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In fact, Huangfu Changying's appearance was a bit of a surprise to me. I wondered why the marshal in charge of the town was a little domineering, but Huangfu Changying's face was full of heroism, but there was no trace of domineering.

In fact, seeing Huangfu Changying's appearance, I can somewhat understand why the princess of Fanbang asked someone to steal his uncle's body back to make a specimen.

It is indeed a pity that such a skin is buried in the soil and rotted.

Yanxi briefly talked to Huangfu Changying about my illness.

"Zhuyi, I went to see the emperor in the morning, and I will come to see you in the afternoon. After three years, we must have a good talk." Huangfu Changying said as he pulled out a wine jar that looked like a small water tank.

I looked at the water tank in astonishment, and thought, buddy, even if you are leading the army, you have to think about Gu Zhanqi's situation, isn't it too much to use this tank of wine to reminisce about the old days?

Huangfu Changying also stared at me up and down for a long time, and said: "It seems that you are really sick and forgot, how can I not remember that you can't drink, this tank is filled with clean water that I specially brought from Baoding Mansion. "

"I made a special trip to get a tank of clean water from Baoding Mansion?" I asked.

"This clear water was stolen from the well in Huaimao Sauce Garden." Huangfu Changying said.

It turned out that 11 years ago, Huangfu Changying's uncle, who had not yet died in battle, took Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying to ride horses in the suburbs of Beijing, but he rode to Baoding Mansion on a whim. Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying saw there There are many things that are not available in the capital, so I have to live there for a few days.

Both Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying liked the same specialty of Baoding Prefecture—Huaimao pickles, so they went to the old pagoda tree next to the sauce garden to drink porridge and eat pickles every morning.

Gu Zhanqi was eating porridge with pickles and donkey meat from Baoding Mansion, and asked Huangfu Changying, "Changying, do you think it's good to be an official?"

"It's probably not good. My father was an official and a generalissimo, but he died in battle not long after he became a marshal." Huangfu Changying thought for a while and sighed.

"Well, I also think it's not good to be an official. My father would stay up all night in the study and sigh when he came back from court. If we grow up, we won't be officials anymore. Let's start a business together in the capital." The pickle garden opened under the old willow tree at the entrance of Liushu Alley, and it was named Liu Sheng Pickle." Gu Zhanqi thought while chewing donkey meat and burning it.

"Okay, but we don't have experience in making pickles, why don't we go to the Huaimao soy sauce garden here to learn a few tricks first." Huangfu Changying suggested.

So Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying stayed in Baoding Mansion for a few more days, and besides eating pickles every day, they climbed over the wall and went to Huaimao Sauce Garden to learn art from a teacher.

One day, when Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying were concentrating on stealing a teacher, they were caught by the workers in the sauce garden and sent to the owner of the sauce garden.

"Oh, are you two here to steal the teacher?" Boss Jiang Yuan asked with a smile after understanding the general situation.

"It's not stealing, it's actually learning from it." Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying looked at each other and said stutteringly.

"Oh, I'm here to study. Do you think my pickles are better than those from other places?" asked the owner of Jiangyuan.

"Yeah, I can smell the aroma of soy sauce from afar. The salty ones don't hurt my throat, and the sweet ones don't taste greasy." Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying said.

"Hehe, you are children from Beijing. Seeing that you like my pickles, I will tell you a little secret. The reason why my pickles are delicious is because of the well in the pickle garden. A geographer surnamed Liao from Sanliao, Jiangxi Province selected the site. The emperor’s mausoleum was determined by the grandfather of that geographer. The geologist surnamed Liao said that the well in my house was drilled on the dragon’s veins. So when we add the water from this well when we make pickles, it tastes better than the dishes from other pickle gardens. Even if you steal it, oh, if you don’t learn from my home’s sauce-making skills, you won’t be able to pickle the same taste. Here comes the pickles." The boss of Jiang Yuanzi said with a smile.

Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying left Jiangyuan unhappy after being enlightened by the boss of Jiangyuan.

Along the way, Gu Zhanqi and Huangfu Changying discussed whether they should open a soy sauce garden in the future.

"Even if it's opened, we can't make that flavor of pickles without that feng shui well." Huangfu Changying said resentfully.

"Why don't we find a geologist from Sanliao, Jiangxi Province and choose a well in Liushu Hutong?" Gu Zhanqi said.

"No, didn't the boss of the sauce garden just say that anyone who dares to dig a well on the dragon's veins in the capital will be suspected of murdering the emperor and will be punished as a crime of rebellion. It seems that we still can't open a sauce garden." Huangfu Changying sighed.

"How about this, Changying, learn martial arts hard, and when you grow up in the future, you will fly into that soy sauce garden at night and open their well. Anyway, the water in the well will not run out, so we will use a water truck to pull a few." Che Shui went to Liushu Hutong to make pickles." Gu Zhanqi suggested.

I looked at the jar of water and thought to myself, I never thought that Huangfu Changying brought this tank of water because of Gu Zhanqi's childish words 11 years ago.

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