Wei and Jin cooks

After arranging the people in the mountains, Fu Chang struggled for a long time, but still suppressed the grief in his heart, and went to the Yellow River along the Fenshui River with Shen Ruhui with a calm expression, and then returned to Luoyang with his two sons and Shen Ruhui.

Two days later, he stood in front of the gate of Luoyang City. As soon as the car stopped, he saw Fu Xuan waiting at the city gate. He finally couldn't suppress the grief in his heart and burst into tears. He staggered towards the city. Fu Xuan ran over, threw himself into Fu Xuan's arms, and cried loudly: "Brother!"

Fu Xuan, who had always been as calm as water, couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He hugged his brother with slightly white hair on the temples and choked out: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."

Brothers Fu Yong and Fu Hong followed their father step by step, and couldn't help but look at Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang on the side.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded to them and looked at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan stepped forward and persuaded: "Father, my second uncle has been tired all the way. Let my second uncle and two younger brothers go home and rest first."

Fu Xuan then patted Fu Chang on the shoulder, wiped the tears on his face, looked at Fu Yong and Fu Hong, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Erlang and Sanlang have grown so big, how can they be given names?"

Fu Yong and Fu Hong immediately came forward to meet Fu Xuan.

Fu Chang then lowered his head to wipe away his tears, raised his red and swollen eyes and said, "Erlang has been given a name. Sanlang only has a body but not a mind, so he has not been given a name."

He also saw Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang standing aside. He wanted to salute, but felt it was inappropriate and couldn't help but look at Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan introduced: "Don't you recognize it? This is Changrong. His father named him Tinghan. This is Tinghan's daughter-in-law. Her family name is Hanzhang, and she is also the general of the Jin Dynasty."

Fu Chang nodded to Fu Tinghan, then bowed to Zhao Hanzhang, "Meet the general."

Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly returned the gift, "I don't dare to accept it as a gift from my uncle. My second uncle has been tired all the way. Let's go home and rest first."

Fu Chang shook his head and refused, "I want to visit my father first."

Fu Xuan had known that he would be like this, so he sighed and said: "Everything is ready, let's go up the mountain now."

Zhao Hanzhang turned around and waved to the guards. Some came with cars and others with horses.

When they were getting on the carriage, Zhao Hanzhang looked at Shen Ruhui, who had been standing to one side with his hands folded.

When Shen Ruhui saw her looking over, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "General."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and said: "Today is a holiday. You have worked hard all the way. Go back and rest first. Come see me tomorrow."

Shen Ruhui breathed a sigh of relief and could have a good sleep tonight. He bowed in agreement. As soon as Zhao Hanzhang left, he straightened up and happily greeted his long-time follower Shen Xian, "Come on, let's go home. "

He said to the subordinates who were following him: "You should also go home. I'm lucky today. I caught up with Xiu Mu. Let's have a good rest for two days."

The subordinates all happily agreed, and as soon as they entered the city, they carried their own baggage and headed to the same place.

Shen Ruhui took a quick look and smelled a vague sweet fragrance in the air. His eyes lit up and he headed in that direction, "There seems to be something delicious."

Shen Xian said: "It's a pastry shop."

Shen Ruhui sighed, "They will treat themselves well and buy pastries as soon as they enter the city. Let's go, too."

Shen Xian said: "Mr. Lang, they are not buying pastries for themselves, but for their wives and children at home. You have no wife or children, so there is no need to buy them."

Shen Ruhui: "...Can't I buy it for myself?"

He insisted on going, and Shen Xian had no choice but to follow.

Fu Yong and Fu Hong were riding on horses and couldn't help but secretly look at Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang.

Their eldest brother is more stern and better-looking than the one in the portrait. Zhao Hanzhang is gentler than the one in the painting, and his eyes are clearer. His smiling eyes seem to penetrate people's hearts when he looks at her. It seems that nothing they think can be hidden from her. s eyes.

Fu Tinghan thought they were hungry, so after thinking about it, he took off the purse from his waist and handed it over, "Here are the pastries. You guys put them on the bed first, and I'll cook porridge for you when we get up the mountain."

Fu Yong's face turned red, and he waved his hands quickly: "Brother, we are not hungry."

Fu Hong had already taken it quickly. When he heard what his brother said, he didn't open it for a moment, nor did he return it. His eyes moved intelligently.

Fu Tinghan couldn't help but smile when he saw it. He felt that if Erlang was still in Luoyang, they would definitely become good friends. "Eat, it's what I usually use to satisfy my hunger. It's not very sweet."

Fu Hong opened it. The purse was not small, but it only contained two snacks. He took it out. It was round and covered with a layer of light white...paper?

Fu Hong was so surprised that he let go of the reins for a moment and opened the package with his other hand. He saw that inside was a snack like a bun, but with a crispy skin.

He had only stayed in the mountains for more than three years, so why did he feel like he had been isolated from the world for thirty years?

When Fu Yong saw the snacks he brought out from his purse, he couldn't help but move his horse closer and help him put the reins on the horse's back with one hand, while taking another snack from his hand, "What is this layer? "

Fu Tinghan took one look and said: "Oil paper."

Once the war subsided and the people settled down, many new paper mills were opened in various places. Coupled with the increase in the production capacity of the old paper mills, the craftsmen had time to think about other papers.

Not only did they make a variety of toilet paper, but some people were inspired by oilcloth and brushed tung oil and other oils on different papers, thus making various kinds of oil paper.

Fu Tinghan received data from paper mills and finished products from various places, told them the uses of different oil papers, and encouraged them to explore more uses.

As a result, in less than half a year, oil-paper umbrellas appeared among the people, including coarse oil paper that could wrap food, and fine oil paper.

Nowadays, snacks are wrapped in fine oil paper, which is much more hygienic than wrapping snacks directly in purses.

Fu Hong took the snack and turned it around in his hand, then carefully took a bite. His eyes lit up, "Brother, what is the name of this snack?"

Fu Tinghan: "Mung bean cake."

Fu Hong finished the snack in two mouthfuls, but it was unexpectedly thick and he couldn't swallow it for a while. He could only say vaguely: "It's delicious. I've only eaten mung bean cake."

Fu Tinghan took off the water bag that was hanging immediately and handed it to him: "The cook added too much flour when making it, and it was dried. You have to eat it in small bites, be careful not to choke."

Fu Hong served the snack with water, while Fu Yong on the side looked at the oil paper again and again, gaining a better understanding of this new world, "I have never seen such paper in Liang County."

Fu Tinghan said: "It hasn't been passed on yet. The fine oil paper has only been out for two months, and the people have just started to use it."

Fu Yong carefully finished the mung bean cake. He did not throw away the oil paper, but carefully folded it and put it away. He looked up towards the mountain and asked, "Did grandfather see this too?"

Fu Tinghan lowered his eyes and said: "There was no time, but when he left, the world was stable and everything was prosperous."