Chapter 2 What a shame
“Wu, let me ask you, do you know where the nearest Zhuangzi is?”
The young man shrank his neck, looked at the noble man in the car, and then at the waiter. He couldn't speak.
"Could this boy be mute?" The waiter frowned and turned to look at the noble man in the car. "My lord, I am afraid that this boy cannot speak. Let me ask others."
The noble man in the car raised his head and was about to speak when he noticed that the young man was holding a small half of a mantou. He said "Huh" and said, "Ah Wu, what is that young man holding in his hand? Is this food? What are you doing?" Bring it to me and let me see."
At the same time, I was wondering. Along the way, I saw ripe wheat. I thought the people were not without food, but why did I find people eating dirt here? Could it be that he was treated harshly by his master?
Since the promulgation of the "Shu Ke", although the law enforcement in Sichuan has been strict, the people have no complaints because it is fair and just. If there are people who don't have enough to eat in their prime years, it will definitely affect the reputation of the Prime Minister and His Majesty. When he encounters this matter, he has no choice but to ask clearly.
Seeing the waiter reaching out to take it, the young man subconsciously wanted to hide his hand behind his back.
“Hey, you young man, I’m just looking at what’s in your hand, and I’m not robbing you. What are you afraid of? Let’s take it and have a look, it won’t be of any benefit to you!”
Out of fear of noble people, the young man finally handed over the remaining steamed buns.
“Master, this food is indeed a bit strange.” The waiter put the small piece of hair in his hand and looked at it, then turned around and handed it to the owner of the car.
The surface of the originally white steamed buns turned gray and black because it was once held in the hand of a young man. If you don't pay attention, it looks like a piece of soil.
The nobleman turned a blind eye to the dirt on the surface of the steamed bun. He gently opened the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it. He also picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth to chew carefully.
"This food..." The noble man's eyes lit up, feeling the sweetness in his mouth. He couldn't help but pick up a slightly larger bun and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he asked the boy, "Is this pasta?"
"Master, this young man is mute and cannot speak." The waiter replied quickly.
"I...I'm not mute." The half-grown boy muttered.
Waiter:…
"Come here," the noble man waved, with a gentle smile, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them well, I'll give you this steamed cake. How about it?" After saying that, the noble man took out a steamed cake from the car. "Let me ask you, is this pasta? Who made it?"
“Noble, noble, this is pasta, called Mantou, made by the master’s family.” The young man stammered in reply.
“Why is it called Barbarian? Then who is your master?”
"Because the master said, this one looks like the head of a barbarian, so it's called the barbarian head. The master's surname is Feng, and this is Fengzhuang. Yeah, that's it." The young man pointed at Feng Yong, who was fishing in the distance. , betrayed the owner directly on the spot.
"Okay, here's this for you." The nobleman happily handed over the steamed cake and said to the waiter, "Let's go and see the head of the Feng family."
"My master has a distinguished status. The head of the Feng family is only a wealthy man in the countryside. Why should I go there in person? Just call him over." The waiter waited for the young man to run away, and then he persuaded the master.
"You don't understand." The master waved his hand with a thoughtful look on his face, "Let's go and have a look first. I can't say he is a virtuous man."
The waiter smiled and said: "If he is really a wise man, why did he not have a reputation before? I think he knew that the master was going to patrol around, so Baba came over. He couldn't let go of his arrogance, so he used this method to attract the attention of the master."
The noble man pointed at the waiter and said with a smile: "What do you know? I don't care whether it is intentional or unintentional. What I care about is this barbarian head. If this barbarian head is really made by wheat flour, it cannot be said to be a great achievement. .”
“My lord, what does this have to do with great achievements?” the waiter asked strangely as he helped the noble man adjust the sword on his waist.
The fish float moved slightly at first, then floated quietly on the water. After a while, it suddenly sank violently into the water. Feng Yong only felt his hand sinking, and he flicked the fishing rod, and a fish floated. The carp was fished out of the water like this, shining golden in the westward sun.
Feng Yong grabbed the fish, looked at it, sighed, and threw it in his hand. The carp he just caught was thrown back into the water. He doesn't like to eat carp because he thinks its meat is too soft and has too many spines.
“May I ask if the gentleman in front of me is Mr. Feng?”
There was a voice in his ears, and Feng Yong didn't look back. He lowered his head to re-bait the fishhook - the guy didn't even realize that he was being called.
When he threw the fishhook into the water again, he was still thinking, Feng Langjun? Who is this? When did someone with the same surname as myself come here?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a sudden shock in my heart. Isn't this... you're calling yourself? Turning his head, he saw a man in his thirties standing not far away looking at him. He was dressed in extraordinary clothes. The most important thing was that he was wearing a ribbon on his belly and a decorated sword hanging on his waist. This showed that this guy He's an official, but I don't know how old he is?
On the official road not far behind him, a waiter was standing beside the bullock cart, glaring at him.
It seems that he really called himself. Feng Yong then remembered that he was still not used to being called Feng Langjun in this era. He had never heard others call him a few times, right?
This can only be blamed on him being a country bumpkin. Ordinary people would not call him that, and they would not dare to call him that. And who of the distinguished people would come here specifically to visit him? That's why he didn't realize that someone was greeting him.
“Is the elder calling me?” Feng Yong quickly saluted the person and asked.
"There is no one else here except you and me. Who else can I call you but you?" Although he was ignored at first, the other party still had a gentle smile, showing a very high level of self-cultivation.
"Oh, I'm so rude!" Feng Yong quickly apologized, "I was so absorbed in fishing that I didn't notice the elder. It's really rude."
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I took the liberty of disturbing you.” The visitor walked slowly, his upper body upright and motionless, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, showing everyone’s magnanimity.
"This boy is Feng Yong. Who is the elder? What advice can I ask for?" His temperament cannot be compared. Anyway, I am young, so I might as well treat myself as a junior.
The visitor walked up to Feng Yong and looked at Feng Yong carefully. He was a little surprised that this boy was so young. It seemed that he had thought too much and could not be the sage he imagined. He was a little disappointed at the moment.
“My surname is Ma. I just want to ask, did you make this thing?” the person said, stretching out his right hand, and there was a mass of black and unknown substance in the palm of his hand.
“What is this?” Feng Yong was a little confused, thinking when did I ever make such a thing? I am a well-known mentally ill person. Could it be that someone came to me for entertainment when they had nothing to do?
"Didn't you make this thing? Are you not the owner of the Feng family village?" The visitor was disappointed and confused.
“Of course I am the owner of the Feng Family Village, but when did you make this thing?” Feng Yong looked at the thing in the other person’s hand carefully.
He felt a little familiar, "Elder, who did you hear that this thing was made by me?"
“I am the banker here.”
Holy shit! Feng Yong slapped his thigh. How can I say it looks familiar? Who the **** is so disgusting? Put a layer of mud on a good steamed bun?
"Oops! I'm so ashamed. It turns out that this is a man's head. It was naturally done by the boy, but..." Feng Yong looked at the other party in confusion, "This man's head is pure white in nature, why is it stained with a layer of dirt now? So boy That’s when I didn’t recognize it all of a sudden.”
What the hell... the other person's face suddenly turned dark. What do you mean by that look in your eyes? Could it be that as a soldier, I would be so unbearable to eat such unclean food? Can I tell you that I snatched it from a child?
“That aside, I came here because I have some doubts about this thing called a barbarian head. I want to ask you. Is it convenient?”
"The elders have questions, but I don't dare to hide my secrets." Feng Yong quickly bowed his hands and bowed. He had been here for a short time, and he also knew a lot of etiquette. In particular, the Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety and disrespected the elders, which would have a bad reputation.
The other party nodded with satisfaction. Although this man was in the countryside, he was a man of etiquette. He must have read a book, so he opened his mouth to express his doubts.
(End of this chapter)