"Qingxi Water Road!" Liu Bei's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"The water flows in the wild forests and the water is complicated. If it weren't for the experienced ship owner, I would have come to see you today!" Geng Yong's expression was not a little scared: "If this is true, it would be a pain to the book behind me. Besides, the water you have observed along the way is not a stream, it is clearly a river. Why not call it Qinghe? It's better to call it Qinghe. There is already Qinghe in Zhuo County, otherwise it is Xiaoqinghe?"

"Do you know the nature of water?" Liu Bei was overjoyed and ignored the complaints. He had long wanted to find someone to teach him swimming.

"It's quite clear about the nature of water." Geng Yong corrected it seriously.

"Dun'er, who is coming?" My mother was standing under the corridor with Gongsun.

"Geng Yong has seen two descendants of mothers." Geng Yong hurriedly saluted.

Liu Xiaopang, who was one step late, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Geng, this is his mother and this is his sister."

"Forgive me for my crimes." Geng Yong hurriedly apologized.

"Those who do not know are not guilty." The mother smiled and said, "Please talk in the guest room."

"Please, Brother Geng." Liu Bei smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Please." He walked through the front yard, sat in front of the porch, took off his cloth shoes, and arranged them neatly, and then entered the hall. The guest and host sat down. Gongsun brought fragrant tea to quench his thirst, and then scooped out a jar of iced honey from the bronze ice cream next to him, and poured a bowl for Liu Bei and Geng Yong each.

In this era, the main drinks in summer were basically well water. People at that time believed that "the well is more precious than the cold spring." It would be better if you could find a sweet spring.

At that time, people called hot water "soup" and cold water was called "water".

A more particular thing is called: honey.

It was the honey water mixed with honey into the clear well water of the cold spring. Yuan Shu loved to drink it very much. When Shu died, it was the summer of June and wanted to get honey to quench his thirst. But the army had no food, so how could there be honey? After sighing for a long time, he shouted, "Is Yuan Shu so much?" and vomited blood and fought again.

They were all young men, and Geng Yongzhou was already thirsty when he arrived here. So he bowed quickly and raised his glass to drink.

“So sweet!”

"Another cup." Liu Bei smiled at Gongsun.

"Okay." Gongsun poured a cup steadily, and even a splash of water didn't splash out.

After sitting there for a while, my mother and Gongsun said goodbye and left.

Without the Lord, Geng Yong suddenly made a short-term rule. He hurriedly drank another full drink, and then sat down with a burp and lying on his side with a happy face.

One in front and one behind, it is completely different.

Liu Bei, who has always been strict in tutoring and never dared to be so unrestrained, did not come back to his senses for a moment.

It’s okay if you cross your legs, you actually lie down on your side!

"Don't laugh, brother, brother foolishly, never sit for a long time. Today is not that bad. It's just that your floor is too hard." He still made sense.

"So, I'll get a straw mat." Liu Xiaopang rolled his eyes.

"The straw mat is useless, it's still too thin."

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. Liu Bei’s inspiration appears.

The lifestyle of the Han people sitting on the ground and lying on the ground is called "seeding". Because grass grows in the Central Plains, they invented "seedings" and bamboo grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and invented "feasts". The "seedings" are laid on the "feasts", so they are called "feasts". There is no floor in the homes of ordinary villagers, and the ground is formed by rammed earth. Therefore, there are many mattresses under the mat, which form an important table (overlapping together). Just as Geng Yong told the pain. In this era, straw mats were very thin. Otherwise, there would be no meaning of cutting mats and cutting them.

Can it be cut if the pile is too thick?

If you want to thicken it, you can only fold a few straw mats and turn it into a double seat. However, the double seat is too soft and inconvenient to breathe. Especially in the hot summer, you will get sores when you sit down.

Can it be...

"What's wrong, brother?"

"Nothing happened." Liu Xiaopang smiled brightly, "I just thought of a way to relieve my brother's worries."

"Oh?" Since seeing Liu Xiaopang's toilet, Geng Yong has been curious about the Qilin son mentioned by the Liu clan in front of him. They are all half-year-old boys. Although Geng Yong is a few years older, he is also a young man.

This time, he not only brought Liu Bei many "miscellaneous books" collected by his home, but also brought news about the former Shangshu Cui Da.

However, compared to what he saw and heard at the ferry, Geng Yong liked to listen to Liu Bei talk about interesting things around him.

The two were young and had a similar spirit. They had a long conversation and had not had enough fun. The sun set in the west building. Liu Bei's family had three meals a day, so it was okay to eat less. But Geng Yong, who only had two meals, couldn't hold on after eating lazy food. Because at present, only aristocrats could eat three meals.

Fortunately, my mother was careful.

This sent Gongsun to deliver delicious food.

After eating, Geng Yong went to get iced honey slurry to drink. You are not polite.

Speaking of which, Geng Yong was Liu Bei’s first true friend. Both his mother and Gongsun were very happy for the fat man.

Liu Bei really likes Han-style bedding.

And the painted floor that is wiped by my mother every day.

The summer is hot and the heat is hard to go away. The two of them simply moved to the hall and lie down on the railing.

The breeze was gentle and tiredness came, so I fell asleep deeply.

The next day.

He gave Geng Yong the return gift he prepared and watched him sail far away. Liu Bei immediately called the old craftsman.

"Young master, what is this?" The old craftsman held a twelve-point respect for Liu Bei's design sketch of gods and ghosts dancing.

"Brown pad. No, hemp pad." Liu Bei gestured to the drawings and said in a leisurely manner: "Press the hemp silk into a cake, stick it with glue. When it solidifies, take the Shu brocade and sew it together."

"What's the use?" The old craftsman didn't understand.

"You will know after finishing it."

"oh……"

Liu Bei asked again: "What glue is the most sticky?"

"It must be the maw gum." The old craftsman blurted out.

"What kind of glue is easy to get?"

"It's really a cow rubber." The old craftsman added: "You can buy cow leather at Hu Shangfang, Ma City!"

"In this way, I'll go to the county town."

After borrowing the Wuhuan horse from the third uncle, Liu Bei rushed to the horse market.

By chance, it was still the Hu merchant.

After hearing what Liu Bei asked, Hu Shang stroked his beard and smiled and said, "That's right." How difficult can a few cowhides be?

Liu Bei was about to inquire, but Hu Shang said first: "It is easy to get raw cowhide, so why not give it to you? And can you do what I need? "

There is no free lunch in the world. Liu Bei thought for a while and said, "What are you asking for?"

"Jelly." Could it be that I'm addicted to eating it?

Liu Bei shook his head and smiled, "The mulberry fruit has fallen, and the boy has no choice but to do anything."

"So, you made the jelly." Hu Shang Mingming!

There is nothing to do when mulberries fall into fruits. You can tell the logic here just by thinking about it! If the jelly really comes from the forbidden area, it has nothing to do with whether mulberries fall into fruits!

"That's right." The horse fell out of his way, and Liu Xiaopang had to admit defeat.

"Miaoji!" Hu Shang smiled: "So, can you change the flavor?"

"You mean..." Liu Bei's eyes had an inexplicable deep meaning: "It is known that jelly is not a forbidden thing, and he still needs to ask for it. But can he use it for his own use?"

"Such a rare treasure, priceless. How dare I eat it alone?" Hu Shang did not intend to hide it, "Of course he would give it to others."

"How about peach jam?" This is the time to eat peaches.

"Yes." Liu Bei was about to leave, but Hu Shang suddenly said 'Slowly'. He whispered behind him, and an old slave took out something from the inner tent. The fruit box was exquisitely crafted and exquisitely painted. There was also a seal on the lid of the box. Although the red paint fell off, the word "Yu Tu" could still be identified.

Liu Bei looked closely and found that it was not his own lacquered wooden fruit box!

Do you still want to cheat even though you know there is a fake?

"It's still worth twenty gold." Hu Shang made a sound.

Picking up the fruit box, Liu Bei nodded and left.

Returning the fruit box is to make a complete set of plays.

In this way, Hu Commercial has sought great.
Chapter completed!