Mr. Hu’s kitchen is very spacious, comparable to the large living room.

There is a row of stoves in the middle, both large and small, all connected to chimneys, and two large cabinets on the side, containing various pots and pans. The corners of the wall are neatly arranged, and there should be pickled vegetables, cooking wine, sauces, etc. inside.

There were a lot of ham, strips of bacon, skewers of radish hanging on the corridor, which was very beautiful.

Overall, the layout is good and clean.

Du Yong was amazed that even the kitchen at his home was not as good as here.

Yang Jin was more straightforward: "Mr. Hu, you are a gourmet!"

Mr. Hu was very satisfied with this title and suddenly laughed: "Food is the most important thing for the people. The things here are not complete. People in the village often give it away, and they can't use it at parties. You can have a big meal when you come here."

Yang Jin and Du Yong were both honored: "Then we have a good time!"

Uncle Ze has already processed the ingredients. In addition to pheasants and mushrooms, there are pig heads, bacon, bamboo shoots, fat goose, fresh fish, ribs, vegetables, etc. In addition to various seasonings, the stove almost fills the table.

A large pot of rice has been steamed on the stove on the left, and the heat has been rinsed, and it is warmed with residual heat.

The stove in the middle is cooking pig's head, which is a steep-shaped one. There are a lot of spices inside, exuding a charming aroma.

The small piece of firewood has been used up, and Uncle Ze is chopping firewood.

Yang Jin took the initiative to come forward to help and picked up another axe in the corner of the wall.

Du Yong also wanted to help, but there was no third axe, so he returned to the courtyard, took out Weishan's axe from the carriage, and then returned to the kitchen to chop firewood with this extra-large axe, which looked very funny.

Uncle Ze laughed: "Boy Du, do you usually use this as a weapon?"

Du Yong felt very kind to the name Du Xiaozi and asked back: "Uncle Ze, can't you tell that this axe is a weapon used by Wei Shan?"

"Weishan?" Uncle Ze was stunned for a moment and looked carefully: "Then he should have changed one, he didn't use this one before."

Mr. Hu was obviously an expert. He only looked at it for a few seconds and commented: "The materials and forging techniques of this axe are both top-notch. They are tempered through thousands of times, and they should not be able to get off without two thousand taels."

"Two thousand taels?"

Uncle Ze was very surprised. He didn't doubt Mr. Hu's eyesight, but he thought the price was really high. In his impression, it was a rare good weapon to be able to get five hundred taels.

"Maybe it's not stopping." Mr. Hu laughed.

"What the old man said is very much."

Yang Jinshen nodded with consent and added: "When we besieged Weishan, he used this axe to chop the sword or sword we bought with a lot of money, or even cut it directly. I have never seen a brave climbing tower like Weishan. There were more than a dozen people at that time, but we still couldn't hold him back and finally took him away."

Uncle Ze sighed quite emotionally: "That kid is indeed a little capable!"

Mr. Hu said lightly: "Of course, I have the ability from the Vajra Sect."

"ah?"

Uncle Ze stopped chopping wood, his mouth wide open.

Du Yong then briefly explained.

After hearing this, Uncle Ze sighed: "I thought he was just a gangster in the world."

Mr. Hu sighed: "I saved the wrong person back then!"

Uncle Ze patted his chest and promised: "Uncle Hu, please rest assured. If you leave that kid from Weishan, you will definitely do it beautifully."

Mr. Hu waved his hand and said lightly: "I have my own concerns about this matter, you don't have to worry about it."

Uncle Ze was stunned and responded respectfully.

Mr. Hu looked at Du Yong, obviously changing the topic: "Boy Du, do you want to change your weapon with this big axe? I think your dagger is very good, and it has the style of a big knife."

Du Yong explained: "I don't want to change the weapon, but I just think the big axe is very majestic, and it's good to play occasionally."

Mr. Hu said, "Then you have to do an axe technique. The black market in Danci Lake is still open, you can go and have a look."

I have Weishan’s axe technique, so I don’t need to add Danci Lake black market to see.

Du Yong smiled in his heart and nodded, "Thank you, the old man, for reminding me, I will go and see it."

After chopping the firewood, Yang Jin was responsible for the fire, Uncle Ze was responsible for the cooking, and Du Yong and Mr. Hu dealt with the braised pig head.

After a lot of busyness, the dishes were finally served, and a large table was filled with them, right in the courtyard, very cool.

Uncle Ze brought several jars of rice wine.

Looking at the outrageous wine jar, Yang Jin said astonished: "Uncle Ze, do you want to kill us?"

Uncle Ze laughed: "You two young men, what are these cauldrons?"

Mr. Hu asked: "Boy Du, I heard that you have been suffering from internal injuries. Have you been better off?"

Du Yong quickly explained: "Before coming to Pingzhou, the internal injuries had been healed. Thank you for your concern."

Mr. Hu nodded: "That's good, I must have a good drink today."

From noon to half afternoon, I drank all the major jars of rice wine. After the momentum came up, Du Yong, Uncle Ze and Yang Jin were all dizzy.

Mr. Hu also drank a lot, but there was nothing wrong with it. He chewed the radish sticks with a smile, and watched the three of them talking nonsense.

When Yang Jin woke up, it was the next morning. After sitting up, he shuddered and his head was still a little dizzy. He could only think of what happened yesterday.

It seemed that Mr. Hu helped him back to his room, and Du Yong was also in the same room.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin quickly glanced around and saw a bed next to him. Du Yong was sleeping soundly. "Wake up, wake up, wake up, young master!"

Yang Jin quickly put on his boots, came to Du Yong, and patted his cheek gently.

Du Yong slowly opened his eyes with a world-weary face: "What are you doing early in the morning?"

Yang Jin pulled him up and shouted: "What a big deal happened, the Fire Wolf Gang members have been in."

Du Yong woke up suddenly, pulled out the dagger from his waist as soon as possible, and instantly raised his true energy to the peak state.

Yang Jin laughed: "I'm lying to you."

Du Yong suddenly fell down, took back the dagger, looked at Yang Jin with amusement and cry, lowered his head and put on his boots.

Yang Jin sighed: "We two young people have never been able to drink two old men. After drinking yesterday, Mr. Hu sent us back to his room. Fortunately, they are not bad people."

Du Yong grabbed his head and said, "Did Mr. Hu send us back? I only remember that I seemed to float in the air at that time, and then stepped on the clouds to watch the scenery, as if I had become the Great Sage."

"hehe!"

Yang Jin laughed loudly, then said curiously: "Who is the Great Sage?"

Du Yong casually explained: "The super master in unofficial history has a trick called somersault cloud."

Yang Jin's eyes lit up: "Sisters-Yun? This name is good, it should be a light technician, right?"

Du Yong nodded without much explanation. He stood up and opened the window. He found that it was still early. He thought for a while: "Brother Yang, let's go to worship Zhang Yi's family today, and then say goodbye as soon as possible and go to Chuanning County to cause trouble."

Of course Yang Jin agreed.

After leaving the room, Du Yong and Yang Jin walked around and finally found Mr. Hu in the courtyard.

Mr. Tiger was full of energy and had no hangover at all. He was feeding the horse, feeding cooked coarse grains and fresh forage, which the horse was eating with relish.

"Awaken?" Mr. Hu turned around, looked at Du Yong and Yang Jin, and ordered: "Go and wash, the old man has prepared the offerings, and we will go up the mountain after breakfast."

Du Yong and Yang Jin nodded at the same time and asked again: "Old man, where is Uncle Ze?"

Mr. Hu said lightly: "Don't worry about him, he has something to deal with."

Du Yong and Yang Jin did not ask much, and went down to wash.

After a simple breakfast, Mr. Hu took Du Yong and Yang up the mountain and brought a lot of sacrifices.

There is a cemetery in the back mountain, and people died in the village were buried here.

Zhang Yi's family was buried together.

"well!"

Du Yong and Yang Jin looked at the big tomb and were all moved, lit candles, burn paper, and toasted.

There were a lot of things to say, but Du Yong couldn't say a word, only endless anger and guilt were left.

If we don’t help Zhang Yi’s family seek justice, this guilt may accompany Du Yong throughout his life.

But what can we do if we seek justice? People cannot be resurrected when they die.

Uncle Hu saw Du Yong's entanglement and helplessness, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, and persuaded him in a steady tone: "Boy Du, you don't have to think too much, it's just a little trouble. If you can get justice, it's the best. If you can't do anything, you don't need to force it, so as not to take your own life. It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to heaven to succeed."

Du Yong nodded without saying much.

After the worship, he did not go down the mountain as soon as possible. Mr. Hu took Du Yong and Yang Jin to a flat land.

Yang Jin looked around and said curiously: "Old man, what are you taking us here for?"

Uncle Hu found a stone to sit down and ordered Yang Jin: "You can use the sword technique carefully!"

Du Yong guessed: "Old man, do you want to give advice to Brother Yang?"

Mr. Hu nodded: "Although Boy Yang's swordsmanship is very good, there are still many improvements. I didn't see it very clearly that night, so let's play it here again."

Yang Jin was overjoyed and bowed, "Thank you, Mr.!"

Du Yong was also happy for Yang Jin. Yang Jin's swordsmanship has been playing for nearly twenty years, and every move has been tempered for thousands of times. It is undoubtedly quite difficult to improve it. Anyway, Yang Jin has no choice.
To be continued...