Xun Yu looked at the lees that gradually became warmer and then rolled up in the wine, and couldn't help but blurted out, "I didn't even buy the wine..."

Guo Jia laughed and said, "I don't have money! This is still on credit!"

Xun Yu couldn't help but be stunned, "Is it my name again?"

Guo Jia continued to laugh, "Is that shop dare to buy it? The shop doesn't know me."

"Which house in the east of the city? It's not like..." Xun Yu looked at the dishes, it was very ordinary.

And the house in the east of the city...

"Yes, it's not from the east of the city, but from the west of the city... and outside the city." Guo Jia pulled a bean plate and delivered it to Xun Yu. "The shop in front of the station is very small, with only three tables, five seats, a straw shed above the head, rammed earth under his feet, vegetables cooked with earth stoves, and plates washed with well water... How about it, eating, or not eating?"

Xun Yu frowned. He had a little obsession with cleanliness, but not very serious.

The dishes are very ordinary, with radish and vinegar common in the Han Dynasty. Moreover, because the vegetables of the Han Dynasty were different from those of later generations, most vegetables did not undergo good seed screening and cultivation, especially in Shandong, there was no Dasiyuan like Fei Qianjian, who was reorganized and asked Zaozhi to conduct research and improvement in this area. Therefore, the dishes in front of Xun Yu are still relatively small and more fiber.

With the rise of Guanzhong cooking and the innate desire for oil and fat, Shandong and other places have also spread. Even in rural stations, cooking started, rather than stewing in big pots.

In front of Xun Yu, fried radish and fried radish.

I don’t know if it’s the ingredients or the techniques. Anyway, these two dishes are not only not as luminous as the so-called luminous appearance of later generations, but they can even be described as "dark", which doesn’t look delicious at all. But Guo Jia was like facing the supreme delicacy, picked up a chopstick, put it in his mouth, and shaking his head to taste it.

Xun Yu glanced at Guo Jia in a slanted manner, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of radish, put it in his mouth, and frowned immediately, "It's salty."

Not only is it salty, but also because it is made of coarse salt, the salty taste is even a bit bitter, and even a bit of earthy fishy smell.

The radish is also relatively shriveled, and it loses moisture and is not fresh enough. It is like eating a thin piece of wood, but Guo Jia eats it very well.

『This is what the common people eat...』 Guo Jia poured Xun Yu a bowl of turbid wine, 『You think it is salty, but they are still afraid that it is not salty...』

Xun Yu was silent for a while. He knew that as a working person, he needed more salt intake. "So, this is what you want to say?"

Guo Jia nodded, raised the wine bowl, and signaled to Xun Yu, "Yes. That's it. And, isn't this enough for the people to remember you? What else do you want? Will you pass on the fragrance of the ages? Then you might as well write a book, maybe it's more likely."

Seeing Xun Yu not serving the wine bowl, Guo Jia ignored it and gently touched Xun Yu's wine bowl. "And, even if you really go to write a book, there may be no one reading it, no money or reputation... Maybe many people will scold you..."

Xun Yu sighed, "I'm just...

Xun Yu was halfway through, but he was silent, then picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one go.

Wine is turbid wine, and vegetables are inferior dishes.

The wine is sour and the vegetables are salty and bitter.

Xun Yu couldn't help it, and there was a little light of water in the corner of his eyes. He immediately turned his head and wiped it off with his sleeve.

What he once tried hard to maintain, but now he doesn't appreciate it.

What he once tried to maintain, but now he is not grateful.

So what is he?

What's the point of what he does?

Then, Guo Jia brought him an answer.

Astringent wine, pickles.

But Xun Yu felt his existence again. It turned out that he could still feel good or bad, eat salty, and clearly distinguish what was right and what was wrong...

『Chen Changwen submitted a letter to impeach you...』 Guo Jia grabbed a piece of salted radish and smacked his lips, "What do you think?"

Xun Yu was silent for a moment and shook his head. I don’t know if he was expressing his lack of opinion or he was expressing that he didn’t care.

Guo Jia laughed twice, and his voice lowered, "I thought Chen Changwen was so incredible... Now it seems that it is true... He seems to be impeaching you on the surface, but in fact, he is defending you... But, on the surface, he is defending you, but in fact, he is also framed you...

『He thought his little thoughts could be hidden?』 Guo Jia laughed disdainfully,『It was like this bowl of wine. If it didn't move, the slag underneath would not be turned up, but after it moved... it floated up and exposed...』

"A gentleman is not a weapon, but is not a fight..." Guo Jia held a wine bowl, "Chen Changwen, this weapon is not enough..."

Guo Jia didn't know the words "Youth Edition" in later generations. He could only say Chen Qun's "utensil", otherwise he would definitely say it. Because there is nothing more ironic and belittled than "Youth Edition". It seems that the appearance is similar, and then there is no one inside that has been cut, cut, and discounted. What does it mean? Youth should be the middle-aged man who plays the rest? Discounted? Handled? The engine has been repaired? The inside is secretly damaged? What a good name!

Xun Yu waved his hand, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

『A few days later, the lord will come to find you...』 Seeing Xun Yu like this, Guo Jia didn't say much, his body tilted forward slightly, lowering his voice, "Do you know, General Cavalry, hey, I've sent gunpowder!"

Xun Yu's expression suddenly changed, "What?"

Guo Jia laughed, "I didn't expect it? So this matter will end soon!"

Didn’t this group of people in Shandong try to resist with the forts and city walls? Now with gunpowder, when those self-proclaimed strong and self-proud docks in the face of new technologies and new productivity, even if they want to be self-confidant, they will be broken...

Guo Jia turned his head and looked at Xun Yu, "I'll say it first. After a while, those people will turn around and come to find you again. Please, kneel in front of you and cry and whine. You must be able to bear it!"

Xun Yu was silent for a moment, not talking about his own affairs, but said: "I'm afraid... it's not that easy..."

『Do you mean humans?』 Guo Jia chuckled, 『Since there is gunpowder, why worry about no one?』

Xun Yu's eyes widened.

Guo Jia nodded with a smile.

『But...』 Xun Yu couldn't understand, 『Why...』

"Are you...hehehe..." Guo Jia let out a sigh of relief, "Maybe, in this matter, the cavalry and the lord... thought of it together... Come, this bowl, respect the lord! By the way, respect the cavalry too!"
Chapter completed!