Chapter 145

Mo Chen smiles.

What younger martial sister said is reasonable, and what younger martial brother said is also right.

Is virtue important or ability important?

Probably everyone who practices Taoism has this question.

Perhaps some people do not doubt, immediately choose their own heart of the answer.

Some people think that the purpose of cultivating Taoism is to have the ability to understand the world.

Some people also think that virtue is the most important thing. Cultivating one's morality is cultivating one's mind.

More people are hesitant, contradictory and difficult to choose between the two.

It's like the dispute between younger martial brothers and sisters.

In fact, when they have experienced more, they will understand that sometimes many things are not chosen by you, but often there are irresistible forces pushing you forward. No matter how much you think in advance, the decision you make at that time may not be a prior choice.

Linglong is impatient. If she wants to weigh the weight and argue with others, she certainly can't do it. For her, it's the easiest to draw a sword and fight a fight to determine whether it's right or wrong by winning or losing.

Younger martial brother Jiang is loyal and kind. He should think about whether he should do it or not. The two men's temperaments can be diametrically opposed.

However, it is clear that the two of them were adopted by the master on the same day. They grew up eating the same tea and receiving the same education.

Who would have thought that temperament would be so bad?

"OK, go back and change your clothes. I'll take you to see the city Lord's house."

The three words of the city Lord's house shocked all the little buns. They didn't care to argue about each other. They all went to change their clothes.

Xiao'er has changed her face and cleaned her face again.

Mo Chen looked at his dress, nodded with satisfaction, took out a hat and put it on his head.

The hat is not too big or too small. It's soft and warm. As soon as the ropes on both sides were tightened, even the ears were protected.

Of course, they can't get in and out at will. They can only have a look at it from a distance.

Linglong is rather disappointed.

"Is that the city Lord's house?"

It doesn't look very magnificent.

That is to say, it is built in the middle of the mountain, and the location is high.

"The city Lord of Song Dynasty was not a person who was seeking luxury. In recent decades, the wife of Beifu city was flat. The city Lord of song never used his power to oppress others or seek more benefits for himself."

So now Mo Chen feels sorry for Beifu city.

If the city Lord of Song Dynasty was more selfish and planned for himself, he would not have suffered a relapse at this time.

Li Fulin and the city Lord of Song Dynasty are old acquaintances. Their relationship is not so much intimate as that of a gentleman. There was a correspondence between the two men. The city Lord of Song Dynasty had decided to step down and take a long walk before the end of his life. He said in the letter that he had been detained by the title of the city Lord for so many years, and he failed to do what he wanted to do and where he wanted to go.

In fact, he is the Lord of the city. No one can control what he wants to do.

But he always felt that being a city Lord, he would be worthy of Beifu city.

Other people look at the city Lord's house has been sunset, feel that the song city Lord is crumbling, has been like a dog bereaved. Mo Chen is full of respect for the elder who only met once.

Master, many of them are like this. Others think that they are too pedantic, too incompetent, willing to mediocre, lack of ambition.

But the character and virtue of these people are really worthy of respect.

Now there are fewer and fewer people like this.

I don't know why, Ming Dynasty is more and more peaceful, but people's hearts are more and more scattered. Li Fulin often said that he was very moved. When you are in trouble, you should first think about what benefits you can get from it. No matter when you are in trouble, you should first think about preserving yourself. If you die, you will never die.

Xiaodong pulled his sleeve and asked softly, "elder martial brother, the city lords before the city Lord of Song Dynasty, also live here?"

"Yes, the first lord of Beifu lived there."

Looking down from the position of the city Lord's mansion, most of the Beifu city should have a panoramic view.

Mo Chen took them to the small part of the city. When it was getting dark, the lights were on in the city. The wind was blowing colder. The fog was deep and the frost was heavy. Xiaodong tightened his collar and sucked his nose.

There seems to be a smell.

Not only did he hear it, but Jiang Fan stood still and looked around.

"What's the smell? It's delicious. "

Others said, "like broth."

"Beef soup?"

"Are you too hungry? Why didn't I hear it? "

This aroma is blown by the wind, sometimes if not.

Mo Chen forward a point: "there is a shop in front, should be there in the soup."

Mo Chen leads younger martial brothers and sisters to the past. The shop was not big, and only one door was opened. Tall people had to lower their heads to enter.

The shop was clean with wooden tables and benches. A few of the middle-aged guests asked, "a thin apron?"

Jiang Fan sniffed it again, and the aroma of the shop became more intense, which almost made the population flow down."A bowl of soup for each person, what else do you sell here?"

"And pancakes."

"Let's have another soup cake, then."

Xiaodong also sat down on the bench. It's warm in the shop. He's sweating in his thick hat.

Mo Chen said, "take off the hat first."

The broth was served in a large bowl of coarse porcelain, one for each. The soup just came out, and the heat was rising. It was sprinkled with green scallion and coriander, and the sauce was good and sliced beef. Of course, the first four bowls were given to Mo Chen, Linglong, Jiang Fan and Xiaodong. Although out of the door in the outside, but we still abide by the upper and lower rules of the door.

"This bowl is so big..." Xiaodong made a comparison with his hand.

It's almost catching up with his small basin for washing his face and hands.

Jiang Fan chuckled and handed him the spoon: "quick, eat while it's hot."

The broth was thick and thick, hot and hot to drink, the body suddenly warm up.

Jiang Fan swallowed the soup cake in his mouth: "the elder martial brother has been here before?"

Mo Chen nodded.

They were many, and the shopkeeper gave them two more dishes. That is, the wild vegetables dug from the mountains outside the city, chopped, washed, salted, placed in the jar, loaded with two dishes and sent up.

Pickles are crisp, salty, and slightly sour, but not bad. A large group of people who met at the door ate cakes and drank soup, which was very lively.

Linglong fished the meat pieces in her bowl and put it in Zhai Wenhui's bowl beside her.

She was so quick that no one else could see her.

Zhai Wenhui turned to look at her and laughed.

Linglong let him see embarrassed, urged him: "eat while hot, or cold."

Zhai Wenhui answered, but as he drank the soup, he couldn't help looking at her.

Jiang Fan didn't see the beef that Linglong gave Zhai Wenhui, but saw that the elder martial brother took the beef in his bowl to the younger martial brother.

This scene made Jiang Fan a little worried.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered years ago, when he was still young and greedy. Elder martial brother always saves delicious food for them. A sugar corner, a meat bun, break into two, he and Linglong one half.

But now he is not a child, younger martial brother is the youngest, master and elder brother should take care of him more.

He fully understood the truth, that is to say A little bit lost.

Sometimes people grow up faster than you can imagine. In a blink of an eye, you can't be coquettish like a child.

"If only I could bring one for master."

But the road is a little far, hot soup is not easy to take.

Mo Chen said: "the soup is not easy to take. Cut a few catties of soy sauce meat and take it back. Master can take this to drink."

The shopkeeper cut the meat and wrapped it up. Mo Chen also gave Xiaodong more money: "sell wine next door, go and get some wine."

Xiaodong also worked as a drunkard before. At that time, he was serving his uncle. Master usually drinks wine by himself on the mountain. Xiaodong doesn't know what kind of wine to make for master.

"Tell the shopkeeper to have the strongest wine."

When I came in just now, I only paid attention to the broth, but I didn't pay attention to it. Next to it was a wine shop. On the lantern in front of the door, there was a full round and thick wine character written on it. As soon as I entered the door, I could smell a strong smell of wine, which made people's eyes narrowed. I felt that if I took two more breaths, I would be drunk.

"Drink, boss."

The bar of the tavern was very high. An old man with white hair and beard raised his eyes to look at him and asked, "which one to play?"

"For the strongest, take five catties."

The old man stood up, took a five Jin jar, opened the lid of the wine jar, and scooped the wine into the jar with a wine spoon.

Xiaodong used to make wine for his uncle before. He knew that there was a shop owner who would sell the wine with water. The wine he bought smelled of liquor, but it was tasteless in his mouth. He habitually watched the man scooping wine.

Once, again.

The man's movements were not slow, and he seemed to be fluent. He filled the jar with wine so that no drop was spilled outside.

Xiaodong unconsciously saw God. When the old man sealed the lid of the jar, tied the rope and handed it over, he suddenly recovered and took out the money to pay the bill.

Why did you stand there just now?

Xiaodong doesn't understand.

The man took the money and sat back in his place.

Xiaodong took the wine to the door and couldn't help looking back.

Under the dim light, the man squinted as if he had fallen asleep.

Mo Chen and they brought back wine and meat. Li Fulin was happy to see this.

"Where did you buy it in the east of the city?"

Xiaodong asked, "how does master know?"

"Hey, the shops there are all time-honored brands, and the craftsmanship passed down from father to son." Li Fulin opened the oil paper package and filled his mouth with a piece of meat: "well, that's the taste. I like to eat this family's soy sauce since I was a child. "Xiaodong poured the wine quickly: "master, try this wine again."

Li Fulin picked up the bowl and sipped: "I haven't drunk the wine."

"It's sold next to the meat soup shop."

"That should be new." Li Fulin tasted again: "the taste is OK. It's much worse than my brew, but it's much stronger than ordinary village wine."

Li Fulin took a mouthful of meat and wine. Before he finished eating the meat, he drank the wine thoroughly.

Linglong said: "we also went to see the Lord's house today."

Li Fulin's eyes were clear and clear, and he didn't look drunk: "Oh? How do you want to see it? "

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