~.-~    For a moment, there was no other movement in the room except for the sound of breathing.

Yang Yunteng's upper eyelids kept blinking. Even if there was no sign of trembling on his body, he could not hide his palpitations at this moment. Life, death, honor and disgrace were only in the thoughts of the nine children.

The local children looked frightened and kept looking at Xiao Beijiu and Yang Danzi. She came to her father's side, grabbed the corner of her father's clothes with both hands, and pursed her lips tightly.

Xiao Bei's face was so sad that he had already wrinkled into a flower. The other eight people also had their own expressions, looking at the shed, looking at the ground, and their eyes were circling around and I wonder where to look.

Zhang Hu and the guards who followed him were expressionless and motionless. Other people's affairs seemed to have nothing to do with them.

"Let's have a short meeting." Xiaohai spoke at the critical moment, and the other children nodded.

"Wait, let's go out to discuss and come back later." Before leaving, Xiao Bei said something as if he was reminded and warned to Yang Yunteng.

The officials of the Tang Dynasty inspector gathered outside the door and muttered for a quarter of an hour. Fang came back with a calm face, and Xiao Bei, a special spokesperson, said: "We have made a decision on your matter with Yang Yunteng."

When Yang Yunteng heard this, he tried his best to make himself look as calm as possible, and squeezed out a distorted smile. The muscles on his face kept squirming, which made people feel like they were crying.

"I decided to leave the relationship between you and your uncle to your brothers and sisters." Xiao Bei's tender and crisp voice sounded again.

"For...why..." Yang Yunteng squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Because your affairs are too complicated, we are too young and have never learned, we are stumped. Face is very important to us, but fairness is more important. Who made us the patrol commander? This time many people are in trouble, especially the waves of patrol personnel in the army everywhere. The court gave them a lot of benefits, not to let them go through the motions."

Xiao Bei looked very unhappy. Perhaps she regarded herself as an adult and finally realized that not all things were able to handle.

Yang Yunteng sighed, said nothing, nodded to admit his fate, but his son Yang Danzi mustered up the courage to question Xiao Bei at this moment: "My father did something wrong, where is your father? Your father is the Minister of Works. Someone leaked the secret. Can he be fine?"

"It doesn't matter if my father is in trouble. I don't excuse me for what it means to say is the responsibility of the people under the Ministry of Works. My father doesn't know. I just say, whoever makes my father uncomfortable will let me understand what it means to be uncomfortable.

Because I know that my father is the best, good to his family, good to his fellow servants, good to his colleagues, serious about his work, and loyal to the Tang Dynasty, my father is the real gentleman, at least he is much more gentleman than my brother, although his brother always says he is a real gentleman."

Xiao Bei said with a happy smile, and then changed his mind and said to the local children: "Follow us and we invite you to dinner."

"I won't go, I'll accompany my father." Yang Danzi obviously didn't think that eating was more important than family affection, even if he could eat the meal made by Zhang Xiaobao himself.

Yang Yunteng patted his son's head with relief: "Go, you can only help your father when you go."

"Okay." Yang Danzi's eyes rolled and agreed.

*******

When Xiaobei and his group returned to the restaurant, Zhang Xiaobao had already prepared the meal and received news in advance that his younger brother and sister wanted to invite others to have dinner and that they had troublesome things to hand over.

There were no less than sixteen dishes on a table that was three meters long, two meters wide, and one meter two meters high. They were all made of large plates, but no stools were arranged. Depending on the situation, the children were planning to eat casually in the form of a buffet.

"Zhang...Zhang...Brother Xiaobao, my father didn't betray the Tang Dynasty." As soon as the meal started, Yang Danzi grabbed the hem of the clothes with both hands, raised his head and said to Zhang Xiaobao.

Zhang Xiaobao showed a serious look on his face and nodded with certainty: "I already know, don't worry, your father's life will not be worse than before."

"Will you be shot?" Yang Danzi was still nervous.

"Why are you so stupid? You say you live better than before. You can live a life even if you die? You are much stupider than your sister. Have a meal." The little boy said to Yang Danzi happily.

"Do you want to be beaten?"

"I'm afraid of you? I have the kind of horse riding to decide the outcome."

*******

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan did not go to dinner with the children, leaving enough space for the children to play. The two sat opposite each other in the hot pot, the copper hot pot with chimney, and the charcoal-burning.

Use pickled cabbage, fat slices as the base, and a little crab and shrimp. There are vermicelli, blood sausage, frozen tofu on the plate. There are only cabbage in the vegetables. The rest are fresh mutton slices. The wine is scalded in the wine pot. The dipping sauce is simple leek flowers and garlic sauce. There is no fermented cabbage. The main thing is to eat fermented cabbage and pickled cabbage together. It will be more satisfying to eat seafood raw. The two of them can't bear the fishy smell.

"Eat it, I didn't expect that I could find talents when I came here to Jiuyuan." Zhang Xiaobao picked up a piece of meat and rinsed it back and forth in the pot, and said happily.

"It is the dereliction of duty of the patrol personnel. I guess they think that there will be no major problems in the patrol troops, so they dare to deal with the matter. It is no better than the patrol administrative officials. Local officials always have excuses to reach out. My opinion is to send patrol personnel."

Wang Juan didn't move her chopsticks and said, looking at the sparks coming out of the hot pot chimney.

Zhang Xiaobao simply threw half a plate of meat into the hot pot and cooked it like a stew. He picked up the wine pot and tried the temperature. When it was hot, he poured a cup for Wang Juan and himself, and pinched the wine pot and raised his head and drank the three cents of wine in it.

Then he exhaled the wine for a long time, took a deep breath, and clattered his mouth twice, and said, "Good wine is worthy of Wuliangye."

Wang Juan couldn't help laughing: "You can pour it down. The wine is indeed distilled from five kinds of grains. It has been stored for several years. But what does it have to do with the Wuliangye you mentioned? The quality and taste of Wuliangye lies in the wine paste in the cellar? "

"Is there something wrong? I really don't know. I just think that all wines with a little older age will taste good, otherwise there wouldn't be many famous wines in the world. Each famous wine is related to the age of the cellar. There is no wine of its own history, and no matter how good the taste is, it will not be praised.

For example, aged vinegar, black tea, ambergris, and even many woods that make violins. Of course, the short shelf life does not count. Look at the United States, they never take the initiative to mention their own history. Why is it that their history is short and has no background? They are colonial countries. Local people have history, but they will not be recognized as their own history by colonial descendants.

This wine, the people at that time, were basically mixed, and they had a unique taste of time. Unfortunately, no matter how they blended, they could only deceive people who didn’t understand wine. People like me could not deceive them."

Zhang Xiaobao held the wine cup, his eyes deep, and did not move as the wine cup rotated.

Wang Juan glanced at Zhang Xiaobao: "Okay, don't be a melancholy bard. It's not a glass of wine, porcelain. When you talk about wine, are you looking at wine or glass? You know that you have taste and experience a lot, you can taste the quality of wine at once."

"Wrong, I saw that the wine cup was telling others that I couldn't drink, so I never ordered any wine for many years. Every time I drank, I told the waiter to have the worst blended wine, so they couldn't cheat me, and I only gave the worst wine money."

"They must be stupid, are they?"

"I was stupid. They actually added ordinary white wine to orange juice and called cocktails. As a result, I spent the whole glass of wine. Is orange juice the same price as wine?"

"Now what we are talking about is handling this matter. It has nothing to do with wine. I was led by you." Wang Juan finally reacted.

Zhang Xiaobao put down the wine cup, thought for a while and said, "It's not biased. There are many legends in the name of the cocktail, but I don't think it's correct. The biggest feature of this wine is that its taste is different and the layers are clear. In order to reflect it, the color of the wine is very rich, just like the chicken in Gaul. The color of the body is divided into layers, from beginning to end, so it is called this name. The translated word "Chicken (updated the fastest)" is not the right one, but the head, which describes the color of the wine as the color of the Gaul chicken.

Some people drink randomly and do not taste the taste of every blended wine, while others specifically point out every added wine to show purity and erudition.”

"Where are you, which one to choose?" Wang Juan was straited again.

"I choose the kind with relatively little orange juice, otherwise it would be not cost-effective to spend the money to buy juice. But many young people choose to drink it blindly, and many people who think they have identities will taste it specifically. What I admire most is that the elderly drink this wine. If you drink a sip of wine, the smile on their faces is more layered and more chaotic than cocktails."

Zhang Xiaobao poured himself another cup as he spoke.

Wang Juan suddenly felt aware, nodded one after another, and then asked: "Is it related to the handling of what I just said?"

"Yes, the reason why the elderly are more good at tasting is because they have experienced too many years. Time is actually a cocktail. When too much passes, we find that there is no need to distinguish the taste of each age. The ups and downs are life. Without the colorfulness, what is the meaning of our life?

so, since Yang Fei made things complicated for a simple purpose, we agree with him, and then follow his ideas to deal with him, so that he can slowly understand the complexity when he is subject to simple punishment."

Zhang Xiaobao raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

Wang Juan reached out and held it down before Zhang Xiaobao touched the wine pot and said, "You don't need to borrow wine to relieve your sorrows, right? You haven't told me how to deal with it yet, how to arrange it, for example."

"For example, he was afraid that he was incompetent before, but in fact he didn't want to live in other people's homes, at least not under his junior brother. So we arranged for him to do things, do miscellaneous work, clean up the experimental site, wipe the experimental vessels, and hand over the tools and experimental materials to other researchers. Eat it, don't let me eat it alone."

Zhang Xiaobao stretched out his chopsticks and took out a lot of meat and put it on the plate in front of Wang Juan.

"Oh." Wang Juan agreed, lowered his head to eat meat, and threw the little crab that was accidentally brought back to the pot, drank the wine, and said, "Wuliangye is really good, but don't you think we've buried talents as you said?"

Zhang Xiaobao didn't answer immediately, and put a lot of dishes into the pot in succession, covered a hole in the middle that could put the chimney in. He listened to the sound of cooking for a while before speaking: "It's not buried."

Wang Juan blinked and waited for the following.

"Yang Yunteng may think he has learned very well. He designed a lathe by himself through self-study. In my opinion, he is still far from being inferior. I don't think he has learned this level in four years. Maybe he is more proud, but can he be proud of you and me?

Now, I don’t do anything else tiring, just like him, I can make a better lathe than him in two years. Who is not a genius who can go to the research department of the Ministry of Industry? How long will he delay that project if he is really an important researcher?

Letting him do chores is a simple command, and learning is complicated in doing chores. Let him see other people's abilities, let him understand the depth of the overall industry, and let him understand that a person is not as good as a team that cooperates with tacit understanding.

Haven't we just seen the drawings he designed? The lathe is really good. He thought he was qualified to use the drawing to enter the Ministry of Works. I guess he still thought he could be above others, but that was because his junior brother kept secretly showing him the design drawings of the Ministry of Works lathes, and his achievements were based on the hard work of others.

If you don’t polish him, the Ministry of Works will not be able to control him in the future. I will still be reluctant to kill him. You said right?"

After speaking, Zhang Xiaobao looked at the wine cup and became silent.

Wang Juan helped Zhang Xiaobao pour wine: "Yes, you are right, just like you. You won't kill you if you arrested me. You asked you to hand over your property first, then polish you, and let you receive ideological education. Yang Fei arranged this way, where is Gong Shuhe?"

"He? Haha, I have a better place to settle him on the road. To be honest, I prefer to slowly clean up my husband and uncle." Zhang Xiaobao suddenly became happy, as if the child had encountered a new toy.

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Chapter completed!