Yang Qun didn't understand these new words, and he was a little slow to think now.
Seeing that it was already midnight time, the old man who called himself Bantou Wang turned a corner and took Yang Qun and the others to an open space.
Here some colorful fabrics set up curtains in the open space.
The fabric looked very fancy. Yang Qun saw that no one was paying attention and touched it gently. The cloth made a rustling sound under the friction of his rough fingers, which made Yang Qun tremble all over and quickly retracted his hand.
He looked carefully again and saw that the cloth was not stranded by the thick calluses on his hands, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
I just didn't dare to stretch my hands, so under the leadership of the class leader, I went to wash my hands next to the running water drawn from a bamboo tube.
Then he followed the crowd into the shed.
As soon as they entered the shed, Yang Qun smelled a smell.
Before I even realized what it tasted like, my mouth began to secrete saliva instinctively, and my mind began to get confused.
Under the leadership of the class leader, Yang Qun took out the room number plate, followed the team forward, and received a full dinner plate.
Find a place to sit down.
Only then did Yang Qun come back to his senses from the scent and stared at the dinner plate in front of him in shock.
The large sunken iron plate is divided into three grids. The light of the iron plate can be used to identify people. If you get closer, you can see his face on it like a bronze mirror.
In one of the largest compartments, four chubby pancakes of various colors lay crowded side by side.
Yang Qun had never tasted it, but just by looking at it, he could already imagine how soft the pancakes were.
These are standard Erliang multigrain steamed buns.
It is said that steamed buns were invented by Zhuge Liang, but in fact, people during this period had already mastered the fermentation technology of pasta, and had already steamed cakes and made dough cakes.
But until the Western Jin Dynasty, steamed buns with cross flowers on top were still a show-off recipe and were not very popular.
At this time, it is a must-have skill for the cooks at Lone Bamboo Manor.
Some vegetables were also placed in the remaining two compartments of the iron plate.
A dish of braised tofu with soy sauce.
Tofu, like steamed buns, is the product of water-powered mills turning day and night.
A dish of seasonal vegetables tossed with thin salt, there is no set pattern for this dish, the cooks will mix whatever is brought to them.
The braised tofu in soy sauce is the same as the mixed vegetables, with some oil dripping on it, so it is considered to be dipped in oil.
Such low-vegetarian meals were served at the construction site. In future generations, Gongsun Yan would have had his face smeared with workers' plates.
However, with such meager and shabby food, Yang Qun looked at the plate in front of him and hesitated to take action.
He touched the brightly colored tall stool under his buttocks. The smooth paint surface made him feel that he was doing something wrong by sitting on it.
Are these things really for them?
Bantou Wang looked at them like quails and took the lead in picking up a steamed bun and breaking it open.
The steamed buns that have just come out of the pan immediately release a small burst of heat, revealing the even and fluffy inside.
He held the steamed bun, put a chopstick of soy tofu on the steamed bun, and took a big bite.
The sound of gulping and swallowing was immediately heard from the left and right.
"Eat quickly!" Wang Bantou said while chewing the steamed buns, "Don't think about it, it's all for you. Eat well and work hard."
Almost everyone who comes to Lulongsai for the first time reacts like this, and Bantou Wang is already used to it.
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. In the end, they didn't know who started the attack first. Everyone at the table lowered their heads and began to eat hard.
Chew and swallow.
The soy-flavored tofu, refreshing vegetable melon, and solid and sweet steamed buns roll and stir on the tip of the tongue.
My throat felt like it was oiled. I wanted to savor the taste, but I couldn't help but swallow it all in one gulp.
The porridge he received at the road station at noon had already been digested. At this time, the food entered his stomach. The heavy feeling of falling in made Yang Qun feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness in his heart.
When he regained his senses, Yang Qun was holding the last steamed bun in his hand. There was a huge tooth mark on the bun.
He immediately felt regretful and distressed, how could he only have this little left?
Such good things should be kept and taken back to share with the mother, wife and children.
Finally, with a mouthful of steamed buns in his mouth, Yang Qun stopped chewing and swallowed it, but carefully put it on the tip of his tongue and tasted it slowly.
He carefully put the remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand into his backpack.
Although there is only half of it left, it is still enough for the whole family to take a bite.
Bantou Wang glanced at him and said nothing.
Aren't they here just for their wives and children? Why should they despise a man who cares about his family?
"There's hot egg soup over there." Wang Bantou pointed to Yang Qun, "Go and get a bowl of soup yourself."
"Take a spoon and dig into the ground, and fish along the side. You can find good stuff."
Bantou Wang is also a family man. Yang Qun's behavior made him feel good about him, and he also taught him the secret of fishing for dry food in the soup.
"Hey, thank you Wang Tou." Yang Qun wiped his mouth and followed Wang's instructions to get a bowl of soup.
He didn't have much skill when he first came here, and he was too embarrassed to occupy his seat all the time. The soup in the bowl was still clear and watery, with only a small layer of oil floating on it.
But when he drank it into his mouth, the seaweed and egg drop soup was still full of deliciousness to him.
Seaweed and iodized salt are placed here, and the eggs are just for ceremonial decoration.
At present, Gongsun Yan's newly built chicken farm in Guzhu cannot supply sufficient eggs, and he has to wait until the chicken farm in Lulongcheng is completed.
Just like this, Yang Qun felt infinitely satisfied with a simple meal of carbohydrates, vegetables, and protein.
Even though he burped, he touched his stomach and still couldn't tell from the bottom of his heart that he was full.
"After you finish eating, go wash the dishes."
Team leader Wang stood up first with his dinner plate and walked towards the running pool on the right side of the greenhouse.
There is a large clay pot next to the cement pool, which contains the ash left over from cooking.
He took out a handful, cleaned the dinner plate, chopsticks and soup bowl, and returned them.
In fact, most people's dinner plates are as clean as if they were licked after eating.
But everyone still diligently wiped the corners of the dinner plates clean with plant ash.
Bantou Wang told them that if he could not clean his own bowl, such lazy and cunning people were not worthy of eating from Lu Longsai.
After dinner, Yang Qun and the others followed Bantou Wang to his residence.
The longhouses in the row are all cement bungalows, divided into small rooms for six people.
This is also the result of the hard work of the original frontier prisoners and exiles.
The furnishings in the house are simple. There is a row of straw mats spread on the rammed earth platform to isolate the moisture. The edges were frayed by the previous resident's sleep, and a large black sweat mark rolled out in the center.
A thin quilt was neatly folded at my feet, exuding a not-so-good smell.
A rattan pillow box was placed on the quilt, and before I even got close, I could smell the stench of sweat.
"People come and go here, and the accommodation is not fixed. Please take care of your important belongings."
