Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 79 My Ancestor Has a Book
Late summer, early autumn.

The chirping of insects is the time for excitement.

Probably it's bug mating season.

It was hot during the day.

It was cool at night.

The temperature in the mountains varies greatly.

On the grassland, a big fire was lit, and a whole sheep was roasted on the fire with pine sticks.

The national teacher originally just said to eat sheep at night, but Mrs. Luo felt that since she said it, she must do it, and she couldn't be perfunctory with children.

So at night, everyone sat around the fire.

The moon and stars are sparse, and insects sing and laugh.

The national teacher wrapped in a torn sticky blanket had a smile on his face.

Everyone felt a little different when they saw him.

I don't know what's different.

It seems that today Mr. Guo is more approachable than usual.

Even Ah Lu, who was most wary, sat lazily beside Mr. Guo.

This is absolutely not the case on weekdays.

A Lu looks gentle, but in fact he is the most alienated towards people.

It's not someone he's really close to, he's extremely guarded, at least he won't sit by his side casually.

The third master is also a very guarded person, but Wuliang seems to trust and be very close to Mr. Guo, and he also naturally trusts Mr. Guo.

The national teacher himself also noticed the difference.

It seems that in the past, even though I was on the mountain, I always seemed like a passerby.

Even if they know their important secrets.

I always feel that one day I have to leave at any time, and I just look at it.

He also felt that way from the bottom of his heart, he is a dignified national teacher and a family member, how could he live in a small cottage.

This is just an expedient place for him to escape.

But today, he naturally blended into it.

Talking, eating, smiling, frowning, his body and mind are all down-to-earth here.

In the dark, it has its own arrangements.

The sticky blanket was thick and rough, and Xiao Shenyou ran and jumped around the fire, and after pulling it for a while, most of the sticky blanket slipped off.

In the past, the national teacher didn't care about things outside his body, and he didn't think about the quality of life.

Whether to wear brocade or silk, red or purple, whether to wear flowers or horses on the hem, he doesn't have to think about it.

But now, he has touched the edge of the avenue, and the most important thing is to join the world.

If you don't join the WTO, how can you be born?

It's no wonder that these generations of national teachers are not as good as one generation.

"Sir, I want to select some people from the village to go to Jing Country to learn the secret method of making Jing tools. Do you think it can be done?" The long-haired third master brushed his bangs on his forehead and asked Mr. Guo seriously. .

This kind of thing, the third master would not have said to Mr. Guo, an outsider who had just entered the mountain.

But Wuliang seldom talks to him alone on weekdays.

Today I suddenly came here and said to myself: "If you don't understand something, you can ask Mr. Guo first."

The third master was stupid at the time and was in a hurry.

Wuliang has been walking for a long time, but his ears are still bright red.

He didn't know why Wuliang trusted Mr. Guo so much, but he believed in Wuliang very much. Although he knew that Wuliang was an extremely cold woman, he was still willing to trust her.

Because of her, he is willing to live.

He liked her, not just liking, but a living habit.

When the national teacher heard that he was going to send people to learn the secret method of making thorns, he shook his head quickly. The third master was going to die, not to mention the third master sent people, it was a whole village, old and young, who were easily wiped out by Jing Guo. None of the bugs will survive.

He is a national teacher, and basically knows all the secrets in the palace.

Many years ago, Shen Guo secretly sent people to learn the method of making jing ware secretly. This is something that even the ministers of the court did not know.

In addition to the national teacher, Shen Guo also has a mysterious team dedicated to protecting the royal family.

The reason for sending people secretly is, on the one hand, to prevent the vigilance of the people in Jing country and expose their identities, and on the other hand, it is mainly to prevent the opposition of the ministers of the DPRK and China.

It's ridiculous to say that Shen Guo is known as a state of etiquette, and the most important thing is the cultivation of etiquette. If those pedantic ministers in the court know that the emperor actually sent someone to secretly imitate Jing people to make thorns, they will be the first to jump out and object, saying that Jing country is barbaric The barbarians in the land are not worth learning at all, why people in my generation must be frank, we can make the best weapons by ourselves...

In short, the ministers of the Shen Kingdom are all very powerful in speaking. When it comes to quarreling, no one can beat them.

For so many years, there have been some achievements, but Shen Guo has always been arrogant. In the past few years, the weather has been smooth and the development is very good. The emperor knows the secret recipe, but he doesn't pay attention to it. He only thinks that there is a lucky star like a little princess in the world. God will bless Shen country.

The national teacher will know this because the emperor asked him to perform a ritual ceremony in order to appease the thousands of people who died trying to steal the secret recipe, hoping that those people could rest in peace after death.

Those nearly a thousand people died extremely tragically, with no bones left, and extremely worthless.

Shen people don't know them at all.

The emperor didn't ask those people's names, and he didn't respect the results of their tragic deaths at all.

Therefore, the national teacher specially read the secret recipe.

Now that the third master dared to think so much, a small cottage actually peeped at Jing Guo's Jing Qi. Compared with those timid and talkative ministers of the court and the central government, they could have been killed.

"I don't think it's right." The national teacher hesitated and said.

"It is profitable to sell the thorn soil directly, but at that time, I am afraid that it will be like fat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. Everyone is innocent and guilty. We must have the ability to protect ourselves. If we can protect ourselves Making Jing ware is the safest way, and we are close to Jing country, and we have this business road in our hands, and it will be reasonable to say that it came from Jing country." The third master was even happier when he heard Mr. Guo's objection. A heart-to-heart confession.

The national teacher shook his head and thought about it: "Why don't we try it ourselves again. My ancestors, well, there seems to be a book handed down by our ancestors, which is also about making utensils. We can try to make it ourselves first. If we can succeed It’s best, if it doesn’t work, always have some experience, and then learn, and the effect will be better.”

The third family was surprised when they heard what Mr. Guo said.

Why is there a book handed down by the ancestors, about making utensils, coax the children, it is Jing utensils, but looking at this Mr. Guo, he doesn't look like a person who is talking about it.

Then look at Wuliang who was sitting across from him, who was talking to Xiao Shenyou with his head lowered, with a frank and good-looking expression, as if aware that he was looking at her, he raised his head and smiled at himself.

San Dangjia's heart beat faster, "plop plop plop".

Look at Mr. Guo again, he is always heavy.

"Success, just do as you say, and then I will leave the thorn workshop to you." The third master patted Mr. Guo on the shoulder.

Then he tore a handful of lamb leg meat and handed it to Mr. Guo.

He also poured him a glass of rice wine.

The national teacher looked at the oily meat on the hands of the third master. It had just been roasted, and it was still scorched and dripping with mutton fat. It was very beautiful.

When he was in the palace, he preferred to be vegetarian.

I remember Master once said that if you eat too much oil and meat, you will lose your aura if your brain is full of fat.

But he had been hungry for several meals during his escape, and he wanted to eat everything on the way.

It's really a mess.

Now that he was on the road, he had an epiphany and touched the edge of the avenue. If his master, who had been a vegetarian all his life, knew, he would probably jump out of the coffin in anger.

The national teacher calmly took the leg of lamb.

Seriously took a bite.

Teeth bite the tender leg of lamb, the juice and hot oil explode in the mouth, the unique aroma of lamb, coupled with the rosin of the pine stick, for a moment, I just feel happy and want to sigh.

Then he took another sip of the glass of wine in his hand.

I only felt that my throat was hot, but my body became hot all of a sudden.

Looking at the little bastard running around the fire, the smile on the teacher's face became more and more enthusiastic.

The national teacher took off the sticky blanket on his body, picked up a stick, and in front of the raging fire, knocked on the cups, bowls and stones in front of him, singing loudly while beating:
"There is Fusu in the mountains, and Hehua in Xi. If you don't see Zidu, you will see madness.

There are pine trees in the mountains, and there are dragons in Xi'an. You don't see Zichong, but you see cunning boy..."

(End of this chapter)