Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
As if the fairy's powder box had been overturned, heavy snow fell from the sky. A sudden breeze blew, and the snowflakes seemed to be dancing and drunk, gathering and scattering, light and fluttering.
The sky is getting brighter, and the sky and the earth are covered in white, covered in silver. Everywhere you see, whether it is mountains, trees, cities, or palaces, are covered with thick snow. It is like everyone is wrapped in a white coat.
The fat man is big but naive.
At the time of duty, the official road was busy with traffic. The wheels rolled on the snow, making a strange "creak" sound, mixed with the snoring of horses and the laughter of pedestrians when they slipped. Although it was noisy, it was pleasant.
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After taking a sip of the scalding hot wine and taking a breath of mist, Yuan Yan felt extremely comfortable.
"Beauty, wine, food...beauty!"
She traced her fingers across the steaming pot, turned a corner, and got into Mei Ji's arms.
After a few fiddles, Concubine Ji couldn't stop moaning, but she still didn't forget to compliment Yuan Yan: "General... what a poem..."
Yuan Yan smiled lewdly, leaned forward, and slipped his whole hand into Concubine Ji's robe.
As if feeling that his posture was wrong, Yuan Yan instinctively straightened his legs, but he forgot that there was a burning copper pot standing in the middle of the car.
Suddenly feeling hot on his feet, Yuan Yan let out an ouch and hurriedly turned over.
Fortunately, I didn't kick over the copper pot, otherwise half the leg would not have been cooked?
Concubine Ji was so offended that she felt very uncomfortable. Her face was pink and tender, with her peach blossom eyes open, she looked at Yuan Yan with resentment.
Seeing that Yuan Yan was just holding the copper pot, as if he was more precious than her, Ji Concubine reluctantly closed her collar and said resentfully: "I go back to the house to wait for the general. When the general goes off duty, I can accompany the general to 'recite poems'
..."
Return home?
When he thought of the graceful figure of the singer at the banquet in Yuan Chen's house last night, Yuan Yan couldn't help but feel angry.
"Yes, I must go back home early today, drink, recite poetry, and listen to music. Otherwise, wouldn't I live up to such a beautiful scenery?"
Yuan Yan replied excitedly, opened the curtains again, looked at the flying snow in the sky, and praised, "The floating life is only like the old man in front of the bottle, the snow-filled Luoyang Road...good music, good poetry, good talent..."
As soon as she heard this poem and the word "good song", Ji Concubine knew that Yuan Yan was talking about the singer who just brought him home last night, and she suddenly became jealous.
"General, you know that this poem was not written by Na Ji Ling, but by Li Ci, so how can it be said that it is talented?"
I don't care if she has talent or not, but does grandpa only care about her appearance?
Furthermore, I live in the same office as that little thief every day, how can I not know the source of this poem? Only a slut like Li Chengzhi would put his surname before "ci"?
Although he didn't win it himself...
Suddenly the carriage stopped and he heard the voices outside the carriage. Yuan Yan knew that he had arrived at the gate of Jinyong City. While putting on his boots, he ordered his concubine: "Stop making any noise. Add more charcoal to the bottom of the pot. Don't let the fire go."
Turn it off...go back home early..."
Ji Concubine gritted her teeth with hatred: You let me come here just to watch the pot add charcoal?
Do you still think you can enter the imperial city and see the world?
After packing up and putting on his cotton fur, Yuan Yan jumped out of the car, asked his attendants to carry the copper pot, carried the meat on his back, and entered Jinyong City humming a ditty.
There are more than thirty rooms in a government office, with flying snow above and mist curling below, as if you are in a fairyland.
That was where the officials and soldiers were burning charcoal pots, so the smoke was thick.
Glancing at the Zhongya, he saw that a quilt had been hung at the door to keep out the wind and keep warm. Yuan Yan suddenly beamed: Finally he no longer had to suffer from the smoke.
As soon as I opened the door curtain and entered the hall, I felt a wave of heat coming towards my face. There were charcoal basins placed in four or five places. The smoke had already been burned out, and the red fire was burning. The interior of the hall was as warm as spring. Yuan Yuan was only wearing a thin fur coat and was sitting on his knees behind a low couch, calculating an account book.
"I know that the middle man will forget to eat and sleep, so he will arrive earlier than the lower official!"
After flattering him without any trace, Yuan Yan directed the government officials to bring up a few cases, placed them beside Yuan Yuan, and then placed the copper pot on it.
Suddenly there was something like a tripod in front of him, and there was a faint fragrance. Yuan Yuan stopped writing and said in surprise: "What is it?"
"Hot pot, invented by Li Chengzhi!"
As if he was too hot, Yuan Yan took off his fur robe and looked around again, "The little thief hasn't arrived yet?"
"Arrived early... Brigade A was trapped by snow last night, and is now moving its soldiers with it!"
When Yuan Yan heard this, he was so happy that he deserved it: "You deserve it! I tried to persuade him to move earlier, but you refused to listen. Are you stupid?"
Yuan Yuan didn't answer, but looked at the copper pot carefully, and was very surprised: "What is here? It must be meat cooked in it, and it is so fragrant? But the wall of this cauldron is so thin, it is less than half of it."
One minute (approximately three millimeters), and so even? Where did you find it?"
With the technology of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it's not that it can't make such a thin copper sheet, but it can't be spread into such a big piece, and it can't make the circle where it should be round and the shuttle where it should be shuttled.
Yuan Yan couldn’t laugh or cry: You left the food in the pot without looking at it, but you studied the cooking pot?
"It should be hammered, right?"
Yuan Yan said perfunctorily and opened the lid of the pot.
"This is Li Chengzhi's new recipe, called 'hot pot'. I just saw it yesterday, and it is very delicious. I got up in the morning and asked the cook to cut it. It has been cooked all the way and is already cooked. Let me try it..." The pot is covered with meat slices, some fat and some lean, some sheep and some cattle. When the charcoal fire is raging, the soup keeps rolling, and waves of mist rise. The aroma of meat hits your face, and it fills the whole room in just a few breaths.
Yatang.
Several subordinate officials moved their index fingers, sniffling and swallowing saliva.
"I've cut enough meat and prepared enough oil. Let's try it all..."
Yuan Yan invited all the officials in the hall and gave instructions to the officials, "First serve it to the doctor, remembering to eat half the soup and half the meat..."
"Isn't this just cooking meat in a copper urn? Is it worth your effort to bring it here from home?"
Yuan Yuan said with a smile, "It's not as novel as this paper-thin copper pot..."
"Zhonglang will know it once he tastes it!"
Yuan Yan laughed, "Xia Guan thought the same thing yesterday, but my third brother told me that just this pot of soup is worth ten gold? And this copper pot, which weighs less than ten kilograms, was sold by Li Chengzhi for a hundred gold
Gold, so even if it is boiled meat, it is still worth it when you eat it..."
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As if they had heard a shocking news, everyone in the hall was stunned. It seemed that what was on the chopsticks was not meat, but real gold, and they did not dare to put it in their mouths.
A pot of soup is worth ten gold?
How much is the monthly salary for the two officials of the eighth rank in the hall?
It's only 800 yuan, which is equivalent to hardware. It takes two months to buy such a pot of soup?
And this copper pot, with the pot and stand weighing up to seven or eight pounds, more than ten times the weight?
Even Yuan Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "How much is the Persian gilt silver pot sold by Hu Shang worth?"
"Are you there?"
Yuan Yan struck with both hands and made a crisp sound, "That's what the little thief said. He said that he hired a Persian master to make it, so he sold it more expensively. But among the people in his house, I don't think so."
Do you recognize him? Not to mention the Persian giants, there is not even one with a longer beard..."
Hearing his exaggerated tone, Yuan Yuan smiled, put a piece of meat into his mouth, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really delicious... What's the allusion to this soup, and why is it worth ten gold?"
"It's not that it's worth it, but that Li Chengzhi sells it so expensively! That's why I often call him a thief... No, it's faster to make money than stealing openly and secretly..."
Yuan Yan cursed and rummaged through the bag containing the ingredients and took out a piece of stuff wrapped in gauze and tissue paper.
"This is what Li Chengzhi claimed to have used more than a hundred precious spices, added tiger bones, bear paws and other precious materials, and condensed it with beef, sheep, hog and other fats. It was boiled with water and cooked with meat.
It’s ready, it’s very convenient...
He and my third brother are conspiring to build a music hall in Nancheng to sell this hot pot and his liquor..."
An official exclaimed: "It's delicious, but just a pot of soup costs ten gold. How many people can afford it?"
"There are expensive ones, and naturally there are cheap ones. Wouldn't it be enough to use less spices and expensive ingredients? The cheapest oil, Li Chengzhi, only sells it for a few dozen yuan. The same goes for the pot, which is made of pig iron.
, the heavier ones are only sold for three or five gold a mouthful. If you are a commoner, you can also cook with a porcelain urn..."
Yuan Yan scratched his chin, looked at the copper pot and said, "He said that the copper pot worth a hundred gold and the spices worth ten gold are some kind of tax specially collected from rich people like me and Zhonglang...
He also said that don’t be too expensive: after a noble family, if you use a porcelain urn to cook in a noble family, you will die of poverty..."
"It's surprising that he has so many lies. How could he figure out so many ways to make money? When it's cold, he can't sell ice, so he sells tofu and refined salt. When it's cold, he sells this hot pot?
What does he need so much money for?"
"Zhonglang's words are wrong!"
Seeing Yuan Yuan speaking, his chopsticks flew up, obviously he was enjoying it. He also quickly picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and while picking up the meat, he replied, "Do you think you have too much money? Just like my third brother,
You are as rich as a country, so why don't you chase Li Chengzhi all day long and ask him for advice on how to make money?"
"King of the River?"
Yuan Yuan showed sarcasm and sneered coldly, "In Li Chengzhi's words, it's just money..."
It's true, Yuan Yan can't answer the conversation, he's typing haha...
He must have had breakfast before. After eating a few mouthfuls, Yuan Yuan put down his chopsticks and took two more mouthfuls of hot soup while blowing on the hot air.
"It is indeed a delicacy that can be said to be a delicacy. After eating it, the fragrance lingers in the teeth and cheeks, and the mouth is full of saliva. The soup has a hint of spicy flavor, but only half a cup makes me sweat all over. This food is best eaten when the weather is cold, and it is not expensive for ten gold coins.
...When he comes, I must ask him for some..."
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here.
Before Yuan Yuan could finish his words, he heard Li Chengzhi say outside the door: "Is the middle man here?"
When he heard Yuan Yuan shouting to come in, Li Chengzhi opened the cotton curtain, smelled the familiar aroma, looked at the boiling hot pot, and couldn't help but feel happy.