Kraveyo followed Timur's gaze and saw nothing behind the mountains. He could only feel the fanaticism in the eyes of Timur and his cavalry.

Is the East written by Marco Polo really gold? He didn't know this, but when he remembered the delicious food made by the Chinese chefs in his country, Claviro couldn't help but drool. The owner of the Tangren Restaurant claimed that he was a teacher at the building outside the building, and the things he made could make the nun put down his homework and sneak out of the church.

The green mountains and hills are outside the mountain. "Louwaitou" is the most famous restaurant in the northwest of the capital. It is not only because of its pavilions and towers built by the mountains and rivers, but also the unique skills of the ancestral master Xia, the shopkeeper, are also amazing.

The Xia family has been a chef for generations, and it is said that he once revered as Guan Zhong in the same palace. He has passed down his craftsmanship for dozens of generations, and the Xia family's attainments in eating are unparalleled in the world. Those who fly in the sky, run down, and swim in the water. As long as you can call the name of something, the Xia family can all attend the seat.

In Beijing, if you are tired of eating big fish and meat, it is definitely worth a trip to the Xia family. For the sake of silver notes, Mr. Xia will personally take care of you, such as fresh meat cut from live donkeys, deer feces cut out, and monkey brains that have just been dug out. Anyway, as long as you can afford the money, Louwailou can make you late.

Not everyone has so much money, and even if you have it, you may not be willing to commit such a crime. If it weren't for the banquet for the dignitaries and nobles, for ordinary people, they would still be inferior to those small buns and the Baiwei Fennel Beans, at least they would feel at ease after eating them. They are not afraid that the officials will come to the door that day. This is the rule. The rich ones go upstairs to spend a lot of money on the shopkeepers, and the poor ones eat two buns downstairs and the few shopkeepers don't dislike it.

Therefore, Mr. Xia has few opportunities to enter the kitchen. Whenever he enters the kitchen, the guys treat it as news.

A few days later, Old Master Xia went into the kitchen again. He was his best drunk goose. He washed the live goose and put it in a wide iron cage, which also had a bowl of wine and a bowl of seasoning.

When the iron cage is placed next to the pure charcoal fire, the goose cannot stand the rising heat, so they will drink the seasonings and wine, and wait for the wine and seasonings to circulate along the goose's body. The taste can penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

A gentleman who is a chef who is far away from the brink of the brink of the brink of the brink of the brink of may not have the heart to see a life tortured to death. But today is different. Mr. Xia watched the goose struggling and wandering in the fire cage, as if the dying goose has all his vitality on his body.

The guy who started the fight sighed, wiped his tears and made the kitchen. He knew that Mr. Xia did this all for his two twin sons, Xia Gao and Xia Guang.

The twin brothers are beautiful and loved by everyone, but somehow, they had lupus a few years ago. No matter how strong the young man was, he couldn't stand the bloody feeling every day. Over the past few years, the Xia family hired a famous doctor, which was a cure for this disease. The northern miracle doctor Chen Shitai once suggested giving the child to him to scrape the bone to cure the poison, but Mr. Xia was afraid that the child's name would be ruined after the transformation, so he had to drag it on day to day until one day a doctor from the martial arts world gave him a secret recipe passed down by him.

What to take to replenish, this is the first sentence the doctor said. There is a medicine introduction in that prescription that is difficult to find, and today's distinguished guests are the ones who bring the medicine introduction.

The goose was ripe, and Dad Xia asked the guy to send the goose to the guest to the upper floor of the elegant seat. He simmered a clay pot on the charcoal fire with his own hands, and carefully fanned it with a fan, his eyes full of happiness and satisfaction.

"What's going to the east? It's so delicious." The individual guests who were eating in the hall downstairs followed Duange's back with their eyes, and their noses kept twitching.

"Good swan, beloved, I haven't heard of it." The person who was in charge of his seat was also a scholar. He seemed to have just come to Beijing from outside and had some spare money in his pocket. He looked at the scholar in Beijing who was eating buns and pushed the plate of fennel beans in front of him, and said humbly: "Brother, please always do this. Can this swan be eaten?"

"No, don't, I've never lived, how can you eat your food?" The scholar in the capital gave in moderation, but the chopsticks in his hand did not obey his brain's command. He put them into the plate, picked up two fennel beans and put them in his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed the long aftertaste of fennel beans, while shaking his head and saying, "Isn't it just a swan? There's nothing that can't be eaten? Isn't it just a brag with you? When we ran all over the street in a gold-dressed carriage, we ate even better than this."

"The little student's eyes are clumsy, but he didn't even realize that you are still a noble person. He is disrespectful, and he doesn't know that his brother is noble." The foreigner was amused by the expression of a scholar in the capital, so he almost choked by tea. After coughing for a long time, he barely let go of his anger and said teasingly.

"I am not a good man, my surname is Wu, and the Grand Secretary Wu Chen is my grandfather." The scholar in the capital heard the sarcasm in the other party's tone. He was embarrassed to eat the fennel beans, so he took out the fast jade pendant and put it on the table.

It was like a lake of spring water, which illuminated people's eyes in an instant. The eyes of several young people across the table attracted the attention of them. They stretched their necks and nodded and admired.

A piece of jadeite with a spring-like shaved head was tied under the goose yellow silk strips. A line of small characters were gently engraved on the thin green face, correcting the heart, cultivating oneself, governing the country, and pacifying the world. It is the famous Wu style in the world. The scholar outside watched it for a long time, looked at it in awe, stood up and saluted, "It's not just Mr. Wu, but Xiao Ke Menglang."

"What Mr. Wu is now a writer who helps people make a living by writing. If you don't have enough meals for a day, you have to go all over the streets to fight pirated copies every day. Just call me Wu Liang." Although the scholars in the capital are arrogant, they are not petty people. They put away the jade and mock themselves.

"Brother Liangcai was joking. He was a little surnamed Wang. He always admired Lingzun's reputation. He didn't expect to meet the descendants of Grand Secretary Wu today." The foreigner respectfully reported to his house. After looking at the jade, he thought that Mr. Wu hid in the crowd to eat buns because he liked the excitement downstairs.

Wu Liangcai was honest and embarrassed to bluff someone. He took out the jade from his pocket and handed it to the scholar named Wang. He smiled and said, "Brother, you northerners are the truth. Let's tell you the truth. It's fake. I don't even know where the house of Grand Secretary Wu is. This piece is talc. There is a layer of glass outside, and it looks like jade. The streets on the Confucius Temple are full of the price, and the asking price is more than a thousand silver coins. As long as you bargain with them, no matter how much you counter the price, you will be cheated. I have five copper coins. You have to look at it. Five copper coins are given to you. Today I think about it."

The scholar named Wang almost fell out his eyes. I had known that people in the capital could blow, but I didn't expect that he could blow out jade with a stone. So, this guy named Wu couldn't believe that he had eaten a swan. While thinking about it, he heard the man surnamed Wu say, "Actually, my father was the Jinyiwei back then, but he was so glorious for a while. After Master Hongwu abdicated, the Jinyiwei was dispersed. My father was not a corrupt official. Of course, he didn't have much money to leave for me. Now I'm writing for a living and can't continue writing. I just come to the crowd to find the feeling."

Code writing is a hard job. Since the county school was free at the end of the Hongwu year, more and more people have studied books for a few days. These people are not able to gain fame and do not like to recite poems and papers. Daily entertainment is to find this review to read, and Luo Guanzhong's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" became very popular because of this. Lao Luo also made a lot of money by writing books, which caused many literati to follow suit and scramble to invest in the code writing industry. Writers followed the market, and their value was lower in the month. In addition to the unscrupulousness of pirates, basically writing words all day long can make money.

"But I did eat this roasted swan just now," Wu Liangcai shrugged and explained to himself, "As for why the diners upstairs can eat Mr. Xia and make delicious food by himself, I know. Even if Mr. Xia is trying to make things difficult for the kitchen now, I can still guess what Mr. Xia is doing."

"Is that true, Brother Wu, please tell me?" The scholar named Wang returned the glass pendant to Wu Liangcai and asked curiously. Although the man in front of him likes to brag, he is still honest and not annoying. At least he doesn't plan to keep using glass as jade to dream.

"Come here, I'll tell you what to cook in the kitchen now," Wu Liangcai blinked his eyes and said mysteriously, "But after hearing this, you are not allowed to vomit."

The scholar surnamed Wang leaned over as he said, only listened to a few words, turned around and ran to the lake and retching. He wanted to spit out all the bile. He returned to the restaurant for a long time, and he was in no mood to eat the rest of the food and left.

People in the restaurant laughed when they saw this. It was the kind smile of ordinary people. Only by believing in one way and not understanding the customs and cultures of the people will laugh at you kindly, and then explain to you what rules are there and what to pay attention to. As these ordinary people are timid and delicious, they have various shortcomings, but they have more shortcomings than they have. Only by integrating them can you feel the warmth of this world. There is a person who is obviously an acquaintance of Wu Liangcai, who greets and laughs far away and says, "Young Master Wu, are you bullying a foreigner here again?"

Wu Liangcai smiled, picked up the remaining fennel beans from the scholar surnamed Wang, wrapped them in a piece of oil paper, threw them to Xiaoer two pieces to calculate the tip, and chased them out with a smile. "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that your appetite is so weak. Not far ahead is the teahouse. I'll ask you to apologize for you."

"No, I can't afford to sell it. I'll walk along the small lake." The scholar surnamed Wang waved his hands repeatedly, afraid that Wu Liangcai would say something disgusting. After walking along the lake for a moment, the tumbling member of the Standing Committee calmed down a little. Seeing that Wu Liangcai was still walking with his hands behind his back, his curiosity arose again, he leaned over and asked reluctantly: "Brother Wu, what you said was the custodian, it's really that thing."

"There is still a false alarm. I just cut off Grand Secretary Shang yesterday. You didn't see that there were so many onlookers. It was more lively than the New Year. These corrupt officials usually use various tricks to scratch their skin and harm the people. Think about it, when you have the chance, who doesn't want to test a piece of corrupt officials' flesh and go back and bite them to relieve their hatred."

"But what does this have to do with the medicine?"

"Is this corrupt official skin? It's the medicine introduction of the two young men of the Xia family. Everyone knows that only you, who are just reading a dead book, finds it strange."

"Didn't it mean that Grand Secretary Shang colluded with the Japanese to rebel and betray the new emperor and found out that his family was confiscated and exterminated the clan, so why did he become a corrupt official again?" The scholar named Wang widened his eyes and asked in confusion. Shang Jiong and his followers were killed, and the people applauded, and the entire Ming Dynasty was cheered up. Praises to the new emperor were everywhere, but who expected that there was so much content in it.

"Corrupt officials, do they mean to kill? Which officials in Antai Dynasty are not corrupt? Shang Jiong is a corrupt official, why did the late emperor ask him to be a grand clerk? If the new emperor killed Shang Jiong for corruption, wouldn't it mean that he was confused and indulged in corruption? Is it just a charge of treason for Shang Jiong to commit treason? It's just that you, a foreigner, believe me."

"There is still this matter"? The scholar surnamed Wang said dissatisfied, as if he was protesting the absurdity of politics.

"What's this matter? Do you know what Shang Jiong said to the prison officer before his death? He said, you guys are just fond of my husband's property. I cut me off today. I wonder who cut you tomorrow"?

"Ah, this is the case." The scholar surnamed Wang could not believe his ears. He came to Beijing to study thousands of miles away to realize his dream of governing the country and pacifying the world. He did not expect to come into contact with the first one of food and accommodation. It was actually in such a huge contrast to his dream. Is it necessary for him to buy his life for the court? He was a little doubted about his original intention of coming to Beijing.

"Brother Wang, you are an honest person. Listen to me." Wu Liangcai patted the scholar Wang's list and was honest with him, "If you really want to contribute to this country and go to the north, you can see hope there, and here, a simple person like you cannot stay for a long time."

"Thank you, Brother Wu, for your advice." The scholar surnamed Wang bowed and turned around and left. He was in a heavy mood. His back looked particularly quiet among the bustling crowd. Wu Liangcai watched him go away, sighed, found a stone by the lake to sit down, took out a glass pendant from his pocket, played with it for a while, and carried the pendant into the lake with silk.

A lake of spring water ripples slightly, spreading the clear green layer by layer, spreading it far away.

"I drove away another one today. You spent your whole life on this national dream. I can't integrate your robe and mantle, but I try my best to say what you understand in your heart. I dare not think or say."! To Chunshui, Wu Liangcai whispered to himself.

A faint laughter came from the Xia family restaurant. It must be that the medicine was boiled. I wonder if this medicine will work for the two miserable children of the Xia family. "I hope it will be there!

A thunder sounded in the sky, and a storm was coming soon.

Shao Yunfei stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the south sky like a statue. The dark clouds rolled over his head, interpreting the water pavilion singing stage, and performing the golden swords and iron horses.

The warship has been repaired urgently and no longer tilted. The sails were broken by the chain and were not carefully repaired by the surviving sailors. The smoky and fire-burning sail was decorated with white patches, and the lightning was shining, which was particularly eye-catching.

There are not much taxes left. During the voyage for a few days, injured companions left everyone one after another. The sailors silently wrapped their companions' bodies in sacks and put them on heavy objects to push them into the sea. They are all the sons of the sea, and their destination is also the sea.

The ship must be sailed back to the Ming Dynasty at all costs. During the last few days of voyage, Shao Yunfei has gradually understood why the Arabs are so willing to spend money. Sea robberies occur from time to time. Usually, fleets of coastal countries will be pirates, one is to obtain the uploaded money, but to train crew combat capabilities. However, these armed robberies are usually carried out behind their backs, and all participating ships will try their best to make up like pirates. No one dares to blatantly admit that they belong to any country.

When the Arabs provoked a sea conflict, they actually intercepted such a large expedition fleet under the banner of a regular fleet. If someone missed the news back to the Ming Dynasty, the Arab coastal countries would have the risk of going to war with the Ming Navy. Although the Ming fleet had no time to look west, they would have been able to flash the remnants of the year. Could it be that those Arabs were not in the position to go to war with the Ming Dynasty?

What they want is not the gold worn by the adventure, but the pictures or the rear-loading guns on ships. Such a large-scale open robbery, there must be a larger force behind it. Thinking of the lame wolf Timur just recently defeated the Turkish Empire and gained direct control of the entire Islam, it goes without saying who is the mastermind behind it.

His motherland was not prepared for this. Whether it was King of Yan Zhu Li or Emperor Zhu Biao, he probably spent more time preparing for the civil war than spending less than foreign invasions. Zhenbei Army had not gone abroad for nearly 17 years, and the navy had not looked west for nearly 15 years. Both sides were fierce soldiers and horses, in order to fight between brothers. Many people in the Andong Army, Zhenbei Army and the navy were indeed brothers. When the prince and the king of Yan stood up, many brothers chose to vote for one person and use different forms to realize their dream of rejuvenation of their homes.

Now, what they are looking for every day is to fight against each other. Wolves are surrounded by brothers and their brothers are in trouble. Can our country and people be united only if they get the most dangerous foodies?

A lightning strikes, and a bloody hole is drawn in the dark sky. The smoke and clouds are ferocious, as if a monster is about to pounce on him and swallow him.

The personal income tax rushed out of the cabin, and under the command of the new first mate, the main sail was dropped, and the seaweed on the deck was evenly pressed around the ship, tied it with a Range Rover to maintain the balance of the ship.

In the wounds of Ren Du's body, Shao Yunfei remained motionless. He wanted to see what this unfair God wanted.

The rain whipped his shoulder like a whip, and he couldn't open his eyes in the heavy rain. The huge black waves were like a wall, and they quickly hit the bow of the ship. The entire warship trembled, and the keel made a giggle, as if the next huge wave was coming. The ship would turn into a pile of rotten wooden boards.

The sailors held washbasins, water presses, and all the tools that could be used for drainage. The cabin was storing the accumulated water out of the cabin. This was a big wave that everyone had never seen before. The warship was like a fragile floating duckweed. For a while, the waves were at the bottom. But no one was afraid, because the captain stood on the deck, and he had not forgotten to drink until now. He was injured and carried the wine jar, cursed for a few words, and stopped to his mouth.

"The boss once promised to bring us back to the Ming Dynasty, and he would definitely be able to do it." The first mate shouted, everyone encouraged him. At the critical moment, you can be cheered up and not let go.

Only when you walk on the deck can you know the strength of the waves slapping on your body. Which one-armed hero has stood at the bow of the boat since the beginning of the dark clouds, pointing to the sky and laughing at the injustice of fate, scolding the enemy for shamelessness, and scolding the waves for weakness. The roar and thunder can't suppress his roar.

If there is such a person, there is hope for survival.

This is Hai's son. When a storm comes, there will always be someone coming out to become a lighthouse to give everyone hope. The first mate looked at Shao Yunfei's back and his eyes were a little wet.

The wind and rain are even stronger. Through the broken windows, you can see the sea water rolling like a pot. On the sea, the beautiful little fish, elegant dolphins, and the famous giant sharks are gone. Only the lights on the lonely boat are reflected in the water, jumping and flying with the huge waves.

"Long night is long, let's sing," a sailor suggested tremblingly.

"Boss, come back, brothers will sing." The first mate walked onto the deck, staggered to Shao Yunfei, and moved his shoulders.

"Okay, go back and sing, and you will piss off this God to death." Shao Yunfei let go of the prosthetic limbs that were tightly hooked on the side of the ship, and helped each other into the cabin door.

The sailors' singing began to sound in the cabin, and someone sang the navy's war song back then. "How could you say you don't have clothes, you have the same clothes as you..."

"This song is not good. When is it still lingering the king? Where is our king when we fight with the pirates?" Someone protested while scooping water out of the cabin.

"I'll do it, but I only know the Mongolian tunes," said a black sailor shyly. His mother was a naturalized Mongolian and his father was from Peking. He had been with everyone for a long time, and they forgot about the differences in bloodlines.

"Just sing the quilt, what's the word? No matter what tune he is, it's the song of the Chinese boss's surname." Shao Yunfei smiled and gave it to him with an iron hook. "Don't be the mother-in-law, they are all black eyes, black hair and yellow skin, and we are the same in the eyes of the Western Japanese."

"The blue sky, the clear lake, the green farmland, this is my home, the ah. The waterwheel, the white sails, the ah, and you, my girl..."

"This is, my home, my house, my factory,..." A wounded sailor stretched out his neck and shouted, adding a few words.

"This is, my home, my house, my soil, my cattle and sheep, my factory." The sailors were all interested, and while working hard, they added the lyrics they could think of.

"This is, my home, my house, my factory, and you, my girl..." The loud singing broke through the darkness, the waves, and the death.

"This is my home, my home, my paradise." The wind could not suppress it, and the thunder would not collapse. The singing of hundreds of men on the sea was accompanied by the waves.
Chapter completed!