The Xu family ancestors passed down a little bit, and Xu Baihu is also a military household, and his life is very good in the local area. He has a small family and has a small family, so he raises an old lady to do some cooking and cleaning work.

It was not until the sky turned pale that the old cook of the Xu family slowly prepared breakfast and knocked on the door of Changgeng's study: "Young Master, my wife asks if you want to go to her house to eat."

Chang Geng was concentrating on copying the calligraphy. He paused when he heard the words and replied in a habit: "No, she loves tranquility, so I won't bother you. Please tell my mother, and then say your son to ask her for her."

The old cook did not surprise his reply. The daily questions and answers between the mother and son are like routines, and nothing new.

It's strange to say that Xu Baihu is just a stepfather, Chang Geng and Xiu Niang are the biological mother and son, but only Xu Baihu will have dinner at the same table during the days when Xu Baihu is at home, and they will behave like a kind and filial piety and happy look. As long as the male owner leaves, they will be even more strange than strangers and do not pay attention to anyone. They live in the same yard, Chang Geng doesn't even walk the main gate, and runs through the corner door every day, and the mother and son may not meet each other for ten days and half a month.

Even the serious illness that had lost half of his life in Chang Gung's game a few years ago, Xiuniang just took a look indifferently, not caring about whether the only child was dead or alive.

In the end, Master Sixteen took the person away and took care of him.

The old cook always suspects that Chang Geng was not born by Xiu Niang, but just looking at his appearance, the mother and son look very similar, so they must be related by blood.

What's more, if it weren't for her biological child, a weak woman like Xiuniang, who was wandering in a foreign land and was still in danger, why did she keep taking care of that child?

It doesn't make sense at all.

After a while, the old chef brought a food box and said to Chang Geng: "The master is about to go back to the city today. The lady told the master to come back early."

Chang Geng understood what she meant. When Xu Baihu came back, they wanted to pretend to be kind and filial to his son, so he nodded and replied: "I understand."

His eyes fell on the food box. Suddenly, Chang Geng saw a long hair stain on the handle of the food box, and his hand that had reached out immediately shrank back.

The old cook's hair was already white, so the black and soft long hair would not be hers. Xu Baihu had not come back yet, and the master and servant in the family were all three living people. They were not the cook's, so they were naturally Xiuniang's.

Chang Geng has a strange obsession with cleanliness - he just thinks of his own mother.

Next door, he could just eat leftovers with the bowl his adopted father used, but when he got home, he would not touch anything Xiuniang had touched.

The old cook knew that he had a strange temper, so he quickly took off the hair carefully and said with a smile: "This is what the lady accidentally fell on it. No one has touched this snack before it was released. Don't worry."

Chang Geng smiled at her very politely: "It's okay, I happen to have some questions today and I want to ask Mr. Shen for dinner later."

After saying that, he didn't take the food box, so he grabbed the book on the table and clamped it under his arm, lifted up the heavy sword hanging on the back door and went out.

Mr. Shen rolled up his sleeves and was busy oiling a few strips of steel armor in the yard.

The steel armor was sent by the soldiers guarding the city. Yanhui's officers and soldiers also had their own "long arm division" that specialized in maintaining military steel armor. However, there were too many armors in the army and they were always too busy to get busy, so they would also find the folk long arm division to take care of some scattered work.

"Long-arm Master" is the one who repairs steel armor and lighters, and deals with those iron guys all day long. He is considered a craftsman. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, long-arm Master and dog-beating pedicures and shaving heads are similar to those of dog-beating pedicures and hair shaving. They are both "lower-nine-class". Even if you don't have to worry about food and drink in this industry, it is not very glorious.

Mr. Chen, a scholar of his class, had somehow such a strange hobby. Not only did he like to fiddle with him for nothing, but he also often used this craft to make some money in a humiliating manner.

Chen Shiliu, who accidentally entered the dream of a young man, was sitting on the threshold with two long legs in vain, leaning against the door frame as if he had no bones, and there was an empty medicine bowl next to him - he didn't know how to clean it after drinking it.

Sixteen stretched his waist and waved to Changgeng half-deadly, and ordered: "Son, go and bring me the wine pot."

Mr. Chen was covered in firearm oil and sweating profusely said to Chang Geng: "Don't pay attention to him, have you eaten?"

Chang Geng: "Not yet."

Mr. Chen turned his head and roared at Shiliu, "I'll wait for food when I get up early in the morning! Can't I do some work? Go and cook some rice and cook a few bowls of porridge!"

Shen Shiliuyi turned his head, deaf just right, and said slowly: "Ah? What?"

"I'll do it," Chang Geng got used to it, "What rice should I put?"

This time, when Master Sixteen heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said to Mr. Chen: "Shou's order, why don't you go there yourself?"

Mr. Chen, a gentleman, was so angry that he was so angry that he looked samadhi true in his face: "Didn't you agree to take turns? A man is a real man, just forget it if you can't hear it, but what's wrong with not keeping your words!"

Chen Shiliu used the same trick again, and then "can't hear it" again, and asked, "What is he barking?"

Pretend to be the same as real.

Chang Geng: "…"

In fact, it is very convenient to be a deaf person.

"He said..." Chang Geng lowered his head and was hitting the sly joking gaze. In an instant, the dream of the night before flashed back to his eyes. He suddenly realized that he was not so indifferent.

Chang Geng's throat suddenly became a little dry, and he quickly calmed down and said with a blank expression: "You should sit down, don't bother cheating early in the morning."

Before Chen Shiliu had time to get drunk that day, his only conscience was finally soaked into wine lees. He smiled and grabbed Chang Geng's hand, stood up with the help of his strength, patted the back of the boy's head intimately, and walked into the kitchen with a bumpy look.

He was actually really ready to work - the Sixteenth Master was a rare encounter in a century and was able to do some personnel and work, which was rare in the world, comparable to an iron tree blooming.

Chang Geng hurriedly followed in, and saw his adoptive father grab a few handfuls of rice in a swagger, throw them into the pot, and then scoop water to wash the rice, causing the water to splash and white waves to fly. Then, he stretched out two fingers in a noble manner, stirred them casually in the water, took out and shook the water droplets, and announced: "Half-washed, Chen Yi, come and take turns."

Mr. Chen: “…”

Chen Shiliuyi took the wine pot from the stove, raised his head and took a sip, flowing water, accurate and accurate.

...Sometimes Chang Geng suspected that he even pretended to be so-called "blind".

Mr. Chen may have been convinced and stopped making unnecessary struggles. He cursed and washed his hands with soapcorns, ran into the kitchen, steamed pastries, and began to clean up the mess that Shiliu threw down.

Chang Geng took out the post he copied early in the morning and showed it to Mr. Chen one by one. After Chen Yi read the comments, Chang Geng stuffed the page of paper into the stove to help make a fire.

"I have made great progress in writing. I have put in a lot of effort recently," said Mr. Chen, "I think you are copying the Changting Post by Gu Yun, Anding Hou?"

Chang Geng: "Yes."

When Shiliu, who was idle next to him, suddenly turned his head and a strange look flashed across his face.

Mr. Chen did not look up: "The 15th Marquis Anding led his troops, became famous in one battle, and became commander in the seventeenth Army. He was ordered to fight the west. He passed through the city of Xiliang. He saw the ruins of ancient people. He was moved by the scenery of the previous dynasty. He had written the poem "Changting Fu" by hand. He had written it. However, he was secretly left by the flatterers around him and was engraved on the stone tablet. To be honest, Gu Yun's calligraphy was trained by the contemporary Hongru Mr. Mosen. It is indeed worth it. However, when he was writing Changting Posts, he was still young and successful. He was a little ignorant of the world and was not as good as the speed. Since you practice calligraphy, you have so many ancient posts that you don't copy, why do you need to copy the posts of today's people?"

Chang Geng rolled the paper full of words and stuffed it into the stove without hesitation: "I have heard that the three Xuan Tie Camps of Xuanying, Xuan Jia and Xuan Qi have wiped out the eighteen tribes of the Northern Barbarians in the hands of the old marquis. Later, it was passed to the command of the little marquis and made the Western Regions bandits bow down. I didn't like his words, but just wanted to know what the handbook left by holding the hand of the three Xuan Tie Camps was like."

The spoon in Mr. Chen's hand was stirring in the pot without any consciousness, but his eyes seemed to have floated away. After a while, he slowly said: "Horse Anding is named Yun and his courtesy name is Zixi. He is the only son of the eldest princess and the old marquis. His parents died early since childhood. He was sympathized by the current emperor and raised him in the palace. He was also given a special title. He was originally a natural wealthy idle person, but he insisted on going to the Western Regions to eat sand. He is not a hero. I don't know, and I'm afraid I'm not a good mind."

Mr. Chen was wearing an old long robe that was washed white, with the oil stains of steel armor on the corners of his clothes, and a hapless apron hung around his neck. The two brothers had made do with each other, and there was no woman at home, one was more dissatisfied with the other. I don’t know if the apron was taken back and had not been washed. The background color was long gone, and it was unkind to be wrapped around his body.

Only that face is clearly outlined.

Chen Yi's nose bridge was high and straight. When he didn't joke, his side face was almost cold. His eyelids trembled slightly and he suddenly said, "Since the old marquis left, Xuan Tie Camp's achievements have been high, and he is a jealous person in the court is rampant..."

Shiliu, who had not said anything, suddenly spoke and interrupted him: "Chen Yi."

The two people by the stove looked at him together, and Shiliu was staring at a small spider web on the door frame.

Sixteen did not drink enough to make him look whiter as he drank, and his expression became paler and he was invisible to see.

He whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."

The Shen brothers are usually very big or young. They are disrespectful to their brothers. The brothers also spoil their brothers so much that they are no one like them. They quarrel from morning to night every day, but their relationship is very good.

Chang Geng had never heard Shiliu speak in such a stiff tone.

He was sensitive by nature and frowned deeply in the dark.

Chen Yi's teeth tightened for a moment, realizing that Chang Geng was observing him, he barely restrained his emotions, and said with a smile: "I'm wronged - but isn't slandering the court a meal? I'm just talking casually."

Chang Geng noticed the awkward atmosphere, so he cleverly changed the topic and asked, "Who will take charge of the Xuantie Camp in the ten years from the Northern Expedition to the Western Expedition?"

"No one cares about it," said Chen Yi. "After the Northern Expedition, the Xuantie Camp was silent for a while. There were only a few old people in the army, and most of them were discouraged. More than ten years have passed, and the elite soldiers of that year have been replaced. The equipment has not been replaced for many years, and they have all become aging. It was not until a few years ago that the Western Regions rebelled a few years ago and the court had no choice but to let the An Ding Hou be ordered to restart the Xuantie Camp. Rather than saying that Gu Shuai took over the Xuantie Camp, it is better to say that he has re-grinded a group of powerful troops in the Western Regions. If you have the chance, you can learn his current characters."

Chang Geng was stunned: "Has Mr. Chen seen the words written by Anding Hou later?"

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Although it is rare, one or two paintings are occasionally leaked from the market, and they all claim to be authentic works. I can't tell whether it is true or false."

He said, while blowing white air, he brought the food to the table. Chang Geng stepped forward to help with a wink. When he passed by Chen Shiliu with porridge, the sick man reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Chang Geng grew earlier than an ordinary boy. Among his peers, he was tall. Even though he was not rich in flesh and blood, he was almost catching up with his adopted father. When he looked up, he looked into Shiliu's eyes.

Sixteen actually had a pair of very typical peach blossom eyes, which could only be seen when his eyes were floating around in a scattered manner, because when his eyes gathered, there seemed to be a pair of abyss with light clouds in his pupils, which made people unable to see clearly and dark.

Chang Geng felt a little stuttered again. He lowered his voice and deliberately called himself a name that he was not commonly used: "Entertainment Father, what's wrong?"

Sixteen said casually: "Every child is a child, don't always think about being a hero. Is there any good ending for a hero? As long as you have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life and don't worry about waking up, that's the best day. Even if you are too lazy to spend money, it doesn't matter."

Chen Shiliu pretends to be deaf and dumb, and he rarely says a few words, but he pours cold water from Chang Geng on his mouth.

He was a half-deaf and half-blind disabled person, so he naturally had no ambition and no ambition. But how could a young man listen to such despicable words that were just living by one's life?

Chang Geng felt a little uncomfortable because he felt that he had looked down upon him. He thought angrily: "Everyone is living like you. Who will support his family in the future? Who will take care of you for your meals and clothes? He really doesn't hurt his back when he stands and speaks."
Chapter completed!