[Seventh Five-Year] Great Song Small Landlord

The handling of the case this time is simply Baitang's black history, because he was injured, Baitang strictly forbids Zhan Xiaozhao to tell this embarrassing thing, otherwise he, Young Master Bai, will not be in the world anymore.

Jiang Han has never seen rivers and lakes before, and the two worlds are connected... In his old man's mind, in his impression, it is still the world where the three-legged cat Kung Fu acts as the master.

No, classmate Baitang couldn't fall asleep anymore, and started to tell Jiang Han a story, who made this guy look like he hadn't seen anything in the big world.

But in this way, it is easy for Jiang Han to understand this world, it should be said that it is a world that ordinary people like him cannot touch.

In this world, when a child is still young, he or she will be specially tested for his bones. If his bones are good, he will be sent to practice martial arts. athlete.

For the Olympics and so on, if people with martial arts go to participate, it's a fake. The problem is that foreigners can't check it out.

Of course, there are still relatively few players like this, and only those who lack talent in martial arts will become athletes.

It should be said that those masters who practice martial arts disdain it, and they are tested to have good bones. Which one is not the focus of training by the court, and there is no need to be an athlete and compete with ordinary people for jobs.

It is really one in ten thousand who is found to have a good foundation. Not everyone can be selected by the imperial court.

Ordinary, that is, physical fitness.

For example, the radio gymnastics they learn in school is an improved version for the public. At least the physical fitness of the whole people is good, which will help the next generation to improve their roots.

Compared with the Chinese people in Jiang Han's impression, they really have much stronger physical fitness, which is the accumulation of many years.

Jiang Han remembered that when he was still Pang Yu, in the school he established, everyone could practice martial arts. I don’t know when the standards for practicing martial arts in the Song Dynasty changed. Only those with good roots can practice martial arts. Wu's qualifications are probably because those martial arts have broken the inheritance.

It had to be done in order to protect those that were left.

He still couldn't figure out what he could steal here, and even stole it to his family's ancestral hall, although the memorial tablet seemed to be nothing to be ashamed of.

It took him two days to complete a memorial tablet. Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao's, he hadn't engraved it yet. Fortunately, he hadn't engraved it. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to explain if these two saw it.

You can't say that you worship the two, so you engraved the tablet...

Will anyone believe it?Anyway, Jiang Han felt that he didn't believe it.

At least he has learned a lot. He understands that he can’t think with his own ideas, so he should add a mechanism to the ancestral hall. The mechanism last time was too simple. Wait for him to pretend to be a powerful one. Hehe, let that guy try again!

How to put it, he was also the person who led the craftsmen of the Song Dynasty back then.

Early in the morning, Zhan Xiaozhao went for a walk in the village, while Jiang Han boiled another bowl of medicine for Baitang, watching him finish it with a smile.

Baitang himself didn't know why, but under someone's benevolent eyes, he just made that bowl of concoction that was against human taste, it was a ghost.

"I'm back." Jiang Han came out with an empty bowl, and saw Zhan Xiaozhao came back with a fat chicken in his hand.

"Well, I bought a chicken from a fellow villager." Zhan Xiaozhao nodded. He went out for a stroll because he wanted to buy a chicken so that he could nourish Baitang's body. After all, he also vomited blood yesterday.

"It's quite fat." Jiang Han stared at the fat chicken, expressing his satisfaction, it looks delicious...

At the beginning, he also considered raising chickens in the yard, but considering the chicken droppings and other issues, he had better forget it. If he wanted to eat, he could just buy them.

"Benefit Tangtang." Zhan Xiaozhao said directly, "I can cook chicken stew pretty well."

"Wow, I don't see that Xiao Zhan can cook?" Jiang Han said in surprise. You know, although most chefs are men, there are not many men who love to cook.

"Yeah..." Zhan Xiaozhao's mouth twitched, he, he was two years older than this Jiang Han, and suddenly he was called Xiao Zhan or something, he always felt that he was being taken advantage of.

"The kitchen is over there." Jiang Han quickly pointed out the location of the kitchen to the other party. Anyway, the farthest one, the one closest to the water source, is the kitchen.

"It's quite far away." Zhan Xiaozhao said after taking a look.

"That is, the kitchen must be far away from the house, otherwise, if it catches fire, you will be the first to burn yourself into carbon." Jiang Han said seriously.

"It makes sense." When Zhan Xiaozhao heard it, indeed, in the countryside, there were no fire trucks. If a fire really broke out, it would be the rhythm of pills.

After being busy for a while, the smell came from the kitchen, and he almost wanted to cry to the neighbor next door. Well, he didn't know if the neighbor next door was crying, but Jiang Han felt that he was about to cry.

From the very beginning, he taught others in Song Dynasty to his cooking skills. Later, his ten fingers did not touch the spring water. He was really unfamiliar.

I miss Uncle Fat Chef...

"Tangtang, come and drink the chicken soup." Zhan Xiaozhao diligently took a big spoon, filled a bowl of chicken soup, and placed it in front of Baitang.

"They said you can't call me Tangtang anymore, just listening to it, you're going to develop diabetes..." Baitang couldn't help but complained.

"Come and taste." Of course, Zhan Xiaozhao couldn't cook chicken soup without distributing it to Jiang Han. After all, he borrowed someone's kitchen, and all the food, rice, oil and salt are his.

"Thank you." Jiang Han was polite, and then took it, there is no need to make trouble with his stomach.

"Drink well!" After Baitang took a sip, his eyes instantly doubled in size, staring at Zhan Xiaozhao, and said seriously, "Please marry me where you are!"

"Get lost." Zhan Xiaozhao refused with a cold face.

"Don't get lost, you're injured." Baitang said shamelessly.

"Recover the skin from the injury, drink more, it will get better soon, and there are still chicken legs." Although Zhan Xiaozhao had a cold face, his hands were not free.

"Too, so virtuous." Baitang said while clutching his heart.

"Xiao Zhan, who did you learn from?" Jiang Han took two sips and found the taste very familiar, so he couldn't help asking.

"My friend, their family has been an imperial cook for generations, but in his generation, they are more rebellious and have come out to cook private dishes." Zhan Xiaozhao said directly, having nothing to hide.

"You mean that fat man?" Bai Tang knew who it was, but that fat man has a bad temper, and loses his temper every time, ha ha!

"If he hears it, I won't cook for you." Zhan Xiaozhao said with a helpless expression.

"Let me just say, the taste is a bit familiar." Baitang said with a smack of his mouth.

"Is the chef? Is your surname Huo?" Jiang Han asked subconsciously. He knew that there was only one person who added this familiar taste to the chef.

"Hey, Jiang Han, do you know?" Baitang turned his head to look at Jiang Han and said, but after all, he opened a shop for private dishes and so on, so Baitang didn't suspect anything.

"I seem to have heard of it." Jiang Han said with a smile, the one he knew had died almost a thousand years ago.

"Let me tell you, that little chubby is very annoying. Most people can't invite him at all. If it weren't for my surname Bai, he probably wouldn't like me." Bai Tang almost wanted to roll his eyes, "But he is really good at cooking. eat."

"If there is a chance, I must try."

"But the guy has a bad temper, he doesn't like it, and he doesn't welcome anyone who doesn't think it's worthy of his food." Baitang couldn't help but vaccinated Jiang Han.

Thinking about being happy with Jiang Han, he even saved him. Although the medicine was so bitter that it was inhumane, his medicine was indeed effective, much more reliable than the doctors in their Jinyiwei.

If Jiang Han knew what Baitang was thinking, he would probably look up to the sky. After all, things handed down from 1000 years ago always have a little deviation, and nothing can be preserved forever.

It is the biography of Xu Wang that Jiang Han read before, which was modified by later generations, not the original version.

To be on the safe side, Zhan Xiaozhao asked Baitang to stay at Jiang Han's house for two more days, making Baitang's face round in a circle. According to Baitang's words, this is raising pigs...

However, they still have no clue about the murderer, even if they injured the person in Baitang, they have no clue.

Shame...

Instead, Baitang got a taste of eating in the countryside, and said that next time he was on vacation, he would come to play with Jiang Han, mainly for the delicious food.

Because it is on the side of the mountain, there are all kinds of mushrooms and dry goods. For foodies, this is heaven.

"Be careful all the way." Jiang Han bid farewell to the two, waved his hands, and watched Zhan Xiaozhao's car gradually go away.

Life seems to be back to before, eating alone and watching TV alone.

There is another person guarding the ancestral hall, humming this time he has put a lot of traps at home, he can't believe it!

He believed that after Zhan Xiaozhao and Baitang left, that person would definitely reappear, maybe there was something the other party needed in his old house.

For some reason, his intuition told him that the one who threw the dead body into his house and the one who broke into his ancestral hall should be done by the same person.

Come to think of it, the martial arts masters are not wholesale, so how can there be so many masters in a village.

In his house, what Jiang Han puts the most is the kind of drug that can stun elephants, even if you don't breathe, it will fall if it touches the skin.

such a pity……

The medicine given by my great-grandfather should be used less, and my heart aches.

Fortunately, he has a recipe, but if he makes it himself, it will be more troublesome.

Obviously, the little thief's patience should not be overestimated. In fact, during the few days when Zhan Xiaozhao and Baitang lived in Jiang Han's house, the little thief should feel as uncomfortable as scratching his heart and liver.

There was no need for Jiang Han to offer bait. That night, the little thief appeared. He probably thought that Jiang Han was an ordinary person, so he couldn't deal with it?

Hearing the sound of the mechanism, Jiang Han knew, little thief, he was waiting for him!

After taking the antidote, there is no other way. He is not Pang Yu who was invulnerable to all poisons in his previous life. He is so addicted to drugs. It is safer for him to take the medicine. It's embarrassing.

When Jiang Han went over and turned on the light, he looked confused. How could there be three of them?

Isn't there only one thief?Could it be that a gang committed the crime?

Looking at it again, Jiang Han was almost overjoyed. Among the three people who were fascinated, he knew at least two people. They were Zhan Xiaozhao and Baitang who left during the day. It is estimated that a carbine came and wanted to catch that little boy. Thieves are coming, smart is smart, but luck is not very good.

Who would have thought that Jiang Han, a kid, would throw drugs so insidiously, no, the two of them must have been tricked together.

As for the little thief, Jiang Han stepped forward and tore off his face scarf. He was shocked to find that this person had a good relationship with his grandfather, who had been nice to him before.

Are you all so awesome now?