Chapter 534 Old Jia’s seeds are good
"I got wheat flour."
Master Jia entered the kitchen again after a long time.
Cao Er was so excited, "Your Majesty, just give orders, and I'll do it."
Grandmaster entered the kitchen, at least it must be a big dish, right?
"Fire!"
The fire was lit, and at this moment Datang's rare iron pot was heated immediately.
"Don't be too big!"
Put the flour in and stir-fry. Turn it over quickly, otherwise it will become mushy.
"Um!"
Cao Er couldn't help being a little confused when he saw it, "It's so delicious? It smells pretty good."
Jia Ping'an also found it very fragrant.
Fried noodles do not require cumbersome procedures, and the time is short.
"Husband!"
Soho came, sniffing the scent, couldn't help but be moved, "What's delicious?"
"Fried noodles."
Jia Ping'an put salt in it, stir-fried it again, and it was all done.
He grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth, and suddenly...
"Cough cough cough..."
People who ate fried noodles for the first time felt that a pile of fine sand had entered their mouths, and their throats and eyes were uncomfortable, and they immediately sprayed them out.
Cao Er stood in front of him, sprayed all over his head and face.
"water!"
It must be something bad to eat, I... flash!
Soho left quietly.
Jia Pingan took a sip of water, "I don't believe it anymore, isn't it really delicious?"
He made a little more, and slowly wetted it with his saliva.
Taste... It's weird, not delicious, but it can't be said to be **** either.
Many years later, in that icy and snowy land, those warriors ate such fried noodles and fought against enemies armed to the teeth.
Then he tried the method of adding water, and the method of cooking it into a paste, adding dried meat and pickles...
"How about Bimaifan?"
My **** is a genius!
Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing.
Cao Er tasted it, "Compared with wheat rice, this is delicious."
"Fry a pot!"
Jia Ping'an felt that it was not difficult to make dry food really.
Then he asked someone to get a cloth bag, filled a bag of fried noodles, and carried it around a few times.
"Sure!"
He called Du Helai, "Go to Mr. Xu's house and tell him that the memorial will be published tomorrow, no, I will go to court to ask His Majesty to bring up the matter of grinding around Chang'an again, be more passionate, and be brave and not afraid of death." ..."
During dinner, Su Ho insisted on having a bowl of fried noodles, but Jia Pingan threatened, "Get angry!"
"I don't make bubbles!" Su Ho raised his head, with the invincible confidence of a young and beautiful girl.
"Then try it."
A bowl of fried noodles, mixed with soup to make a paste, Su Ho's eyes rolled after two mouthfuls, "Husband, double cultivation!"
"I don't care." Jia Pingan said with a straight face.
Wei Wushuang stared, "Waste food, thunder strikes!"
Su Ho had a bitter face, "It's really not tasty."
In the end, Jia Pingan ate this bowl of fried noodles, and the dishes were also good.
"Husband, why do you do this?"
In the past, when Jia Pingan entered the kitchen, what he produced must be delicious food.
"Most of the original military rations in the army were wheat rice. I was thinking, how about using this?"
Wei Wushuang took a bite and frowned slightly, "The taste...isn't great, but it's better than Maifan."
Su Ho's eyes lit up, "My husband, is this benefiting the soldiers in the army?"
"Roughly the same."
There is still dry rice in the military, but that tastes just the same.
On the second day, Jia Pingan set off with a bag of fried noodles on his back.
"Marquis Wuyang is going on a long trip?"
Meet an acquaintance on the road, seeing his appearance, I thought he was going out.
He went straight to the left guard, and Cheng Zhijie's roar came.
"Drilling must be ruthless, but if you don't ruthless now, you will have to use your life to fill in the battlefield!"
"Who dares to be lazy, heavy responsibility!"
"Take command!"
A group of generals suddenly agreed, and then filed out.
Wouldn't it be bad to be murderous early in the morning?
Jia Ping'an felt very comfortable.
There is nothing more satisfying than seeing your army look awesome.
The generals nodded slightly when they saw him.
Jia Pingan hurriedly handed over.
"Xiao Jia."
Cheng Zhijie came out and saw that he was carrying a long bundle, so he asked: "This is exiled, come to say goodbye to the old man?"
Although the old hooligan is not very good at talking, he is very capable of running people.
"Duke Lu, I also invite all the old men to come here."
"Why?" Cheng Zhijie looked at him, "What did you find?"
The veterans are busy with their affairs, so no one has the nerve to recruit them if it’s nothing serious.
Jia Ping'an untied the cloth bag with a bang.
Cheng Zhijie sniffed, "What's the smell? Why does it seem a bit mushy?"
Jia Pingan opened one end, "Duke Lu, try it."
"What? It doesn't look good!" Cheng Zhijie grabbed a lot and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Jia Pingan was scared to pee, "Lu Guogong, there are too many."
This will definitely make Lao Cheng sobbing. If he can't get back his breath, Jia Pingan can only apologize with death.
Every old coach is Datang's pinnacle of Dinghai. With them, Datang can be calm and confident in the situation surrounded by enemies. One death is like an earthquake.
"So evil?" Cheng Zhijie put some back, then stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.
"Um!"
He raised his head suddenly, "What is this?"
"Chow mein!"
"How long can it be stored?"
"A long time... a long time."
As long as it doesn't get wet, this thing can be stored for a long time.
Cheng Zhijie swallowed the fried noodles, grabbed another handful and ate slowly.
Old Cheng suddenly got up.
Those eyes turned into camel bells, no, it’s a wind chime, and it’s not right...
Jia Ping'an has never seen Cheng Zhijie like this before, and he is a bit ignorant.
Snapped!
Cheng Zhijie slapped Jia Ping'an's shoulder and shouted, "Come on!"
"Invited Liang Jianfang and the others to come, and said, if you don't come, don't come in this life!"
I'm going back to my place.
Jia Pingan's half of his body was numb from the slap, and he sat there twitching.
Later, the bosses came one by one.
"What's the matter?" Liang Jianfang looked a little annoyed, "Someone committed a crime over there, and I'm still waiting for the old man to deal with it. Don't be naughty, old Cheng, talk about it quickly."
"When the old man received the news, he thought you were going, Mr. Lu, so he was anxious to see you off for the last time."
A group of old ghosts teased Cheng Zhijie unscrupulously.
"Quiet!"
Cheng Zhijie kept a straight face.
But a group of old ghosts were talking on their own.
"The old man encountered something today..."
"Don't tell me, the weather is really nice today, it's good to go fishing."
Do you want to lose face, old man? Cheng Zhijie's face turned livid, and he punched hard...
Boom!
The case almost collapsed.
All right, everything is quiet.
Liang Jianfang frowned, "Is it a big deal?"
"Big event!" Cheng Zhijie pointed to the cloth bag, "There are some foods here, try them all."
"What's delicious? Even if you want to taste it, you have to have it at noon."
"The old man tried a poison."
Liang Jianfang grabbed a handful and started eating.
Everyone stared at him.
Liang Jianfang chewed.
Boom!
He heard some voices, right in his mouth.
Then the pain came.
Damn it!
This old man is going crazy!
"Cheng Zhijie!"
Poof!
After spitting out a mouthful of fried noodles, Liang Jianfang put his hand into his mouth and flicked it, a tooth came out.
Is there gravel in the fried noodles?
Old Liang's teeth are okay, but at this age, missing a tooth is almost a collapse of missing a piece of blood.
It must be Cao Er's fault that the flour was not finely sifted.
Jia Pingan hurriedly rubbed against the door, preparing to run away.
Cheng Zhijie didn't even look at it, "How does the taste compare to barley rice?"
A group of old ghosts have spent most of their lives with swords and guns, not to mention losing teeth, even if they lose an arm, it's not a problem!
Just live!
Liang Jianfang nodded, "Compared to wheat rice...the sky is the earth."
Everyone swarmed up and began to share the food.
"nice one!"
"Is this thing possible to save?"
Cheng Zhi nodded, "It's been a long time."
"It's...wheat flour, right?"
"Added salt."
"It's not bad to swallow with blood and water?" Liang Jianfang took another bite, his eyes lit up, "It's in a cloth bag, and when you want to eat it, you can add water, if you can make a fire, you can boil it into a mush, and you can add whatever you want. What, it’s more convenient than barley rice, and it’s even more delicious, even if it’s cold, it’s great!”
He cupped his hands and said: "The old man has never been convinced of you, but today he is sincerely convinced, what a Lu Guogong!"
Cheng Zhijie laughed and said, "But I didn't make it out of it."
Cheng Zhijie pointed to the door.
Everyone turned their heads.
Jia Ping'an is trying to run away.
How does it feel to be stared at by a group of handsome men?
He would rather be stared at by a group of women.
"good!"
Liang Jianfang laughed, "Sure enough, it's Xiao Jia with a quick mind. As soon as this fried noodles comes out, the old man dares to say that it will be easier to go to war in the future."
"The government soldiers bring their own dry food."
This is a new question.
"Chow mein can be troublesome?"
Jia Pingan shook his head, "It's simple, even the poorest cooks can do it."
"That's easy."
Cheng Zhijie said with a smile: "I thought that I would be scolded, and I would be ashamed of my age, but I didn't expect Xiao Jia to make fried noodles..."
Liang Jianfang suddenly asked: "How can I grind the noodles?"
yes!
Grinding noodles is a troublesome thing.
You can't let those sergeants grind dough at home, can you? What if there is no stone mill?
If others eat fried noodles and he eats barley rice, morale will suffer.
Jia Ping'an had thought about this for a long time, but he couldn't say it.
"There are many millstones around Chang'an. I remember that Xu Jingzong cleaned it up last time."
The atmosphere gradually became wrong.
Cheng Zhijie scratched his head, "This matter... are those grindstones still there?"
"Yes, there are more than before." It was a hornet's nest, and Jia Ping'an felt that his arms and legs would be buried if he was not careful. And these veterans are different, if those powerful and powerful people fight with them, the victory or defeat is unpredictable.
The key is that this matter involves military supplies, who dare to object?
Jia Pingan smiled sinisterly.
Xu Jingzong was scolded endlessly by those dignitaries when he wiped out the mills around Chang'an. Li Zhi issued an edict for this, scolding those people. But not long after, the rivers around Chang'an were intercepted in sections, dams were built, and the mills were driven...
Li Zhi was very annoyed by this, but the owners of those mills were rich and powerful, and there were even many bigwigs in the clan. How dare he move such a group of people?
But what about the military joining in?
Looking at Lao Cheng and the others, with their sinister smiles on their faces, Jia Pingan felt that he had entered the den of bandits.
Yesterday he asked Du He to go to Xu Jingzong's house. If Lao Xu believed him, he would have started firing at the court by now.
Old Xu, come on!
"how?"
Cheng Zhijie looked at the crowd, "Can you wait for those grinders?"
A veteran nodded, "Damn! My husband's family... I'm ashamed. I thought others could do it. Why can't I do it? I just made three rollers."
Cheng Zhijie said coldly: "What do you say now?"
The veteran said without hesitation: "This old man is greedy for money, but this is a military supply, not to mention grinding, even if the house is demolished, this old man will not hesitate at all. In the blink of an eye, this old man is a beast! People go to tear it down!"
There is no bargaining in Jia Pingan's fantasy, and there is no dispute and scolding in his fantasy.
"Xiao Jia, do it again!"
Then everyone went to Zuo Wei's kitchen.
"Go away!"
The cook was kicked out with a dazed face. When he saw that it was Su Dingfang and others who were carrying the firewood, he wanted to help, but was kicked away.
Liang Jianfang sat in front of the stove, "I'm not bragging. When I led the army to fight, I called it a fast fire!"
Lighting the fire, Jia Pingan was confused.
"No pot!"
"What pot?"
"Iron pan."
Cheng Zhijie's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Where is it?"
"I have it at home."
"Hurry up and get it!"
Cheng Zhijie arranged for people to go, and Jia Pingan said: "Those people don't have iron pots, or try using copper pots."
Put the wheat flour in the copper pot, and stir fry quickly immediately.
Jia Ping'an didn't know what to do, and after he was done, a small handful came.
"how?"
Jia Pingan nodded, "It tastes better!"
Will the fried noodles be more fragrant after adding copper elements?
Liang Jianfang's fire is really awesome. If you want a big fire, you won't give it a small fire, and if you want a small fire, there is no guarantee.
"Try a clay pot?"
"Yes! Most people still cook with pottery at home, and the copper pot must be a family heirloom for generations."
Bronze is money, so this is true.
Then put a shallow clay pot, which looks a bit like a pot shape.
stir fry!
With salt!
Jia Pingan felt that his chow mein skills had reached perfection.
"Taste."
Everyone took turns tasting.
"how?"
One piece of thumbs up!
"With this thing, you can carry it with you whenever you go out in the future, even without lighting a fire. You don't know, Xiao Jia, that in order to bury pots for cooking in the army, camping must be in a place nearby where firewood can be gathered."
"Boy! Good job!"
Liang Jianfang patted him on the shoulder and asked kindly: "Are the two women in the family going to give birth soon?"
"yes!"
Thinking of this, Jia Ping'an looked forward to it with trepidation.
"Look at the **** when you are born, the child in the old man's family... pick one later."
Cheng Zhijie sneered and said, "You are so shameless."
"Face can be eaten?" Liang Jianfang said proudly: "Little Jia has such a talent, the children he gave birth must be not easy! This old man is called the seed of improving the old Liang family."
Damn it!
Liang Jianfang is really dirty!
"Go, go see Your Majesty!"
…
North Korea and China are discussing matters.
"Your Majesty, Xu Jingzong, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, asks to see you."
Li Zhi naturally wanted to save face when his confidant asked for a meeting.
He nodded with a smile, "Xu Jingzong has been very silent recently, I don't think this is his temperament, I wanted to ask, but today I came."
That traitor!
When Xu Jingzong was mentioned, Chu Suiliang couldn't feel better.
That guy is a mad dog, as long as the emperor gives him a wink, no matter who he is, he will dare to rush up and bite.
But he doesn't do such treacherous officials. For example, Li Yifu, a treacherous official whom most of the courtiers sneered at, was able to make a fortune by being the emperor's dog.
But Xu Jingzong was different. He was one of the eighteen bachelors of Qin Palace back then, so there was no problem with his ability. And he doesn't take bribes or take bribes. The only thing that people criticized was hugging the emperor's thigh and spraying people.
Xu Jingzong came in with an angry face, "Your Majesty!"
Li Zhi, who was thinking about his confidant, was confused by this, "Xu Qing, why?"
Xu Jingzong said in grief and indignation: "Your Majesty, do you still remember that I asked for orders to clean up the matter of grinding?"
Li Zhi thought for a while, "I remember this matter."
That year, Xu Jingzong took the initiative to ask for orders to clean up the mills on the rivers around Chang'an, which can be called carrying the coffin into battle.
Those dikes and dams were destroyed, and the mills were dismantled, and the people on both sides of the strait shouted for Xu Qingtian.
Those so-called gentlemen or loyal ministers blocked the river and built dams, which made it difficult for the fields on both sides to irrigate, and the harvest dropped sharply. But Xu Jingzong, known as the treacherous minister Xu, carried the coffin into battle and destroyed those things that harmed the people.
"Your Majesty, on the rivers outside of Chang'an, millstones are growing again!"
Xu Jingzong was furious, "Your Majesty, it's already spring, and the cultivation on both sides of the strait needs to be watered, but those masters who grind the acreage wantonly intercept the water source and refuse to release the water. Your Majesty, those people have nowhere to ask for help!"
Changsun Wuji glanced at Chu Suiliang.
Chu Suiliang nodded, indicating that it was true.
But... what the rich and powerful collectively do is nothing serious. If Xu Jingzong hadn't pointed it out today, no one would care about this matter.
Li Zhi only felt angry, "Is what I said just deaf ears?"
Changsun Wuji got up, "Your Majesty, turn around and reprimand one by one. But..."
Unless the emperor can be ruthless, for example, whoever builds a dam without permission will be severely punished, then naturally no one will dare to move.
But once he did it, he offended a group of dignitaries.
Li Zhi was weighing the pros and cons.
He naturally hates such things, but he is the emperor. The combined energy of those dignitaries is not small. It's okay to scold, even fine some money.
Severe punishment, backlash he may bear?
This is the imperial thinking.
Changsun Wuji shook his head slightly, "Your Majesty, it is better to take this matter slowly. If you are in a hurry, you will be backlashed."
Xu Jingzong was furious, "Eldest Sun Xianggong only cared about the face of those dignitaries, but do you still remember the suffering of the people on both sides of the strait?"
This dog thing!
Changsun Wuji said coldly: "As a minister, you should act carefully, you naturally don't understand."
You are just a minister of the Ministry of Rites, you don't understand the big picture!
Changsun Wuji doesn't talk much on weekdays, but once he speaks a poisonous tongue, it's refreshing.
Chu Suiliang nodded slightly, feeling that his old comrade-in-arms' skills were still undiminished.
"What is the overall situation?" Xu Jingzong began to substitute... the common people are the old man's parents, his eyes were red, "The rich and powerful's money is the overall situation, isn't the people's rice bowl the overall situation? The rich and powerful in the Tang Dynasty are fat and strong, But look at those people, but they are waiting to be fed because the fields cannot be watered!"
He looked at these prime ministers and waved his arms angrily, "The rich and powerful still have a lot of money, so why don't you accept greed and leave a way for the people to survive, can you?"
This mad dog!
Chu Suiliang said coldly: "If this is the case, His Majesty will be embarrassed."
Xu Jingzong held his head high, "In that case, I will go!"
He turned around and saluted, "Your Majesty, I ask for orders to clean up those mills. If you can't succeed...I won't be back!"
"Xu Qing!"
Li Zhi took a deep breath and glanced at the prime ministers.
So at the critical moment, is my confidant reliable?
But the last time Xu Jingzong went to clean up the mill, he has been hated so far. If he goes again...
He was afraid that he was going to be in danger.
For a while, Li Zhi had a hard time making a choice.
"Your Majesty, Lu Guogong and others are asking to see you."
Li Zhi nodded. I thought to leave this matter aside for the time being, and think about it later.
"Your Majesty!"
Cheng Zhijie came in carrying a bag.
"Cheng Qing, what is this?"
Everyone turned around and couldn't help being surprised to see the cloth bag in Cheng Zhijie's hand.
"Your Majesty, I invite Your Majesty to taste this."
With a bang, Cheng Zhijie put the cloth bag in front of Cui Dunli, opened it, and asked Wang Zhongliang to check it out.
"What is this?"
"Chow mein!"
…
Good night!
(end of this chapter)