Chapter 672 Daily life in winter
Woke up the next day feeling refreshed.
It was quiet in the courtyard. The door of Siniang's room opposite was closed tightly. It seemed that she was not awake yet.
Feng Yong first vomited and then practiced physical skills for a while.
When she saw Amei coming over with a washbasin and knocking on the door, Guan Ji opened the door lazily.
After breakfast, Feng Yong continued to go back to the house to compile the winter training plan.
During winter training, in addition to feeding the soldiers to maintain their strength, the most important thing is to pay attention to the cold and not let them catch the wind and cold.
After all, in this era, the wind and cold cannot be ignored.
So keep warm during training, and don’t take off your clothes outside to relax after training.
This is an issue that needs to be emphasized repeatedly, and even needs to be included in military orders.
At that time, Feng Yong was training in the ice and snow of the Northwest. His underwear was soaked through, and the instructor wouldn't let him take off his coat. He didn't catch a cold the whole winter.
It happened that at the beginning of spring, without the supervision of the instructor, Feng Yongtu cooled off after a training session, took off his warm clothes, and faced the wind for less than two minutes.
Then my throat started to feel itchy at night. When I woke up the next day, my head became heavy and I developed a low fever.
So this detail must be known not only to the backbone of officers, but also to all soldiers.
Any melon boy who dares to disobey will be whipped directly. If he is beaten to death, he will remember it, and at the same time, he can set an example for the entire army.
Anyway, where do the human rights come from in the military at this time? No one would say anything about abuse.
Feng Yong was trying hard to recall the issues that needed to be paid attention to in future winter training, when he heard a sound on the door of the house. He looked up and saw that it was Guan Ji who had walked in.
Guan Ji walked to Feng Yong and asked, "Is Alang busy with this training plan again?"
"Well, yes, training in winter is different from training in summer. My main purpose is to make the soldiers adapt to fighting in cold weather, so there are many issues that need to be considered carefully."
Feng Yong replied, and then looked at Guan Ji, "Xijun, do you have something to do with me?"
Guan Ji reminded, "It's almost noon, isn't Alang ready?"
"what to prepare?"
Feng Yong was a little confused and asked blankly.
As soon as Guan Ji heard this, she knew that this man must have forgotten what he had promised her last night.
At that moment, his face was a little annoyed, "Didn't I remind A Lang last night? Si Niang is going back to Hanzhong..."
“Oh, oh, I forgot!”
Feng Yong slapped his head.
Last night, I was in a hurry. Whatever my boss mentioned, I always agreed.
When I got up and put on my belt this morning, this matter was forgotten.
Men all have this kind of virtue, so it’s not surprising.
Feng Yong comforted himself.
Seeing Guan Ji's dissatisfied look, Feng Yong quickly comforted her and said, "This matter is easy to hear. I was just fascinated for a moment and didn't think about it. In fact, I have been prepared for it."
“Seriously?”
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong suspiciously.
“That’s natural.”
Feng Junhou said with confidence again.
What is the best thing to eat when the weather is cold?
Shabu-shabu of course.
Especially the mutton hot pot.
Just one word, cool!
However, before the Hanzhong Ranch was built, apart from chicken, Feng Yong could hardly come across pork.
And it is also very difficult to build an iron pot in this era.
The key is that the quality of the iron is not up to standard.
Of course, pottery products can be used, but Feng Yongyong is not worried because the quality of pottery products in this era is far less than that of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, let alone comparable to that of the Song Dynasty.
There were no masters who could produce pottery of acceptable quality, but which one could Feng Yong afford at that time?
So it is better to use copper.
But this copper...it was real currency. Feng Yong didn't have that much copper in his net worth at that time.
In addition, in the early stages of starting a business, it is not good to enjoy it too much, so I had to press the matter.
When I returned to Jincheng, I was preparing for the southern expedition. After returning from the southern expedition, I was imprisoned before I could take a breath. After I was released from prison, I had to prepare for the marriage. After the wedding, I didn't even finish the honeymoon, and I had to go to Yuexun to quell the chaos. .
After the chaos was quelled, it was immediately followed by leading troops to Hanzhong to prepare for the Northern Expedition.
I have been busy these past few years, and even though I have the conditions to eat hot pot, I can't seem to have a moment of leisure, and my thoughts have faded away, and I have even forgotten about it.
Until the victory of the Northern Expedition, the whole person finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Coupled with the fact that he has won the post of Colonel Protecting the Qiang, all the Qiang and Hu tribes in Longyou are under control. Which tribe has the largest number of Qiang and Hu tribes?
Of course they are cattle and sheep!
More importantly, the climate in Longyou is much colder than that in Shu.
So the thought of eating hot pot finally started to arise again.
The hot pot has been prepared a long time ago. I originally wanted to wait until it snowed before taking it out. Now, although the plan has changed, it doesn’t matter. The weather is starting to get cold anyway.
Just try it out in advance to see if this hot pot works.
If you find any problems, just ask Nanxiang to rebuild it.
“What is Alang looking for?”
Guan Ji couldn't help but ask as she watched Feng Yong rummaging around in the temporary warehouse and making a mess inside.
“Hot pot!” Feng Yong gestured at the shape of the hot pot. “When I asked someone to notify Li Mu to come from Nanxiang, I specially sent her the drawings.”
“Ask her to find someone to make me some hot pots out of copper. I remember they were placed in the warehouse, but why can’t I find them?”
Feng Yong looked left and right, and said a little strangely.
“Copper pot?”
Guan Ji was even more confused and couldn't understand what Feng Yong was talking about.
"It's a copper hot pot, uh, it means a pot made of red gold. But it's not the same as the pot in the restaurant, it's a bit like a stove."
These days, what is usually called gold is copper.
If it is gold, please specify it.
When Guan Ji heard this, she understood, "Wouldn't it be enough if Alang said it was a golden stove earlier? It took so long to work."
She said, walked to a corner, opened a box, and took out a hot pot, "Is this what Alang was talking about?"
"Yes, yes! That's it. Why did you put it in the box? No wonder I couldn't find it after looking for it for a long time."
Feng Yong took the hot pot from Guan Ji's hand and wiped it like a baby. The dark yellow color showed that it was a high-end product.
“Looking at the fine workmanship and being made of gold, I thought Alang was using it as a reward, so naturally I had to keep it carefully.”
As Guan Ji explained, she looked at Feng Yong with some surprise, "Listen to what Alang just said, is this a pot?"
“Of course it’s a pot, and it’s a good pot.”
Seeing Guan Ji's eyes widened in disbelief, Feng Yong found it very interesting and couldn't help but joked, "The Feng family can be considered a powerful family now, so making a few golden pots is nothing."
“Alang really plans to use it for cooking?”
Guan Ji asked with some hesitation.
"Of course." Feng Yong knocked on the hot pot in his arms, making a clanging sound, and said proudly, "Today I will let Mr. Xi know what Dingshi House is."
At the same time, two skinned sheep are also included.
“Go, call Siniang and Amei back, treat today as a holiday, no work.”
Once Mr. Feng puts on the apron, he will be like a different person, with a unique aura and the courage to command his subordinates arrogantly.
When Guan Ji saw him like this, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Promise, I will follow your wishes!"
"Wait a minute," Feng Yong thought for a moment, "call Li Mu too. Among us, she is the hardest worker, and it would not be good to just leave her alone."
“Okay, everything depends on the king.”
After a while, Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu, who had received the notice, returned to the yard and saw Guan Ji leaning at the door of the kitchen, looking at something unknown.
Zhang Xingyi felt curious, walked behind Guan Ji, and tried to poke her head in. At the same time, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
“You’re back?” Guan Ji touched Zhang Xingyi’s head and smiled, “I’m preparing a farewell banquet for you.”
"Banquet?" Zhang Xingyi was a little surprised. When he saw the back in the kitchen, he muttered, "Why does this person look familiar?"
"What you say is so heartless!" Feng Yong heard her muttering and turned around, "I'm kind enough to cook a banquet for you myself, but I didn't expect that even your brother-in-law wouldn't recognize him."
"Huh?" Zhang Xingyi's eyes widened when he saw that it was Feng Yong. It took him a long time to say, "Brother-in-law, how can you cook by yourself?"
“A few years ago you often went to Fengzhuang to beg for food. Who do you think taught Zhuangzi the cooking skills?”
Feng Yong didn’t care at all and kept talking while cutting beef suet.
"How can it be the same? Now you are a prince!"
Zhang Xingyi retorted subconsciously.
“Junhou is called Junhou by outsiders, are you a outsider?”
Feng Yong asked casually.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Zhang Xingyi's face turned slightly red and she didn't dare to look at Guan Ji, but she felt very sweet in her heart.
“Where’s Amei? Is Amei back?”
Feng Yong inside asked again.
Amei trotted over wearing an apron.
"Amei will help me, just wait for my instructions."
Feng Yong saw that everyone had arrived and gave an order.
Except for two maids who were doing rough work, there was no one else in the yard.
Today is all about doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing.
Zhang Xingyi has learned cooking skills in the past two years and wanted to go in to help. When Feng Yong said this, he had to stop thinking and held Guan Ji's arm, watching the two people inside busy.
As for Li Mu, she had long heard that Feng Junhou had a very picky taste. When she learned that he cooked the food himself, she was surprised and surprised at the same time.
She couldn't restrain her curiosity and wanted to go forward to watch, but Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi were blocking the door again, so she had to hide quietly behind them and peek through the gap.
“Boil these beef bones, wash these seasonings, and soak them in water.”
I could only hear Feng Yong giving instructions to Amei.
Seeing Amei come out with a basin with a bunch of unknown medicinal materials in it, Guan Ji couldn't help but smile, "Is Alang making a medicinal soup?"
“This is for seasoning.”
When Zhang Xingyi was in Nanxiang, he deliberately learned cooking skills from the master chef in the cafeteria. He had a certain understanding of Feng Yong's cooking skills, so he immediately explained.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt strange in her heart. Why is her sister also the mistress of Feng Mansion? How come she doesn't even know this?
Thinking of this, she immediately understood that her sister had no cooking skills before, and it seemed that she had never been in a kitchen after marrying into the Feng family.
As soon as she thought about this, she felt jealous: In this world, women are all making soup for their husbands. Who is like my sister who has the opposite situation, where her husband personally cooks for Xijun to eat?
This coward really dotes on my sister!
As a person in the game, Guan Ji has long been used to this kind of situation. She didn't realize what she had leaked, but how could she hide it from the other two women?
Even Li Mu, who was standing behind, glanced at Guan Ji involuntarily. Although he could only see her profile, her flowery smile did not hide the happiness of his master.
Li Mu, who has been focusing on his career in the past few years, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and the original thought came to his mind again: the tiger girl of the Guan family is really lucky.
The king of the monarchy personally cooks in person. In an outsider, it is obviously a weird and even shameful thing, but why do you feel a little envious of Mrs. Mrs. Jun?
Feng Junhou naturally did not have time to understand the thoughts of the people outside the door.
If you want hot pot to be fragrant, you must use butter.
First boil the cut beef suet to remove the blood, then drain it, then pour it into the pot. Pour in an appropriate amount of water at the same time. Boil the water over high heat, and then simmer over low heat.
Amei followed Feng Yong’s instructions and kept adjusting the heat in the stove.
After a while, the fat beef began to brown, and there was more and more yellowish butter in the pot.
When it feels like it’s almost done, pick up the browned beef. This can be used as stuffing for steamed buns, so don’t waste it.
Then add sliced ginger and garlic to boil out the flavor, then scoop up the dregs and it’s done.
Leave a little base oil, then drain the soaked seasoning as much as possible, pour it in again over the fire, and stir-fry it into hot pot base.
"By the way, Mr. Xi, you are good at martial arts. Go to the yard and chop some firewood into pieces the size of two fingers."
Although a kiln has been set up outside the city to prepare for burning charcoal, they have not yet left the kiln, so they have temporarily replaced it with firewood.
"Okay, today I'm just looking at you for something special. I even care about splitting firewood."
Guan Ji smiled brightly and seemed to be very happy to participate in the preparations for the banquet.
“Brother-in-law, what do you want me to do?”
Zhang Xingyi asked not to be outdone.
"You? Just cut the beef and mutton. Remember to cut the mutton thinly. The thinner the better."
Feng Yong replied.
In the end, Li Mu was left looking left and right, with an embarrassed look on her face, as if she was the only one with nothing to do.
“Mrs. Mu, please help me wash the dishes.”
"good."
Li Mu looked at Feng Yong, his eyes flashed, and he answered softly.
Two hot pots are placed on the table in the hall, one with clear soup and the other with red oil soup made from Sichuan peppercorns.
Guan Ji and Feng Yong sit in the north and face south, while Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu sit in the south and face north.
Amei was not qualified to sit at the table, so she stood behind Feng Yong to wait on him.
The women all had blank faces. Apparently they were used to sharing meals and didn't understand why several people had to sit together during meals.
Feng Yongyong ignored them and put a piece of mutton into the simmering clear soup. After a while, he took it out, dipped it in the sauce on the plate, and swallowed it in one bite.
"That's it. This red oil soup can drive away the cold. Eat more of it."
Feng Yong demonstrated and explained.
“This...how does this look so similar to Bei Dou?”
Li Mu came from a noble family and had more experience, so he couldn't help but ask cautiously.
“Try it and you’ll know if it looks like it.”
Feng Yong was shocked. Could it be that there was already hot pot at this time?
Then I thought about the cooking technology of this era. It would be nice to add oil and salt. How can it compare to the butter and base ingredients secretly passed down by the Feng family? Immediately he pretended to be disdainful and said.
Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi looked at each other, and finally Guan Ji asked hesitantly, "Alang, is this... just how you eat it?"
"Just eat it like this! Eat it the way we eat in the master's sect. Eat it quickly, Si Niang. It's a banquet specially made for you!"
Feng Yong saw that none of the three women dared to move their chopsticks, so he immediately urged them.
After listening to Feng Yong's words, Zhang Xingyi finally hesitantly learned to pick up a piece of mutton and put it in the hot pot.
(End of this chapter)