Zhang Junping crushed the tea cakes, put them into four tea bowls, and then brewed them with boiling water. For the first brew, Zhang Junping paused for a moment, poured out the water inside, and poured them into boiling water again.

Suddenly a strong tea fragrance spread out from the tea bowl.

"this……"

"This fragrance makes people feel refreshed when they smell it, and my mind is empty. I feel the urge to write a poem for me at this moment!"

"Haha, since that's the case, then Zunfu will do it!"

"If it were before, in front of you, the ignorant military men, you would do it!

Now, in front of Bo An, I dare not show my shame!" Gao Zunfu glanced at Zhang Junping and shook his head with a smile.

"Boan's murder song is definitely a masterpiece for all ages. My father would sing loudly every day after drinking, saying that this is a man's poem!" Cao Xi praised.

"Boan is famous this time, but he has become a stepping stone! Boan will have to pay more bowls of wine to his brother in a while. Your brother has been hurt by you this time!

My mother even spoke, saying that I had abandoned my martial arts and lost my face in the Yang family, and scolded me!" Yang Wenguang was the most depressed among them.

The more famous Zhang Junping is, the more unlucky he is.

It was not just the criticism of his family, but he was ridiculed by his colleagues a lot.

Fortunately, Yang Wenguang is broad-minded, otherwise he would have to make enemies with Zhang Junping this time.

"Brother Yang, I will definitely pay more bowls of wine to my brother in a while and apologize to me!" Zhang Junping hurriedly apologized with his fists.

He was also helpless. This matter was an unsolvable matter. Unless he gave up all plans, he obediently followed Yang Wenguang to the official family to cry.

The end result was that the Zhang family admitted that they were unlucky, and their 100,000 yuan property was cheaper than others, which attracted more people to spy on it.

Otherwise, we can only defeat Yang Wenguang and kill the people from the underground gambling house to shock the little girl and take back the ancestral property.

"Brothers, my tea has been brewed. Brothers, please try it and see how the tea is brewed?"

"Okay! I'm here to try the new method of making tea invented by Bo'an!" Gao Zunfu smiled and picked up the teacup and sipped it gently.

"Well, it's really different. The mouth is a little bitter, and then the sweetness is sweet. A tea fragrance spreads in the mouth! The aftertaste is endless! Good tea! Good tea!" Gao Zunfu praised repeatedly.

"I'll try it too, it's delicious! This tea is refreshing!" Cao Xi picked up the teacup and took a sip, praising him.

"Hahaha! You are a rough man who is ignorant and ignorant, you can only say something good and refresh yourself! Look at Zunfu, how elegant he said!" Yang Wenguang let go and laughed at Cao Xi loudly.

"I am a rough man, you are a elegant man in Wenguang. Can you praise me?"

"Haha, I'm also a rough person, and I can only say something good!" Yang Wenguang said mockingly.

"Several men, there are new carp in the shop, which are still fresh, lambs transported from the north and freshly picked eggplant... I wonder what are the men who want to eat?" The servant waited for Zhang Junping and the others to laugh for a while before asking.

After giving in a little humble manner, Gao Zunfu ordered the dishes.

While waiting, the four of them talked about their respective experiences and insights after separation.

Of course, it is mainly the experiences and experiences of everyone during Zhang Junping's mourning period.

Here, Cao Xi mainly explains his own experiences.

Cao Xi just returned with Cao Weiwei last year and fought with the Tubo tribe in Xiongzhou.

This time, Cao Wei was transferred back to the court because Cao Wei defeated the Tubo Li Lizun tribe in the Battle of Sandu Valley, stabilized the western border of the Song Dynasty, and made great contributions.

Everyone listened to Cao Xi's recounting the battle in Sandu Valley. Even though Gao Zunfu and Yang Wenguang had heard it several times, they still listened with relish.

His face was full of envy.

What the generals most longed for is to go to the battlefield. Listen to Cao Xi’s story about killing people on the battlefield, and wishing to be able to replace him. He would also follow Cao Xi’s story and look forward to what would happen if he went to the battlefield.

He will definitely be more powerful than Cao Xi and kill more people than Cao Xi!

Yang Wenguang and Gao Zunfu thought so.

Zhang Junping listened and observed the surrounding environment habitually.

This is a habit he developed when he was in the army. Whenever he went to a strange place, he would first observe the surrounding environment.

Outside the window, two beggars on the street attracted Zhang Junping's attention. Looking at the beggar sitting on the street begging, Zhang Junping frowned.

"Boan, what's wrong?" Zhang Junping's frown attracted the attention of Yang Wenguang, who was sitting opposite him.

"Brother Yang Family, look at those two beggars! If you remember correctly, after leaving my house, we met five beggars along the way!"

"My Song Dynasty is now a peaceful and prosperous era, but some places are inevitably subject to natural disasters and man-made disasters!

These beggars probably came from the north! It’s hateful, I wish I could take a gun and cross a horse and kill all the Liao dogs!" As he said that, Yang Wenguang punched the table hard.

The Yang family and the Liao Dynasty had a bloody feud, and Yang Wenguang's grandfather Yang Ye stood dead on the battlefield of the Song and Liao Dynasty.

"No, you see, all beggars are disabled. If they are orphans, they will never survive!" Zhang Junping said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a confused and confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Anyone who is familiar with Zhang Junping knows that once Zhang Junping smiles like this, it means that his anger has reached its peak and he is ready to kill someone.

In his previous life, he had heard that some vicious people specialize in trafficking children, breaking their arms or legs, and then controlling them to beg.

Unexpectedly, such a thing happened in the Song Dynasty.

It can be seen that the capital of Bianliang is not as beautiful as described in Meng Yuanlao's "Dream of Tokyo".

This is understandable. After all, when Meng Yuanlao wrote "Dream of Tokyo", Bianliang had fallen, and from then on, Tokyo Bianliang could only appear in dreams.

When recalling the life in Tokyo Bianliang, I naturally speak the best, all about the beauty of Tokyo Bianliang. I subconsciously ignore the ugly darkness.

It’s like after we leave our hometown, we have the same feelings for our hometown, and we cannot tolerate others saying that the bad things are in our hometown.

But in this world, there will be darkness. Bianliang is indeed better than the public security in other places, more open and more prosperous, but it is absolutely impossible to avoid picking up the road and not closing the door at night.

"Boan, what do you want to say?"

"It's very simple. These beggars are controlled by others. Some people are crazy and deliberately break their legs and feet. They artificially create disabled beggars to gain sympathy and beg for more money!" Zhang Junping smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was indeed very cold.

"Damn it, how could there be such a careless person?" Gao Zunfu cursed fiercely.

"Beast! Beast! Should be killed!" Yang Wenguang shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!