Chapter 29 Teaching Examination

"What are your strengths to join my Zhuo family as a servant?"

Until a long time later, Zhuo Ji clearly remembered the sentence she asked when she stood by the Wei River.

Yun Lang gently teased the somewhat turbid Weishui and smiled: "What are the strengths of the girl who can make me Yun Lang run for you Zhuo?"

"How about a good silver salary of five taels per month?"

"In this way, Zhuo's family can only ask me about the inferior things once in January!"

"Can you say that you have to pick and choose as the master?"

Yun Lang laughed and said, "A king talks about balance, so everything can be adjusted. Generals and ministers talk about balance, so that they will change every time and do everything. Scholars talk about balance, so that they will have the initiative in their work. Farmers take balance, so that they will prosper.

You can pay as much as you get. It is the great truth in this world. Why doesn’t the female princess know?”

Zhuo Ji suppressed his anger and asked, "Since that's the case, how much is the price to ask you a medium-sized question?"

"One pound of gold! And ask once in March!"

"If you have the best question, I don't know how much you value?" Zhuo Ji's voice became sharp involuntarily.

Yun Lang slowly got up, wiped the water stains on his hands with a handkerchief and said, "You may not be able to ask!"

Zhuo Ji trembled all over and turned around and left. Yun Lang chuckled and said, "If you don't try, how do you know if the price I want is high or low?"

Zhuo Ji suddenly turned around, and the anger in her eyes seemed to ignite Yun Lang even through the veil.

If it weren't for Pingsou's words, Zhuo Ji would never tolerate Yun Lang humiliating her like this.

With Zhuo Ji's order, the maid beside her threw a ingot of snow-white silver on the ground, shining brightly, and it looked very silver.

Yun Lang didn't care about Zhuo Ji's attitude. He leaned over and picked up the silver ingot, held it in his hand and looked carefully. He confirmed that there was no problem with the silver ingot, and then said to Zhuo Ji who was sneering: "You can ask a inferior question."

Zhuo Ji pointed to the Wei River and said, "I want to know how long the Wei River is!"

Yun Lang frowned and said, "Are you sure you want to ask such a boring question?"

Zhuo Ji said angrily: "I want to know now!"

Yun Lang threw the silver ingot in his hand and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, the silver is yours, and how to spend it is yours.

After hearing this, the Wei River originated from Wushi Mountain, Shouyang County, Longxi County, and passed Shangqi County to the Inner History, passed Xianyang, Chang'an, Liyi, Xiaqi and other places, and finally merged into the Dahe River in Taolin Pass.

The total length of this river is 1,600 miles. In the fifteenth year of Emperor Wen, the Wei River broke its mouth in Liyi, and dispatched 600 river workers, more than 3,700 civilians, and lost 760,000 yuan in money and grain to block the gap.

In the sixth year of Emperor Jing, on the 17th day of heavy rain in Longxi, the Wei River broke its mouth in Liyi again... and went out... and wait a moment."

Under the stunned gaze of Zhuo Ji, Yun Lang hurried to the position where he was washing his hands, looked at the stone under his feet for a while, and ran over again and said, "Liyi Cang Officer Han Dazhong led more than 1,300 river workers, and 13,000 civilians, spending five million..."

Zhuo Ji's eyes were full of confusion. She didn't believe that Yun Lang could read a lot of books to this point.

He heard his words be honest but not nonsense. When he was puzzled, he remembered Yun Lang’s strange actions just now and came to the place where Yun Lang had just gone by the river.

When I looked down, I almost got angry to death...

The "Wei Shui River Fortification Monument" is facing upside down by the water!

Seeing Zhuo Ji's face turned pale, Yun Lang said in a naughty way: "I advised you, you must..."

"Don't mention this matter. From now on, you will be the guest minister of my Zhuo family's Chang'an Iron House. His monthly salary is 5 taels of silver. He is under the command of Mr. Pingsou."

Yun Lang smiled and said, "Actually, you can ask me how high Mount Li is. I found one at the foot of Mount Li..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Ji left without a trace.

Pingsou sat quietly in the gauze tent reading. When he saw Zhuo Ji coming back angrily, he put down a piece of bamboo slips and smiled: "Let me ask you, do you ask the length of the Wei River? Did you prepare it earlier?"

Zhuo Ji shook her head and said, "It's a matter of time."

"Is that stone tablet full of answers stored by Yun Lang in advance?"

Zhuo Ji shook her head and said, "It's impossible."

Pingsou smiled and said, "Since it is God's will, why are you angry?"

"I……"

"Congratulations to Zhuo Ji, this person not only carries a treasure, but also has great luck. With such talent, Zhuo Ji will be twice the result with half the effort in the future. I am becoming more and more interested in this young man, hahaha..."

Pingsou went out to find Yun Lang with a big laugh, and Zhuo Ji's cold face gradually appeared on his cold face.

Thinking of what happened just now, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The sky was completely dark, dark clouds were covered by our heads, and even a star was invisible. The whimpering river reflected the fire, which had a sense of half-heavy blood and half-heavy blackness.

Yun Lang kept burping, eating too fast in the evening, so that his appetite was stuffed with more food before he could send a signal of having enough food.

Pingsou found that Yun Lang kept hiccupping, and what he was doing now was very interesting.

He took out a piece of black stuff from the package, squeezed his eyes and smiled at Yun Lang, "I have a good medicine to stop burping here."

Yun Lang took a closer look in the fire, took it over and smelled it. Finally, he broke a small piece and put it in his mouth to confirm that Pingsou was holding the tea he was very familiar with.

Before he was uncertain about this thing as tea, Yunlang was very repulsive of the food of the Han people. In this era when mandala could be soaked in water, God knew what could be eaten and what could not be eaten.

Especially for a strange old man like Pingsou, if he doesn't know what strange habits he has, it is very risky to eat whatever he gives him.

When Yun Lang saw tea, his heart beat like a drum. This was the best thing he had encountered in the man.

In Pingsou's surprised gaze, Yun Lang broke off another piece of tea cake, skillfully took the small bronze jar that Pingsou had not taken out of the package, skillfully threw the tea cake into the jar, and then put it on the fire to roast it.

While baking, he gently shook the jar. He saw black sesame seeds in the package, and grabbed a handful and threw them in. When the delicious burnt smell came, he poured boiling water into the jar, and a crisp sound was stinging and the tea fragrance was everywhere.

When Yun Lang threw the little malt sugar he had left into the tea jar, Pingsou's eyes immediately shone.

It was not because of that little maltose, but because of Yun Lang's familiarity with tea.

In the Han Dynasty, tea is just a very niche drink in Shuzhong. In Guanzhong, he is just a medicine, not a thing he drinks every day. This young man is not from Shuzhong. How can he be so familiar with the habits of tea from the side?

When Yun Lang put a cup of tea in front of him, Pingsou put down his doubts and picked up the cup to concentrate on tasting the tea.

He soon discovered that Yun Lang was doing the same movement as him, first smelling, then savoring it in small mouths, and finally drinking it all.

Yunlang added a little maltose to the tea. Before the maltose was melted, a sip of tea was filled with a trace of maltose. It was bitter and sweet, but the bitterness occupied most of it.

After drinking it three times in a row, Yun Lang poured out the tea leaves in the jar, washed the jar and put it back into Pingsou's package. Seeing that Pingsou was still unsatisfied, he smiled and said, "It's hard to fall asleep at night if you drink too much tea."

“Why?”

“Why?”

"Why do you know the wonders of tea?"

"Isn't it strange? Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and got seventy-two poisons a day, and he relied on this southern Jiamu to detoxify."

"Shennong is naturally well-known, but how can he taste the 72 poisons in a hundred herbs? As for tea detoxification, it is the first time I have heard of it. I don't know what scripture to write about?"

After hearing Pingsou's question, Yun Lang knew that he had been fooled by the history of later generations again.

Story is indeed unreliable as history.

Seeing Pingsou's eyes widened and waiting for him to answer, he smiled and said, "The legend of the countryside is no longer trustworthy."

"Ling Shiding is a strange man."

It is naturally inappropriate to talk about deep things. Although Pingsou was curious, he could not force Yun Lang to say everything.

"He is like a god in the sky, knowing everything, and has great powers, a strong temper, and anger. He is clearly in charge of the world but he is unwilling to step out of the mountain.

He is a person I respect and hate very much. Let’s not talk about it. Today, I drank Mr.’s good tea. Yun Lang had nothing to do. Seeing that Mr.’s neck seemed inconvenient, he had two good medicines from the mountains.

This medicine can replenish blood and promote collaterals, and if you can cook this wild Panax notoginseng with cinnamon and japonica rice, you will naturally get miraculous effects over time.”

Pingsou took Ye Sanqi and took a look, remembering its appearance and said with a smile: "Isn't this thing called blood ginseng?"

Yun Lang smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have to do this bad thing because I have a shortage of money. However, Huo Qubing will not lose if he exchanges two pieces of silver for me."

"Is it just to make porridge?" Pingsou was a little disappointed.

"If you can find the medicine for the monarch, minister and assistant, this thing will be regarded as a strange medicine in the world."

"Can Yun Lang know?"

"I don't know, I only know that my master has such a strange medicine for treating golden aches. The main medicine is this wild zodiacchia, and I don't know anything about the rest of the medicine."

"That's it. Good things should always have a good use, otherwise God's good intention will be wasted.

Yunlang, you won’t really answer the questions of the master’s family once a month, right?”

Yun Lang nodded and said, "A person does not stand without faith. Since it has been agreed in advance, he must naturally respect it.

Otherwise, it will not only be bad to me, but also disrespectful to the master."

Pingsou smiled and said, "It's good that this is good. At least I'll let the master understand one truth, that is, every question you ask is worth five taels of silver.

Only when you know the value of the question will the owner pay attention to the answers you give.

After all, the degree of attention of news obtained without spending a penny is very different from the news obtained with five taels of good silver.

It seems that I will also set such a rule in the future so that many people will always fart when they say that."

From formal conversation to daily chat, Pingsou transformed almost seamlessly.

Official affairs, private affairs, greetings, discussing issues, and tracing back the past are all completed in just a few sentences. The old thief is very efficient.
Chapter completed!