I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Now he feels... This grandson of himself may really be a grandson.

What is the identity of Mr. Zhengyang!
What is the identity of this group of people!
Hurry to Zhengyanggong to ask this question, don't say that this is obviously a slap in the face of Zhengyanggong, with this identity gap, can you walk in front of Zhengyanggong.

"Nonsense!" The old man stretched out his hand and was about to beat him up.

Eating, sleeping, and beating children, this is the simple and unpretentious life of ordinary people in Datang.

As soon as the young man dodged, he became a little anxious: "Don't beat me up yet!"

"Mr. Zhengyang is different from ordinary nobles. He is easy to talk to. Among other things, Zhang Ji from Zhuangzi next door has talked to Mr. Zhengyang, showing off every day."

The old man clapped his hands.

The young man continued: "Besides, isn't it normal for grandpa to not understand these things? Isn't it normal to ask if you don't understand?"

"How did the scholar say that?"

"right!"

"Don't be ashamed to ask!"

The old man beat him up and said firmly: "Nonsense!"

The young man was a little aggrieved, he explained the reason and beat himself.

The old man reprimanded viciously: "How can Mr. Zhengyang be inferior, even if it is this sentence, it should be called shameless asking!"

As he said that, he paused slightly, and his expression eased: "But you are right, I will go to Chang'an tomorrow, even if my old bones are going to be beaten up by Mr. Zhengyang, I will ask about it .”

"This... If this is true, it is really a great thing."

The young man felt that his grandfather might be a little too aggressive. How could a gentle man like Zhengyang Gong beat such an old man.

When he smiled, he was scolded again: "Smile, you know how to laugh!"

"What do you know besides laughing?"

"Do you know what to eat?"

The young man made a bitter face. He knew that he should have competed with his elder brother. Going to work in Chang'an City is easier than farming, and the salary is higher. The most important thing is that he will not be scolded by his grandfather.

With the spread of officials in the nearby villages, there are not a few people who hold such thoughts.

The next day, they came to Chang'an in groups.

After asking for directions for a long time, I found Huaizhen Square and Tongfu Restaurant.

A few people stood at the door and looked inside, but they didn't have the courage to walk in.

Before they start discussing.

Di Renjie walked out.

It made them nervous for a while, and a little overwhelmed.

What's the matter?
Is it because my group of people are too conspicuous standing at the door, which will drive them away?No way... You have to ask the questions you care about more or less.

Before they hesitated to say anything.

Di Renjie smiled and asked: "How many people are here to inquire about the thinning method?"

The old man nodded.

Di Renjie stretched out his hand inside: "Guys, please come inside."

The old man froze for a moment, looked up and took a look inside, and the first sentence that came out made his grandson feel a little weird: "Can we go in?"

Di Renjie couldn't help laughing, but felt that he couldn't laugh at this time, and wanted to maintain the dignity of Tongfu Restaurant, so he immediately turned serious: "You are not the first to come here to ask this question."

"A lot have come."

"The shopkeeper feels that it would be troublesome to explain one by one. Please follow me up to the second floor. I will explain when everyone is almost done."

Only then did they heave a sigh of relief, and followed Di Renjie carefully into the restaurant and up to the second floor.

As soon as they reached the second floor, they relaxed a lot.

Although most of them don't know each other yet, looking at their clothes, you can tell that they are all the same as you, and they all grew up in the fields.

They found a place that was pleasing to the eye, sat down, and chatted with the people around them familiarly.

After some inquiries, the Zhuangzi of their two families is not far away, just across a small river.

Although Yin Xuan couldn't give them too expensive food, there was no limit to melon seeds and boiled cold water, which were placed on the table. The new guy on the second floor was also a smart person.

Although these people don't consume, he doesn't "see people as low as dogs."

It's time to renew the water, and it's time to add melon seeds and melon seeds.

Let this group of honest people be flattered, when have they been served by scholars?

Your glory is when you are named on the gold list, so do you know when your glory is?That's it.

The person at the table stared at the old man's grandson, and asked if he was married.

Then he introduced his granddaughter, who is twenty-eight years old and has a lot of strength. She is good at mowing grass, raising cattle, and raising pigs.

This made both the old man and the young man tempted.

When a peasant family marries a daughter-in-law, they don't care much about their appearance, but whether they can support a family together. If a good girl like this is known, all the towns and villages will come to matchmaking.

They talked about picking up and picking up a charter.

Just waiting to go back and see if this young man is strong. If he is also diligent and agile, the old man will also see if the girl is really as good as she said.

If everything is all right, the marriage is settled.

After waiting for seven or eight groups of people to come over, the second floor was almost full, before Yi Xin walked in from the first floor. He was dressed in silk clothes.

Everyone glanced at him and continued with the chat and blind date.

Although Yi Xin was well-dressed, they could tell at a glance that he was the same kind, but he was a little nervous seeing Mr. Zhengyang, so he was wearing his best clothes.

It's not that there aren't any.

Like an old man in his 60s sitting at the table in the middle, with three flowers on his head, and dressed up in fancy dress, if you don't know, you might think he is getting married today.

The breath that grows from the fields cannot be faked.

The skin on the neck, which is obviously several shades darker, can't be faked.

Not to mention the calluses on his hands, the smell of loess that soaked in the basin and could not be wiped clean after several or dozens of times.

Yi Xin cleared his throat and shouted, "Everyone, everybody! Listen to me."

The discussion gradually subsided, and they all cast their gazes over, waiting for this young man to fart.

"Da Lang still has things to do, so let me introduce you to this Miaofa." Yi Xin said loudly. After all these years in the field, he knows how to deal with this group of people.

There was some silence in the house.

It took a while before someone realized that the "big man" in this young man's mouth was probably the Duke Zhengyang they were thinking of.

"Are you from Lord Zhengyang?" A person asked in surprise.

Yi Xin nodded: "That's right."

On the contrary, this did not calm the doubt and shock in their eyes, which became more and more intense.

This...they couldn't believe it.