Guocheng led Zhu Youxiao to the backyard, took out the model of the large turntable, and said, "Your Highness, look at this."

Zhu Youyang took the turntable and turned it up. The turntable creaked and creaked. He said, "It's very fun, what's wrong? Also, I heard from someone that you call my brother A Jian, you can't be more favorable than another. You should also call me A Jiao."

Guocheng nodded and said, "School, this is a model of a large turntable. It is so difficult to turn it so small. If it is enlarged to the one on the construction site, it may not even turn it. I have thought of many ways to solve this problem but it cannot be solved. His Royal Highness the Emperor is a talented person and can stand alone in carpentry. I wonder if he can help me solve this problem?"

Guocheng has already solved this problem, which is to install wheels under the wooden board of the seat, add rollers to the middle shaft, and turntable easily. He asked Zhu Youxiao this problem, to find something for him to avoid making trouble here. If Zhu Youxiao loves to help him and is found out by the censor, he may be infamous. He was misunderstood that he was lured to do a carpenter, which would be unfair. He was not afraid of being known by Emperor Wanli, because Emperor Wanli has not been to court for more than 30 years, and the consequences of the memorials are usually to make fires in the imperial kitchen, and even the emperor cannot see him.

Zhu Youxiao held the turntable, frowned, and occasionally tweeted it. He listened to the "creaking" sound, and fell into deep thought. Guocheng did not dare to disturb him and quietly left the room. Li Jinzhong also followed him and asked, "Little guy, what's your surname? Where do you live?"

Guocheng thought that Tianqi dynasty would last for seven years and Wei Zhongxian had been in charge of the government for four or five years. It would be beneficial to him and Ajian, so he said very humbly: "Xiao Ke's surname is a country with no one or two mothers. He has lived in a dilapidated temple outside the outskirts of the capital since he remembers."

"Don't you have a surname Yang? Strange, you look so much like me, why don't you have a surname Yang?" Li Jinzhong murmured to himself.

"Did Eunuch Li have descendants missing?" Guocheng asked with concern. He knew that Wei Zhongxian castrated himself after he got married, and it was not uncommon to leave behind descendants.

"The little girl Wei Honglian married the Yang family and had a son. She was taken away when she was full moon. She is still missing. I don't know if she is still alive." A hint of kindness appeared on the face of the future traitor Wei Zhongxian. "Suning is also Beizhili, not far from the capital. Maybe... Guocheng, in your impression, has he been hugged by an extremely thin woman?"

Guocheng shook his head: "It's too small, I can't remember it."

"Then do you speak Cangzhou dialect?"

Guocheng still shook his head. He felt that his head was shaking too much today. Did he have a relative relationship with the rattle in his previous life?

Li Jinzhong didn't give up: "Then have you heard Cangzhou dialect?"

Guocheng was very happy that he finally didn't have to shake his head this time, so he nodded quickly. Beijing is the capital of the best, and there are all kinds of people, with accents and a few words of Cangzhou dialect. As for whether he can hear it, he will not care.

"Then you are my grandson. You don't have a surname Guo, your surname is Yang, you are Yang Guocheng. By the way, I'll ask Honglian and see the birth date, horoscope and name of my poor grandson... it must be the same as you... it must be the same as you." Li Jinzhong burst into tears and hugged Guocheng in his arms.

Guocheng is always too soft-hearted and too soft-hearted to be alone and cry until dawn - Hey, why did he make a song? He said to Li Jinzhong: "Uncle, stop crying. If you think I am your grandson, just think so. The world is so great, it is also fate that you can meet. Since you are destined to be destined, why bother to be sad."

Li Jinzhong wiped the dry marks and smiled and said, "Yes, yes, destiny, destiny."

Guocheng secretly complained in his heart. Although Li Jinzhong voluntarily made a relationship with him, if he checked that it was not, would Li Jinzhong become angry and blame him? He should get a vaccination first.

"I can't remember things that are too small. However, things are similar, people are similar, and the original works of appearances are not accurate."

"It doesn't matter if you tell me your birth date or horoscope. Whether it is accurate or not, I will recognize you as your grandson."

Seeing that Li Jinzhong insisted on getting to his relatives, Guocheng said helplessly: "I am a wandering child. I can't remember clearly the birth date and horoscope. I only remember that I was born in July of the 38th year of Wanli, and I don't know anything else."

Li Jinzhong was overjoyed and said, "Thirty-eight years, yes, my grandson was born at that time."

Guocheng was almost speechless. How could Li Jinzhong listen to the wind and rain? He had already said that he had little relationship with him and secretly denied his relationship with him. Why did he still pester him? Besides, you, a celebrity like Li Jinzhong, isn’t your grandson’s birth date and horoscope a well-known secret? How many people can be checked out by nucleating the identity of your grandson by relying on the birth date and horoscope.

Guocheng didn't know that Li Jinzhong had already made a lot of money in the palace. Seeing that Wanli was getting older and the prince was indulging in women, his life was not long. When the crown prince ascended to the great treasure, it was just around the corner. He was the confidant of the grandson, and the position of eunuch of the Silijian Pen fell steadily on his head. Li Jinzhong was proud, but whenever he thought about his lack of descendants, he always felt regretful. This was why he accepted "ten children" and "forty grandsons" in history.

Therefore, when he heard that his daughter gave birth to a grandson, he had the idea of ​​adopting his grandson as a grandson, but when he heard that his grandson was taken away by human traffickers before he was one year old, he was furious and ordered the prefect of Cangzhou to crack down on human traffickers in the country, making Cangzhou safe and everyone praised it. Although he temporarily extinguished the idea of ​​adoption, he regretted and regretted like wild grass, and always sprouted in his heart. This time, when he saw Guocheng look similar to himself, his regret completely destroyed his reason.

"Grandmaster, let's talk to you after I ask your mother. Now I'm going to accompany the prince. Remember, we are a family. I'm climbing high now, so our family can stand firm and make people look down upon."

Guocheng did not dare to agree, and he dealt with it vaguely for a few words. Suddenly he touched the magnetic bottle in his arms, and his heart moved. He took out five bottles and handed them to Li Jinzhong and said, "Uncle Li, this is the perfume produced by my perfume factory. Although it is a trial product, I believe that there is no spice in the Ming Dynasty that can be compared with it. Give it to the uncle and give it to someone."

Li Jinzhong was moved, and hugged Guocheng hard again, wiped his tears, and went into the house to accompany the emperor's grandson.

When Guocheng saw him enter the room, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. When he approached history, those traitors and evil people and stories, the devils who were inhumane in comics were different after all. They also had seven emotions and six desires, and also had soft corners in their hearts.

Guocheng was pondering, and the eunuch's unique feminine voice rang out in his ears: "Young Master Guo, it's already noon, the table and dishes are ready, can you put them out?"

Guocheng looked carefully and found that it was Wang Chengsi, so he said, "Put it out, I'll go and invite His Royal Highness the Emperor."

After entering the inner room, he saw that the crown prince was still studying the turntable model. Li Jinzhong had already taken away his kind face just now, as if he didn't know Guocheng at all.

"Asia, the dishes are ready, let's eat them first and then study them."

Zhu Youxiao took his eyes off the model and looked at Guocheng and said, "You just talked about food, but didn't talk about food. Are you so poor here that you can't afford to buy food?"

"We eat hot pot today, so we don't have to eat."

"Hotpot, can you even eat pot?"

"Asia will tell when she goes out." Guocheng kept a secret.

When Zhu Youxiao left the house, he saw an Eight Immortals table in the yard, but a hole was dug in the middle of a good table, and a stove was placed on it. The pot was "gudu" water was running. The surrounding area was filled with various washed vegetables and meat.

Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but be stunned. It's good to eat fresh food, but it's too fresh. It's all raw, so how can I eat it?

Guocheng smiled and said, "Today we use the retro method - antique soup. It is said that it was created by Emperor Guangwu of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The soup pot in the middle of the table was filled with bone soup that Wang Chengen had been boiled for a day and a night. It was extremely delicious. He threw the vegetable slices into the pot, boiled them and boiled them as soon as they were eaten. The meat was tender and the vegetables were delicious."
Chapter completed!