Three Kingdoms, at the beginning of the game, recognize the thief as the father, hit the spectacle,

It's strange to say that among the opposite sexes that Zhang Yan has had the most contact with at present, Qiaoying is the youngest, but I don't know if it's because of pampering or something, but Zhang Yan has never seen the other party have any reactions to menstrual periods. What an overly violent reaction.

The appearance of the aunt who comes and leaves whenever she wants, even made Zhang Yan wonder if he acted too early and violated some taboo that shouldn't be violated.

As for Ye'er, who was a little older than her, because of Zhang Yan's high demands all the time, he hardly ever encountered any embarrassment such as aunt's pain.

In contrast, Qiao Jin, who was the oldest of the three and whose menstrual periods should have been the most stable, became the first young girl Zhang Yan had ever seen who almost lost the ability to move because of her aunt's pain.

"Well, I see..."

"My lord, you don't have to pay too much attention to this kind of thing... I'm actually used to it."

She muttered to Zhang Yan in embarrassment, even though Qiao Jin had the most out-of-the-ordinary character, she still obviously felt a little blushing after this kind of thing was taken into consideration by her lord.

Chapter 15 Taro seedlings

"Well, as long as you know what's in your heart."

Smiling and talking to the other party, Zhang Yan was really taken aback by her when he saw the other party almost lost his ability to move because of this incident two days ago.

After all, he hadn't encountered such a thing for a long time, so that morning, looking at Qiao Jin curled up on the bed, he still felt a little at a loss.

Fortunately, after Qiaoying explained a few words to herself in a low voice, Zhang Yan quickly reacted, and transferred all the internal affairs that were originally in charge of by the other party to the other maids of the Qiao family.

……

"If you feel uncomfortable, take a good rest, there is no need to force yourself."

"You have lived with Ying'er and me for some time, you must know that I am not that unreasonable character."

Smiling and reminding the other party, Zhang Yan saw that Qiao Ying scratched himself twice with his eyes, so he didn't say any more, but planned to talk to the other party about the couplets she asked about before.

Before Zhang Yan could speak, there was a sound of footsteps not far behind him, and then several plates of different sizes were brought up by the shop assistant.

"Guest, here is the meal you ordered. Four bowls of candied taro seedlings, glutinous rice cakes, osmanthus cake, and crab legs are all here. You can use them slowly."

"By the way, guest, I see that you are dressed in extraordinary clothes. You must be the eldest son of one of our Lujiang families?"

"In addition to the food in our small shop, we also provide high-quality rice wine, all of which have been aged for more than three and a half years, and are most suitable for this crab leg."

"Look, guest officer, how about I prepare a cup for you?"

He asked Zhang Yan with a smile. The guy's face was full of kindness and wealth. It was obvious that he saw Zhang Yan spending money here, and he regarded the other party as a son of a rich family, and wanted to sell some more products from his store. Signature product.

But Zhang Yan shook his head with a smile, then picked up the teacup in his hand and tapped on the edge of the cup lightly, then rejected the other party with words.

"Hehe, there's no need for this little brother."

"I already drank sweet-scented osmanthus wine when I went out today. If I drink more rice wine, I'm afraid I'll have a headache tomorrow morning, and it may even affect my work."

"Although it's not too important...but after all, it's not appropriate."

Gently shaking his head towards the other party, Zhang Yan didn't say much. He believed that with the experience of a practitioner in the service industry, the waiter must have seen that he didn't want to be disturbed too much, and he definitely wouldn't be like some salesman in later generations Haunting myself like sugar.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the guy's face immediately changed, and he never mentioned the previous matter.

"Hey, I don't know Mount Tai. I didn't expect you, my lord, to be an official of our Lujiang government office. I was a little disrespectful before, so I feel sorry for you."

"Since you said so, then I won't bother you, just call me whenever you have something to do."

Respectfully and respectfully refilling Zhang Yan with a cup of tea, the waiter took a few steps back and walked away from Zhang Yan's side, leaving him enough personal space, and intentionally or unintentionally moved some of the later guests It was placed elsewhere, so that those people were not too close to Zhang Yan's table.

As for Zhang Yan, he naturally shook his head with a smile, and didn't say much.

"Hey, what should I say, these businessmen still have some skills in observing words and expressions."

"Tsk tsk, you're really smart."

Gently shaking the teacup in his hand, Zhang Yan lowered his head and took another sip of the warm tea.

To be honest, the tea from this kind of roadside stall is naturally not a good thing, and the tea soup is also a bit muddy when boiled in clay pots, and there are some fine dregs mixed in it.

But even so, Zhang Yan still drank with relish.

Different things have different brilliance. If his usual rich food and clothing are full of "official cuisine", then this crude tea and snacks are undoubtedly a kind of "world" for him.

After drinking the somewhat turbid tea soup, Zhang Yan saw that the snacks had been brought up, and suddenly became a little interested.

Beside him, Qiao Ying, who had hardly seen these things before, picked up the spoon early, and stirred it in the pottery bowl curiously.

"Taro seedlings? Is this... a small potato?"

"I heard some servants in my family say that this thing is poisonous, and people's lips and tongue will become numb after eating it. It is usually used to feed livestock..."

"This thing..."

"what!"

"Husband, why did you hit me!"

Rubbing her forehead with her mouth flattened, Qiao Ying's expression instantly became a little aggrieved.

When she just mentioned feeding livestock with this sweet potato, the owner of the stall obviously froze, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

And Zhang Yan was a little dumbfounded, and lightly flicked the other party's forehead, blocking back the second half of Qiao Ying's words before he could say it in the future.

"Ahem! What are you talking about!"

"Whether to feed the livestock or not... This food is the best food. Many people rely on eating sweet potatoes to ensure that they will not starve to death. How can it be as exaggerated as you said!"

Quickly winking at Qiao Ying, Zhang Yan didn't know if the other party really didn't react or what, but actually said such words in front of the boss and all the diners.

And Qiaoying is naturally not a fool. Seeing her husband's expression, she quickly reflected on it, and secretly stuck out her tongue at him with her mouth flattened.

"Well, well then..."

After giving Zhang Yan a slight look, Qiao Ying continued to stir the syrup in the bowl with the spoon in her hand, her pair of clear eyes kept blinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Beside her, Zhang Yan first glanced around, seeing that Qiaoying's "violent remarks" just now did not attract too many people's attention, but only after the boss's expression was a little resentful, he let out a sigh of relief and turned to the other party. Whispered popular science.

"Ying'er, this yam is different from grains like rice. Even relatively barren areas and some relatively steep mountainous areas can grow this kind of crop."

"Moreover, compared with lower-yielding grains, the yield of taro per mu is much higher, and it can feed more people."

"Of course... the toxicity you mentioned also exists. Taro is slightly poisonous, and eating too much will make people's lips and tongue numb, but that must be taken as a staple food."

"It won't have any effect if we eat a little bit like we are now."

Looking softly at the other person's face, Zhang Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched the other person's cheek. Seeing that Qiao Ying looked a little angry, he didn't withdraw his hand, but gently twitched it twice.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, let's try it, it's good to eat this once in a while."

Qiao Ying's face turned slightly red.

Chapter No.16 Time flies

"Mmm, it's so sweet..."

Gently scooping up a spoonful of taro seedlings and putting them into her mouth, Qiao Ying felt a strong sweetness rushing up the first time her lips and tongue touched the syrup.

Undoubtedly, in order to neutralize the pungentness of the yam, this stall uses a lot of brown sugar in the syrup used to boil the yam. The moment the syrup enters the mouth, it even makes people feel a little greasy.

But soon, after the sweetness gradually faded, an indescribable fragrance occupied Qiao Ying's mouth and tongue.

"Husband, would you like to try it?"

"I didn't expect this to be delicious..."

After chewing lightly for a while, Qiao Ying dug out another big spoonful of taro seedlings, but this time she didn't put it into her mouth, but handed it to Zhang Yan who was beside her.

"Well, it doesn't seem very spicy."

After roughly recalling the soft taste in his mouth, Zhang Yan sipped the clay-fired spoon vigorously, and his expression became a little nostalgic.

Taro seedlings, crab legs, and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, these are not things he likes to eat very much, but now, these foods can remind him of those days in his past life.

In this somewhat chaotic era nearly 2000 years ago, soy sauce, wasabi and some other seasonings had not yet appeared, so people at this time were still using simple dogwood puree, coarse salt and rice vinegar as seasonings. It didn't perform too well.

But in the same way, in the era when he was born and lived, Zhang Yan never had so many people by his side to accompany him, let alone spend a decent Mid-Autumn Festival with him.

In his impression, this is an experience that only his current classmates can experience.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, it is really hard for him to say which is better to live in the Qin and Han Dynasties than to live in later generations.

There is only one thing that he is absolutely sure of, that is, if Zhang Yan is asked to choose again, he will still choose to come to the era he is in now.

……

"Hey, think about it carefully, it's been more than half a year."

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, Zhang Yan was a little dazed when he felt the bright moonlight fall on him:

If it weren't for today's incident, he wouldn't have even realized that, before he knew it, he had not only fully adapted to life in the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but even some living habits and even language habits had become different from when he first came here. too same.

Holding a hollow crab leg in his hand, Zhang Yan tapped the table twice lightly, then shook his head with a wry smile, and put the crab shell aside.

"Husband, do you...do you have something on your mind?"

On the side, Qiao Ying's eyes blinked slightly, and she suddenly felt a trace of frustration from the man beside her.

This feeling is not frustration or sadness. If I have to say it, it is probably a kind of melancholy that only appears in the elderly.

It's as if you don't know who you are for a while, and you don't know what you are going to do.

After pondering for a while, although Qiao Ying didn't know what the other party was melancholy about, she still chose to gently grab the other party's hand, put it on her thigh, and kept rubbing and clasping her fingers tightly.

"Hmm...it's nothing, I just suddenly realized that this time has actually passed quite quickly. In the blink of an eye this year, more than half a year has passed."

Smiling and looking at Qiao Ying, the time Zhang Yan said refers to the time from the beginning of this year to the present, 188 A.D., that is, more than half of the five years of Zhongping, the last calm before the storm, have passed .

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But looking at it from another angle, Zhang Yan happened to come to this world in the middle of winter at the end of last year, so what he said inevitably meant that he had been here for more than half a year.

Had I known earlier, how many years is a person's entire life?

Excluding the two parts of childhood study and old age injuries, the time that can really be left for a person to display his talents and experience life is at most three to fifty years, which can be said to be like a dream.

And in these three to fifty years, one-fiftieth of the length has already passed in the blink of an eye.

But then again, Zhang Yan also knew that what Qiaoying said was nothing more than a little worried about her emotions.

Seeing this, he pursed his lips and chuckled and shook his palm vigorously, feeling the softness and warmth between his fingers, and responded to the other party's concerns with his own practical actions.