The old guy actually started to tremble, and just as he was thinking about how to escape, he saw several people running over in a hurry...
The boy in the lead, neither tall nor short, walked straight towards him with an expectant look on his face! Old Ghost Wang suddenly had an idea and decided to bet that this guy was not Song Wen, the Turtle God of Wazi Street. He planned to trick him into becoming a disciple and then immediately tell him that he was destined to be with Song Wen.
When we get to the point where we can no longer see each other...then we have to trick the carriage into traveling as far as it will go!
As for this brat... just find a brothel and sell him to become a turtle boy...
It's a pity that this brat who came here has already become a turtle god! And he has worked hard all the way to reach the position of turtle god...
Just as the old guy smiled, he saw the kid in front of him leaping up and shouting in mid-air: "Where did this thief come from and dare to pretend to be my master?"
A flying kick hit Old Ghost Wang's face so hard that the bridge of his nose was crooked... Fortunately, the old guy had practiced some good moves for several years when he was young, so he had some ability to withstand the blow! Only this one
My feet still kicked the old guy as hard as a gourd on the ground...
An Chun, who was next to him, understood immediately and rushed forward, punching the old man in the stomach... "Old thief! He is indeed a liar..."
In the distance, Li Yan and Lin Chong stared dumbfoundedly at Song Wen and Gouji An Chun who beat up the old god. Then they came to their senses...it seemed like he was a liar!
"well!"
Li Yan squatted on the ground in disappointment, and said to Lin Chong who was equally disappointed next to her: "What a pity, I thought I could meet Little Turtle Gong's master..."
"That's right, Brother Wen's master must be good at both civil and military skills. I'm afraid he is an unrivaled master..."
After a while, an angry Song Wen ordered An Chun and several old guys to lock up the old guy with a bruised nose and swollen panda eyes into a cave in the back mountain, and then pretended to be heartbroken to cook for a group of teenagers.
Knowing that Xiao Langjun would definitely be sad if his master didn't come, everyone quickly started making jokes to liven up the atmosphere. Song Wen focused on chopping meat and bones.
It's just a pity that I couldn't keep Brother Yelushan's sword, otherwise it would have been extremely handy to cut meat and bones with that sharp blade... You must know that the Khitan people of the Liao Kingdom have always been famous for their smelting and forging! Liao is in the Khitan language
It means iron and iron...the land of iron and iron!
Song Wen wielded a short knife to chop the bones, then boiled the water and put it into the large pot to simmer over low heat. All the three-layered pork was ordered to be cut into pieces by several women, and one was bought for a lot of money.
The mashed brown sugar was boiling in cold oil in the largest iron pot, and small bubbles were popping out from the bottom of the pot.
Song Wen took a long-handled spoon and gently stirred the sugar color. Next to it were a soy sauce jar, a salt jar, sliced ginger and some pepper and star anise.
Song Wen carefully observed the bubbles inside the candy color changing from large to small, and then shouted... "Lin Chong, put the meat in!"
Lin Chong, who was holding a wooden basin next to the boss, agreed. He used his strong arms to gently turn the wooden basin and poured the pork belly into the oil pan. He controlled his strength so that the hot oil did not splash onto Song Wen's body.
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Song Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then swung the long-handled iron spoon to stir-fry the braised pork with all his strength, so that the oily pork belly pieces were evenly coated with sugar color...
Li Yan stirred up the dark tendons and slowly pulled the bellows, causing the firewood in the large earth stove to rise evenly and continuously.
"Brother Wen, can you bring out a few jars of aged wine to burn the spring to satisfy your craving today?"
"Well, make a good fire... I can give you a jar!"
"okay……"
A large bowl of Huo Shaochun was poured into the meat pot to remove the fishy smell and increase the aroma. Li Yan felt pity for a long time. A group of young people smelled the strong aroma and drooled, and quickly packed up the simple tables, chairs and wooden blocks. Several tenants' families
The little brat cheered as he circled the iron pot.
Song Wen likes this atmosphere...
An hour passed. Song Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered the women of the tenant households to prepare wooden basins. Li Erlang and others beside him had already begun to distribute steamed rice and cooking cakes.
Each person had a big pancake and a big bowl of yellow rice. Everyone watched eagerly as Song Wen and his wife filled wooden basins with meat bones to stew dried vegetables, and basins full of braised pork.
The meat is red and fragrant, with chopped green onions sprinkled inside.
Song Wen didn't want to say anything. What the children needed wasn't brainwashing rhetoric or wooing... what they needed was a bowl of rice and a piece of meat, and real food, clothing, and care!
Song Wen stood on the earthen stove and raised his fist...
"It's time to eat!"
"Ouch...ouch...eating meat..."
A group of teenagers started gobbling it up like hungry ghosts.
Li Yan smiled and took a sip, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip of strong soju...but the corners of her eyes seemed a little moist.
Song Wen was so tired that as soon as he sat down, Lin Chong handed him a bowl of ice-cold grape wine...
"Brother, take a sip to relieve your fatigue! It's chilled with well water."
Song Wen took the grape wine and took a sip. The sour and slightly sweet wine made him feel comfortable.
"It's a pity that we only lack one brother Quan!"
Lin Chong nodded: "An Daoquan accompanied Grandpa to Daming Mansion. He said that after visiting a few old friends at home, he would accompany Grandpa An back to his hometown in Yangzhou... Grandpa An can't live without him."
Song Wen smiled: "It's okay, we will meet sooner or later! When the time comes, drink him three large bowls of soju and take him to Wazi Street to enjoy the happiness of a man..."
Lin Chong nodded with a slightly red face.
After the smoke cleared, the teenagers were given a holiday by Song Wen. They ran around, wrestled in the martial arts arena, watched the horses in the stable, and went fishing by the river... In short, when practicing martial arts, practice martial arts well, and when working, work seriously.
When it's time to play, play happily.
The rules have been established a long time ago... No fighting in private, no stealing property! No nuisance to neighbors, no leaving without reason. There are also more than a dozen commandments... ranging from a ruler to a military stick! The most serious ones have to be expelled.
Walk……
Song Wen understood that it would be impossible to manage so many years without strict discipline. Fortunately, these children cherished the hard-won food, clothing, and care, and followed Li Yan through the ups and downs of escaping from Hebei Road to peace and stability.
Next to Bianliang, all the children are very obedient.
The four large houses are beginning to take shape, and the sturdy wheat straw roofs have been completed. The triangular wooden frames carefully made by several carpenters are very strong. This is considered a new skill. In the future, these carpenters will have another job, so they are very interested in it.
Song Wen was very admired and grateful.
The first batch of adobe bricks were used by the teenagers to repair the courtyard wall where Song Wen and his family lived. Song Wen checked it and found that it was very strong.
They are not allowed to be dirty, and they are not allowed to drink dirty water. Song Wen set many rules for the children that seemed inexplicable to them...
What Song Wen wants is a paradise, a safe and low-key farm village! A secret base where he can secretly cultivate his closest friends.
Li Yan brought a cart of iron materials and worn-out ironware that he secretly bought on the black market... a set of farm tools and tools that Song Wen planned to use his own craftsmen to make. Of course, Song Wen also planned to quietly make a batch of private goods.
come out……
The bonfire was lit... The teenagers gathered together and chatted about roasting grasshoppers in the mountains. Several teenagers from An Chun who were hanging out in Bianliang, Tokyo, imitated Chun Niang and the others and sang and danced to liven up the atmosphere.
Yan laughed loudly and everyone was very happy.
Song Wen asked Lin Chong to accompany Li Yan to have fun here, while he took Li Erlang and the two of them to the place where several craftsmen lived in the village.