here are of good quality and the breeding is exquisite. When they were young, they were raised outside and ate weeds. When they were fattened, they were even fed with rice grains.
Growing up on a diet of grain, the meat is plump and tender, and the taste is mellow. Needless to say, the dishes made from it are unparalleled.
Wang Baobao remembered that when he was a child, his favorite food was goose meat. However, his family was not very wealthy at that time and could only eat one or two meals a year.
But every time he eats it, he has endless aftertaste.
Without goose meat, this year would have been in vain.
Finally, I came across goose meat again, and I still couldn’t miss it. It’s just that goose meat is different from braised noodles, and the price is not cheap. Wang Baobao thought for a while, reached out and pulled out a ring embedded with gems.
"Please order a few tables of geese for our whole family to try."
The escorting soldier nodded, "I have to ask if they will accept the ring... It's really difficult for us to pay for it."
A soldier took the ring and went to the restaurant. After a while, he came out with a smile and said, "I'm lucky. There is a guy who thought the ring was good and gave him twenty pieces, which is enough to buy a goose banquet for four tables."
Wang Baobao was startled. His ring was said to have been snatched from Khwarezm and passed down for hundreds of years. Is it worth twenty rings?
Forget it!
People under low eaves have to bow their heads.
If he could treat his family to a meal of authentic goose meat, it would be worth the extra expense. Anyway, he was a prisoner now, so what else could he think about?
Wang Baobao followed the soldiers into the restaurant. He sat down and waited for the food to be served... Near the window, there was a little fat man sitting there, enjoying his meal.
The aroma of goose meat wafted in front of Wang Baobao. The little fat man ate the goose meat with big mouthfuls, which made Wang Baobao look hungry.
He also noticed that the little fat man's finger was wearing his ring.
Wang Baobao moved slightly and took the initiative to come over.
"Brother, do you know the origin of this ring?"
The little fat man didn't even raise his head, just munched on the goose leg, and said casually: "What else can it be? Isn't it just one unlucky guy who passed it on to another unlucky guy? If I didn't feel sorry for you, I wouldn't have paid any money."
If you want it, I think it’s unlucky!”
In one sentence, Wang Baobao was almost knocked down!
But what he said was right. When Khwarazm was destroyed by the Mongols, the ring fell into the hands of the Mongols. It had been passed down for so many years, and the Yuan Dynasty was over. He could only trade the ring for goose meat...
"Brother, what you say seems to be quite knowledgeable, right?" Wang Baobao said, "I don't know your surname!"
The little fat man opposite smiled and said: "You ask me what my last name is, but I don't have to say it's free... guess what my last name is?"
Wang Baobao couldn't help but said: "Needless to say, it's just the surname of the emperor of the dynasty, or the surname of the Jade Emperor Zhang... I guess your surname is Zhang! Right?"
The little fat man smiled and said, "How do you know?"
Wang Baobao carefully looked at the fat boy in front of him, his mind spinning rapidly.
"You are in your early ten years, you are generous and fat, and you dare to make fun of me... You must be Zhang Ximeng's second son! By the way, I heard that your father has a new set of twins. I wonder if you are still so favored?"
Zhang Chengtian blinked his eyes and couldn't help laughing, "Wang Baobao, you really studied my father attentively, and you even know these things... Then do you know that I have become a disciple of His Majesty, and I am a serious person."
Did Jing’s disciple of the Emperor take over the high position of commander of the Arch Guard Department?”
Wang Baobao was startled, then gritted his teeth and said angrily: "He can kill Zhang Ximeng if he wants, why should he humiliate me like this?"
Zhang Chengtian smiled, "I said Wang Baobao, you really don't know what's good or bad. You have been away for twenty years, returned to your hometown, tasted the taste of your hometown, revisited your hometown, and experienced the joy of your youth... I don't understand. This
How did such a thing become a humiliation? How many of the countrymen and soldiers who followed your father and son on the expedition were buried in a foreign country and became mourners, unable to even return home?"
Wang Baobao was startled and sneered: "Everyone is his own master, so why say more!"
Zhang Chengtian smiled and said: "Everyone has his own master? But your master has surrendered. He is at the Yingtian Kingdom History Museum, helping to revise the history of the Yuan Dynasty! You are captured now. The Yuan Dynasty is over. The court is just revising the history of the Yuan Dynasty openly. My father is the chief editor.
.With his old man's skills, he will definitely complete the history of Yuan Dynasty, you should be happy!"
"you!"
Wang Baobao slapped the table angrily, his hair standing on end.
"Succeed as a king and lose as a bandit, there is nothing to say, just take a knife and kill me!"
Zhang Chengtian shook his head repeatedly, "I say Wang Baobao, there is something wrong with you! You finally survived, so why rush to die? What's more, what will happen if you die? The Yuan Dynasty is gone, and you are replacing something that does not exist.
And death, I really can’t figure out what on earth you are thinking!”
Wang Baobao gritted his teeth and sneered: "The heaven and earth are righteous. Even if my Yuan Dynasty dies, I would like to be Prime Minister Wen!"
"Prime Minister Wen? Wang Baobao, although I am young and don't study much...but I still know that there were many Han bureaucrats, including Prime Minister Wen's old friends, who wanted him to die to preserve his reputation. Prime Minister Wen is certainly loyal.
Needless to say. But think about it, how many old ministers of the Yuan Dynasty are there now? Who else is thinking about the Yuan Dynasty? If your country is subjugated, it means the country is subjugated. Nothing is left, and it is impossible to make a comeback."
Zhang Chengtian said with a smile: "You are different from us! Do you still imagine that there will be a Hongwu Emperor among the Mongols?"
"You, don't go too far!" Wang Baobao said with gritted teeth: "I can tell you that although the Yuan Dynasty has died, there are still countless vassal kings in Mongolia, and the territory they control is no smaller than that of the Central Plains. The land in the river, Timu
You will lead the army and rise with overwhelming force. Sooner or later, you will surely attack the Ming Dynasty! I think your end will not be good either!"
Zhang Chengtian laughed again, "Wang Baobao, if I hadn't read a few books recently, I would have fooled you! Are the Mongolian kings of the Western Road the same as you? You Mongolians are sweeping the world, right?
Countless territories have been conquered. But your eastern part imitates the old system of the Central Plains, founded the country under the name Dayuan, respected the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and even studied the imperial examinations. As for the kings of the Western Dao, they followed the local rules, spoke the local language, and believed in the local
Gods... After such a long time, you get together and talk to each other without an interpreter. Can you understand? So, you and us are completely different. Why are you still dreaming about Prime Minister Wen? This is not to imitate others and make people laugh.
?”
Wang Baobao's face turned blue, "No matter what, the scholar cannot be killed! I am only mortal!"
Zhang Chengtian smiled, "If you want to die, I won't stop you... But you have to eat this meal, right?"
Wang Baobao was startled, and following Zhang Chengtian's gaze, someone brought a steaming bowl of goose meat. In an instant, his saliva flowed out, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes... This is the taste of hometown!
(End of chapter)
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