Chapter 148 Iron Ox Writing a Poem to Fish in the Dragon

"Who am I?"

Cao Cao put his sword in the sheath, and looked at Xiahou Hu. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were still vaguely filled with a hint of Xiahou Miaocai. He was just thin and weak, and he looked like he was not good at martial arts. He thought for a while and said, "I'm Xia Wuzhi, just a guest who came to Tokyo to travel.

.It’s just that this sword is destined to me, and I happen to know its origin.”

He turned his head and said, "Shi Xiu, come and take property worth ten thousand yuan."

"No!" Xiahou Hu waved his hand quickly and said, "Since you have told me about the history, I won't charge a penny. A real man speaks like a mountain. Are you a man in the Xiahou family who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit?"

Cao Cao heard this and stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "Forget it, I'm sorry to take this sword. From now on, you will be Wu's friend. If you have time in the future, you will come to Yanggu County to report my name Wu Zhi.

, Someone will come to me."

Xiahou Hu bowed and said seriously: "I will leave home to study in the future and will definitely visit you."

Cao Cao smiled and returned the favor, and the two sides left.

After leaving the sword energy Chongxiao Hall, Cao Cao was in a good mood. Everyone heard that this sword was a sword worn by Cao Cao, and they were all happy for him. "Wu Mengde" got the real Mengde sword. Isn't this a coincidence or something?

Wu Song even knew Cao Cao's origin. He was still happy to see him obtaining the sword of the past. He secretly pulled Cao Cao and said, "Brother, since he is an old friend, why not take him under his command?"

Cao Cao sighed in a low voice: "The career we are going to do is extraordinary. I think he is weak, so why should he take risks with me? After having a foundation, it will be not too late to see that he is willing to join."

The group walked happily and arrived outside the Zhuque Gate. Sure enough, it became more and more prosperous. Cao Cao pointed to a "Zhu's old shop" and said, "This place is extraordinary in scale, so we can do it."

When the waiter at the door heard this, he smiled so hard that his eyebrows were bent. He hurriedly came up and took the horse, flattered him and said, "At the moment you see, you have extraordinary eyesight, I dare not hide it from you. There are 72 famous buildings in Bianjing, and my family can also line up.

The font size is famous for treating guests with sincerity, and only seeking to be at home. Although the "Yaoguang" brewed by our store is not as famous as Fanlou's "meishou" and "hezhi", the taste is not inferior to it."

Everyone was rushing on the road for several days, and when he said that, they were excited to drink. Li Kui said, "This little brother is so good at praising him. Why, since Yaoguang is so good, each person drinks a jar of fun first."

Cao Cao smiled and said to Wu Erlang: "I have been out a few times and I have also drunk a few good wines. I always hate you if you are not here. Today I can drink good wines together. But if we are in great matters, we will be drunk if we don't have a good time, and we will be spared one jar for each person.

Let’s go to a jar and taste it.”

The waiter took the horse to the horse gallery to feed him. Everyone opened a few rooms, put down their luggage, gathered in the hotel room, ordered a table of delicious food and a jar of fine wine, and they served one after another. As expected, they were extraordinary.

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For example, flower soup cakes are made from white plum petals stored in winter and sandalwood to soak the juice to knead the noodles, and then the noodles are made into a flower shape, and cooked with clear chicken soup, which is fragrant;

Another example is a lotus fish bag, which is a lotus pod made of cut the mandarin fish meat, seasoned, and poured into mung bean noodles, and steamed on lotus leaves;

For example, bamboo shoots are only selected. Only thunder bamboo shoots produced in Hangzhou are soaked and cut into finely. Put them together with the washed local duck into a small porcelain jar. Add various seasonings and seal them overnight. Then steam them through water. Once the jar is opened.

, the strange fragrance is everywhere;

Even the simple steamed lamb is carefully selected and sliced ​​with fat. It is a coarse porcelain steaming bowl with green onion, ginger wine, a little salt and vinegar, seal the mouth of the bowl and steam slowly, and after the pot

, and then pour a cup of almonds into grind and sugar and cooked with almond cheese.

In short, all the 20 or 30 dishes are not particular and detailed.

Even Li Kui was so rough, he was amazed and shouted, "Mom, no wonder people often talk about beautiful scenery and delicious food. Today's food is really beautiful. I wish I could tie up his chef and go back to make it for my mother and treasure.

Lotus eat.”

Cao Cao smiled and said, "It may not be difficult. When Zhufu Restaurant is completed, teach him to come to Tokyo to hire a chef at a high price. You will take me and your wife, and you can eat as much as you want."

Everyone is looking forward to what he said. He picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. It turned out to be delicious. One 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 wildly. He was extremely sweet. He teased him and said, "Tie Niu, you are now an official. You are with Lao Huang and Jiang Jing and others every day. It is inevitable that

It will be of great benefit. Today's food and wine are good, so how about you writing a poem?"

Shi Xiu laughed: "Brother Luan, there is no one like you bullied others like you. If you ask Tie Niu to write a poem, it would be like asking Huang Wenbing to compete in martial arts. It was really bullying people in person." Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this.

Li Kui said angrily: "Brother Shi Xiu, why can't you afford to look down on me like this? Although I am not talented, my wife can sing lyrics and songs well. After listening to them for a long time, will not be literary in my stomach?"

After hearing the big news, Luan Tingyu cheered and said, "If you say this, you should really write poetry today. Luan will pay for the cost of your money in Bianjing."

Li Kuixi said: "Don't cheat on the iron cow! I'm about to buy some faces for my wife."

Luan Tingyu said: "Brothers are all witnesses. Today, the scholar who sells swordsman knows that he is speaking like a mountain. Is Luan a real man?"

When Li Kui heard this, the initiator suddenly came crazy, got up and stepped on his feet on the stool, called the waiter loudly, took a big bowl and paper and pen, poured a bowl of wine himself, and said to the waiter: "Your bird shop is blessed,

When Mr. Tie Niu wrote a poem for the first time, he won the prize. Be sure to write it down carefully and stick it back on the wall to make your business prosperous."

The waiter was surprised and happy when he heard this, just because literature is prosperous nowadays. If a talented man had a good poem in a shop, he would have been crowded with people and made a name for a while. Although Li Kui didn't look like a well-educated person,

He said so much that he might be a genius who was hiding in the wind and dust, and it is unknown.

He trembled and took the pen and said carefully: "Master, please do it, the villain will remember it carefully."

Li Kui picked up the bowl of wine, drank it all in one go, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "How strange, can't you even make a word for bird? It must be that his bird wine is not strong."

After saying that, he poured a large bowl of wine, picked it up and drank it, squirted it, and squirted out the wine and said, "I have it, I have it, you can listen carefully when you wait--"

"Well, my brother and I... go to Tokyo, yes, my brother invites me to have a good drink!"

"Okay! Express your feelings directly, good poems and good poems!" Shi Xiu and Mu Hong applauded hard, as cold as Fan Rui, and couldn't help but smile.

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

Shi Qian jumped his eyebrows, quickly picked up the pen and stuffed it into Xiao Er's hand, and whispered, "Write it quickly." He looked at Li Kui while talking. Fortunately, Li Kui didn't pay attention, otherwise the waiter would be unable to live.

Li Kui was so proud that his literary spirit was surging. He didn't care about Shi Qian and Xiaoer's small movements. He raised his face and said, "The fat sheep is so steaming... um, um, um, um..."

Just like constipation, I was ummy and ummy. Suddenly I saw Shi Xiu clapping his hands and suddenly felt inspiration again. He slapped his thighs and said loudly: "Brother, brother, clap his hands! Waiter, have you remembered it? Read it to me."

The waiter had a bitter face and thought to himself that I was stupid enough to listen to the book. There was a genius in the dust. He didn't dare to disobey it, so he could only recite: "My brother and I go to Tokyo. My brother invites me to drink good wine and steamed fat sheep. It's so fragrant, my brother clapped my hands."

The waiter knew a little about the writing, and it was so ups and downs that it sounded nice. Li Kui clapped his hands and laughed, and said repeatedly: "Go, go quickly, go quickly, stick it to the wall."

The waiter was in a dilemma when suddenly Peng shouted, and the door was kicked open. A pale-faced young man, stumbled into the house with a smell of alcohol, shouted, "Which bird poem is this?"

Li Kui jumped up and shouted, "It's the master who is doing it, how do you do it?"

Seven or eight idle men rushed in outside the door to protect the thin monkey.

"Get out, get out! My yanei wants to talk to people about writing, what are you doing when you are blocking your work?"

The thin monkey got angry and pushed away the gang's idle force. He staggered forward, looked up and down at Li Kui, and raised his thumb: "Okay! Good poems! More than those poems that are so sad that they can't understand. I don’t know how much poetry is good. In the vast Bianliang City, when it comes to writing poetry, you are the second! Second only to our yamen!”

"You?" Li Kui was happy to hear the praise of him first, but when he looked closely, he saw that the man was covered in silk, his face was full of slutty, and his temperament was despicable. He shook his head and said, "You guy can do it, you guys, do it." What good poem?”

After hearing this, the thin monkey laughed three times and pointed at the waiter, saying, "My poem was hung on the wall of this store. I don't know how many people came to pay special attention to it. If you don't believe it, ask him."

The waiter smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, yes, it's true that the door is crowded." He said intimately: It's because the boss is afraid of your power and does not stick to the poem on the wall, so that the store's ranking fell out of the top ten, causing a joke to the boss.

When Li Kui saw the waiter testifying, he was shocked and suspicious. However, the Yanei became more and more proud and shouted: "Waiter, please recite my Yanei's poems to him. If you forget, you will pull your teeth first."

The waiter shook and smiled bitterly, "Yane's poems are extraordinary, and they will never be forgotten by a villain when he read them."

He sniffled, closed his eyes and recited: "I have a golden monkey. It disappeared. I am sad. Where can I hide from the little monkey? Oh! Hiding in my sister's skirt."

Luan Tingyu and others whispered a puff, and at the same time, Li Kui opened his eyes wide and said, "Your poem... I understand how the monkeys just don't hide in the tree, so how can they hide from other people's skirts."

The Yanei smiled and said, "Well, it doesn't hide in the skirt. How can I find him in the woman's skirt?"

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

The Yanei's eyes rolled: "Fuck! What do you, a country guy, know? This is a romantic and elegant thing. If you don't believe me, Gao Yanei, ask around Bianjing, who doesn't know that I, Gao Yanei, are so talented and romantic in a young man?"

Cao Cao's face moved and suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, it turned out that it was Gao Yanei. Brothers, I took the iron cow down to rest. I want to have a chat with Gao Yanei."

Gao Yanei glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully: "You are not a beauty or a poet, so how can you be worthy of talking to me?"

Cao Cao did not get angry at all, smiled slightly, and said something.

There are different teachings: jade liquid and jade are rippling with green light, steamed sheep and bamboo shoots are fragrant. The poem of phoenix chicks leads to the lie-down dragon, and the sky is afraid that the forest will not pay the debt.

Revise for the long-lost brother of the Death God of Death.

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