Zhang Feng was depressed.
He was extremely depressed.
Staring at the big pile of tiger meat on the salted water pot, he felt a headache coming on.
He wanted to give it away, but no one dared to take it!
Although the meat was good, obviously, as a slave, no one deserved to eat it!
Just one sentence.
No one deserved it!
That gave Zhang Feng a headache.
This group of idiots, they were really the bullies of Chang 'an City! They had already thought of this point.
If it weren't for the fact that he had sworn to give the tiger's innards and penis to the old Xiucai, Zhuzi Monkey, and Old He, the army of flies would have made Zhang Feng have the urge to move out of his house.
He had said that when he left, each of them would take a piece. Well, they all ran away!
Zhang Feng fiddled with the four tiger claws and went to the medicine store to buy some herbs to make a big jar of tiger bone wine. But what should he do with the rest of the meat?
The meat was very astringent and dry. If he made it into jerky, it would be like chewing tree roots.
But if he didn't deal with it, he couldn't just let the meat rot, right?
Zhang Feng had a headache.
He lowered his head and put the firewood under the pot, letting the boiling salt water in the pot smoke the tiger meat.
And at that moment.
A few small heads carefully poked in through the curtain of the backyard.
It was Gouzi and the others. They were looking at the meat on the pot and swallowing their saliva.
"Gouzi! What, what are you doing? "
At that moment, the old scholar's angry voice sounded behind them.
They were so scared that they wanted to run away. At that moment, Zhang Feng also heard the voice. He hurriedly turned his head and his eyes lit up.
"Gouzi! Come here, do you want to eat tiger meat? "
Just one sentence.
Gouzi and the others were rooted to the ground.
The old scholar glared at Zhang Feng, exasperated at his failure to live up to his expectations.
"You! It seems that you really want to spoil them! "
Zhang Feng chuckled.
"Isn't it because the meat will spoil if they don't eat it?"
"Come, come, come. Old Elementary Scholar, you came just in time! I just made a big pot of tiger bone soup and was thinking of sending it over to you! Since you're here, let's have a drink or two! "
"You!"
The old Elementary Scholar sighed and waved his hand. He fished out a bag of snacks from within his robes. He had originally intended to give it to Zhang Feng as thanks for his tiger penis, but now he had given it to these children.
Seeing the children timidly snatch the packets of snacks from the old scholar's hands and play around in the small courtyard, the old scholar's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of kindness as he looked at the children.
He had no children.
He didn't even have any relatives.
He had lived his entire life in fear, not daring to do anything. The only reason he dared to walk out of the house he had left and onto the streets was because of his courage.
On one hand, it was because he was poor and needed to eat.
More importantly, he wanted to see this group of children. These children represented vitality! He always felt that a person's house was no different from a grave!
"Old Xiucai, what's wrong? Did he miss her? Sometimes I think that since you're so talented and knowledgeable, why don't you teach these children how to read? If that's the case, you … "
"If that's the case, don't say it again!"
Before Zhang Feng could finish, the old scholar had already interrupted him.
"Are you trying to send this old man and this group of children to their deaths?"
"If I really did that, the Imperial College would be the first to come after me! Do you think that knowledge is something that anyone can do? Can anyone teach others? "
Zhang Feng pursed his lips.
"Then tell me, among these people, some of them can read a little. Didn't they become apprentices in the neighborhood? Don't tell me you want your stomach full of knowledge to be buried just like that? "
The old scholar shook his head bitterly.
"Fengzi, pour me a bowl of wine!"
Zhang Feng knew the old scholar's current situation. He got up and scooped out a big bowl of bone soup from the pot. He ordered the lackey and the others to wash their hands and then filled the bowl himself. Then, he cut a big piece of cooked tiger meat from the steaming pot, seasoned it, and put it on the small table. After that, he took a jar of 35% low-alcohol wine and poured a bowl for Old Xiucai.
The meat was very fresh and salty. The old scholar ate a piece, curled his lips, and drank the wine.
"Fengzi, you know my identity. Do you think that with my identity, the Emperor and the laws of the Tang Dynasty will allow me to teach and take in disciples?"
"What's the difference between this and rebellion?"
"Well …"
Zhang Feng fell silent.
He had been thinking about finding an opportunity to tell Old Xiucai to open a private school. On the one hand, it could let the lackey and the children of the slaves gain more knowledge. On the other hand, it could also let Old Xiucai not be so lonely.
It was a kind of suffering where one had a lot of skills but no place to show them.
He understood.
To put it bluntly, he and the old scholar were the same kind of people.
However, he still forgot the laws of this era.
Zhang Feng sighed deeply.
"Just you wait, Old Scholar. One day, I will let you stand in front of the private school with your head held high, and let these kids call you teacher with respect!"
"How can you leave me out of this matter?"
"Yes! Brother Zhang Feng! And us! "
"How about we teach these children too?"
"…"
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