The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng took off his rain gear and followed the scholar into the house.

When I entered the house, I saw that the walls of the thatched house were bare, the windows were broken, and the roof was leaking everywhere. The only place in the house that did not leak was the desk and the bookshelf.

"It can be seen that you are a book lover."

There are futons in the room.

The scholar himself was shivering from the cold, so he didn't even take off the quilt to cover him, but put the quilt on the bookshelf to protect the bookshelf from wind and rain.

From this point of view, this person loves books even more than himself.

"Ashamed, ashamed."

The scholar smiled wryly: "I am a poor scholar, and I have nothing else but these sage books. If I am sick, I will pass after a long time. If I get wet with these books, it is a real sin."

It is difficult for ordinary people to have access to books.

There are more than a dozen books on the bookshelf, all of which are borrowed by scholars from classmates and teachers, and then copied and bound by themselves.

For these dozen or so books, he did not know how many people he begged and how many grievances he suffered.

Even if the house is bare and the food and rice are scarce, I would rather eat more leaves and weeds than sell even one book.

"The Analects, Daxue, Doctrine of the Mean, Mencius, Records of the Historian..."

Zhang Heng glanced at it, and his eyes lit up when he saw Shi Ji on the bookshelf: "Can I read this book?"

"This..."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's nothing to let you take a look, but you can't take it away, let alone dirty or damage it for me."

"It's natural."

Zhang Heng agreed.

Seeing that he agreed happily, the scholar didn't say anything more, took down the historical records from the bookshelf, and handed them to Zhang Heng carefully.

"Traditional characters!"

Zhang Heng flipped through the book.

The above characters are Chinese regular script, that is, traditional characters.

During the period of the Republic of China, he deliberately learned traditional Chinese characters, and he seemed to have no pressure.

"Spring and Autumn, Qin and Han Dynasties, Jin Dynasty, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Dasong Dynasty!!"

Zhang Heng glanced over.

Everything above is correct, but after the Ten Kingdoms, it is no longer the Song Dynasty of Zhao Kuangyin, but the Dasong Dynasty.

Correspond with the scholar again.

It is now the 418th year of Dasong, more than 400 years have passed since the Dasong Dynasty ruled the world.

At present, corrupt officials are rampant, and there are many corrupt officials.

Land annexation is serious, classes are solidified, and there are often demons haunting them, and the common people can only muddle along.

As for the current boundary.

This is Shili Lake, not far ahead, there is also Shiliting Town.

The poem said: Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of blue silk is worrying about the beautiful years, looking at the moon to protect each other, only envying mandarin ducks but not immortals.

Chapter 169: Cui Hongjian

"Xiaosheng Cui Hongjian, after chatting for so long, you still don't know your brother's name?"

It was getting dark.

Cui Hongjian just remembered that he didn't know Zhang Heng's name yet.

"My surname is Zhang Mingheng, and I am a cultivator."

Zhang Heng was talking.

Suddenly, I saw Cui Hongjian covering his abdomen with both hands, and there was a rumbling sound of hunger in his stomach.

"Ashamed, ashamed!"

Cui Hongjian blushed slightly: "It's getting late now, Brother Zhang, you are a guest again, I should invite you to share dinner, but unfortunately it's raining continuously today, I didn't go out, there is really no rice for cooking at home."

"hungry!"

Zhang Heng was not surprised: "This is easy to handle, just look at me."

With that said, Zhang Heng put on the awning, left the cabin and came to the lake.

As far as I can see, because of the rain, there are many fish in the lake lying on the water to breathe.

"Ray comes!"

Zhang Heng drew out his sword and pointed at the lake.

boom! !

A thunderbolt descended and exploded on the lake in an instant.

After the aftermath dissipated, Cui Hongjian took a closer look and said happily, "Fish, there are so many fish floating on the lake!"

"Come!"

Zhang Heng used his mana to grab the lake.

On the surface of the lake, more than a dozen of the fresh fish that were electrocuted to death flew to Cui Hongjian's feet in an instant.

"Brother Zhang is really a god!"

Cui Hongjian was overjoyed when he picked up the two fish.

Zhang Heng smiled and said nothing, "Are these ten fish enough for us to eat?"

"Enough is enough, let alone a day, it is enough."

Cui Hongjian brought a bamboo basket, packed more than a dozen fish, and said happily: "I'm going to light a fire to roast the fish, and cook a pot of fish soup. The rest will be sold in the market tomorrow, and I will exchange some flour." Make pancakes when you come back, and when you turn around, Brother Zhang, you are leaving, so take them with you on the way to satisfy your hunger."

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word, and waved his hand to signal Cui Hongjian to go quickly.

As a result, I waited left and right, but I couldn't wait for the grilled fish to come up.

Check it out.

When it rains, the firewood gets damp.

Cui Hongjian lay in front of the stove and blew violently, making his face look ashamed, but he didn't see any sparks.

"Brother Zhang, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat the fish."

Cui Hongjian looked ashamed: "I'm a scholar who is useless. I can't even light the stove. How can I go to high school in the future?"

"You go back."

Zhang Heng waved his hand, signaling Cui Hongjian to back off.

After he stepped back, Zhang Heng glanced at the damp firewood and took out a divine fire talisman: "The divine fire is as urgent as a law!"

call!

The spell spontaneously combusts.

Zhang Heng threw his backhand, and the magic fire talisman landed on the firewood, and the flames burst into flames instantly.

"What are you still doing?"

Zhang Heng looked at Cui Hongjian: "Add water and boil the soup."

"exactly."

Cui Hongjian hurriedly made fish soup.

Zhang Heng looked aside.

Not only did Cui Hongjian's family have no rice for cooking, but they didn't even have oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, let alone other condiments.

Seeing that he boiled fish soup with clear water without adding anything, Zhang Heng knew that letting him do whatever he wanted would mean ruining his own fish.

"This river fish has a strong earthy smell, and you can't drink it without seasoning."

Zhang Heng took out a few bottles of condiments from the talisman bag on his body: "This is salt, oil, ginger noodles, and pepper. See how I make it."

Cui Hongjian watched Zhang Heng's movements.

With the pouring of various condiments, the aroma of fish soon overflowed, making the mouth water.

He exclaimed in admiration, "Brother Zhang, are you still carrying these things with you when you go out?"

Zhang Heng boiled the fish soup and said with a smile: "I can cover the sky, sit on the ground, and eat all directions. As long as it is not a life-severing world, I will not be starved to death. Besides starving to death, of course, I must pursue the quality of life."

For Zhang Heng, regardless of birds, beasts, fish, shrimps and crabs, with his strength, he can eat whatever he wants, and he can eat whatever he wants.

In this way, bringing some condiments is more useful than bringing some canned food.

What is canned food? It would be nice to eat a few wild game and eat something fresh.

"Well, the smell came out."

Smelling the aroma, Zhang Heng greeted, "Take the cauldron away, I'm going to use the stove below to roast two more crispy fish."

Cui Hongjian gladly accepted the order.

a little.

One pot of fish soup, two grilled fish are ready.

Just at this time, the rain outside also stopped.

Zhang Heng asked Cui Hongjian to bring a stool, and the two sat outside the thatched hut, lighting a bonfire, chatting over fish soup and grilled fish.

"It smells so good, it smells so good!"

is eating.

On the small road, a strange old man with white hair and an oil umbrella walked up.

Zhang Heng looked up.

When he saw that the old man's clothes were not wet, he didn't react at all, but when he saw that the cloth shoes on the old man's feet were also completely clean, he frowned.

"Old man, where did you come from, and where are you going so late?"

As soon as Cui Hongjian saw a white-haired old man, he couldn't help standing up: "The night road is not easy to walk, I think you are also hungry, so let me make you a bowl of fish soup to keep you warm." Warm up."

"Fragrant, fragrant!"

The old man muttered something.

"It's delicious. Brother Zhang made this fish soup and grilled fish. It uses a lot of seasonings. I've never heard of some of them."

Cui Hongjian went to the thatched hut and took out a big bowl: "Don't worry, I'll serve you soup right away. Take a sip and make sure you swallow it with your tongue."

"It smells so good..."

Looking at the back of Cui Hongjian Shengtang, the old man sniffed his nose vigorously: "It smells like human flesh."

"What flavor?"

Cui Hongjian turned his head.

In the eyes, the old man's complexion was snow-white, and the two buns tied on top of his head turned into a pair of sharp horns at some point.

"It smells like human flesh, I can't wait!"

The old man rushed over, grabbed Cui Hongjian's shoulder and was about to bite his neck.

"Humph!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly.

The morgue at hand was unsheathed in an instant, and the old man's right hand was cut off with a single sword strike.

baa!

The old man screamed, and what came out of his mouth was not a human voice, but a goat-like bleat.

Hearing such a cry, Zhang Heng's eyes lit up: "I said, why is there a smell of mutton, it turned out to be a goat spirit!"