"Scholar, what's wrong with you these days? You're absent-minded all day long. If it weren't for my helper when slaughtering sheep during the day, the sheep would have let you go." Yang Dazhu arched the scholar with his shoulders. It can be seen that the relationship between the two should be good.

The scholar was also Liu Tianyu, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. He had only eaten mutton since he was a child. It was normal for him to slaughter the sheep and run away.

However, you also need more Yang Dazhu around you, otherwise the sky lanterns would have been lit by the master of the copycat these two days.

Yang Dazhu used a porcelain bowl with a gap to scoop a bowl of lamb bone soup, then took a piece of wild vegetables, coarse grain cakes and put them in the porcelain bowl to soak them.

"Eat this." Yang Dazhu handed Liu Tianyu the porcelain bowl with the pancakes.

Liu Tianyu subconsciously took it into his hand, and a rich fragrance wafted out of the bowl, which made people's index fingers tremble, but Liu Tianyu had no appetite at all.

"Eat! Don't be stunned." Yang Dazhu took out another broken bowl and scooped a bowl of sheep bone soup for himself, took a big sip, and then took a bite of the cake. He said vaguely, "If you don't eat such a delicious thing quickly, you'll ask these starving ghosts to snatch it away in a while."

As he said that, he looked around with his eyes, a few guys around who were busy scooping sheep bone soup in the iron pot.

These people are also bandits in the parody. They have a low status and cannot eat meat. They can only stay here to drink some sheep bone soup.

Seeing that the others were eating so delicious, Liu Tianyu had some appetite. He picked up two pieces of chopsticks broken from a branch and started eating in small stutters.

The bone soup soaked cakes in the porcelain bowl are not delicious to him. There is no seasoning in the soup, and there is not much salt. It can be considered pure natural.

Maybe he hadn't eaten anything serious for a few days, so he quickly ate a bowl of mutton bone soup and the pancakes soaked in it, and his limbs became warm.

Although it was already spring, the ground had just begun to thaw and people were still very cold.

After Yang Dazhu finished eating a piece of cake and a bowl of sheep bone soup, he scooped a bowl out of the iron pot with a porcelain bowl.

"Scholar, you eat it. There are still a lot of them in the pot. If not enough, you can add water to boil the sheep bones." Yang Dazhu saw Liu Tianyu put down the bowls and chopsticks and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you, I'm full."

Liu Tianyu had a bitter taste on his face. He ate a piece of cake that had a thrilling throat and a bowl of mutton bone soup with a fishy smell. He really couldn't drink the second bowl, even if his stomach was not full.

"People who have read books say nicely." Yang Dazhu smiled honestly at Liu Tianyu, and began to drink the sheep bone soup in the bowl. After drinking it, he scooped up another bowl to drink it, and then he burped it, then reluctantly put down the bowl in his hand.

Seeing that Yang Dazhu had almost eaten, Liu Tianyu remembered the previous words and asked, "What's wrong with that master? Is there a grudge against me?"

"Who knows! But be careful. Since you joined our group, the master has often troubled you." Yang Dazhu looked at Liu Tianyu with a little confused look, "I feel like you have changed in the past two days. You should know more about these things than me, why do you still have to ask me?"

Liu Tianyu chuckled and didn't say anything. He couldn't tell the person in front of him that the scholar you knew was dead and that I was a fake replacement.

As for the matter of that master, Liu Tianyu was too lazy to think about it. There was something more incredible than when he came from the 21st century to the 17th century.

In the brightly lit hall in the village, there is a long square table with seven or eight people sitting around.

In the warm room, there were several large pots of cooked meat with sheep bones and two jars of wine on the table. The remaining bones were scattered outside the basin, and many of them were hung with uneaten shredded pork on them.

Several people around the square table ate meat and drank wine in a bowl, and competed with each other's rock-scissors, and were so happy that they exchanged cups.

The person sitting on the square table was a copycat cabinet, the man with a triangular eyes, and the master who wore a shabby shirt during the day sat at the square table and the place closest to the door.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, drinking and spanking, drinking bowl after bowl.

A black shadow suddenly shook outside the hall door. The master who noticed this calmly put down the wine bowl in his hand and smiled and said to the others: "I drank a little too much, I'll go out for some convenience."

"Damn it, scholars have a lot of things to do, and they are not happy to drink. Go quickly, go quickly, don't delay the men drinking." The man with a triangular eye complained dissatisfiedly.

The master laughed carefully and left the hall and came outside.

"Is things done?"

The master stood outside the hall door, with his body hiding the wall. In front of him was a small-eyed bandit, standing respectfully.

The bandit glanced at the wine and meat on the square table in the room, shook his nose hard, and the Adam's apple squirmed twice. When he saw the master's bad gaze, he hurriedly said, "Yang Dazhu and Xiucai and others were sitting at the door to eat, I had no chance to get close."

"Bad." The master cursed in a low voice, looked carefully at the hall behind him, and saw that no one in the hall noticed the door before turning back and whispered, "Do you have all the mud in your head? Then does a broken room have only one main entrance?"

"Oh, why didn't I expect it?" The little-eyed bandit slapped his forehead and then smiled flatteringly, "You are still a master."

The master whispered: "Stop flattering, your benefits will be indispensable if things are done."

"Just look!" The bandit patted his chest with a small eye.

"Remember, put it in a place that is easy to find, it is best to be a certain location on the bed." The master did not forget to remind him.

When the little-eyed bandit figure completely disappeared, the master returned to the hall as if nothing had happened, returned to his previous seat, picked up the wine bowl, sipped it in small sips, and a faint sense flashed in his eyes...

Not long after, the bandits with little eyes returned to the front of the hall, exposed their heads, nodded slightly to the master at the square table, and then quickly left the front of the hall.

After seeing this, the master who had been paying attention to the door curled his lips slightly upwards, revealing a slight smirk, and then he drank the wine in the wine bowl in his hand in one sip.

The cups and cups in the hall continued, and no one had ever seen the little-eyed bandits outside the hall twice.

More than half an hour passed, and the people in the hall had almost finished eating, and they all looked drunk.

Only the table was left with a mess, the remaining empty wine jar was crooked, and various bones of varying lengths and thicknesses were thrown everywhere.

"Brother, uh..." The second counterfeit cabinet hiccup, "This business is good, I'm so good... Hey, where is my jade!"

Ergui was drunkenly eyes, his head was shaking left and right, and his hands kept fumbled around his waist.
Chapter completed!