"I'll ask you, do you know where the nearest Zhuangzi is?"

The old man shrank his neck, looked at the noble man in the car, and then looked at the waiter, he couldn't speak.

"Is this kid a mute?" The waiter frowned and turned to look at the noble man in the car. "Master, this little boy is afraid that he can't speak, so wait for me to ask others."

The noble man in the car raised his head and was about to speak, but he noticed that the old man was holding a small half-bastard in his hand. He said, "Hey, what is in that kid is holding is food? Please let me take it."

At the same time, I was wondering. Along the way, I saw wheat ripe. I thought that the people would never have no food. Why did they find that there were still people eating soil here? Could it be that they were treated harshly by the master?

Since the promulgation of "Shu Science", although the law enforcement in Shu has been severe, the people have no complaints, just because of fairness and justice. If the people are not full in the age of maturity, it will inevitably affect the reputation of the Prime Minister and His Majesty. When he encounters this, he cannot ask clearly.

Seeing the waiter reaching out to hold it, the old man subconsciously wanted to hide his hand behind him.

"Hey, you little man, just look at what you are in your hand, and you are not robbing you. What are you afraid of? Let's take it and take a look, you will definitely benefit!"

Due to fear of noble people, the old man finally handed over the remaining steamed buns.

"Master, this food is indeed a bit strange." The waiter put the small piece of savage head in his hand, turned around and handed it to the owner of the car.

The originally white steamed bun was once held in the hand by half a child, and the surface became gray and black. If you don’t pay attention, it would be like a piece of soil.

However, the noble man ignored the soil on the surface of the steamed bun. He gently broke the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it. He picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth to chew it carefully.

"This food..." The nobleman's eyes lit up, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, and couldn't help but pick up a slightly larger steamed bun and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he asked his half-baby, "Is this pasta?"

"Master, this little man is mute and can't speak." The waiter quickly answered.

"I...I'm not a mute." The half-baby said in a stuttering voice.

waiter:……

"Come here," the noble man waved his hand and smiled softly. "When I ask you a few words. If you answered, I will give you this steamed cake. How about?" As he said that, the noble man took out a steamed cake from the car, "I ask you, is this pasta? Who made it?"

"It's precious, noble, this is pasta, called Mantou, it's made by the master." The half-baby answered stammeringly.

"Why are you called Mantou? Then who is your master's family?"

"Because the master said that this looks like the head of a barbarian, it is called the barbarian. The master's surname is Feng, and this is Fengzhuang, and that's it." The half-year-old pointed to Feng Yong, who was fishing in the distance, and betrayed the master on the spot.

"Okay, I'll give you this." The noble man happily handed over the steamed cake, and said to the waiter, "Let's go and see the head of the Feng family."

"The lord has a noble status. I think the head of the Feng family is just a rich family in the countryside. Why do you need to go there in person? Just call him over directly." The waiter waited after half of his eldest son ran away, then he spoke to the master.

"You don't understand." The master waved his hand and looked thoughtful, "Let's go and take a look first, maybe he is a wise man."

The waiter smiled and said, "If he is really a wise man, why did he have no reputation before? I think he knew that the Lord wanted to inspect all directions, so he came over and couldn't put down his airs. Therefore, he used this method to attract the Lord's attention."

The noble man pointed to the waiter and laughed and said, "What do you know? I don't care whether he is intentional or unintentional. What I care about is this barbarian head. If this barbarian head is really done by wheat noodles, it may not be a great achievement."

"Master, what does this have to do with great achievements?" The waiter asked strangely for helping the nobleman to tidy up the sword around his waist.

"This barbarian is the food given to the tenants by the owner, and it is inevitable that it will be easy to make. I just tried it. It was very soft and delicious, and it is better than steamed cakes, not to mention the wheat rice that the people eat every day (one of the staple foods eaten by ancient people was to cook the millet or wheat without peeling off the shell, and eat it with bran, which was extremely unpalatable). Since it was pasta, I thought it would naturally be more full than millet. If I could use this method to the army, it would be full, and the morale in the army would not be easy to be depressed (the Southern and Northern Dynasties were recorded that they were changing because of giving wheat rice to soldiers). What wasn't this a great achievement?"

The fish float moved gently for a few times, then floated quietly on the water surface. After a while, it suddenly sank under the water. Feng Yong felt a sank in his hand and swung the fishing rod. A carp was caught out of the water, and the sun shone golden in the west.

Feng Yong grabbed the fish and looked at it, sighed, and threw it in his hand. The carp he had just caught was thrown back into the water. He didn't like to eat carp, and he felt that the carp's meat was too soft and had a little thorn.

"Dare you ask if the man in front of you is Mr. Feng?"

A voice sounded in his ears, Feng Yong did not look back, lowered his head and baited the fish hook again - this guy didn't react at all and was calling him.

When he threw the fish hook into the water again, he was still thinking, Feng Langjun? Who is this? When did someone with the same surname as him come nearby?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a sudden striking in my heart. This is so fucking... Isn't it called myself? I turned my head and saw a man in his thirties standing not far away looking at him, dressed in extraordinary clothes, the most important thing is that he was wearing a ribbon in front of his abdomen and a decorative sword hanging on his waist. This shows that this guy is an official, but he just doesn't know how old the official is?

On the official road not far behind, a waiter was standing next to the ox cart and glaring at himself.

It seems that he really called him. Feng Yong then remembered that he was still not used to the title of this era. He never heard others call him a few times?

This can only be blamed for being a country bumpkin in the countryside. Ordinary people don’t call it that way, nor dare to call it like that. Who would come here to visit him specifically? That’s why he didn’t react for a while and that was the one who said hello to him.

"Is the elder calling me?" Feng Yong quickly bowed to the person who came and asked.

"There is no one here except you and me. Who else can I call you except you?" Although I was neglected at the beginning, the other party still had a gentle smile and showed a high level of cultivation.

"Oh, I'm rude!" Feng Yong quickly bowed and apologized, "Fishing was so fascinating that he didn't notice the elders. It's really rude."

"It's okay, it's me who took the liberty to disturb me." The visitor walked slowly, his upper body was upright and his steps were neither too fast nor too slow, showing everyone's demeanor.

"The boy is Feng Yong. How dare you ask the elder who is? What advice can you give me if you want to ask for him?" He is not as good as his demeanor. Anyway, he is young, so he simply treats himself as a junior.

The visitor walked up to Feng Yong and looked at Feng Yong carefully. He was a little surprised. This guy was so young. It seemed that he was thinking too much. He could not be the sage he imagined. He was a little disappointed at the moment.

"My surname is Ma. I'm here this time, just want to ask, is this thing you did?" The visitor said, stretching out his right hand, and there was a ball of black and unknown substance in his palm.

"What is this?" Feng Yong was a little confused, thinking when did I do such a thing? I am a well-known mental illness. Could it be that someone came to find his own entertainment when he had nothing to do?

"Is this thing not what you did? Could it be that you are not the owner of the Feng family?" The visitor was confused in disappointment.

"Of course, the owner of the Feng family's house, but when did you make this thing?" Feng Yong looked at the things in the other party's hands carefully.

I feel familiar, "Who did the elders say that I made this thing?"

"It's the housekeeper here."

Damn! Feng Yong slapped his thigh, why did I say it looks familiar? Who is so disgusting? Paste the good steamed buns with a layer of mud?

"Oh! I'm ashamed, it turns out that this is a barbarian. Of course, this is a kid. It's just..." Feng Yong looked at the other party in confusion, "This barbarian is white in nature, why is it dyed with a layer of mud? So the kid didn't recognize it all at once."

I'm so fucking... The other person's face suddenly turned black. What do you mean by your eyes? Could it be that if I am a great military officer, I can't afford to eat such unclean food? Can I tell you that I snatched it from a child?

"No matter what, I am here, I am a little confused about this thing called the sage head. I want to ask you, but I wonder if it is convenient?"

"If the elder asks something, the boy dares not hide his own personal information." Feng Yong quickly bowed his hand and came here for a long time. He also knew a lot of etiquette. Especially when the Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, he was disrespectful to the elders, and his reputation would be odorless to the wind for ten miles.
Chapter completed!