Martial Sage

Han Che, who wanted to talk, but the familiar drowsiness hit him like a tide once again.

Tang Hao's voice gradually became fuzzy, Han Zhe let out a slight snoring, and fell into a deep sleep again. Tang Hao was not unwilling to talk to Han Zhe, but was not ready for the time being.

He seems to have accidentally learned a big secret in history. Those outstanding people seem to have come out of the secluded crowd. Huang Shigong, who presented the art of war to Zhang Liang, taught Zhuge Pangtong's Shui Jing, these people are full of magic.

Learning, this thing is destined to be time-sensitive. The academy wants to know that people in the Tang Dynasty who have passed on the learning, preferring to engrave it in the mind of the disciple, rather than engraving it on the stone, it is a group of selfish and despicable. People only.

When the sun was westward, Han Che woke up, the effect of the medicine was no longer effective, but he was sore and weak, struggling to get up, and found that the silk thread on his body had been untied.

But his current state is not suitable for escape. A voice came from the deck. He pushed open the hatch and saw Tang Hao surrounded by an apron, his hands covered with flour, and he was kneading a large piece of dough.

Tang Hao turned around and said to Han Che, "There are chairs there. You will sit for a while and sleep for seven or eight days. Your body must be very weak. I will knead the noodles and start making dumplings. I will eat more at that time."

Han Che was not surprised that Tang Hao would entertain him like this, nodded and sat on the chair, pointing to his clothes and asking, "Whose clothes are these?"

"My pajamas are just two sets. If you don't have pajamas, just take mine first. Others think you won't wear them either."

Only then did Han Che relax. If it was someone else's, he wouldn't wear it to death. Since it was Tang Hao's, it would be fine. He lowered his head and sniffed the sleeves and found that there was a very fresh smell on it. Han Zhe found that Tang Hao was very easy to do these things.

After kneading the dough, he held a porcelain bowl and stirred the meat ball inside with his chopsticks. The movements were familiar and beautiful.

Is cooking and eating a very interesting thing? Han Che coughed twice and said, "Why do you like to cook? Isn't that something for the undergraduates."

"You know what a fart, this is a kind of fun, just like some people like to make tea, some people like to make tea, I like to cook, I don't like other people's cooking. I used to cook the meals of my master and me. At that time, even though life was very hard, Wu You was carefree, where was the work and effort like now."

When Han Che heard the senior mentioned by Tang Hao, he couldn't help but sit up straight to show respect. After thinking for a while, he asked strangely: "You mean you don't like the feeling of standing on the court and calling for the wind and rain?"

"I called the wind and the rain and I was not forced by you. If it wasn't for you to make trouble, I would arrange everything here at best, and then I would go back to Yuhua Mountain to spend a leisurely day. It's a hot day. Wouldn't it be okay for me to sleep under the big tree?" Tang Haobian Talking about making dumplings, rolling out the stuffing in one go.

In a short while, a large row was placed on the drape woven by reeds. Throwing garlic to Han Che, looking at Han Che's clumsy appearance, Tang Hao sighed, but said, "People live in the world, and they come with clothes to stretch out their hands and open their mouths. It's boring. People are the primates of all things. This world should It is our own use of all the conditions at hand to make ourselves a better life. This is the meaning of being a human being."

Han Zhe finally peeled off the garlic, put it in a small porcelain bowl and smelled his own hand, and then went to wash in the basin next to him. Without using the cloth leaves there, he shook the water beads on his hand and came behind Tang Hao.

Seeing him making dumplings, he sighed and said: "I can imagine how easy your days were, unlike when I was born uneasy. Tell you one thing, the slave is actually It's my brother, my brother."

"It can be seen. I found out when I asked them to converge. Although there is a big difference in body shape, you are still very alike. You have been married in a small circle for thousands of years, and you have dementia. The probability of being stupid is very high. ."

"Where did you bury them?" Han Che was a little depressed.

"Under Dulong Peak. The Taoist said it was a good good land. I gave them the wooden ball as a funeral." Tang Hao wrapped the last dumpling and patted the flour on his hands.

"Thank you, many slaves were sent to the volcano to be turned into ashes in the end. It is a great fortune that the two of them can have a decent tomb." A rare touch of human warmth appeared on Han Che's face.

Looking at Han Che’s bitter face, Tang Hao looked at the cabin door again: "If you say too much, you will lose it. A volcano is enough to lock a few positions on the land of Datang. We are still enemies until now. I know the old nest, you are all over."

Han Che laughed and said, "What if you know, you are going to go sooner or later."

"Don't go, you don't need me to find you, you will kill yourself for fun. I usually don't get within three hundred miles of the volcano."

When the third wife came out of the barn, Tang Hao started pounding garlic and prepared the red oil and vinegar sauce. He only waited for the water to boil and started to cook dumplings. The third wife and Han Zhe came to help after the ceremony.

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