Wei and Jin cooks

The good-looking Zhu Chuanlang reluctantly bought nine pots. Zhao Hanzhang waited for him to leave, and immediately dragged Fu Tinghan back to the county government office. First, he sent someone to Wushan to send a message, "Ask them to bring three more iron pots."

Then they took the paper they made and the "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" they made silently to Zhao's Wubao.

Fu Tinghan followed her around with an indifferent expression, not resenting her taking up a lot of his time at all.

It snowed heavily the day before yesterday, so now is still a good time to enjoy the snow.

Although Zhao Ming doesn't like to enjoy the snow with the guests in the garden, he likes to enjoy the snow alone.

It was rare that my father went out to meet guests, and he was the only one in the house. It was very quiet, so he dug out a jar of good wine, let people warm it up, and then sat in a ventilated pavilion to drink and enjoy the snow.

When Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan came over excitedly, he was half leaning on the mat, with one leg slightly bent, holding a small wine bottle and drinking to himself.

Looking at the carefree Zhao Ming, Zhao Hanzhang stopped for a moment, and even Fu Tinghan was surprised.

He looked at it for a while, turned to Zhao Hanzhang and said: "If all the romantic figures in the Wei and Jin Dynasties are like this, then I can understand why these people are defined as romantic figures in the history books."

This was somewhat different from the so-called celebrities he had seen at Zhao's banquet before.

Zhao Ming seemed to have heard the voice. He stopped drinking and turned his head slightly to look over.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other across a yard and a bare plum tree.

Zhao Hanzhang grinned at him and waved happily to him.

Zhao Ming put down his legs expressionlessly, slowly moved from lying down to sitting, put down the bottle of wine, and straightened his robes.

Zhao Hanzhang pulled Fu Tinghan up. Fu Tinghan still understood the look, held her back and said, "I don't think Uncle Ming wants to see us at the moment."

"It's a rare good opportunity, no, I mean, I've already come, and it's even worse to leave like this. Let's go, let's go. You just said that it's very romantic, and my uncle won't care." After that, he dragged Fu Tinghan. He walked over happily.

Zhao Ming became more expressionless as he watched the two of them enter the pavilion. After a rough salute, he sat down cross-legged on the opposite side of his mat.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Hanzhang exhaled and looked at the mist rising in front of him. He was curious, "Uncle, isn't it good to stay in the house on such a cold day? Why are you lying in this pavilion with wind leakage everywhere?"

Zhao Ming glanced at her and picked up the bottle again to drink: "Appreciate the snow."

Zhao Hanzhang looked out and smiled slightly. It was really beautiful covered in silver.

She didn't say what she was doing here, and Zhao Ming didn't rush her. He didn't even entertain the two of them, and just drank by himself.

He slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the two people sitting across from him. His cunning and shameless niece was looking at Xue in a daze, while Fu Tinghan next to her was looking at her in a daze.

His eyes shifted between the two of them, and finally he sighed softly.

When Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan heard the sigh, they came to their senses at the same time and turned to look at him.

Zhao Ming shook the wine bottle and said, "Uncle, you have a unique vision, and I can't even flatter you."

Zhao Hanzhang was waiting for his next sentence, but found that he kept drinking and seemed to have no next sentence. She couldn't help but said: "I know my grandfather has unique vision, but what next?"

Zhao Ming looked at her and said, "Then you took advantage."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him inexplicably.

Zhao Ming didn't explain. He was drunk and didn't bother to maintain etiquette. He lay back half-way, drank all the wine in the bottle, shook it and threw the bottle to Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang dexterously reached out to catch it.

Zhao Ming raised his chin and pointed towards the corner, "Pour some more."

Zhao Hanzhang looked and discovered that there was a brazier there. There was a stove beside the brazier, and a large wine pot on top of the stove.

The stove was empty and there was no fire, but the flagon was warm.

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the brazier, picked up the wine bottle and shook it. When he felt that the wine inside was even, he poured it into the bottle.

Sure enough, the wine that came out was smoking slightly and was hot.

The smell of wine spread, and Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but swallow. She handed the eight-percent-full wine bottle to Zhao Ming, and sat down on the mat with the wine bottle in hand.

She looked around and found that there was not even a cup in the pavilion, and was speechless.

The wine at hand kept getting into her nose. This wine is really fragrant~~

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at Zhao Ming, who was drinking alone, and simply picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.

It was soft in the throat, but the aftertaste was long. Zhao Hanzhang's eyes were bright and he couldn't help but said: "What a good wine."

Zhao Ming looked at her quietly and couldn't help but ask again: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Hanzhang took a big sip of wine, let go, smiled at him and said, "Uncle, I have three important things to tell you."

Zhao Ming snorted softly and asked nonchalantly: "Are they all good things?"

Zhao Hanzhang affirmed: "It's all good things!"

Zhao Ming shook the bottle and said, "Let's start with the thing where I don't have to work, or let's start with the thing where I have to work the least."

Zhao Hanzhang began to think deeply, with a confused look on his face. What should we start with?

Zhao Ming suddenly had a headache when he saw that she was thinking about it for so long.

It seems that since he recognized her as the master of Xiping County, she has been working for him. He has completely found an ancestor for himself.

Fu Tinghan coughed lightly and reminded her: "Let's start with teaching."

"Oh," Zhao Hanzhang immediately sat up straight and said, "Uncle, as for me, I got two books by chance. I thought they were easy to understand and more suitable for enlightenment than the books currently used for elementary education, so I decided to change the courses in the school. .”

Zhao Ming blinked, "The school is your school, you make your own decisions, why do you need to talk to me?"

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him and said: "Doesn't this require uncle's support? As you know, I am very busy, so I want to teach those children while my uncle and brothers can also listen and use their knowledge , it only takes a few days to master it..."

Zhao Ming understood, "You want them to change the enlightenment books too?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded eagerly.

Zhao Ming shook his head directly, "Everyone has his own teaching method. The clan handed over the traveling disciples to Zitu, and no one has ever thought of interfering with his teaching method. If you don't agree with it, you can leave."

He said: "A person can make things difficult for himself, but he should not make things difficult for others."

Zhao Hanzhang: "But my two enlightenment books are more efficient..."

She stopped under Zhao Ming's gaze and said, "Okay, if you still don't agree with changing the teaching materials and courses after listening to the class, I won't force it."

Zhao Ming snorted, but did not object anymore and asked: "What about the second one?"

Zhao Hanzhang took out the piece of paper they had folded and said in a low voice, "Uncle, look at it."

Zhao Ming thought it was some kind of secret, so he sat up straight, took it, and unfolded it, revealing a large blank piece of paper that had not been cut yet.

He looked carefully and found no secrets. He glanced at the wine in his hand and was reluctant to splash the paper, so he simply threw the paper back to Zhao Hanzhang, "Let's just tell you, what's wrong with this paper?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "...This paper was made in our papermaking workshop."

Fu Tinghan couldn't help but smile flashing in his eyes as he watched the interaction between their uncle and nephew.

See you tomorrow