"Yo yo yo... Isn't this Changsun Shaoqing? Our brothers meet again."

"..." Changsun Chong saw Cheng Sanlang, and really wanted to turn around and leave, but this is the court hall, not the market.

What's more, his own father's unmentionable illness requires old Cheng's family to support Kai Sailu from time to time.

Because of his father's secret illness, Chang Sun Chong forced an ugly smile. "Congratulations Cheng Xima..."

"..." The smile on Cheng Chubi's face froze, Cheng Xima... this title felt wrong no matter what.

"It's better for you to call me Cheng Luoyang, which is more representative. It sounds awkward whether you want to wash the horse or not."

Cheng Chubi's powerful big hand firmly pressed on the shoulder of the elder Sun Chong.

Looking at this Cheng family who is not easy to mess with, even though he is the eldest son of the eldest grandson Wuji who is the number one hero in Lingyan Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty.

Changsun Chong also went smoothly, and nodded his head in a good manner. "Alright Cheng Luoyang."

Only then did Cheng Chubi feel a little relieved, yes, what the **** is washing a horse? I really don't know which name ghost came up with such an official title.

It is almost the same as that of Bi Mawen. Compared with the Chang'an Order and the Luoyang Order, they sound more compelling and stylish.

Although Cheng Chubi's wounded heart finally felt a little comforted, but the old man's rude behavior, not even discussing it, still made Cheng Sanlang feel the need to do something.

After all, fame is something that lasts a lifetime, and the Cheng family, who inherit poetry and books, has always kept their lives clean.

He pays attention to the name before and after his life. He doesn't like to add a lot of dark history when his great achievements are recorded in the history books in the future.

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Outside the palace gate, the Cheng family was waiting here anxiously. General Cheng was ordered by His Majesty to close the door and think about his mistakes, so he was not allowed to leave the mansion.

But Cheng Sanlang got promoted and made a fortune, and General Cheng, who likes to be lively and shows off, naturally wants to throw a big family banquet.

They could only send the housekeeper Uncle Fu and the leader of the military, Cheng Jie, who was a capable general in the mansion, or invite a group of military officials who had a deep friendship with the master to come back to the mansion after the court was over.

Finally, when it was time for Sanchao, he saw his third son was surrounded by a group of old martial ministers laughing and joking, rushing towards the gate of the palace.

"This kid has been promoted and made a fortune, but he has become shy. This is not as good as your father's."

"That's right, your father doesn't say that he can be promoted, even if he can receive a year's salary, he would like the whole world to know..."

"Hahaha, that makes sense. I said, Nephew Chu Bixian, why is your face so dark?"

Cheng Chubi, oh no, Cheng*Xianma*Luoyang* Xiao Taibao, at this moment, I can't wait to pick up the shoehorn and slam it at this group of laughing and shameless old bastards.

It's a pity, at most, I dare to think quietly in my heart, I really can't afford to offend these elders who are good at fisting...

Fang Jun and Li Ke both shrank back wretchedly, trying to avoid being noticed by these immoral and rough men.

A group of important ministers of Wu Xun of the Tang Dynasty readily accepted the invitation of the third son of Lu Guogong's mansion and the housekeeper who came on behalf of General Cheng.

All of them headed towards Lu Guogong's mansion, after all, the family banquet of Cheng's mansion might be like poison to civil servants.

But for this group of rough old men who go straight in and out of Duke Lu's mansion sideways, how happy and reckless it is to be able to gather together to drink, eat meat, brag and fart.

"Young master, don't eat it, let's not waste it?"

"Waste what?" Cheng Chubi gave Deng Xinxin a displeased look.

Shaking the jerky stick in his hand, which is hard enough to be used for robbing with a sap, he explained patiently.

"I'm going to make this thing into meat floss."

"Meat floss?" Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin looked at the jerky stick in bewilderment. The meat is so tight, how could it be loose?

Cheng Chubi ignored these two fellows, and beckoned to the servant who had packed up the stone roller to lead the donkey forward, and he stuffed the jerky stick into it.

"Come on, I'll stuff this thing into the mill and let the donkey walk slowly, little by little."

Then I heard a sound like a firewood breaking, and Cheng Chubi stood by and looked at it, waiting until it was run over.

Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin saw the dried meat that had been cracked and flattened.

Cheng Chubi took a tool and moved the jerky another position, letting the servant continue to lead the donkey and drive the roller.

After seven or eight circles, Cheng Chubi asked someone to bring a dustpan containing food, and swept the meat floss that had been crushed into crumbs into the dustpan.

Stretching out his hand, he pinched a small poke and put it in his mouth. Cheng Chubi narrowed his eyes and felt the taste carefully.

Hmm... It still tastes like dried bacon, and after being crushed, you don't need to chew it, just take a sip and wait for the saliva to moisten it before you can swallow it.

Cheng Hu also took two bites, smashed his mouth, and couldn't help pointing at the pile of sawdust.

"Third Young Master, could it be that this is dried meat floss?"

Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, squeezed some more and put it in his mouth, explaining while sipping.

"Well, but this process is wrong, it should be in a semi-dry state, just crush the meat and spread it apart.

In addition, our family's mill is too powerful, but it's okay, after all, it's going to be put in the army rations, so it's broken. "

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Since it is going to be done, let people look at it with admiration, and make His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty feel sad for today's act of teasing the younger generation.

Let the old man Li Ji cry and shout to offer him half a year's salary.

When I thought that I could copy multiple varieties of compressed dry food and use it as a brick to beat those elders who didn't speak martial arts ruthlessly.

Cheng Chubi was full of energy immediately, and then he began to order Cheng Bao, instructing the ten or so handymen in the old Cheng's kitchen to get busy.

The first step is to crush all kinds of materials ~lightnovelpub.net~ or crush them into fine particles. And it should not be too fine to avoid agglomeration and scaling during the production process.

When General Cheng finally led the boss and the second child back to the mansion, only one-third of the various ingredients rewarded by His Majesty had been moved.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help being a little confused, after listening to Uncle Guan Dingfu's explanation.

Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like steel needles and blossomed happily.

"Third boy, he must have offended His Majesty by making a fuss again.

But it's also good. This year we celebrate the New Year in the mansion, so we don't need to buy them. "

The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, nodded in agreement, and soon thought of another important matter, and reached into his pocket to take out the note.

"What the master said is very true, but the master, the third son gave the villain this note, saying that he wants to get some compressed military rations."

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