Cao Cao crosses Wu Dalang

Chapter 148

"Who am I?"

Cao Cao put his sword back into its sheath, and looked at Xia Houhu. There was still a trace of Xiahou Miaocai's expression in the corners of his eyes and brows, but his muscles and bones were thin and he didn't seem to know martial arts. .It’s just that this sword is destined for me, and I happen to know its origin.”

Turning his head, he said, "Shi Xiu, take something worth ten thousand guan."

"No!" Xia Houhu quickly waved his hand and said, "Since you tell me about your history, I won't charge you a penny. A man speaks like a mountain. Are you a son of Xiahou's family who sees profit and forgets righteousness?"

Hearing this, Cao Cao stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Forget it, then I am ashamed to receive this sword. From now on, you will be Wu's friend. When you have time, come to Yanggu County to report my Wu Zhi name." , Someone will lead you to find me."

Xia Houhu cupped his hands, and said seriously: "One day when someone leaves home to study, he will definitely visit you."

Cao Cao returned the salute with a smile, and the two sides bid farewell.

Cao Cao was in a good mood after leaving the Sword Qi Hall. Everyone heard that the sword was Cao Cao's sword, and they were all happy for him. "Wu Mengde" got the real Mengde's sword. Is this a coincidence or something?
Wu Song knew Cao Cao's origin even more, and he was very happy to see him get the old sword. He secretly pulled Cao Cao and said, "Brother, since he is an old friend, why don't you take him under his command?"

Cao Cao sighed in a low voice: "The career I am waiting for is no small matter. I think he is weak, why should he take risks with me? After he has a foundation, it will not be too late if he is willing to join."

The group of people happily walked another way, and when they arrived outside the Zhuque Gate, it really became more and more prosperous. Cao Cao pointed to an "Zhu's old shop" and said: "The scale of this place is extraordinary, and it will be my next place."

Hearing this, the waiter at the door smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, he hurried up to lead the horse, and said flatteringly: "Your guest has extraordinary eyesight, I dare not hide it from you, Bianjing's 72 famous buildings, my house is also ranked , is well-known for its sincerity and hospitality, and only wants guests to feel at home. Although the 'Yaoguang' brewed by the store is not as famous as Fanlou's 'Mei Shou' and 'He Zhi', the taste is not inferior to it."

Everyone was on the road for several days, and when he said it, they all felt drunk. Li Kui said: "This little brother, you are so good at boasting, so why Yaoguang is so good, let's drink a jug first."

Cao Cao smiled and said to Wu Erlang: "I went out several times and drank some good wine. I always hate that you are not here. Today I can drink good wine together. But I am waiting for a big event, and I will get drunk if I am not good. One person and one pot will be saved. Let’s have a taste first.”

Xiao Er took the horse to the horse gallery to feed it, and everyone opened several rooms, put down their luggage, gathered in the private room of the hotel, ordered a table of delicacies, a jar of fine wine, and it didn't take long for them to be served one after another. —

For example, the flower soup cake is made of white plum petals stored in winter and sandalwood. The juice is used to knead the noodles, and then the noodles are shaped into flowers.
Another example is the lotus house fish bun, which is made by dicing mandarin fish meat, seasoning it, stuffing it into lotus pods made of mung bean noodles, and steaming it on lotus leaves;
Another example is the duck with bamboo shoots. Only the bamboo shoots produced in Hangzhou are selected, soaked and chopped, and put into a small porcelain jar together with the washed local duck. , the fragrance is overflowing;
Even the simple steamed lamb is carefully selected tender lamb slices with fat, put them in a thick porcelain steaming bowl, add green onion, ginger wine, a little salt and vinegar, seal the mouth of the bowl and steam it slowly over low heat. , and pour a cup of almond cheese boiled with almond pulp and sugar.

All in all, there are twenty or thirty dishes, and none of them are not exquisite and meticulous.

Even a rough man like Li Kui was amazed at seeing it, and shouted: "Mother, no wonder people often talk about beautiful food. Today's food is really delicious. I wish I could tie up his cook and cook it for my mother and treasure when I go back home." Lotus to eat."

Cao Cao laughed and said, "It's not necessarily difficult. When Zhu Fu Restaurant is completed, teach him to come to Tokyo and hire a cook at a high price. You can eat as much as you want with your mother and daughter-in-law."

What I said made everyone look forward to it. Picking up chopsticks to taste it, it is really delicious, and every dish has its own beauty.

When most of the people were full, Luan Tingyu put down his chopsticks and saw that Li Kui was still eating Haisai. It’s very beneficial, today’s food and wine are good, why don’t you write a poem?”

Shi Xiu laughed: "Brother Luan, there is no bully like you anymore. If you let Tieniu write a poem, it is like inviting Huang Wenbing to a martial arts competition. You are really bullying people face to face." Everyone laughed when they heard this.

But Li Kui said indignantly: "Brother Shi Xiu, why do you look down on me so much? Although I have no talent, my mother-in-law can sing lyrics and music well. I have listened to it for a long time, and won't my stomach be full of literary talents?"

After everyone heard Daqi, Luan Tingyu booed and said: "If you say that, you will really write a poem today, and your expenses in Bianjing will be paid by Luan."

Li Kui said happily, "Don't lie to Tieniu! I'm about to buy some money for my wife."

Luan Tingyu said: "Brothers are all witnesses, the scholar selling swords today still knows how to speak like a mountain, isn't Luan a real man?"

When Li Kui heard this, he suddenly went crazy, got up, put his foot on the stool, called Xiaoer loudly, took a big bowl, paper and pen, filled a bowl of wine himself, and said to Xiaoer: "Your bird shop is blessed, Master Tieniu wrote a poem for the first time, and you won the lottery, be sure to write it down, and post it on the wall later, and your business will prosper."

Xiaoer was both surprised and delighted when he heard it, because literature is flourishing nowadays, if any store gets a good poem by a great talent, within a period of time, it will surely attract a lot of people and become famous all over the world.Although Li Kui doesn't look like an educated person anyway, but he speaks so full of words, maybe he is also a prodigy in the world of reclusion, and it is unknown.

He took the pen tremblingly, and said carefully: "Master, please do it, and the villain will write it down carefully."

Li Kui picked up the bowl of wine and drank it down in one gulp. He frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "It's strange, why can't you make a word for bird? It must be because his family's bird wine is not strong."

After finishing speaking, he poured a large bowl of wine, picked it up and drank it, wiped his mouth, swayed his body twice, and said with a breath of alcohol: "Yes, yes, you listen carefully—"

"Well, my brother and I... let's go to Tokyo, um, my brother treats me to a good drink!"

"Okay! Straight from the heart, good poetry, good poetry!" Shi Xiu and Mu Hong applauded vigorously, as cold as Fan Rui, and couldn't help showing a smile.

With a thud, the waiter fell to the ground, raised his head, and stared blankly at Li Kui.

Shi Qian's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly picked up the pen and stuffed it into the second hand, and said in a low voice, "Write quickly." He looked at Li Kui while talking, it's a good thing that Li Kui didn't pay attention, otherwise the waiter in the shop would have a hard time living.

At this moment, Li Kui was full of pride and thought, he didn't care about Shi Qian and Xiaoer's petty actions, he raised his face and said: "The fat sheep is steaming deliciously... um, um, um..."

Just as he was being constipated, he came and went, when he suddenly saw Shi Xiu clapping his hands a few times, he suddenly had an inspiration, slapped his thigh, and said loudly: "Brother, younger brother, clap your hands! Xiao Er, have you written it down? Read it to me."

The waiter in the shop had a bitter face, and thought that I was too stupid to listen to books. There is a fart wizard in the world, and he didn't dare to disobey him, so he had to read: "My brother and I are going to Tokyo, and my brother treats me to a good wine. Fat sheep steamed." It smells delicious, brother and brother clap your hands."

This little boy knew a little bit of literary and ink, and it sounded sonorous and pleasant to read. Li Kui clapped his hands and laughed out of joy, and said again and again: "Go, go, go and stick it to the wall."

The shop clerk was in a dilemma, suddenly there was a bang, and the door was kicked open, a pale and skinny monkey boy, reeking of alcohol, stumbled into the room, shouting, "Who made this bird poem?"

Li Kui jumped up and shouted: "It's the master who did it. How do you treat it?"

Immediately, seven or eight helpers rushed in outside the door, protecting the thin monkey.

"Get out, get out! This yamen wants to chat with people, why are you standing in the way?"

The thin monkey got angry, pushed the helper away, staggered forward, looked at Li Kui up and down, and raised his thumb: "Good! Good poem! It's better than those sour poems that you can't understand. Poetry, well, I don’t know how much. In the huge city of Bianliang, when it comes to writing poetry, you will be your number one or number two! Second only to this yamen!"

"You?" Li Kui was delighted to hear that he was praised as the second, but when he took a closer look, he saw that this person was covered in silk, his face was full of waves, and his temperament was wretched. What good poem?"

The thin monkey looked up to the sky and laughed three times, pointed to Xiaoer and said, "My poem was hung on the wall of this store back then, and many people came here to pay their respects. If you don't believe me, ask him."

Xiaoer smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, yes, there are indeed a lot of people." He secretly said: It is because the owner is afraid of your power and does not stick the poem on the wall, so that the ranking of our shop fell out of the top ten, which made a big joke.

When Li Kui saw Xiaoer testifying, he couldn't help but bewildered, but the yamen became more and more proud, and shouted: "Xiaoer, quickly recite the poems from this yamen to him. If you forget, I will pull out your teeth first."

The little boy shook, and apologized with a bitter face, "Ya Nei's poems are extraordinary, I will never forget them once I read them."

He swallowed foam, closed his eyes, and recited: "My little brother has a golden monkey. I'm worried when it's gone. Where can the little monkey hide? Ah! Hiding in my sister's skirt."

Luan Tingyu and the others spouted wine at the same time.Li Kui opened his eyes wide and said: "Your poem... I understand it, but monkeys don't hide in trees, so how can they hide in other people's skirts?"

The yamen smiled and said: "Well, if it doesn't hide in the skirt, how can I find him in the skirt of a woman?"

Li Kui thought for a moment, and suddenly became furious: "Oh, you are clearly a prostitute!"

The Ya Nei rolled his eyes: "Fart! What do you know, you country bumpkin? This is a romantic thing. If you don't believe me, you can ask around Bianjing, who doesn't know that I, Gao Ya Nei, have exquisite talents and are a young man?"

Cao Cao flinched, and suddenly stood up and said, "Ah, it turned out that Gao Yanei was in person. Brothers, take Tieniu down to rest. I want to chat with Gao Yanei."

Gao Ya Nei squinted at him, and said disdainfully: "You are neither a beauty nor a poet, how can you be worthy of talking with me?"

Cao Cao didn't get angry, smiled slightly, and said something.

There are different teachings: Yuye Qiongyao Yangbiguang, steamed lamb bamboo shoots are fragrant.Fengchu's poems lead to Wolong, and the sky fears that Lin Chong's debts will not be paid.

　Make up for the long-lost brother-in-law leader of Death.

　　Thank you for your support and encouragement!
　　It's too late today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)