I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Lang shook his hand and almost threw the wine bottle out.

"Be careful!" Zhongqing held his arm.

Xie Lang looked at him incredulously, what did you just say?

"Sanlang has always liked wine, why are you being polite to Brother Wei today?" Zhongqing noticed his mother looking at him and Xie Lang out of the corner of his eyes, and pretended to say, "This is the fine wine from the palace that the Emperor bestowed on Brother Wei, you can taste it quickly. .”

Zhongqing's mother laughed when she heard this, "Yes. Sanlang, try it. I like it. When I leave, ask Zhongqing to put a jar for you."

An altar? ?

Xie Lang looked at the rice wine in the glass, what the emperor bestowed on him just gave away like this?Did Zhongqing give too much, or did Zhongqing really want to make friends with him?

If it was the former, it meant that Zhongqing was a celebrity in front of Liu Che, and he must not offend him.If it is the latter, those who died in the line of duty in the previous life don't want to deal with the rich and powerful anymore, they just want to be ordinary people and grow old safely.

So no matter which one, Xie Lang is not happy to see it.

"Thank you, auntie. No need. Ever since I adopted that child, I was worried about teaching him badly, so I never drank again." Xie Lang said.

The woman was even more satisfied with Xie Lang when she heard this, "You can't drink alcohol in front of the child. How old is the child?"

"Three or four years old." Zhongqing said.

Xie Lang shook his head, "According to the imaginary age, he is already five years old."

"Actually, he's not yet four years old." Zhongqing continued.

Xie Lang suddenly looked at him, are you still human?Even this can be guessed.

Seeing that he had guessed right, Zhongqing said, "I have known Saburo for many years, and I can't guess what you are going to say next, but I have no face to tell my mother that you are my friend."

"Then you see a thief stealing Saburo's things, and you still laugh at him." The woman said, squinting at her son, joking without looking at the time.

Zhongqing smiled bitterly and said: "Mother taught me a lesson. I promise that there will be no next time. Sanlang, let's eat."

Xie Lang didn't even want to say a word at this moment, otherwise, after this meal was over, he could become Zhongqing's life-and-death friend.

"Okay. Thank you Brother Zhongqing, thank you Auntie." Xie Lang said.

Zhongqing returned to his seat, "Sanlang, you are welcome." He lowered his head to eat a piece of steamed duck egg, and found that there was no fishy smell. With a movement of his eyes, he put down the spoon, "Sanlang just said to build a house, did the wheat grow?"

Xie Lang nodded, "It's done."

"You are of the same race?" Zhongqing's mother asked.

Xie Lang shook his head slightly, "I also have an uncle, the uncle's family planted it for me."

"That's good, that's good. If you are alone..." The woman looked at Xie Lang's small body and bent over tiredly, "I almost forgot, how old is Saburo?"

Xie Lang wanted to say, ask your son.

But it's not good for him to have an enmity with Zhongqing.With Zhongqing's mother like this now, as long as he doesn't get into trouble with Zhongqing, Zhongqing won't dare to force him to do what he doesn't want to do.

Thinking of this, Xie Lang said honestly, "Seventeen."

"Seventeen? You look fifteen or sixteen years old." The woman said.

Zhongqing nodded, he also thought that Xie Lang was only sixteen, and he was still too young.

Xie Lang was 1.8 meters [-] in his previous life, and San Lang's height is worth mentioning.

Recently, eggs and meat are eaten every day. Xie Lang just hopes to grow taller. "People in my family grew slowly when they were young, and suddenly grew taller when they were nineteen or twenty. My mother used to say that I have an uncle who is 23 years old and grows taller." run away."

uncle?

Xie Lang was stunned, he always felt like he forgot something, now he finally remembered that Xie Sanlang's uncle's family hadn't been here since he passed through.

It stands to reason that there is only one 17-year-old boy in the family. Xie Sanlang's uncle should come to see if the nephew's land is plowed and whether the wheat has been planted.

"What's wrong? Saburo." Seeing his face changing back and forth, Zhong Qing worried.

Xie Lang: "It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't seen my uncle for several months."

"How many months?" Zhongqing combined what he heard just now, "When you were farming, your uncle didn't show up?"

Xie Lang nodded, "It's strange."

This year's Spring Festival, Xie Sanlang went to his uncle's house. His uncle's family was very enthusiastic and asked Sanlang to go to his house to play if he had nothing to do.The relationship shouldn't be so cold.

The well-informed woman understood, "It's not surprising. Sanlang, you are Zhongqing's friend, and I am your elder. To say something you don't like to hear, your uncle didn't show up. It's because you have nothing to gain. picture."

"Mother!" Zhongqing frowned, she couldn't say that.

Xie Lang showed the first sincere smile after entering the door, "Brother Zhongqing, don't be nervous, I'm not angry. Auntie's words are not pleasant, but the truth. I had a faint feeling before, but recently I ignored it. Auntie mentioned again, I don't feel sad at all, but I feel a sense of clearing the fog. Thank you, Auntie."

"You don't need to be so polite, as long as Saburo is not angry." Of course the woman knew she shouldn't say it, but she was worried that Xie Lang's uncle would cheat him of the money for building the house, so she said it without thinking.

When Zhongqing spoke just now, the woman already regretted it, but fortunately Xie Lang did not disappoint her, "In the future, be careful when things happen. When you don't know what to do, come to Zhongqing."

"Mother, Sanlang's house is far away from here, so it's inconvenient to go back and forth." Zhongqing said with deep meaning.

The woman couldn't help asking: "How far?"

Xie Lang subconsciously looked at Zhongqing, seeing that the other person looked like he was waiting for his answer, he was speechless, this person is really good, in order to find out his origin, he even plotted against his own mother.

"Thirty miles to the south in Silkworm Farm." Xie Lang half-truthfully said.

The chopsticks in Zhongqing's hands shook. Isn't the silkworm farm forty miles away from Chang'an City?

Did he remember wrongly?

impossible!

Last year when they were hunting with the emperor, they also went to the silkworm farm, and they even helped an old man at the east end of the village to beg for water.

Besides, the time is not right.

Sericulture is really thirty miles away from Chang'an, but it is more than ten miles away from the mountain.Carried the deer back to the village from the mountain, and dragged it to Chang'an and got noon.Where did he find the time to peel the rabbit?

Look at him eating slowly, obviously not very hungry.Must have eaten at home in the morning.

Zhongqing's heart turned a thousand times, and his face remained calm, "Mother heard it."

"It's a bit far away. Did you bring the things in the car from home?" The woman said with distressed expression on her face.

Xie Lang: "Our village is relatively close to the road built by the emperor in the early years. The road is flat. Although it is far away, it is not difficult to pull so many things."

"Yes, mother." Zhongqing made sure that he remembered correctly, it was because of the good road that they went all the way to the silkworm farm.

Xie Lang glanced at him, do you think you can become friends with me by saying this?Think beautifully.

Zhongqing smiled nonchalantly, "Sanlang, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Xie Lang thought to himself, even if it is hot, he doesn't want to eat it.

What he likes to eat is thick oily red sauce, stir-fried over high heat, and dishes with pot gas.

But people are under the eaves, not to mention it is not delicious, he has to swallow the chaff.

Xie Lang picked up the chopsticks and persuaded Zhongqing, mother and son to eat too.

Zhongqing got what he wanted, so he stopped talking.

After dinner, Zhongqing's mother saw that Xie Lang always spoke with a smile, thinking that he and Zhongqing had reconciled as before, so she left the front yard to the two, and she went back to the back yard to rest.

As soon as Zhongqing's mother left, Xie Lang stood up, clasped his fists at Zhongqing and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I will leave."

"My dear brother, you don't want to know why I tried every means to trick you into the mansion?" Zhong Qing said leisurely.

Xie Lang laughed, "I don't want to."

The calmness on Zhongqing's face disappeared instantly, "Sanlang—"

"You don't need to say anything." Xie Lang interrupted him, "You and I are not the same way."

Zhongqing couldn't help sighing, "I didn't say anything, how did you know? Because I live in a temple, you are a farmer in the countryside?"

Xie Lang nodded: "Yes."

"I believe that with your skill, if you enter the temple, you will definitely win the emperor's trust more than me." Zhongqing said.

Xie Lang frowned, "Your purpose is to select talents for the emperor?"

"Not all. The emperor is thirsty for talents, and the court needs talents. I hope that Sanlang will be an official. Apart from Sanlang's extraordinary skills, you are also low-key and modest."

"Modest? Me?" Xie Lang pointed at himself, "Are you kidding me?"

Zhongqing said seriously, "I'm not joking."

"It's because you don't understand me. I'm the tyrant in our village." Xie Lang pointed his thumb at himself, "I told your mother that it's true that I need money to build a house.

"There is one more thing I didn't say. My family is building a house at this time. Everyone in our village is helping. The east side of my house will be ready in two days. No accidents, the west side of the house will be ready tomorrow afternoon. Ten days later, the five houses will be ready. The house will be finished. Can't believe it?"

Zhongqing couldn't believe it.

But he believed his eyes more.

At first his mother wanted to beat him at the door, but Xie Lang's subconscious actions could not deceive anyone.A village tyrant will control his life?I'm afraid I wish his mother would beat him up violently.

"I've never seen a village tyrant wearing straw sandals. Don't say you're afraid of being targeted by gangsters. You didn't bring a child today, and ten thieves are no match for you."

Xie Lang's face changed slightly, this man is more difficult than a woman.

"Would you like to follow me back to have a look?" Xie Lang asked.

Zhongqing smiled and said, "Okay. Let's go now?"

Xie Lang took a breath, "You, you like my low-key and modesty, don't you? Then I'll change it from today, shall I?"

"It's late." Zhongqing saw that he was in a hurry, but he was not in a hurry, "Sanlang, is there something unspeakable?"

Xie Lang wanted to say, no.When the words came to his lips, he quickly said, "Yes, yes, you can find someone else. For example, for example..." Wei Qing, Huo Qubing.No, no, Wei Qing is Liu Che's brother-in-law, so he doesn't need Zhongqing's recommendation.

Huo Qubing was still a child, Zhongqing must have thought he was crazy when he said it.

"Anyone, except me anyway, whoever you want to find." Xie Lang said.

Zhongqing was amused by his eager look, "What should I do if I happen to fall in love with you?"

"Cold salad!" Xie Lang said.

Zhongqing wanted to ask what to do with cold salad.Thinking about the dishes I ate in summer, I couldn't help laughing again, "Brother Sanlang's words are really interesting."

"I'm boring." Xie Lang said with staring eyes, "If you dare to force me, I'll tell your mother."

Zhongqing: "Then I will tell my mother that Sanlang is a disciple of a master, and the emperor is very fond of Sanlang. Do you think mother is persuading you or me?"

"How dare you?!" Xie Lang pointed at him.

Zhongqing walked up to him, "Saburo treats each other honestly, so naturally I won't force him. But Saburo is full of lies, how can I believe that Saburo has something to hide?"

"Since when have I been full of lies?" Xie Lang looked at him, did this person check him?

Zhongqing: "Silkworms are within forty miles."

Xie Lang blurted out, "How do you know?"

"I have heard of the villages around Chang'an City." Zhongqing nonsense said.

Xie Lang opened his mouth, "...Despicable!"

"Not as good as my virtuous brother, the false ones are more true than the real ones." Zhong Qing felt the room darken, turned his head to look, his servant was at the door, "What's the matter?"

"Master, Mr. Xie's cart has been packed."

Xie Lang: "What happened to my cart?"

"Go and have a look in the courtyard and you'll find out." Zhongqing made a gesture of asking first.

The house was being built at home and needed a cart all the time. Xie Lang was busy and didn't have time to make another one. This cart must not be busy.

Xie Lang ran outside and saw that his cart was full of things.At the bottom are several bolts of cloth, the top seems to be ready-made clothes and shoes, and there is a cloth bag in the middle, if Xie Lang guessed correctly, it is five copper coins.

"What do you mean?" Xie Lang turned to Zhongqing.

"When your mother wants to give you ten guan coins, you look uneasy. Even if Sanlang is really a village tyrant, his heart is not bad. So Sanlang doesn't want to be an official in the court, and Zhongqing also wants to be friends with Sanlang."

Xie Lang frowned slightly, "My home is forty miles away from Chang'an City."

"My family has horses, and they travel eight hundred a day."

Xie Lang choked, "You are so idle as a court official?"

"People in Zhongqing speak lightly, and they take a bath once every five days in court, so they are really free."

Xie Lang opened his mouth, really wanting to swear.

But now he is an ordinary person, with a small family, an old man at the top, and a group of "idiots" around him, waiting for him to lead them to become rich and well-off. He can't be impulsive or impulsive.

"I don't like what I owe others." Xie Lang said.

Zhongqing smiled and said, "You deserve the five pennies in the car. The cloth was sent by my sister. My mother and I couldn't use it up, and it was full of insects. I ordered the servants to go out and buy the ready-made clothes and shoes. , Saburo is embarrassed to accept it, and if we hunt a deer, I will save one for Brother Wei."

"That's what you said." Xie Lang pointed at him, "Give me some more money, and I'll tell your mother everything I should and shouldn't say."

Zhong Qing smiled and nodded.

"Son."

Xie Lang turned his head and saw a servant from Zhongqing's family hurrying over, "What happened?"

"Young master and nobleman are here."

"Your Excellency?" Xie Lang finished speaking, and two people came from outside the door. The youngest was about eight years old, and the eldest was 24-[-], tall and tall, with deep eyes and a nose augmentation, with a rebellious look.

Xie Lang couldn't help asking: "Is he—"

"Why didn't uncle pick me up?"

"Qubing, slow down!"

"Qubing, don't run!"

Zhongqing hastily pulled Xie Lang over to avoid the rushing children.

Xie Lang staggered, "This is your nephew—wait a minute, what are you calling him?" Looking at the chubby little chubby man, he turned to the people around him.

"Quick."

"Uncle, he is—"

"Qubing!" Xie Lang hurriedly asked, "Qubing to treat the sickness?"

"Hey, how do you know my name is—"

"Huo Qubing?!" Xie Lang exclaimed in shock.

Startled, the child looked at his uncle.

Zhongqing couldn't help asking: "Do you know about Qubing?"

"You are his uncle? Don't tell me your surname is Wei, just a single name." Xie Lang stared at him intently, afraid that he might miss something.

Zhongqing nodded, "Yes. Didn't you already know about it?"

"When did I know?" Xie Lang asked hastily.

Zhongqing asked back, "I said my name is Zhongqing, but you still don't know?"

"You said your name was Zhongqing, but you didn't say your name was Wei Qing! There are so many people named Zhongqing in the world, how could I know that you are Wei Zhongqing." Xie Lang exclaimed in surprise.

Zhongqing: "Are there many?"

"A lot! Like Jiao Zhongqing—no, even if I didn't, I wouldn't know your handwriting."

Zhongqing: "Then how do you know that Qubing is called Huo Qubing? I never said that my nephew's surname is Huo."

"Of course it's because you have a good sister who gave birth to a princess for Liu Che, which proves that the widow has no disease, and it is still possible to give birth to a son. Your family—why are you blinking? I said you have a guilty conscience? I want to have a guilty conscience Said, your family has been compiled into a storybook and spread all over the world." Xie Lang said.

Zhongqing coughed and pointed behind him.

"What's wrong?" Xie Lang turned around and saw the man who came in with Huo Qubing smiling at him, "Are you—"

"Ahem!" Zhongqing hastily interrupted him.

Xie Lang turned to him, "What's wrong?"

"Stop talking." Zhong Qing said silently.

Xie Lang couldn't help frowning, "Why are you—" There was a sudden movement in his heart, he suddenly turned to the man behind him, and asked in disbelief, "You, are you...

... "

"No, this is Liu Che, the widow without a disease who is likely to give birth to a son."

Xie Lang's eyes darkened, and he staggered forward.

"Sauro!"