Song Wen was a little depressed. Kaifeng Mansion had even issued a summons to him. After all, he had not been cleared of his mismanagement as the proprietor of Wazi Street and burned people to death. He was not a fugitive... The sea arrest document had long been
Let it go. But just crawling into the officialdom in such a daze... Is it really okay?
Wang Laogui added to his jealousy: "Mr. Lang, forgive me for saying more. This Song Dynasty... you still have to have a reputation or an official position! Whatever you do is convenient... otherwise, you have to leave your one-third of an acre."
It’s so difficult to move even an inch!”
Song Wen thought for a while and nodded... "You are right, you have done an excellent job in this matter... Fifty taels of silver for a house, plus ten acres of land! It all belongs to you... However, in the future, with Taoshan
Dealing with county officials is your responsibility, remember?"
Old ghost Wang was so happy that he almost fainted. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed excitedly... "Old Wang will be sold to the husband in this life! Thank you so much for the reward..."
Song Wen stood up and helped Old Ghost Wang up, and while holding back his nausea, he said: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, you have to work hard again, I will prepare some gifts for you to deliver to the two officials in Taoshan County, please tell me that you two have done your best."
It’s been a hard year, so I won’t bother you during the New Year’s break. On the third day of the first lunar month, I, Song Wen, went to the county to pay homage to the two adults, and I agreed to everything.”
Wang Laogui patted his chest and promised that this matter would be handled satisfactorily by Mr. Lang.
On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, Chun Niang was still a little sick, and she also suffered from headaches. She had no choice but to wait for the opportunity to have that boy An Daoquan take care of her.
The wedding can only be postponed until after the New Year. In addition to the guy who walks unsteadily and Li Erlang, who is seriously injured, the rest of the people in Qingshan Village are alive and kicking, waiting for the New Year, Ku Shui Po and the battle with the homeless gangsters.
, many young people have seen blood, and now the Qingshan Camp has a vague murderous aura during training!
Song Wen was very satisfied, but Daruch was still dismissive... Even if he was led by veterans on the battlefield, he would still be vulnerable to a real Northern cavalry... Song Wen also understood that,
But take your time! Even if there are some changes in at least five or seven years, the Jin army will not go south early, right?
It’s Chinese New Year, and it’s already snowing on Hebei Road.
This poor place in Taoshan County belongs to Jingbei North Road, close to Hebei West Road, Hedong Road and Yongxing Military Road... It is a place where four roads intersect, but it is not far from the Yellow River. The raging river has blocked the footsteps of many business travelers. Again
In addition, the commerce and trade near Northern Xinjiang is indeed underdeveloped, and the entire Hebei Road is extremely rotten... so it has become a backwater.
No matter how poor he is, he still has to celebrate the New Year. Besides, Song Wen has really made a lot of money in Bianliang, Tokyo, in the past year, and he has planned and hoarded a lot of food and grass early. Therefore, everyone in Qingshan Village is beaming with joy.
The Chinese people are actually quite optimistic in their habits. The history of gunpowder is actually quite long. However, on the battlefield, it still remains at the level of setting off firecrackers to listen to the sound, then throwing them into the supply camp to set fire to them, and throwing them down to smoke people when defending the city...
…
Song Wen had inquired from Zhou Tong and Wang Jin that the imperial gunpowder manufacturer was indeed producing gunpowder weapons, but when he inquired carefully about those things, Song Wen was half-cold!
Flying Fire Crow! The name is quite bluffing, isn’t it? It turns out that thing is just a big flower that flies around randomly... What else is a swarm of bees? It’s just a bunch of flowers tied to slender arrows and sprayed out... It doesn’t matter how far it sprays.
I'm lucky if I don't spray it all over my face!
Song Wen was wearing a thick jacket and squatting on the millstone, with a felt hat on his head... Then he watched with dissatisfaction as Wang Laogui used the prepared gunpowder bag to cut flowers, preparing to play with them on New Year's Eve.
"It's a waste of my feelings... This crappy thing has no use except to make people laugh!"
An Chun squatted behind Song Wen and asked: "Brother, what else can gunpowder be used for? Even brother Lin Chong said this thing is not useful... It's okay to just listen to the sound and watch the flowers bloom."
Song Wen muttered: "If I can research this thing well, I can destroy the Liao people and the Xixia people... Huh, why didn't I graduate from science?"
"What is science?"
"It's daddy...it's useless even if you learn it. By the way, how is Li Erlang?"
"Now that I can walk around on crutches, I still hold back my energy and want to go to the back mountains to avenge my enemies... Xiaofuzi and I tried to persuade him several times before we stopped him."
Song Wen's teeth ached when he thought of the more than a hundred refugees imprisoned in the back mountain. The two dog officials from Taoshan County actually licked their faces and asked them to take care of these refugee gangsters first, and then escort them to the prison after the Chinese New Year.
Go to the county seat.
A large group of old and weak women and children plus more than 30 young adults...everyone of them can eat. In the cold winter months, I wanted them to do some work but I was afraid that they would run away. They crowded several large shacks.
More than a dozen people from Qingshan Camp had to be sent to take care of it.
But when he thought that these people would not end well when they arrived in Taoshan County, Song Wen felt a little bit unbearable... Qingzhuang estimated that the lightest one would have to be worth a hundred canes and then be sent to the army to do hard labor in a border military camp.
The old, weak, women and children... Well, it would be good if they could be sent back to their place of origin, but if they can survive in their place of origin, do they still have to leave their homes and come out to be homeless and beg for a living?
"Lang Jun, I heard that you are going to arrange the New Year's Eve dinner yourself? Is there anything delicious?"
Song Wen smiled: "Just wait and see, the safekeeping is something you have never seen before."
A loud roar came from the nearby hay shed... An Chun looked up and saw that Xiao Fuzi was killing pigs with a few logistics men and a few tenants.
The fat pig howled and was put down to the ground by several teenagers, and then tied to a big wooden pillar. The old tenant farmer who knew how to butcher pigs wiped the polished butcher knife on his sleeve and muttered...
...Pfft, the fat pig let out a muffled roar, and then started to bounce around desperately.
A young boy from a tenant farmer's family quickly carried a wooden basin, and pig blood spattered out and flowed into the wooden basin.
The blood seemed to awaken the memories of Song Wen and some Qingshan camp teenagers from the battlefield not long ago. Each of the teenagers screamed and staggered to the ground, and each of the homeless gangsters was chopped and stabbed with spears and sabers until they were bloody and bloody...
Song Wen whispered to An Chun: "In the future, I'm afraid there will be too many bloodsheds in this world. Just get used to it..."
Song Wen put on a big apron and led Xiao Fuzi, seven girls and five younger boys towards the big kitchen.
Several women and girls from the tenant households stopped Song Wen in a panic... "How can Lang Jun, a rich man, enter this dirty place? Just let us vulgar people cook, but we don't dare to work Lang Jun."
ah!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "This will be the rule of Qingshan Village from now on. As long as I have time, I will prepare everyone's New Year's Eve dinner! Are all the New Year's goods ready?"
"Okay, okay, eight fat pigs, five sheep, and more than forty fat chickens and geese are all washed and skinned... Sir, how many dishes do you want to cook tonight?"
"A total of more than 150 people are celebrating the New Year in the village, which is calculated as 16 tables! One pot of braised pork, one pot of cabbage cooked in bone soup, roasted tofu, steamed egg custard, roasted carp, and fried mutton with green onions. I will make smoked chicken
...The fat goose is steamed and dipped in chive sauce to eat."
Good guy...is this life over? All the women looked at Song Wen stupidly, they have never been so extravagant in their lives...I am afraid that the rich man's family in the next town has never eaten like this during the New Year!
Song Wen patted An Chun on the shoulder and said, "Bring out ten jars of Huo Shaochun. Just put one jar on each table, and put two jars of rice wine on the rest."
"As you command, brother!"
The fat chicken was cooked and dried with soy sauce, brown sugar and condiments. Song Wen brushed a layer of honey on the chicken... Then a large iron pot was placed on the fire, and the sugar smoked seasoning appeared for the first time in the Song Dynasty.
Ready.
After adjusting the firepower, Song Wen mixed the brown sugar with pine wood chips and sprinkled it on the bottom of the pot. When he saw the white smoke coming out, he immediately set up a bamboo curtain and quickly placed the cooked chicken on the curtain... and then put it on the curtain.
The huge wooden pot lid tightly covered it.
"Turn off the heat and don't overcook the chicken, otherwise the chicken will taste bitter..."
Smoked cooked food is an old taste from Song Wen’s hometown in his previous life. It was also the first time Song Wen tried to make it in Song Dynasty.
Soon, a strange strong aroma mixed with the aroma of chicken wafted out, covering almost half of the drying field in the front yard. Everyone sniffed...asking what kind of delicious food this was?
Li Yan helped Chun Niang out to bask in the sun, and sitting next to her was Li Erlang, who was holding a cane...
Chun Niang wrinkled her nose... and said softly: "Brother Wen still has a lot of skills hidden... Back in Zixuan Tower, he made his mark by making random dishes, and he was also a glutton.
Where’s the guy!”
Li Yan said with a playful smile: "Don't talk about this guy, Chun Niang... After the New Year, it's time for us to get married... Hehehehe..."
Chun Niang curled her lips and smiled... "If you don't dislike it, I will stay with you forever..."
Li Erlang next to him blushed... These two guys didn't go behind anyone's back when they said these shameful words! This chapter has been completed!