Farmer of Shu Han

Woke up the next day feeling refreshed.

The yard was quiet, and the door of Siniang's room opposite was tightly closed, it seemed that she was still asleep.

Feng Yong first breathed out, and then practiced physical skills for a while.

After seeing Ah Mei knocking on the door with a washbasin in hand, Guan Ji opened the door lazily.

After eating breakfast, Feng Yong went back to the house to write the winter training plan.

In winter training, apart from feeding the soldiers and maintaining their strength, the most important thing is to protect them from the cold, so as not to let them catch the wind and cold.

After all, in this era, wind and cold cannot be ignored.

So keep warm during the training process, and you can't take off your clothes outside to relax after training.

This is a question that needs to be repeatedly emphasized, and even needs to be incorporated into military orders.

When Feng Yong trained in the ice and snow in the Northwest, his underwear was soaked, and the instructor wouldn't let him take off his coat. He didn't catch a cold all winter.

But at the beginning of spring, without the supervision of instructors, after a training session, Feng Yongtu was cool, took off his warm clothes, and blew against the wind for less than two minutes.

Then my throat started to itch at night, and when I woke up the next day my mind became heavy and I developed a low-grade fever.

So this detail should not only be known to the backbone of the officers, but also to all the soldiers.

Whoever dares to disobey will be whipped with a leather whip, and he will remember it after being whipped half to death. At the same time, he can set an example for the whole army.

Anyway, where does the military get human rights at this time? No one would say abuse or anything.

Feng Yong was trying his best to recall the issues that future generations need to pay attention to during the winter training, when he heard the door rang, and when he looked up, it turned out that it was Guan Ji who walked in.

Guan Ji walked over to Feng Yong and took a look, "Ah Lang is busy with this training plan again?"

"Well, yes, the training in winter is different from that in summer. I mainly want the soldiers to adapt to fighting in the cold weather, so there are many problems that need to be carefully considered."

Feng Yong replied, and then looked at Guan Ji, "Is Xi Jun looking for something?"

Guan Ji reminded, "It's almost past noon, isn't Alang ready?"

"what to prepare?"

Feng Yong was a little puzzled and asked blankly.

As soon as Guan Ji heard this, she knew that this person must have forgotten what she had promised her last night.

There was a little annoyance on his face at the moment, "Didn't the concubine remind A Lang last night? Si Niang is going back to Hanzhong..."

"Oh, oh, I forgot!"

Feng Yong slapped his head.

Last night, he was in a hurry, and whatever my Xijun mentioned, he agreed with all his mouth.

After getting up and fastening my belt this morning, this matter has been left behind.

It's not surprising that men have this virtue.

Feng Yong comforted himself.

Seeing Guan Ji's dissatisfied expression, Feng Yong hurriedly comforted her, "This matter is easy to hear, I was just fascinated for a while, I just didn't think about it, but in fact, I have already prepared for it."

"really?"

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong suspiciously.

"That's natural."

Feng Junhou said solemnly again.

What's the best thing to eat when it's cold?

Shabu Shabu of course.

Especially the mutton hot pot.

Just one word, cool!

However, before the establishment of the Hanzhong Ranch, Feng Yong could hardly eat pork, apart from chicken.

And it is very difficult to build an iron pot in this age.

The key is that the quality of iron is not enough.

Of course pottery products can be used, but Feng Yong is not at ease, because the quality of pottery products in this era is far from that of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, let alone comparable to the Song Dynasty.

There are many masters who can produce high-quality pottery products, but how can Feng Yong at that time afford it?

So it's better to use copper.

But this copper... that was real currency. At that time, Feng Yong didn't have that much copper in his family.

In addition, in the early stage of entrepreneurship, it is not good to enjoy too much, so this matter has to be pressed.

When I returned to Jincheng, I was preparing for the southern expedition. When I returned from the southern expedition, I was imprisoned before I could catch my breath. After I was released from prison, I had to prepare for my marriage. After I got married, I didn’t even finish my honeymoon, so I had to go to Vietnam to quell the chaos. .

Immediately after the pacification of the chaos was completed, troops were led to Hanzhong to prepare for the Northern Expedition.

I have been busy in the past few years, and although I have the conditions to eat hot pot later, it seems that I can't be idle for a moment, so my thoughts have faded, or even forgotten.

Until the victory of the Northern Expedition, the whole person finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Coupled with the fact that he has obtained the post of the Qiang Hu captain, all the Qiang and Hu tribes in Longyou are under his control. What is the largest Qiang and Hu tribe?

Of course it is cattle and sheep!

More importantly, the climate in Longyou is much colder than that in Shu.

So the desire to eat hot pot finally began to reappear.

The hot pot has been prepared a long time ago. Originally, I wanted to wait until it snowed before taking it out. Although the plan has changed now, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the weather is getting colder.

Just try to see if this hot pot can be used in advance.

If there is any problem found, just ask Nanxiang to rebuild it.

"What is Aaron looking for?"

Seeing Feng Yong rummaging around in the wing room that was used as a temporary warehouse, Guan Ji couldn't help asking.

"Hotpot!" Feng Yong gestured to the shape of the hotpot, "When someone told Li Mu to come from Nanxiang, I even specially sent her the blueprint."

"Ask her to find someone to make me a few hot pots out of copper. I remember it was in the warehouse. Why can't I find it?"

Feng Yong looked left and right, and said a little strangely.

"Copper pot?"

Guan Ji was even more at a loss, unable to understand what Feng Yong was saying.

"It's a copper hot pot, er, it means a pot made of red gold. But it's not the same as the pot in the kitchen, it's a bit like a stove."

These days, what is usually referred to as gold is copper.

If it is gold, it must be specifically stated.

After hearing this, Guan Ji understood, "Isn't it enough that Ah Lang said earlier that it was a golden stove? It took a long time."

As she spoke, she walked to a corner, opened a box, and took out a hot pot from it, "Is this what A Lang is talking about?"

"That's right! That's it. Why did you put it in the box? No wonder I couldn't find it after searching 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 can be seen as a high-end product.

"Looking at the exquisite workmanship, it is still made of gold. I thought it was used by Alang as a reward, so naturally I have to carefully store it."

As Guan Ji explained, she looked at Feng Yong with some surprise, "According to what A Lang said just now, this is a pot?"

"Naturally it's a pot, and it's a good pot."

Seeing Guan Ji's wide-eyed, unbelievable appearance, Feng Yong found it very interesting, and couldn't help but teased, "The Feng family is considered a powerful family now, so what a few golden pots are nothing."

"Ah Lang really intends to cook with it?"

Guan Ji asked with some hesitation.

"Of course." Feng Yong knocked on the hot pot in his arms, and it made a loud noise, and he said proudly, "Today, let Xijun know what Ding Shi Jia is."

The cattle of the Qianghu tribe were very winking. Knowing that Feng Langjun wanted to eat beef, he suddenly jumped off the cliff and committed suicide-although he didn't know where the cliff near Pingxiang came from.

At the same time, two skinned sheep are also included.

"Go, call Siniang and Amei back, treat today as a holiday, and stop working."

Once Feng Junhou put on the apron, it was like a different person, with a unique aura, and he dared to command his own little gentleman arrogantly.

Seeing him like this, Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, "No, follow your wishes!"

"Wait," Feng Yong thought for a while, "Call Li Mu too. Among us, she is the one who suffers the most, and it's not good to leave her alone."

"Okay, everything depends on the king."

After a while, Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu, who received the notification, returned to the yard, and saw Guan Ji leaning against the door of the kitchen, looking at something with her head stuck out.

Feeling curious, Zhang Xingyi walked behind Guan Ji and learned to poke her head in, while asking, "Sister, what are you looking at?"

"Are you back?" Guan Ji patted Zhang Xingyi's head and smiled, "I'm preparing a farewell banquet for you."

"Banquet?" Zhang Xingyi was a little strange, and when he saw the back in the kitchen, he muttered, "Why does this person look familiar?"

"That's a heartless thing to say!" Feng Yong turned his head when he heard her muttering, "I kindly cook for you and cook a banquet for you. I didn't expect that even your brother-in-law wouldn't be able to recognize her."

"Ah?" Zhang Xingyi's eyes widened when he saw that it was Feng Yong, and it took him a long time before he said, "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, he kept talking while cutting the beef suet.

"How can it be the same? Now you are a prince!"

Zhang Xingyi retorted subconsciously.

"Junhou is called by an outsider, are you an outsider?"

Feng Yong asked casually.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.

Zhang Xingyi's face flushed slightly, she didn't dare to look at Guan Ji, but her heart was sweet.

"Where's Amei? Is Amei back?"

Feng Yong inside was asking again.

A Mei trotted over in a hurry wearing an apron.

"Amei will help me, you just wait for my order."

Seeing that everyone was present, Feng Yong gave an order.

Except for two maidservants who were doing rough work, there was no one else in the yard.

Today is to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Zhang Xingyi had learned cooking skills in the past two years, and wanted to go in to help, but when he heard Feng Yong's words, he had no choice but to stop thinking, hugged Guan Ji's arm, and watched the two people busy inside.

On the other hand, Li Mu, she had heard that Feng Junhou was extremely picky, and now she was surprised and surprised to learn that he cooks himself.

She couldn't hold back her curiosity and wanted to go up to watch, but Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi blocked the door again, so she had to quietly hide behind them, peeping through the gap.

"Boil the beef bones, wash the seasonings, and soak them in water."

I only heard Feng Yong telling Ah Mei.

Seeing Amei coming out with a basin in her hands, Guan Ji couldn't help laughing, "Ah Lang is making medicinal soup?"

"It's for seasoning."

When Zhang Xingyi was in Nanxiang, he specially learned cooking skills from the master chef in the cafeteria. He had a certain understanding of Feng Yong's cooking skills, so he immediately opened his mouth to explain.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt strange in her heart, after all, sister is also the mistress of Feng's residence, how come she doesn't even know this?

Thinking of this, she immediately understood that sister didn't know how to cook before, and it seems that after she married into Feng's residence, she never entered a kitchen at all.

As soon as she thought of this, she felt a burst of jealousy: In this world, all women make soup for their husbands and sons-in-law, who is like sister who does the opposite, and the husbands-in-law cooks for Xijun himself?

This daredevil really dotes on my elder sister!

As a person in the game, Guan Ji has long been used to this kind of situation, and she didn't realize what she leaked, but how could she hide it from the other two women?

Even Li Mu, who was standing behind, couldn't help but glance at Guan Ji. Although he could only see her side face, that flowery smile did not conceal the master's happiness.

Li Mu, who has devoted himself to his career for the past few years, can't help but sigh inwardly, and the original thought came to his mind again: the tiger girl of the Guan family is really lucky.

It is obviously a weird and even shameful thing for outsiders to cook in person with the dignity of a monarch, but why do I feel a little envious of Mrs. Junhou?

Feng Junhou naturally didn't have time to understand the little thoughts of the few people outside the door.

If the hot pot wants to be fragrant, it must use butter.

First boil the cut beef suet to remove the blood, then drain it, then pour it into the pot, and pour an appropriate amount of water at the same time, boil the water dry on high heat, and then boil it on low heat.

Following Feng Yong's instructions, Ah Mei constantly adjusted the heat in the stove.

After a while, the fat beef began to burn, and there was more and more yellowish butter in the pot.

It feels almost done, pick up the zoomed beef, this can be used as stuffing for buns, don't waste it.

Then add sliced ​​ginger and garlic to boil out the flavor inside, and then pick up the dregs, and it's done.

Leave a little base oil, then drain the soaked seasoning as much as possible, pour it back into the fire, and fry it into a hot pot base.

"By the way, Xijun, you are good at martial arts. Go to the yard and chop some firewood. It should be chopped into pieces the size of two fingers."

Although a kiln has been set up outside the city to burn charcoal, but before the kiln is out, firewood is temporarily used instead.

"Okay, today my concubine is just looking at something special, she even pays attention to chopping firewood."

Guan Ji was full of smiles, as if she was very happy to participate in the preparation of 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 thinner, the thinner the better."

Feng Yong replied.

In the end, Li Mu was the only one left looking left and right, with an embarrassing look on his face, as if she was the only one with nothing to do.

"Miss Mu, help wash the dishes and chopsticks."

"good."

Li Mu looked at Feng Yong, his eyes flashed, and he replied softly.

There are two hot pots on the table in the hall, one is clear soup and the other is red oil soup boiled with pepper.

Guan Ji and Feng Yong sat facing south, while Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu sat facing north.

Ah Mei was not qualified to sit, so she stood behind Feng Yong to wait.

The girls were all dazed. They were obviously used to the food sharing system and they didn't understand why they had to sit together when eating.

Regardless of them, Feng Yong took a piece of mutton and put it in the clear soup that was gurgling. After a while, he took it out, dipped it in the mixed sauce on the plate, and swallowed it in his mouth in one bite.

"That's all. This red oil soup can drive away the cold. You should eat more."

Feng Yong demonstrated and explained.

"This... why is this so similar to Bindou?"

Li Mu came from a family with more knowledge, so he couldn't help asking carefully.

"Taste it and you'll know if it looks like it."

Feng Yong was startled, could it be that there is already hot pot at this time?

Then I thought of the cooking techniques of this era, it would be nice to be able to put oil and salt, how could it compare to the Feng family's secret butter and seasoning? He pretended to be disdainful and said at the moment.

Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi looked at each other, and in the end Guan Ji asked hesitantly, "Ah Lang, is this... just like this?"

"Just eat like this! The way of eating in the master's door, Si Niang eat quickly, I specially made a banquet for you!"

Seeing that none of the three girls dared to move their chopsticks, Feng Yong urged them immediately.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Zhang Xingyi finally hesitantly picked up a piece of mutton and put it in the hot pot.