Datang broom star

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Two eggs make a big bucket of egg soup, and the content of the eggs can be imagined.

Bland and tasteless.

"Delicious?" someone asked.

The student shook his head, "It's unbearable!"

Everyone couldn't help but fell silent.

"Let's go out to eat later." Someone muttered.

Everyone is not short of money, and it is not bad to find a place to drink later.

"Look, Jia joins the army."

Jia Pingan walked over, "Give someone a copy."

With a bite of multigrain cake, Jia Pingan felt nostalgic.

In his previous life, because his parents were busy with work, he stayed in the countryside for a few years before going to school.

Multigrain cakes were considered delicious at that time, and egg soup and eggs were strategic supplies at home. Unless someone was sick, they could only wait for the market to exchange for money

He ate it bite by bite, and felt that the multigrain cake was even more delicious than the one at that time.

And when he first arrived in Datang, the meals he ate with his cousins ​​were really not human food.But Yang Deli ate with relish.

"Delicious." He said seriously.

The students stepped forward silently.

One serving per person, after taking it, squat down on the ground to eat.

A craftsman finished his meal, looked at the big wooden barrel with unsatisfied interest, and said, "It would be great if there is such a meal at every meal."

How could he expect such a meal?

The students were even more silent.

In the afternoon, the Nursing Home could already see its prototype.

Students return home blistered or exhausted.

Meng Zhao's father, Meng Mi, is a fifth-rank official, and his mother, Wang's family background is also extraordinary. He grew up in a honey pot since he was a child, and he has never suffered much.

"Dalang, why are you in such a mess?"

His mother, Wang Shi, saw that he was disheveled, and hurriedly asked someone to wait for him to take a bath. Later, she found blisters on the palm of her hand, and Wang Shi was even more heartbroken.

When Meng Mi came home, he was a little surprised to see such a son, "Didn't you go to the nursing home today, why?"

Meng Zhao said: "Today, the boy is working in the nursing home."

Wang's heart ached, but Meng Mi glared at her, and then ordered: "Eat."

A family of three eats.

Mutton is a must, plus some dishes, and the staple food is pancakes.

In the past, Meng Zhao would have a lot of food left over, but today he is full, but he is still eating.

"Husband." Wang felt that her son was a little weird.

Meng Mi shook his head.

After eating, Meng Zhao said: "Aye, don't make so many meals for your child in the future."

Wang said with a smile, "My son, I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat!"

Parents are always like this, worrying that their children will not have enough to eat, so they would rather have more than less.

Meng Zhao couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he thought of the salivation of those craftsmen facing the multigrain cakes today.

"Aniang, there are still many people in this world who don't have enough to eat, we shouldn't waste so much."

He thought of Jia Pingan's nostalgic appearance when he ate the miscellaneous grain cake, and he strengthened his belief, "It is already very good that Hai'er can have mutton for every meal now. Also, if Hai'er becomes an official in the future, the people under his rule will eat it every day." How can such an official, who eats miscellaneous grain cakes and bland vegetables every day, eat mutton and even has a lot left over, know the sufferings of the people?"

There was joy in Meng Mi's eyes.

His child!

How did this suddenly become mature?

But Mrs. Wang was dissatisfied and said: "This is a meal made by my own money. What does it have to do with others?"

Meng Zhao was stunned, and looked at his mother with different meanings, "Mother, this is the food that the farmers have worked so hard to grow. You can eat it when you eat it, but it shouldn't be wasted."

Wang still couldn't understand his son's thoughts.

Meng Zhao got up and said, "Aniang, today my child ate multigrain cakes and drank clear water soup, no vegetables"

"My son!" Wang's heart ached, "You have suffered."

"My child is not bitter." Meng Zhao said seriously: "Those craftsmen eat such meals and say that if they eat like this, they will be satisfied. Only now does my child realize that he is still not satisfied with his fine clothes and food, what a shame it is absurd!"

Meng Mi was overjoyed, and couldn't help smiling, "Well said."

Wang rolled his eyes at him, and seeing his son talking eloquently, which was completely different from before, gradually felt more joy in his heart.

"An official should have Tang in his heart." Meng Zhao said solemnly: "There is no Tang in his heart, only himself, such an official, my child would disdain to be one of them!"

He surrendered.

Meng Mi took a hard breath, only to feel joy leaping out of his chest.

This son was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he has never suffered much.According to Meng Mi's plan, his son studied in the Imperial College, and if he could pass the imperial examination, he would pass it, and if he couldn't, he could get an official.

How can such a pampered son become an official?

This is Meng Mi's long-standing concern.

But today, his son suddenly realized, how could this make him unhappy?

"Dalang, who said this truth?"

He couldn't help asking.

Meng Zhao who walked to the door turned around, "It's Jia Canjun from Baiqi."