Chapter 124 Huo Qubing’s sad things

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Chapter 124 Huo Qubing’s sad things

"Hurry up, but it's still half a step late," As soon as the old thief Cui Jiu entered the door, he looked at the food on the table, and a smile appeared on his cold face, "However, there seems to be some leftover soup, so I'm not polite."

In this cold weather, the old thief was still wearing a shirt and wearing a pair of straw sandals barefoot. His face was pale and blue, which suddenly cooled down the air in the warm cabinet.

"Why, Young Master Yangchuan doesn't want to treat me to a few bites of food?"

Yang Chuan laughed and moved his butt to the side: "It turns out it's Uncle Cui Jiu. Come on, come on, please take a seat... Who, Tang Yifu, scoop a bowl of sour soup noodles for Uncle Cui Jiu;

Tsk, I said why are the magpies chattering all the time in the morning? It turns out that there is a noble person coming."

Cao Xiang also laughed and invited Cui Jiu to sit down, just like Yang Chuan, with a innocent face.

Huo Qubing, however, looked depressed and cursed angrily: "I just sneaked out for half a day, and my uncle asked you to catch me back? I can't live this life!"

Cui Jiu sat down expressionlessly, stared at Cao Xiang, and asked indifferently: "The Emperor is very happy that the 10,000 acres of land in Shanglinyuan was chosen as the emperor. He asked me to come and ask, have you ever chosen the 10,000 acres of land in Shanglinyuan?

If you don’t choose well, just draw a piece of the fiefdom of Yangchuan and the other side of the Wei River.”

Cao Xiang was overjoyed and wanted to thank him.

Unexpectedly, the old thief turned his mind and looked at Yang Chuan: "In Chang'an City, in recent times, there have been several extremely amazing foods, such as honey braised pork, peach crisps, osmanthus cake, and Sanlu small milk cake;

By the way, there is also a drink with a great taste.

The nobles in Chang'an City are eager to enjoy these delicacies and enjoy them. Even the emperor, empress and Princess Pingyang praised them after tasting them."

Just as Cui Jiu was speaking, Tang Yifu brought a bowl of sour soup noodles, a pair of chopsticks, a few cold dishes, and pickled vegetables.

Cui Jiu took the sour soup noodles directly from Tang Yi's father, sucked and ate a big bite, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to gradually melt, giving the old thief a little warmth.

Yang Chuan's face did not change, but his heart thrust.

The old thief's words clearly mean something...

"Yangchuan, these side dishes are good, sour, salty, crisp and refreshing. By the way, why don't you pickle a few sweet side dishes?"

Cui Jiu's old thief's teeth were so good. Several pickled vegetables were stuffed into his mouth and chewed them gently, making a crisp sound like a big animal chewing forage, which made Yang Chuan, Cao Xiang, and Huo Qubing, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva while listening to his teeth itch.

"The main thing is that the fine salt sent by Pingyang Hou is good."

Yang Chuan smiled, and took a bite of sour cabbage and chewed it slowly, continuing: "Of course, the radish, cabbage, kohlrabi and other things that I planted are also quite good.

If Uncle Cui Jiu likes it, go back and ask Tangyi’s father to put a few jars for you, which can be used as a meal.”

Cui Jiu turned his head and looked at Yang Chuan, saying with a smile: "Is that true?"

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Of course, if Uncle Cui Jiu doesn't like it, you don't have to pretend. That person, Tang Yifu, don't put pickles for Uncle Cui Jiu, people don't like it."

The fucked skin on Cui Jiu's face shook slightly, and finally couldn't bear it. He said coldly: "Fifty-five days ago, where are the sons of Yangchuan and Marquis of Pingyang? Are there any money for you and the food street in Chang'an City?"

Cao Xiang laughed a few times, and was about to speak, but Cui Jiu looked at him coldly: "Shut up!"

Cao Xiang shrank his neck and muttered, "Shut up, just shut up. I actually want to get involved in that food street..."

Yang Chuan put down his chopsticks, sighed, and said bitterly: "Uncle Cui Jiu, what do you mean? I and Cao Xiang, the Marquis of Pingyang, were intercepted and killed halfway, like a frightened bird, hiding in the Marquis of Pingyang for many days;

Oh, you don’t know, it feels so bad when you are hunched.

If you can't eat well or sleep well, Cao Xiang snores every night, picks his feet, talks in his sleep and tease good women. He is simply, well, he is simply not a human!"

The two of them sang and reconciled, and pushed the matter away in just a few words, but there was no flaw left behind.

Just kidding, once the old thief follows the clues and finds out, with the ability of the embroidered messenger, even an iron egg, it is probably a small hole for you...

Yang Chuan looked very angry, picked up half a bowl of sour noodles and started to suck and drink. He ate a bite of noodles and chewed a bite of pickled vegetables. His expression was sad and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was young wife.

Cui Jiu stared at Yang Chuan's face coldly for a long time.

Suddenly, the old thief spoke, but was talking to Huo Qubing: "Qubing, you sneaked out of the Yulin Military Camp. The emperor was very angry. He asked you to accompany these two people to open up land and farm, and don't bother him again in the future."

Huo Qubing didn't know what happened, and looked heartless, laughed: "Okay, I don't have to eat those sweet foods that can make people feel terrible. By the way, Uncle Cui Jiu, if my cousin and the others are pregnant, I'll ask you to send them all over the mother and daughter.

Alas, one person does things and one person does things.

Since they are my wife and daughter of Huo Qubing, a family will take care of themselves, well, I will take care of themselves in Yangchuan Village first, and wait until I earn military merits and get money, and I will buy some land and houses..."

Huo Qubing looked depressed, his voice getting lower and lower, and finally, it was silent.

Yang Chuan and Cao Xiang finally couldn't help laughing, let out a sneering laughter from "Kukuku" and were full of gloating.

The old thief Cui Jiu looked stunned and asked with concern: "Get sick, this, your cousin, how could they get pregnant?"

Huo Qubing sighed and cursed with great depression: "It's all my fault for Cao Xiang's sister Cao Ronger. She insisted on taking me to play with them. Isn't this a bad thing?"

Cui Jiu suddenly turned his head, stared at Huo Qubing, opened his mouth and breathed for several times. The thin skin on his neck was shaking slightly visible to the naked eye, and small stars were about to appear in both eyes.

Obviously, even the old thief himself did not expect that Huo Qubing, a fool, had just been suspended for a month and had such a big mess, which was simply a matter of nothing!

He looked at Yang Chuan, Cao Xiang and others, and scolded with anger: "You two still have the face to smile? Look, a good boy has just made you two go astray!"

Huo Qubing said depressedly: "This matter has nothing to do with them."

Cui Jiu's eyes were cold and he wanted to speak several times, but eventually turned into a sigh and said, "Huo Qubing, Huo Qubing, the emperor gave you to me for teaching, and he had great expectations for you. Just talk about you, a man, a real man, can't even control his own little things?

Just wait, see if the emperor doesn’t discount your legs!”

Huo Qubing inflated his neck and said, "Whatever he wants!"

The inexplicable murderous intent and power of the old thief finally disappeared, and even the fine wrinkles on his face seemed to have begun to become a little loose. This bowl of sour soup noodles was very light.

"Pingyang Hou, Yang Chuan, you two should go to the land and farm in a proper manner." Finally, Cui Jiu put down his empty bowl, stood up and walked out the door, "Princess Guantao was plotted against, and his life is not long. Don't be so bad."

Seeing the old thief Cui Jiu floating away, Yang Chuan and Cao Xiang looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Huo Qubing was still worried and hugged his head with both hands: "I can't live this life..."

A good sour soup noodles made Cui Jiuzhe feel boring immediately after mixing it up.

However, with the mood of Huo Qubing, Yang Chuan and Cao Xiang, the two men, gradually became happy, and they couldn't help but "comfort" them.

For example, Cao Xiang said, it’s okay, Huo Qubing, I think your brother-in-law is pretty good, from now on, we will be a family; for example, Yang Chuan reached out and patted Huo Qubing on the shoulder, and exclaimed: Good, brother!

Huo Qubing felt even more bored after hearing this.

He buried his head and ate a few large bowls of sour noodles, fell asleep, reached out to hug Sister Leopard's plump body and sighed: "Sister Leopard, brother, how can I see people in the future..."

...

In the winter in Guanzhong, the days seem calm and long.

After a few snowfalls, Yangchuan's village was covered with silver. From a distance, the tall attics were like more than a dozen monsters, lazily spewing smoke out.

Because of the existence of Sister Leopard and Golden Eagle, even wild animals such as deer, rabbit, snow chicken, etc. are very rare in this field, the woods, and they all escaped into Zhongnan Mountain not far away.

All the servants were concentrated in the underground ice warehouse and busy.

Everyone wore a sheepskin jacket tied with cuffs, put on a layer of soft and comfortable silk clothes on the outside, and wore a "mask" specially designed and made by Yangchuan, and treated the stored vegetables in different categories.

The outermost layer of cabbage cannot be used to pickle vegetables, but it is excellent poultry feed after chopping and stirring some bran, bean residue, bone meal, green salt, etc.

Therefore, all the vegetable gangs were naturally sent to Cao Xiang's breeding garden.

The remaining vegetable leaves can be made into pickles. After blanching and drying, they can be pressed into a large tank layer by layer, and then poured some noodle soup mixed with yeast, salt water and various seasonings into it, and pressed on it with a large stone.

The cabbage pickled in this way is sour and delicious, but it does not lose the crispness and sweetness of the cabbage leaves. It can be chopped and used as a cold dish, or it can be fried and heated with sesame oil.

Of course, based on the current eating habits of the Han Empire, cooking some delicacies such as stewed pork with pork with sauerkraut, sauerkraut, mushroom soup and other delicacies is also a good choice.

Yang Chuan’s favorite thing is still “sorgic meat”.

This kind of delicacy that was popular in the north in later generations, just by listening to the name, you can roughly guess the cooking method of this kind of delicacy that is popular in the future.

Cut the blanched pork belly into thin slices with fat and leanness, and then stir-fry the obvious meat aroma after it bursts out. Then, sprinkle in a little condiment, cooking wine, soy sauce, garlic sprouts, etc., then pour in sauerkraut and stir-fry until the meat is soft and rotten...

And this is how to make cabbage leaves.

What Yang Chuan values ​​most is the value of those cabbage hearts.

Because he knew very well that the way to pickle cabbage leaves would soon become popular among the people in Guanzhong, thereby greatly improving the dietary structure of the core areas of the Han Empire. There is no doubt about this;

The problem is that people don’t have much money in their pockets.

What should I do?

Yang Chuan stubbornly believes that if a person wants to make a lot of money, he must find a way to earn money from those rich people and let the money of the rich circulate. This is a normal way of thinking; especially the mother is thinking about emptying the already shriveled pockets of the people all day long, and she is stingy and has no humanity at all.

He is planning for the people wholeheartedly, and he wishes to emptie their three or four lives of life at once, so that the people who are already struggling to make a living are heavily in debt. Then it is not about making money, but about the special mother's blood and sweat extraction, and it is about the bare bone-knocking and marrow-sucking, right?

Therefore.

Yang Chuan decided.

Using these cabbage hearts in your hands to make a lot of money from the royal family, the powerful and the big dogs. This is the right way...

Some people say, "Cook, your book is not suitable for reading in the middle of the night, and it costs more instant noodles and ham sausages."

The chef thought about it and then changed it to post a chapter in the morning. In this way, everyone will not be greedy.
Chapter completed!