Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

When Liu Xuan said this, Yuan Tiangang's head was buzzing. He was a Taoist, but he was not a Taoist priest.

"Marquis Lantian, what are those? Although I, Yuan Tiangang, am old, I am not a pretender. I don't understand what you are saying."

Liu Xuan knew that Yuan Tiangang was not that easy to fool.

"Really don't know? I heard that you used to tell people's fortunes, but they were very accurate. There are so many officials in the Tang Dynasty. Just last year, many people asked you to do your work. I heard that the cost of calculating fortunes once is not low."

Yuan Tiangang blushed: "Lan Tianhou is joking, I am just an ordinary Taoist man. He has no ability. He is just able to understand the traces left by some Taoist ancestors."

"Hey. You finally admit that you are a Taoist priest. Since you are a Taoist priest, you can't move mountains and reclaim seas, you can't conquer demons and monsters, you can't tell fortunes, and you can't catch zombies. So what kind of Taoist priest are you? ”

Yuan Tiangang realized what happened next, and Lan Tianhou didn't seem to want to talk to him at all.

No matter what, there are some things that people understand and don’t want to contaminate.

Yuan Tiangang picked up an oil cake and was about to leave directly when he suddenly felt that it was not good for him, so he unwrapped a package from behind. Inside was a Feng Shui compass, with the eight trigrams of nature and nurture gathered in it, and Yuan Tiangang's own carvings on it. The subtle patterns can distinguish the direction of the stars.

"Since Marquis Lantian still has something to do, I will resign. Today, thanks to Marquis Lantian's enlightenment, I will be rewarded generously. This compass has been with me for decades. It is said that it existed in the Han Dynasty. Please accept it, Marquis Lantian."

Liu Xuan nodded, that's right. If you don't bring something out, you just talk nonsense and return the country's destiny. Do you know what the country's destiny is?

The compass in Yuan Tiangang's hand looked good at first glance. It was dark and shiny. The metallic luster from Shaanxi County occasionally covered the entire compass like thin threads. After opening it, scales appeared inside. The logo, the scales on it are some ancient characters, and there are small seal characters, which look quite old at first glance.

"Lao Yuan, why are you so polite? This thing is also an old thing. It would be great if you could pass it on to future generations in your family."

Yuan Tiangang touched his beard: "The Marquis is joking, this thing must be left to someone who is destined. The Marquis and I are so destined, if I don't give it to the Marquis, I'm afraid it won't be justified."

The old man was very happy and got into the carriage as soon as he went out.

The carriage outside the door had been waiting for a long time. At this time, light snow suddenly appeared in the sky and fell softly.

"Let's go to the Taishi Bureau."

The people driving the car were Yuan Tiangang's two young apprentices, one was fourteen years old and the other was fifteen years old. After they bowed respectfully to Yuan Tiangang, they shook the reins.

"Master, why should we go to the Taishi Bureau?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said: "Of course it's because I discovered something new, and I plan to record the things I discovered. You have to study hard. In this sect, the ever-changing changes are all filled with wisdom..."

When Yuan Tiangang went to the Taishi Bureau, he naturally found a good friend who was younger than him, but the two hit it off during a chance meeting. The two were very fond of astronomy and numerology, and they stayed up late to talk many times. Unfortunately, Li Chunfeng has not yet met. Realize that level.

But today, Yuan Tiangang understood that if he told Li Chunfeng these things, Li Chunfeng would definitely become enlightened.

Xiaoxue was a little confused. Cheng Chuxia was squatting in the room, listening to the numerical questions on the small blackboard.

Without a foundation in numbers, Cheng Chuxia's learning process was somewhat difficult, but as long as you told him what it meant, he could quickly figure out the answer.

At first it was just ordinary addition and subtraction, within ten.

Later, Liu Xuan increased the difficulty.

Cheng Chuxia's speed is very slow. Whether it is simple or complex, it seems to take nearly ten breaths to complete.

Later, Liu Xuan said a number greater than one hundred and added it to another number.

Cheng Chuxia obviously didn't know how to calculate, but he still gave his answer within ten breaths.

Completely correct.

Liu Xuan felt like he had found the right person. He never expected that there was such a person in the old Cheng family?

"It seems that you are very talented in numbers. Chu Xia, don't learn those sour articles in the future. Just be good at reading. It's enough."

Cheng Chuxia was confused: "Teacher, my father wants me to read."

"Learning words is useless. How can you learn words? You can't remember them. You have to memorize them by rote to read this story. Why don't you just give up and remember them slowly when you grow up? Yes, it will get better if you use it too much.”

Cheng Chuxia didn't quite understand, but he still believed in Liu Xuan.

Fang Yiyu, Yaya, and Da Zhuang were also doing the questions. Yaya completed it first, followed by Da Zhuang. Then, they handed the question book to Fang Yiyu. After Fang Yiyu checked it, there were no mistakes. After that, the two of them were allowed to leave.

At this time, Fang Yiyu had already begun to come into contact with the four arithmetic operations.

"Snowing!"

Yaya and Da Zhuang exclaimed.

The snow in the seventh year of Zhenguan came gradually and gradually, sometimes less and sometimes more. This year does not seem to be very eye-catching in history. After all, the era of the Tang Dynasty was very exciting, so exciting that there was almost no window of opportunity. People of all colors, all kinds of influential people, kept writing on the white paper of the Tang Dynasty with thick ink and colorful colors, gathering into a galaxy that has shone for five thousand years.

The Taishi Bureau with its high eaves always has an air of awe, because someone once said that history makes people awe.

The Tang Dynasty Palace, including places like the Taichang Temple outside the palace, all represent the majesty of the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, next to the small table, an old man and a middle-aged man were eagerly looking at the compass and Bagua map in front of them, discussing something excitedly, and recording while talking.

The wind blew up thousands of piles of snow foam and blew it into the house. They didn't seem to have any interest at all, as if everything was on the table in front of them.

"Old Yuan, if you and I take this step, we will definitely go down in history."

The old one is Yuan Tiangang.

At this time, he smiled at the younger man opposite him: "Chunfeng, you are only in your early thirties, and I am old. If you leave these things, you will definitely have a lot to do in the future."

Li Chunfeng looked calm and bowed: "Old Yuan, we are friends regardless of age, so there is no need to say more."

"I haven't figured out the wonderfulness of this place yet, you and I can figure it out together, why do you say that your time is coming?"

Yuan Tiangang looked at the snowflakes outside: "That's true, I have a good body, and it won't be a problem to hold on for another ten or twenty years."

"Live one day, one day, you and I will study this national destiny."