Han Zhe, who wanted to talk, but the familiar sleepiness hit him again like a tide.


    Tang Hao''s voice gradually became blurred. Han zhe snored slightly and fell asleep again. Tang Hao was not unwilling to talk to Han Zhe, but was not ready for the time being.


    He seems to have inadvertently learned a big secret in history. Those outstanding people seem to have come out of the reclusive crowd. Huang Shigong, who presented the art of war to Zhang Liang, taught Zhuge pangtong''s Mr. Shuijing. These people are full of magic.


    Learning is destined to be time-effective. The Academy wants to spread knowledge to all people in the Tang Dynasty. It would rather be engraved in the mind of its disciples than on stones. They are just a group of selfish and despicable people.


    When the sun was west, Han zhe woke up. The medicine effect could not play a great role, but he was weak and struggling to get up. Unexpectedly, he found that the silk thread on his body had been untied.


    But his current state is not suitable for escape. A voice came from the deck. He opened the hatch and saw Tang Hao wearing an apron, his hands covered with flour and kneading a large piece of dough.


    Tang Hao turned to Han Zhe and said, "there are chairs there. You sit down first and sleep for seven or eight days. You must be very weak. I knead the noodles and began to make dumplings. I''ll eat more at that time."


    Han zhe was not surprised that Tang Hao would entertain him like this. He nodded, sat in a chair, pointed to his clothes and asked, "whose clothes are these?"


    "There are only two sets of my pajamas. If you don''t have pajamas, take mine first. Others estimate that you don''t wear them either."


    Han zhe was relieved. If it was someone else''s, he wouldn''t wear it. Since it was Tang Hao''s, there''s no problem. He lowered his head and sniffed his sleeves. He found that there was a very fresh smell on them. Han zhe found that Tang Hao did these things very easily.


    After kneading the dough, he carried a porcelain basin and stirred the meat ball inside with chopsticks. The action was familiar and beautiful.


    Is cooking and eating a very interesting thing? Han zhe coughed and said, "why do you like cooking? Isn''t that the talent of servants?"


    "You know, it''s a kind of fun. Just like some people like making wine and some people like making tea, I like cooking, but I don''t like what others do. In the past, I cooked all the meals for my master and me. At that time, although life was very hard, I was carefree. How can I work as hard and laborious as now."


    When Han zhe heard Tang Hao''s elder, he couldn''t help sitting up straight and showing his respect. After thinking for a while, he asked strangely, "you mean you don''t like the feeling of standing in the court?"


    "I''m not forced by you to call the wind and rain. If you didn''t make trouble, I''d better arrange everything here and go back to Yuhua mountain for a free day. It''s hot. Can''t I sleep under the big tree?" Tang Hao said while making dumplings and rolling skin and stuffing at one go.


    After a while, a large row of reeds were placed on the curtain. He threw the garlic to Han Zhe. Looking at Han Zhe''s clumsy appearance, Tang Hao sighed and said, "people live in the world. Clothes stretch out their hands and food open their mouths. It''s boring. People are the primates of all things. The world should be our own use of all the conditions at hand to make ourselves live better. This is the meaning of being a man."


    Han zhe finally peeled the garlic, put it in a small porcelain bowl, smelled his hand, and went to the nearby basin to wash it. Without using the cloth leaves there, he shook the water beads on his hands and came behind Tang Hao.


    Watching him make dumplings, he said with a sigh, "I can imagine how easy your life was in the past. It''s not like I was unstable since I was born. Let me tell you one thing, Han Nu is actually my brother, brother."


    "I can see it. When I asked them to converge, I found that although there are great differences in body size, you are still very similar between your eyebrows and eyes. You have been married in a small circle for thousands of years, and you have a very high probability of dementia."


    "Where did you bury them?" Han zhe was a little depressed.


    "At the foot of Dulong peak, the Taoist priest said it was a good auspicious soil, and I gave them wooden balls as burial objects." Tang Hao wrapped the last dumpling, patted the flour on his hand and said.


    "Thank you. Many Han slaves were finally sent to the crater and turned into ashes. They are lucky to have a decent tomb." Han Zhe''s face showed a rare trace of human warmth.


    Looking at Han Zhe''s bitter face, Tang Hao looked at the hatch again: "if you talk too much, you will lose. A crater is enough for me to lock several positions on Datang''s land. We are still enemies until now. If I know the nest, you will be finished."


    Han zhe laughed and said, "you know what? You''ll go sooner or later."


    "No, I don''t have to find you. You''ll play yourself to death. I''m usually not close to the volcano within 300 miles."


    When the third lady came out of the barn, Tang Hao began to pound garlic and prepare red oil and vinegar juice. He just waited for the water to boil and began to cook dumplings. After seeing the ceremony, the third lady and Han zhe came to help.