I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Lang came out from the kitchen, "Yes. Go wash your hands."

"Wait for me." Xiao Qi hurriedly threw the schoolbag into the west.

It was cool outside, so Xie Lang moved the table outside, Wei Qing put the fruit plate in a corner, and went to serve lamb ribs and lamb.

Xiao Qi smelled the aroma, couldn't help swallowing, pinched a piece of pork ribs, "delicious."

Xie Lang frowned, "Why are you so hungry today?"

"I'm so hungry every day." Xiao Qi said, taking another bite, "Grandpa Zhongqing, I washed my hands clean."

Wei Qing brought out another plate, "It doesn't matter if it's clean or not, anyway, you eat it alone. Your third master and I will eat this." Putting down the plate, he took the rice that Xie Lang handed over.

Xiao Qi couldn't help asking, "Master, I—"

"Eat half and keep the other half." Xie Lang said, "I don't want to get up in the middle of the night to rub your stomach."

Xiaoqi: "Is it hot to eat tomorrow morning?"

Xie Lang nodded slightly, Xiao Qi was happy, wiped his hands, picked up a large piece of rice and put it into his mouth.

The warm rice entered the intestinal tract, and Xiao Qi let out a long sigh of comfort, "The food at home is still delicious.

"I moved to the city, you come back to eat at noon?" Xie Lang asked.

Xiao Qi shook his head, "My classmates don't go back, I eat alone at home, they will make fun of me. Grandpa Zhongqing, I heard from Uncle Qu Bing that Grandpa Meng Da wants to set up a county to house those Huns, so he is not afraid to put those The Huns got fat and they turned and bit him?"

"I'm afraid. But I can't stop doing it just because I'm afraid." Wei Qing smiled, "Although the Huns are not good at farming, I have sweet potatoes and potatoes that are easy to survive, and cotton can be used to make cotton clothes. Even if the Huns are lazy and clumsy, They can’t be hungry or cold. Sweet potato vines can raise livestock, and they don’t have to go out, and they don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Within three years, most of the Huns will get used to the farming life of sunrise and daily rest.”

Xie Lang: "Yes. Even if they are not used to it, smart Huns will not fight against big men. There is nothing to be afraid of if they are stupid."

Wei Qing nodded with a smile, "Don't let them get entangled in a single rope. Those who appear to be obedient, even if they are brave and good at fighting, are just playing tricks."

"Uncle Qubing can lead the army, and so can Grandpa Zhongqing. Who will Grandpa Meng Da send you to lead the army?" Xiao Qi asked curiously.

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows, "Why did you remember to ask this?"

"What did your classmate say?" Wei Qing asked with a smile.

Xie Lang: "What do you mean?" Looking at Xiao Qi, seeing his eyes widen, "Xie Xiao Qi!"

"Third Master, there are no outsiders here. My classmate thinks that His Majesty will reuse Uncle Qubing." Xiao Qi said, "I don't think Grandpa Meng Da will let you idle. My classmate said that I am too young to tell me some things." I understand. I don’t think it’s them who don’t understand.”

Xie Lang twisted his face.

"Master, it hurts!" Xiao Qi frowned.

Wei Qing laughed, "You shouldn't have spoken."

"So I guessed right?" Xiao Qi asked hurriedly.

Wei Qing stuffed a lamb chop into his mouth.

Xiao Qi took it down, and couldn't help curling her lips, "You think I'm too young, too?"

"If you have time to speculate on His Majesty's thoughts, why not speculate more on Sima Xiangru's talent." Xie Lang said.

Xiao Qi: "I talked about it during lunch. When it comes to food, Taixue's food is really unpalatable. Grandpa Zhongqing, please talk to Grandpa Meng Da and change Taixue's cook."

"It's not the cook's fault that it tastes bad." Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xie Lang said, "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice."

Xiaoqi subconsciously said, "There are rice."

"Your third master means there is no iron pot." Wei Qing said.

Xiaoqi: "I see."

"Let me make some jerky for you." Xie Lang thought about it, "I wanted to make it for you a long time ago, but you were changing your teeth at that time, and you couldn't eat it even after making it, and you forgot about it over time."

Xiao Qi looked at Wei Qing, "When will Grandpa Zhongqing go back?"

"Need my help? The day after tomorrow." There are two couches in Xiao Qi's room, and Wei Qing knows that he doesn't need to share a couch with Xie Lang if he stays, "If it's done, I'll share half of it?"

Xiao Qi smiled and said, "You have to ask my third master."

"I don't say your third master has to save some for me." Wei Qing said.

Xiao Qi was speechless, "Okay, okay. Use mutton?"

"Use pork." Xie Lang said dried pork.

The next day, after breakfast, Xie Lang gave the servants three pennies to buy some honey and pork.

Around Si time, Xie Lang and Wei Qing, each with a big knife, were sitting in the kitchen chopping meat.Twenty catties of minced meat, the two of them didn't chop until noon.

For lunch, Xie Lang conjured up a stone slab in front of Wei Qing and asked Wei Qing to burn the slate. He dug a piece of meat paste into the plate, rolled it into thin slices with a small rolling pin, and then flipped the minced meat on the plate over the hot plate. slate.

Wei Qing was very skeptical, "That's it?"

"I don't know." Xie Lang said, "You can still eat it after drying it."

Wei Qing continued, "Give it to the tiger if you can't bite it?"

Xie Lang nodded, "That's right."

"It's a good thing you raised tiger cubs." Wei Qing smiled, "otherwise, how much food and meat would be wasted."

Xie Lang shook his head slightly, "You're wrong. Fortunately, Huzi met me, otherwise it——I suddenly remembered something."

"It's related to food?" Wei Qing pointed to a large pot of minced meat on the table next to him, "You can think about other things after this is baked."

Xie Lang: "It has nothing to do with this. There seems to be snow lotus in my place."

"I don't know." Wei Qing said truthfully.

Xie Lang choked for a moment, "...Can we still chat?"

"Okay. Then how do you eat snow lotus?" Wei Qing asked.

Xie Lang didn't know either, so it didn't prevent him from trying it out with the tiger's stick, "You do it first, I'll try it." After saying that, he went to the kitchen.

Wei Qing laughed silently, turned around and saw a white flower in his hand, which was very similar to a lotus, and was about to ask if it was a snow lotus, when he saw Xie Lang throw the whole flower into a clay pot, then wash rice and add water , bring it out.

"Cooking here?" Wei Qing pointed to the slate in front of him, "You have to move the slate out."

Xie Lang nodded, pulled out the thick durian-breaking gloves, moved the stone slab out, left a little fire, and put the clay pot on it, "Don't tell Xiaoqi. If he knows that I asked Huzi to try it, he will feel bad again It's like I abused Huzi."

"I won't." Wei Qingxin said, you will.

Neither did Xie Lang.Although the pork jerky he made is not as delicious as those of later generations, it can be eaten.There is honey in it, the pork itself is fragrant, and it is dry and chewy, so that Xiao Qi fell in love with the not-so-delicious pork jerky when he came back.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Qi got up and searched for dried pork, but he didn't find any difference between the white rice porridge he drank and the past.

On the contrary, Wei Qing was very curious, "There are petals in the white rice porridge, Xiao Qi doesn't even want to know what it is?"

"He treats it as a dish. I used to be lazy and save trouble, and I cooked vegetable rice." Xie Lang explained to him, "When the porridge is almost ready, cut some vegetables and diced meat and put it in."

Wei Qing: "No wonder. Will I have diarrhea after eating this?"

"Don't worry, Huzi didn't pull last night." Xie Lang said.

Wei Qing was even more worried.With a pigeon in his arms, he rode out of Weiyang Palace, his stomach didn't growl, so Wei Qing dared to go in with the pigeon.

There is only one pigeon breeder inside and outside Chang'an City, and that is Xie Lang.

When Liu Che saw the pigeons, he didn't allow Wei Qing to speak, "He raised him?"

"Yes. But it can only fly from here to Sanlang's. I can't fly back from Sanlang's." Wei Qing said, "Sanlang will let His Majesty raise it for a while, and try to see if it can fly back and forth."

Liu Che glanced at him, "Why do I think I let you raise him?"

Wei Qing didn't expect to be able to hide it from him, and smiled, "Actually, I let my son take care of me."

Liu Che pouted at Xiao Huangmen, "Send it to the prince."

More than a month later, there was an extra pigeon on the grape trellis of Xie Lang's house.

Xie Lang thought it was wild pigeons at first, after all, there are pigeons in Shanglin Garden next door.Xie Lang went over, it was not afraid, and cooed at Xie Lang, Xie Lang thought, this pigeon is really bold, after a closer look, there is something tied to the pigeon's leg, Xie Lang then realized that this is the pigeon he gave to Xiao Lang. The one owned by Liu Ju.

Xie Lang untied the note on the pigeon's leg, and there were only two words on it - Sanshu.

"This child." Xie Lang shook his head and smiled, went back to the house and wrote two words on the paper, fed the pigeon something to eat, tied the paper to its leg, and let it fly towards Chang'an City.

Mrs. Wang is getting more and more ill these days, Liu Che likes Mrs. Wang who can make him happy.Today, if he is free, he will go to Wang's palace.Halfway through the journey, Liu Che couldn't help being happy when he saw a bird heading straight for the Taiwo.After leaving Wang's place, Liu Che turned to Xiao Liuju's.

Xiao Liuju was feeding the pigeons at the time, and when he saw him coming over, he was startled, and said without thinking, "I'm not playing with birds."

"What did your third uncle write?" Liu Che asked with a smile.

Xiao Liu Ju breathed a sigh of relief, and presented the little note.

Liu Che took it apart and looked at "Third Uncle" on the top and "Ji'er" on the bottom, and couldn't help laughing again, "Take care of it well."

"I obey." Xiao Liu Ju happily sent Liu Che away, and returned to the study with a note.

The next day, when Xiu Mu and Xiao Qi led Huzi and Brother Hou to Shanglin Garden, the door of Xie Lang's house was pushed open.

"Is it evidence?"

Xiao Liuju strode in, "How does Third Uncle know it's me?"

"Yesterday you asked the pigeon to tell me, your father is very happy, you came here today." Xie Lang looked behind him, "Did the pigeon come?"

Xiao Liu Ju shook his head, "I didn't let it come. Uncle San, where is Xiao Qi?"

Xie Lang pointed at Shanglin Garden, "I'll be back in a while. There are delicious food in the west side room."

Xiao Liuju pushed open the door, it was not as warm inside as outside, "Isn't there a kang?"

"It's not very cold yet. We'll burn it in a few days." Xie Lang said, "Jier, do you think it would be convenient to have a pigeon that can send messages?"

The pork jerky that Xie Lang gave Wei Qing that day, Wei Qing divided it into three parts, he kept one part, asked his servants to give one part to Huo Qubing, and himself gave one part to Xiao Liu Ju himself.

Xiao Liuju was not surprised to see the pork jerky on the table, but he was also very happy, "Did Uncle San make it last night?"

Xie Lang hummed, and said again, "Answer my question first."

"It's convenient." Xiao Liu said.

Xie Lang: "Can you promise third uncle one thing? From now on, you will raise four pigeons every year, two for your father and two for yourself. If you think there are too many pigeons, give them to your uncle, or whoever you like. People, such as your mother. But you must ensure that you have five in your palace."

Xiao Liu Ju turned his head and wanted to ask something, but seeing Xie Lang's expression was very serious, "Third Uncle, what happened?"

"I'm worried that someone will harm you. It happens that me, your uncle and your royal father are not by your side, so you can ask the pigeons to find us." Xie Lang said.

Xiao Liu Ju pointed at himself, "Hit me? Third Uncle, I'm the prince."

"Do you know how Fusu died?" Xie Lang asked.

Xiao Liu shook his head.

Xie Lang talked to him again and then asked, "If his good friend has a pigeon and asks the pigeon to tell him that his father is dead, will he commit suicide?"

Xiao Liuju said without hesitation: "No!"

"If someone follows Hu Hai and tells you that your father is going to arrest you and you can't find your father, will you take it seriously?" Xie Lang asked again.

Xiao Liujuo thought about it, "I don't know."

"You'll know when you grow up." Xie Lang walked over and patted his little head, "Remember what third uncle said, trust yourself, trust your father, trust your uncle, don't trust the words of villains."

Xiao Liu Ju nodded vigorously, "I remember."

"Let's eat meat." Xie Lang said, "I know you're coming today, my servant killed a chicken and stewed a hen for you at noon. You and Xiao Qi each get a chicken leg."

Xiao Liu Ju couldn't help laughing, "Thank you third uncle."

Xie Lang and Xiao Liu heard so much, but they were not at ease.The child is honest, if he does not live to that day, history is very likely to repeat itself.

After sending Xiao Liu Shi away, Xie Lang let Xiao Qi watch the house and went into the city.

At noon the next day, Xie Lang went to the city to buy some things again, and in the afternoon he packed up the things he got.

On the sixth day of November, in the early morning, there was light snow in the sky. Xie Lang was holding a black bump in one hand and a pottery urn with a diameter of two feet in the other. Xiao Qi was holding the cover of the pottery urn. Xiaoqi is looking for firewood.

Xiao Qi couldn't help asking, "What are you doing? Third Master."

"Alchemy." Xie Lang said.

Xiao Qi was startled, "What are you practicing?"

"Ellite." Seeing his frightened appearance, Xie Lang laughed, "In the future, when others ask you, just answer like this."

Xiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "I scared your grandson to death."

"Don't be silly, go quickly." Xie Lang found four bricks, two on each side, and set up the pottery urn.

Xiao Qi brought firewood and a fire bag, Xie Lang lit the firewood, and asked Xiao Qi to stay away, and then threw the firewood into the pottery urn.

"Third Master—"

boom!

There was a loud noise, and Xiao Qi felt his ears go numb and his hair dizzy.

"Owner!"

Zhang Da and others ran out.

"Scared you?" Xie Lang turned his head and smiled at them, "I got a prescription for alchemy two days ago, I think it's fake, but the sorcerer swore it was true, but he didn't expect the prescription to be true. And really want me to ascend to heaven."

"Ah? That person wants to harm Master? Master, what's that person's name? What does he look like?" Zhang Dalian asked.

Xie Lang shook his head, "It's useless to know. He must have run away long ago. Fortunately, I didn't believe him."

Zhang Daxin thought, it is impossible for you to believe him.Because you are a god yourself.

"Master, is Your Majesty in Shanglin Garden?" Zhang Da asked.

Xie Lang: "Not here. But the voice is so loud, the officials over there will definitely come and take a look. You go down, and I will explain to them." After the words fell, Xie Lang heard footsteps, and winked at Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi went to the west side room, and the people from Shanglinyuan arrived.

Xie Lang fooled them away with a few words and went to his bedroom.

Xiao Qi followed, "Third Lord—" Seeing the paper Xie Lang handed over, he swallowed his doubts, "What is this?"

"This is the recipe for the loud noise just now. You memorize it, and then make a few more and put them in our food storage room." Xie Lang said, "This is a secret between you and me, even your grandfather Zhongqing and Meng Don’t say anything about Grandpa Da.” Think about it, “In the future, Xiaoji will ask you for help, so you can tell him this.”

What is his third master doing?It can't be... Xiao Qi's hands trembled, and the paper fell to the ground, "I don't want it!" She suddenly raised her voice.

Xie Lang was startled, "What's wrong?"

"Don't think I don't know, you are explaining the funeral." Xiao Qi pointed at him, "Don't even think about it!"

Xie Lang laughed, "Your third master is not yet 30 years old."

"Then why are you telling me this?" Xiao Qi stared at him and asked.

Xie Lang sighed, "I am more than ten years older than you, even if I am lucky enough to live to be 50 years old, you are in your early thirties, Xiao Zhe'er is only in your early twenties, and you have only passed half of your life. It could happen."

"There are also Grandpa Zhongqing and Uncle Qubing." When Xiao Qi was a child, he thought that his third master would not lie, but when he grew up, he realized that there is hardly a single sentence that his third master said to be true.Want to lie to him?no way!

Xie Lang: "Neither Emperor Wen nor the first emperor could live to be 50 years old. You, Grandpa Zhongqing, and Qu Bing may not be able to live that long." Bending down to pick up the paper on the ground, "Memorize it and try to make two Do two more in two years, lest something really happen, and I don’t have time to do it if I want to do it.”

Xiao Qi sized him up, "Isn't it really an account of the funeral?"

"Of course not!" Xie Lang pointed to his head, "You also know that I like to forget things, and I will forget them someday if I don't keep them all right." He handed it to him again.

Xiao Qi was skeptical, took it over and saw what was on it, "This, why does it look like a prescription for alchemy?"

"Almost." Xie Lang said, "So even if you slipped your mouth one day, His Majesty will not doubt that this thing can blow people into mincemeat."

Xiao Qi's hands trembled again, he looked outside, saw no one was there, lowered his voice, "Third Master, tell me honestly, are you saving this to deal with Grandpa Meng Da?"

"No. It's to blow up Jiang Chong and his like around him." Xie Lang said seriously, "Although your grandpa Meng Da often said he would kill you, in fact he really hates someone, and he wouldn't talk nonsense to him at all."

Xiaoqi: "But Jiang Chong has been demoted to a commoner."

"Your grandfather Meng Da likes to listen to flattery. Without Jiang Chong, there are Zhang Chong and Wang Chong." Xie Lang said, "When we are gone, no one will keep those ghosts and monsters in check. Maybe in front of His Majesty, you said that you cursed His Majesty. Your Grandpa Meng Da sent them to call you over, and they dared to send you directly to the Tingwei Yamen. Do you understand now?"

Xiao Qi's eyes widened in shock, "How courageous."

"Is Zhao Gao courageous?" Xie Lang asked.

Xiao Qiyi didn't realize it for a while, but remembered who Zhao Gao was, "Bold and bold."

"So?" Xie Lang looked at him with a smile.

Xiaoqi: "I want to learn now."

"Copy it a few times first, memorize it by heart." Xie Lang said.

Xiao Qi hummed and went back to the west side room.

Xie Lang watched Xiao Qi enter the room, heaved a long sigh, his heart that had been suspended for a long time fell to the ground, and couldn't help feeling, "Even if I go tomorrow, I don't worry."