Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 239 Slight regret

  Langjun Zhuan, who has a good face, reluctantly bought nine pots. Zhao Hanzhang waited for him to leave, and immediately dragged Fu Tinghan back to the county office. First, he sent people to Wushan to pass the message, "Let them make three more iron pots and send them here."

   Then he took the paper they made and the "Three Character Classics" and "Thousand Characters Text" that they made out to Zhaoshiwubao.

  Fu Tinghan followed her indifferently, and did not dislike her taking up a lot of his time.

   The snow was heavy the day before yesterday, and now is still a good time to enjoy the snow.

   Although Zhao Ming does not like to enjoy the snow with the guests in the garden, he likes to enjoy the snow alone.

   It was rare for my father to go out to meet guests. He was the only one in the house, and it was very quiet, so he pulled out a jar of good wine, and after it was warmed up, he sat in a ventilated pavilion while drinking and enjoying the snow.

   When Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan rushed over to find him, he was leaning on the mat, his legs slightly bent, and he was drinking with a small bottle of wine.

   Looking at Zhao Ming, who was casual and comfortable, Zhao Hanzhang stopped, and even Fu Tinghan was surprised.

   He watched for a while, then turned his head and said to Zhao Hanzhang: "If all the romantic characters in Wei and Jin Dynasties are like this, then I can understand why these people are defined as romantic characters in the history books."

   This is somewhat different from the so-called celebrities he saw at the Zhao family banquet before.

   Zhao Ming seemed to have heard the voice, he stopped drinking and turned his head slightly.

   Uncle and nephew looked at each other across a yard and a bare plum tree.

   Zhao Hanzhang grinned at him and waved hello to him cheerfully.

   Zhao Ming put down his legs expressionlessly, slowly from half-lying to sitting, put down the wine bottle, and tidied up his robes.

   Zhao Hanzhang pulled Fu Tinghan up, but Fu Tinghan still understood the wink, pulled her and said, "I don't think Uncle Ming wants to see us at the moment."

"A rare good opportunity, no, I mean, it's all here, it's even worse to go like this, let's go, let's go, you said just now that you are very romantic and famous, uncle won't care." After that, he dragged Fu Tinghan. Excited to go past.

   Zhao Ming's face became more and more expressionless, watching the two enter the pavilion, and after a rough salute, he sat down with his legs crossed on the opposite side of his mat.

   "What are you doing here?"

  Zhao Hanzhang exhaled, watching the mist rising in front of him, curious, "Uncle, isn't it bad to stay indoors on such a cold day, why do you want to lie down in this pavilion that leaks everywhere?"

   Zhao Ming glanced at her, then picked up the bottle to drink again: "Appreciate the snow."

   Zhao Hanzhang just looked out, smiled slightly, wrapped in silver, really good-looking.

   She didn't say what she was doing here, and Zhao Ming didn't rush her, and he didn't even entertain the two of them, so he just drank on his own.

   He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the two people sitting opposite him. His cunning and cheeky niece was looking at Xue in a daze, while Fu Tinghan next to her was looking at her in a daze.

   He glanced between the two of them, and finally sighed softly.

   Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan heard the sigh, and at the same time turned to look at him.

   Zhao Ming shook the bottle and said, "Uncle has a unique vision, I can't wait to beat the horse."

   Zhao Hanzhang waited for his next sentence, but found that he kept drinking and seemed to have no next sentence. She couldn't help but say: "I know my grandfather has a unique vision, and then what?"

   Zhao Ming looked at her and said, "Then you took a big advantage."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at him inexplicably.

   Zhao Ming didn't explain. He got drunk and didn't bother to maintain etiquette. He lay back halfway, drank the wine in the bottle, shook it, and threw the bottle to Zhao Hanzhang.

   Zhao Hanzhang deftly reached out to catch it.

   Zhao Ming raised his chin and moved a little into the corner, "Flip more."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked, only to find that there was a brazier there, a stove was placed beside the brazier, and a large wine jug was placed on the stove.

   The stove was empty and there was no fire, but the jug was warm.

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the brazier, then picked up the jug and shook it. He felt that the wine inside was even and poured it into the bottle.

   Sure enough, the wine that came out was smoky and hot.

  The smell of wine drifted away, Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help swallowing, she handed the eight-point full wine bottle to Zhao Ming, and sat down on the mat with the wine bottle in hand.

   She looked around and found that there was not even a cup in the pavilion, so she was speechless.

   The wine at hand keeps digging into her nose, this wine is really fragrant~~

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced at Zhao Ming, who was drinking by himself, and simply picked up the jug and took a sip.

   It was soft in the throat, but the aftertaste was long. Zhao Hanzhang's eyes brightened and he couldn't help but say, "Good wine."

   Zhao Ming looked at her quietly, and couldn't help but ask again, "What the **** are you doing here?"

   Zhao Hanzhang took a sip of wine and let it go. He smiled at him and said, "Uncle, I have three important things to tell you."

   Zhao Ming snorted softly and asked indifferently, "Is it all good?"

   Zhao Hanzhang affirmed: "It's all a good thing!"

   Zhao Ming shook the bottle and said, "Let's start with the fact that I don't have to work on me, or let's start with the one thing that works the least on me."

   Zhao Hanzhang pondered, with a tangled face, where should we start?

   Zhao Ming had a headache when he saw her thinking about it for so long.

   It seems that she has been working on him since he admitted her as the head of Xiping County. He has found an ancestor for himself.

   Fu Tinghan coughed lightly and reminded her, "Let's start with teaching."

"Oh," Zhao Hanzhang immediately sat up straight and said, "Uncle, as for me, I got two books by chance. I think they are easy to understand and more suitable for enlightenment than the current books for learning, so I decided to change the courses in the school. ."

   Zhao Ming blinked, "The school is your school, you are the one who decides, why do you have to talk to me?"

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him and said, "Don't you need uncle's support? You know, I'm very busy, so I want to teach those children while my uncles and brothers can also listen to them, with their knowledge , it only takes a few days to master it..."

   Zhao Ming understood, "Do you want them to change the enlightenment books too?"

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded eagerly.

   Zhao Ming shook his head directly, "Everyone has their own teaching method. The clan handed over the students who traveled to Zitu. No one has ever thought of interfering with his teaching method. If you don't agree, you can leave."

   He said: "A person can embarrass himself, but he should not embarrass others."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "But my two enlightenment books are more efficient..."

   She stopped under Zhao Ming's gaze, "Okay, if you still don't agree with changing teaching materials and courses after listening to the class, I won't force it."

   Zhao Ming snorted, but he didn't object anymore and asked, "What about the second one?"

   Zhao Hanzhang took out the piece of paper they folded, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, look."

   Zhao Ming thought it was some kind of secret, so he sat up straight and took it, unfolded it, it was a large blank piece of paper, still uncut.

   He took a closer look, but didn't find any secrets. He glanced at the wine in his hand. He didn't want to pour it on the paper, so he simply threw the paper back to Zhao Hanzhang, "Just tell me, what happened to the paper?"

   Zhao Hanzhang: "...This paper is made by our paper workshop."

   Fu Tinghan watched the interaction between their uncle and nephew, and couldn't help but flash a smile in his eyes.

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)