"Mr. Mao..." Zhang Mao just picked up the peeled egg and was about to put it in his mouth when he heard a faint sound coming.

Turning his head, he actually saw that the cabinet chief Liu Jian looked at the egg in his hand.

Poor Old Liu is also in his sixties. He has to be poisoned by Guanglu Temple when he is worried about national affairs in this hall.

"Cough cough..." Emperor Hongzhi, who was sitting high on the dragon throne, also coughed a few times. Xiao Jing walked to Zhang Mao knowingly.

What could Lao Zhang say? He could only hand over the peeled egg with a smile.

He handed the unstripped one to Lao Liu beside him. At this moment, Li Dongyang and the others handed over their eyes.

Emperor Hongzhi stared at Xiao Jing, and he could only hand over the egg with a wry smile. According to the saying, the emperor could not eat randomly.

But this was made by the grandson of the British man's family, and the emperor would eat it if he wanted to eat it. Besides, the elders and the princess were eating it.

"Well... it's very fragrant!" Emperor Hongzhi took a bite and nodded in praise.

Liu Jian took a bite and couldn't help but lit up: "It's true that the lips and teeth are fragrant, but I don't know how to make this egg?!"

"This is done by my grandson overnight. I really don't know how to do it..."

Zhang Mao smiled bitterly, but saw that Li Dongyang and the others also saw it and wanted to cover the remaining eggs.

"I have only a few of them..." But after all, Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and took out the egg.

After all, Xiao Jing was an old eunuch several days ago. After a glance, the little eunuch took an ivory knife and cut the peeled eggs into several portions and sent them.

"Well... it's really so fragrant!"

In theory, it is said that high-ranking officials and nobles here will not let it be like eating snacks.

This is mainly because I can't resist the stomach that is gingering until now, and there is no harm without comparison.

Compared with the salty food of Guanglu Temple, which one is delicious and has a good difference?

Maybe it was only three points of delicious, but after combining hunger and Guanglu Temple rotten dishes, it turned out to be nine points of delicious.

What Zhang Lun himself did not expect was that this was the first time that he had been recorded by these ministers in this hall because of this tea egg.

"Put a foot of sand in the shell, put it in the rest of the core and fill it with sawdust. Cover the iron ring on the seal and hang the beam."

Zhang Lun was talking about the sandbag, and as he said that he also drew a sketch: "I asked them to sew the skin, so we can take the things back and put them on our own."

"The stone locks and stone loads must be prepared with all the weights, and there are protective gears... Forget it! I'll draw it for you."

Zhang Lun said, and began to draw protective gear.

There is no doubt that what Zhang Lun directly copied was the armor and protective clothing of the modern military attack movement.

Although iron armor is good in this era, it cannot be kept at home, so it must be rebelled. Therefore, Zhang Lun used painted bamboo armor and thick cotton protective clothing.

This person is so easy to do. The young and powerful people in the Zhang family's village, including rammed earth, and laying wooden stakes is just a matter of nothing.

It was already evening when he returned home. Lao Zhang was very honored to praise his grandson for the emperor and courtiers in the palace.

He praised Zhang Lun specifically for dinner.

Lao Zhang's feeling of comforting look at Zhang Lun made Zhang Lun's eyes sore.

In fact, during these days he stayed, he also realized that Lao Zhang's pampering for him was so unparalleled.

Although he had a wife and concubine, Zhang Mao would never allow Zhang Lun to disturb Zhang Lun after Zhang Lun's father passed away.

For this, except for the wife and several concubines, the other children all shared some property and asked them to move out of the house.

The housekeeper Lao Zhou said that the old Duke had no intention of letting them move out. But after he became a little confused, the old Duke was afraid that someone would have some bad intentions.

So the sons who were adults and married moved out with their mothers. The remaining wives and concubines did not dare to disturb Zhang Lun.

Everyone knows that this is the heart of the old Duke.

"Didn't you ask you to find some scholars to teach?" During this period, Zhang Lun rode his horse across the city to the village every day.

Zhang Lun is now used to going to Zhuangzi to practice martial arts every day, but he found that the children in Zhuangzi had no teacher for so long.

Butler Zhou lowered his head and said, "Mr., we have invited many scholars, but they don't want to come..."

In fact, he hadn't said some things yet, but those poor scholars were not good at speaking. They made many sarcastic words to ridicule him.

"If you don't come, don't come! It's just a little bit of trouble."

Zhang Lun rode a white horse, and his face was slightly red by the cold wind. Hearing the words of Butler Zhou, he could have guessed the reactions of the scholars.

"The capital is full of resources... The sages have not learned three points in their ability, but they are very capable of putting onions on their noses on elephants."

Zhang Lun squinted his eyes and snorted: "If you really want to talk about your ability, I still think they are stupid when they worship me as their teacher!"

Zhang Lun is really proud of this. Has he read "The Wealth of Nations", "The War", "Capital", "The Mob", and "The Super Limit War"?!

To be honest, one of the conveniences brought by modern technology is to have more information channels.

This is not to say that people in this era are stupid, but that the information they come into contact with is completely unequal to Zhang Lun.

It was also at this moment that Zhang Lun suddenly heard a man's annoyed and angry shout: "That yellow-mouthed child, how dare you speak wildly and humiliate the children of famous teachers!"

Zhang Lun strangled his horse's head when he heard this. Butler Zhou came up to see this and looked at it and whispered: "Mr. Master, the person on the right is Sun Maocai from the next village..."

But in front of the inn on the street, three people standing in front of the inn, wearing Confucian shirts and jackets, looking at Zhang Lun angrily.

The two on the left and in the middle are fine, and they look in their early twenties.

The one in the middle is a little dull, while the one on the left is relatively pretty. But the one on the right is a bit terrible.

Sun Mao looked more than thirty years old, with a slightly hunchbacked triangle in his eyes, with a sharp mouth and a concave cheekbones protruding.

He still had two beards, and his whole body looked vicious and cunning.

"Butler Zhou, why do you like this person..."

Zhang Lun smashed it: "This guy looks like a stingy man, and looks like a stingy man, and looks like a sore on his head and pus flows from the soles of his feet..."

"It's obviously not a good thing!"

These words made Butler Zhou blush and speechless, but his heart was very happy! Because at that time, Sun Maocai ridiculed him for being a "rich family".

"Children is ruthless! You..." Sun Mao was so arrogant that smoke came out of his head. If he had anger value, his anger value would definitely rise all of a sudden.

"I didn't name it~" Zhang Lun curled his lips: "You have to think it's you, and I have no reason to object, right?"

The three people in front of the door were stunned. Sun Maocai's triangular eyes turned and snorted coldly and took a step forward: "How can a famous disciple be humiliated?! I want to..."

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Lun rolled his eyes, then he pulled up the white fox fur behind him, and the white embroidered robe and soap boots flashed by and got off the white horse.

The movement was so cool and tight.

The two men on the other side and Sun Maocai couldn't help but secretly praise him in their hearts: What a beautiful young man!

But the young man directly pulled out the Japanese knife, raised his hand and "brushed" and cut off a piece of wooden stake as thick as a bowl on the edge!

With a "pop~", the wooden stake fell to the ground, but it hit the hearts of the three of them.

Zhang Lun's smile was still the same, but the smile seemed to the three of them like a smug evil spirit: "Do you want to compete with me?"

"I... I'll go to Shuntian Mansion to sue you!" Sun Maocai was not stupid. What if he was hacked to death when he went up?!

"Ask me, right? What's the matter?! Accused me and scold you? I have never named it. How do you know that I scolded you? Could it be that you are the deer-headed, rat-headed, not a thing?!"

The other two people next to them blushed, and they were both uncomfortable without laughing.

Zhang Lun smiled and shrugged: "If you think you are too scared, I still feel that this is too scared!"

After all, Zhang Lun was a descendant of later generations, so his habitual actions carried many traces of later generations.
Chapter completed!