I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

The strange old man looked at Han Yi with disbelief on his face: "You can swing a giant hammer?"

Han Yi was very unconvinced, and rolled up his sleeves: "Don't look down on people."

Yan Zheng, who was on the side, heard this conversation and suddenly remembered the way Han Yi swung the hammer, and couldn't help smiling.

When he was recalling here, Han Yi and the strange old man were about to fight over there!

Han Yi didn't mind blaming the old man for thinking he was fighting the five scumbags, and he didn't mind that he thought he was not good at all, but saying he couldn't forge would be wrong.

After he came to this world, he saved himself by blacksmithing. Why do you say he can't blacksmith?

If it weren't for the fact that there is no kiln here, he would have performed a live blacksmithing show for the old man!

Yan Zheng stopped the furious Han Yi and said, "This sword was indeed forged by him, we don't need to lie to you."

The strange old man was grinding his beard, but he still felt a little unbelievable: "It's weird, it's weird."

Han Yi snorted, pulled Yan Zheng and said, "Let's go, sleep!"

It was a cold day, and of course Yan Zheng didn't want to continue entanglement with this strange old man, so he wanted to follow Han Yi back to the tent.

The strange old man said while sitting by the fire and drinking soup: "It's not easy for you two dolls, let's go and sleep in the house."

Han Yi paused, turned to look at the strange old man and said, "Then don't disturb our sleep."

The strange old man suddenly blew his beard and stared: "Don't you want to sleep, old man?"

All right, Han Yi said decisively, "Pick up your luggage and go."

Who wants to sleep in a tent when they can sleep in a stone house? I also know that a tent is not as good as a stone house for wind protection.

After entering, Han Yi and Yan Zheng occupied the right side, and gave up the stone bed on the left side to the old man.

Of course, the main reason is... Although it is said to be a stone bed, it is just a big rock, and it is still an uneven big rock. Han Yi reckoned that sleeping on it might not be as comfortable as sleeping on the ground.

When he was done, he saw Yan Zheng take off his fur coat very naturally and said, "Come in."

Han Yi's head was full of black lines: "Isn't it necessary?"

At any rate, they were inside the house, and they also had other things to keep warm, so it was impossible for the two of them to sleep together.

Of course, the most important thing is that he was worried that he would fall asleep in Yan Zheng's arms again.

Although he is usually careless, he also feels that this rhythm is not right. This should be the heroine's script!

Yan Zheng looked a little disappointed: "Did I disturb you last night?"

"No!" Han Yi shook his head immediately, Yan Zheng was sleeping too quietly.

Of course, it is also possible that Han Yi fell asleep relatively early so he didn't pay attention, but the fact that he was not woken up while sleeping together is enough to show that Yan Zheng slept very peacefully.

Yan Zheng didn't speak, but just looked at Han Yi. Against the fire in the room, his light-colored eyes seemed to be beating with flames.

Han Yi couldn't resist for a while, and was cowardly. He got into his fur coat silently and whispered, "If I'm not honest when I fall asleep, just push me to wake me up."

Yan Zheng covered his back tightly and said with a smile, "Okay."

Han Yi was relieved, and then slept until he was disturbed.

Yes, this time he didn't sleep until he woke up naturally, but was woken up by a noise.

At this time, Yan Zhengzheng was talking to the strange old man again, Yan Zheng's voice was very low, the strange old man's usual volume, but it was enough to wake Han Yi up.

Han Yi opened his eyes and didn't react for a long time. Yan Zheng felt the change of his breathing, turned his head and touched his cheek and said, "It's okay, continue to sleep."

Yan Zheng's hands were a little cold, and Han Yi suddenly woke up and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Is someone chasing you?"

Yan Zheng said, "No, don't be afraid."

Han Yi looked at the strange old man with an unfriendly expression and asked, "What are you going to do in the morning?"

The strange old man clicked his tongue twice and said, "What time is it? Get up and hurry! Hurry up and send you to the border of Yanzhao and leave!"

Han Yi was a little surprised: "Don't you believe it?"

The strange old man glanced at him and said: "Just because you can recognize that piece of iron, even if you don't know how to make a sword, you must understand it. Just answer the old man's questions on the way."

Han Yi yawned and said, "Okay, get up."

The two of them are still running, as if they really shouldn't be so leisurely.

The strange old man said before leaving the house: "Practice the sword when you have time. Kung fu is a day, and it takes ten days to make up for it."

Han Yi waited until he finished speaking to realize that this sentence should be addressed to Yan Zheng. He turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, and found that Yan Zheng's face was unmoved: "What did you eat this morning?"

Han Yi couldn't help laughing. If Yan Zheng didn't want to, he wouldn't urge him. Anyway, Yan Zheng's future doesn't require him to kill people himself.

In comparison, what to eat is more important, Han Yi thought for a while and said: "Don't eat too much oil in the morning, let's cook some porridge, and I will make you a crockpot stewed rice at noon."

Yan Zheng was already going to wash the rice, but when he heard it, he turned around and asked, "What is that?"

Han Yi waved his hand: "You will know it at noon, but you can't do it in the morning."

So Yan Zheng, who hadn't had breakfast yet, was already looking forward to lunch.

Anyway, everything Han Yi makes is delicious.

When they went out, the strange old man was still posing there, as if he was waiting for Yan Zheng to practice his sword and give advice.

In the end, he saw Yan Zheng holding the jar and leaving, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan Zheng showed him the yellow rice in the jar, and the old man suddenly understood what he meant, and said with a bit of hatred, "You were not born to do this!"

Han Yi, who was cutting dried vegetables with a dagger, paused after hearing this, and looked up at Yan Zheng. To be honest, he quite agreed with the old man's words.

It's just that the conditions don't allow it, it's all Zhao Wang and Yan Zijian's fault!

Han Yi silently made another note to them in his heart, Yan Zijian probably had no chance to mess with him, after all he was Yan Zheng's biological father.

He threatened Jiang Buwei before and said it smoothly, but it really messed up Yan Zijian's plan to win the prince, and he couldn't do it.

It can only be added to King Zhao.

Han Yi set the jar on the fire, then pinched a little lard and threw it in, and then threw the soaked dried vegetables into it.

Such a simple and crude cooking method, he didn't even want to admit that it was stir-frying.

It's just that on such a cold morning, when you are hungry, the smoke from cooking dried vegetables in oil wafts out with the unique greasy aroma of animal fat, and Han Yi also put some cornel for seasoning to add flavor. A little spicy.

For a moment, the strange old man who wanted to continue persuading Yan Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fragrance, and then... forgot what he wanted to say.

The strange old man's attention was attracted to Han Yi, while Yan Zheng...Yan Zheng ignored him at all, and the figure holding the pot was gradually shrouded in the morning smoke in the forest.

The strange old man saw that Han Yi gave it a few simple strokes, and a plate of fragrant vegetarian dishes came out. However, because the porridge hadn't been cooked yet, he put the dishes next to the fire to keep warm, and then...started playing with mud?

The strange old man couldn't help squatting beside Han Yi and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Yi said casually: "The soil quality here is good, let's make some baking trays."

When he bought things with Yan Zheng, he was inexperienced. He only had a pair of bottles and cans, so there were very few cooking techniques that he could use.

Before, he was busy running, and he had no time to do other things. Now... the strange old man seems to be able to fight, so he should be safer for the time being.

If there is a baking tray, there are too many things that can be made. It is a pity that there is no kiln, otherwise he will make an iron one. It is too easy to crack with mud, and it is estimated that a new one will be made after a few times.

The strange old man watched Han Yi make a square plate that could be stably hung on the fire rack with a copper wire, and then put it on the fire to roast, and suddenly felt that this little doll was also very interesting.

Of course, the most important thing is that the cooking is also delicious, so this trip doesn't look like a loss.

When Yan Zheng came back, he happened to see the strange old man sitting aside and staring at Han Yi without speaking, while Han Yi was doing his own thing and ignored the old man.

Yan Zheng suddenly became vigilant, walked over and sat next to Han Yi and the strange old man and said, "The river is about to freeze, and the road ahead may not be easy."

It's strange that the old man suddenly realized a problem at this time: "No, there is a town nearby, why don't you two dolls go?"

Han Yi paused, and suddenly thought of a very serious question - he hadn't figured out how to fool the old man, what if the other party heard that they were fugitives, not only refused to escort them, but turned around and exposed them ?

If you can't fight and fight, you may not be able to run!

Han Yi suddenly regretted letting the old man escort him. Hey, sure enough, don't make any important decisions at night, it's easy to deceive yourself.

When he was still struggling here, Yan Zheng said: "We offended a nobleman, and were hunted down by the nobleman all the way, so we had to bypass the city."

Han Yi silently gave Yan Zheng a thumbs up in his heart, which is really enough to avoid the important and ignore the trivial. Of course King Zhao is a nobleman, and he is also the top nobleman in the Zhao country.

The strange old man still looked at them suspiciously: "Offend the nobles? Where's your lord?"

Yan Zheng said succinctly: "The merchants at home are all in the country of Yan."

Seeing that the two of them were fully equipped, the strange old man became more and more suspicious, and asked again: "Who did you offend? The nobles of Zhao State, the old man knows."

Yan Zheng glanced at him: "I don't know this person either." He paused and said, "I met him at the Fuchun Station. This person... is extremely rude, but there are many people. We don't want to Get entangled with him and avoid it."

The strange old man listened to Yan Zheng hesitating and saying that the other party was rude, looked at him and then at Han Yi, stared at Han Yi for a while and finally seemed to understand something, nodded and said: "No wonder, since this is the case, the old man will get rid of this for you. Damn it."

After speaking, the old man jumped up and left. Before leaving, he said: "I will come back when I go, remember to save some food!"

Han Yi stared dumbfounded as he disappeared after a few leaps, with question marks all over his head: You don't even know who it is, are you afraid you are going to kill the wrong person?