Attunement into fine rules

From here, you can see the huge city not far away, with a blue background and gold-rimmed flag fluttering in the wind, and soldiers with sharp armor standing at the gate of the city.

Wei Yuan took a sip of the tea, Wei Lang and Lichen mother and son sat beside him, Wei Hu ran to the tea seller and said with a familiar smile: "Sister, let me borrow the stove for a while." use."

"Please, please use." The tea seller set up a stall here to welcome customers from all over the world. She has always been very articulate and aggressive. At this time, she blushed instantly when she heard the handsome and amiable young man call her sister. stuttering.

Wei Yuan took a look at Wei Hu. After more than four months of being away, this little tiger is more and more able to use its own advantages. Wherever he goes, he always has a smiling face to everyone, and his mouth is very sweet.

When you meet young people, you call them brothers, when you meet old people, you call them uncles, and when you meet women, you open your mouth and call them sisters no matter how old they are.

Others really still eat his set.

Wei Hu took out the spatula from the carriage to wash it clean, took out the ingredients and seasonings, and said to Wei Yuan, "My lord, let's make some food first, and when we enter the city and find a place to stay, we can make a proper meal." .”

After finishing talking, first cut out shredded bacon with green and red peppers, set the pot to cook the noodles, pick up the noodles after they are cooked and set aside for later use.

Then pour oil into the iron pan set on the stove, sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion and garlic and sauté until fragrant.

Then put in the shredded green and red pepper bacon and stir fry, pour the noodles into the pot and stir, sprinkle with salt, add five or six unknown seasoning powders, and finally pour sesame oil into the pot.

The rich aroma of fried noodles immediately permeated this small tea shop.

The tea seller next to her was stunned. Besides tea, she also sold steamed buns and cold dishes to passers-by. She always thought the taste was okay, but it was completely incomparable with this fragrant smell.

I have never seen such a particular person when going out. It’s fine to bring your own tea, but you even bring your own food pots and bowls for cooking.

When her child smelled the fragrance, he was so greedy that he already put his index finger in his mouth and sucked it.

In this era, apart from salt, the condiments are sour plum sauce, sugar, wine, and sauce made from soybeans, which must be prepared by wealthy and wealthy families. Ordinary people often use rapeseed oil and salt.

Wei Yuan fell in love with the world's fireworks in his previous life, so early in the morning, he made all the seasonings such as cumin, pepper, and pepper, which were not available in this era, through genetic transformation.

Even if the shape may not be exactly the same as something seen in the previous life, the taste is almost copied.

Wei Hu filled five bowls of fried noodles and brought them over on a tray. Seeing that there was still some left in the pot, and seeing that the tea seller's child was already drooling with greed, he smiled and said, "Sister, give the child a bowl."

The tea seller responded, and filled a pottery bowl for the child as she said. Seeing that the child was eating without looking up, she felt sorry, so she turned to clean the spatula that Wei Hu had left on the stove.

... really willing to put oil.

I don't know how this oil is pressed, it is clear and clear without choking, and the oil fume is much smaller than the rapeseed oil she used.

Wei Yuan picks up a chopsticks of fried noodles and chews them in his mouth. Wei Hu's cooking skills are good, and the ingredients are just right, but it's a pity that the bell pepper and onion are missing.

Although I brought enough oil, salt and seasonings, I still purchased noodles, vegetables and meat at the last destination. After all, going out is no more convenient than at home.

Wei Lang silently refilled his cup of tea beside him.

At this time, I saw a carriage coming from a distance on the official road. The horses were four fat and strong pure black horses, only their hooves were snow-white, and there were golden bells hanging around their necks.

It is the "four hooves on the snow" in the BMW spectrum.

The body is made of red sandalwood with pear pattern, and the outer wall is delicate and warm, carved with patterns, just like a work of art.

This kind of wood is dense and fragrant, with elegant texture, and it takes 200 years to become useful.

Moreover, it is known as "ten sandalwood and nine empty", and it is rare to find great talents, so most of them are made into incense beads and finger rings in the market, and even a chair and stool are rarely seen.

It is rare and expensive to build a carriage like this.

On one side of the carriage, there is a palm-sized golden coat of arms with yin and yang double carps, which represents the royal status of the owner.

The carriage stopped in front of the tea shop. The tea woman sells tea at Jichengkou all year round. Naturally, she has good eyesight. She quickly put down the washed spatula, wiped her wet hands with the apron around her waist, and ran over to nod and bow. Said: "What does your lord need?"

A noble guest like this would stop by occasionally, and usually only order some urgently needed things from her, and would not get out of the car to drink tea and eat.

Driving the car were two young men with delicate features, dressed in strong blue suits, looking very handsome and energetic.

One of them said to her arrogantly, "What do you eat here, give us a portion."

His Royal Highness is rich in gold and jade, and has never used rough food on the roadside.

However, when I came to Jicheng to do business today, I passed by this small tea shop and smelled a strange aroma of roasting, which made my mouth water, so I stayed here just now.

"This...these are made by the customers themselves." The tea seller asked, "The shop doesn't sell them."

"Then let them make another one." The coachman sat on the shaft and commanded condescendingly, "Our Highness will not give less reward."

The tea seller had no choice but to run into the tea tent again to discuss with Wei Yuan and his party.

Wei Hu has a keen ear, and had heard the conversation between the tea woman and the coachman a long time ago. He was dissatisfied with the coachman's superior and reasonable attitude, and immediately said loudly: "They are all passing by. If everyone comes to ask me to cook for him, I want to take root here and become a cook!"

"It seems that someone is short of his little money. Otherwise, I will reward him and ask him to come down and cook a meal for our young master?!"

The so-called tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, Wei Hu let go of his voice, and the sound was exceptionally loud. The coachman heard it clearly, and he was furious. With distinct hands, he lifted the gauze curtain slightly, and took a look outside.

Then came a calm and magnetic voice: "Yang Xiao, there's no need."

"But Your Highness..." Yang Xiao, the coachman, looked obviously unconvinced.

"Isn't it strange that the blood of the Fallen Cultivator is pretending to be sold in the world?" The voice laughed softly, and then fell silent.

Yang Xiao, who had never been bullied like this before, was still angry, but since His Highness said so, he accepted the other party's heart, and waved his whip instead: "Drive!"

All the way, Juechen headed towards the gate of Jicheng.

Wei Yuan didn't take this petty quarrel to heart. When he had eaten half a bowl of fried noodles and was rinsing his mouth with tea, he saw the tea seller approaching, rubbing his hands together and saying, "My lord...you have entered the city." In the end, I should be more careful, there are many nobles in Jicheng, so don't be bumped into."

Although she came from a humble background, she has set up a tea stall here for many years and has seen many customers, so she has a good eye.

Although this group of people all have extraordinary appearances, good manners and diet, and are very capable in appearance, but seeing that their bullock carts are regulated by commoners, and they are all wearing ordinary cotton clothes, I am afraid that they are Gao Gao who was convicted and fled from other countries. door nobles.

It is said that the ancestors of the Yi Kingdom's imperial family fell some time ago, so they are changing dynasties. Maybe the blood of the Yi Kingdom's imperial family is here.

Generally speaking, such people will be recruited by big families or even the royal family of the country as their followers. They will definitely have a bright future, but they will certainly not be as good as they were back then.

To put it bluntly, a phoenix with shedding hair is not as good as a chicken. If it causes disasters because of arrogance, it is not beautiful.

"Thank you for the reminder, big sister." Wei Yuan thanked the tea seller, then turned to look at Wei Hu, "Did you hear that? Learn to be more prudent in the future."

Wei Hu stuck out her tongue and cleaned up the dishes on the table swiftly.

Wei Lang left a dozen or so copper coins for the tea shop, which was used as the firewood for the stove, and Wei Yuan went into the city in an ox cart.

The big city is really different from other places. The flat bluestone road can accommodate five large cars in parallel. There are two to four-story brick buildings everywhere. There are a variety of shops. There are many passenger and cargo ships passing by like an arch bridge, and workers at the wharf are sweating profusely unloading cargo.

The flow of people shuttles like weaving, very lively.

Wei Lang and Lichen were stable and could still carry them. Wei Hu and Er Zhuang walked among them, turning and looking, but their eyes were not enough.

"My lord, shall we live here?" Wei Hu said loudly while leading the cow, pointing to an inn by the roadside.

Wei Yuan opened the curtain in the car, and saw that the inn had the word "Yun Lai" written on it, which stood in the shape of a Chinese character back on the side of the road. It was three stories high, the walls were painted with colored powder, and red lanterns hung on the cornices. It's not a star-rated hotel in the previous life, it really looks grand.

So he said "OK", and Wei Lang carried him onto the cart, and the group walked into the inn.

The waiter's eyes are the worst. Although Wei Yuan and his group are dressed in ordinary cotton clothes, they are all handsome and graceful, and with the addition of the strange beast pulling the cart outside, it doesn't look like they have no money.

So he put the towel on his shoulders, greeted him enthusiastically, and said flatteringly: "You guys have really good eyesight. We are the biggest and best inn in Jicheng. You are right to come here."

Wei Lang stopped at the counter and said, "Two double rooms and one single room, both of which are in the room."

The Lord is not good at doing things, so he will take care of him personally.

Wei Hu shares a room with Er Zhuang, and they can play together.

Lichen is a woman and has a separate room.

Although the inn is good, the price is expensive. The package of three rooms costs 15 taels and eight cents a month. Push Wei Yuan to resettle.

The waiter saw that Wei Yuan was the master, so he kept walking around beside Wei Yuan. The son and the son called shortly, very enthusiastically.

Their income from running errands, apart from the unshakable two hundred dollars a month, is based on occasional rewards from guest officials.

Wei Yuan saw that the guest room was tidy and the daily utensils were in order, so he asked the waiter in the shop, "Where is the spiritual root in the city?"

This is not a secret in Jicheng, the waiter replied: "In Zhuocuiju... Well, it is a building located in the center of Jicheng, and you will know the way when you go out and ask around."

Immediately afterwards, he added: "The immortal master will be there every day from Chen to noon. If you want to test, you need to hurry up tomorrow."

Wei Yuan nodded, thinking that he must meet this immortal master.

I don't know the difference between the genes of a cultivator and the genes of ordinary people, and what kind of existence spiritual roots are.