Great Tang Broom Star

Chapter 531: Old Jia’s Seeds Are Good

"Here's the wheat flour."

After a long time, Master Jia entered the kitchen again.

Cao Er was too excited, "Your Majesty, just give orders, and I'll do it."

Grandmaster entered the kitchen, so 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 be mushy.

"Um!"

Cao Er couldn't help being a little confused when he saw it, "It's so delicious? It smells pretty good."

Jia Pingan also found it very fragrant.

Fried noodles do not require cumbersome procedures and the time is short.

"Husband!"

Su Ho came, sniffing the scent, couldn't help but be moved, "What's so delicious?"

"Fried noodles."

Jia Pingan put salt in it, and then stir-fried it again, and it worked.

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 spit it out immediately.

Cao Er stood in front of him and was sprayed all over his head and face.

"water!"

It must be something not tasty, I... Flash!

Soho left quietly.

Jia Pingan took a sip of water, "I don't believe it, isn't it really delicious?"

He took a little more and slowly wetted it with his saliva.

The taste...is weird, not delicious, but it can't be called scum 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 way of adding water, and the way of cooking it into a paste, adding dried meat and pickles...

"How about Bimai Rice?"

My mother is a genius!

Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing.

Cao Er tasted it, "Compared with wheat rice, this is delicious."

"Fry a pot!"

Jia Pingan felt that dry food was really not difficult.

Then he asked someone to get a cloth bag, put a bag of fried noodles in it, and spun it around a few times.

"appropriate!"

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 the court to ask His Majesty to bring up the matter of grinding around Chang'an again. You must be more impassioned and fearless..."

When Su Ho insisted on having a bowl of fried noodles for dinner, 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 delicious."

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, whenever Jia Pingan entered the kitchen, what he produced must be delicious food.

"Most of the original rations in the army were barley 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 army, but that tastes just that.

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?"

I met an acquaintance on the road, and seeing his appearance, I thought he was going out.

He went straight to the left guard, and Cheng Zhijie's roar came.

"You have to be ruthless in training, but if you're not ruthless now, you'll have to fight with your life when you're on the battlefield!"

"Who dares to be lazy, heavy responsibility!"

"Take orders!"

A group of generals suddenly agreed, and then filed out.

Wouldn't it be bad to be murderous early in the morning?

Jia Pingan felt very comfortable.

There's nothing more satisfying than seeing your army shine.

The generals nodded slightly when they saw him.

Jia Pingan hurriedly cupped his hands.

"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, his ability to run people is very good.

"Lu Guogong, I also invite all the old men to come here."

"Why?" Cheng Zhijie looked at him, "What did you find?"

The bosses are busy with their affairs, so no one has the nerve to recruit them if it's not a big deal.

Jia Pingan 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, "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."

If this amount goes on, Lao Cheng will definitely choke, and if he can't breathe, 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 sharply, "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 stuff will last 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 had never seen Cheng Zhijie like this before, and he was a little ignorant.

Snapped!

Cheng Zhijie slapped Jia Ping'an's shoulder and shouted, "Come on!"

"I invited Liang Jianfang and the others to come, and I said, if you don't come, don't come in this life!"

I'm going back to my place.

Half of Jia Pingan's 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."

Is the old man shameless? Cheng Zhijie's face was livid, and he punched hard...

Boom!

Case almost collapsed.

Well, it's all 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."

"Try a poison, old man."

Liang Jianfang grabbed a handful and started eating.

Everyone stared at him.

Liang Jianfang chewed.

Boom!

He heard some voices, just in his mouth.

Then the pain came.

Fuck!

This old man is going crazy!

"Cheng Zhijie!"

puff!

After spitting out a mouthful of fried noodles, Liang Jianfang put his hand into his mouth and flicked it, a tooth came out.

There are gravel in the chow mein?

Lao Liang's teeth were okay, but at this age, missing a tooth is almost a collapse of missing a piece of blood.

It must be because the flour was not finely sifted, Cao Er's fault.

Jia Pingan hurriedly rubbed against the door, ready to run away.

Cheng Zhijie didn't even look at it, "How does the taste compare to wheat rice?"

A group of old ghosts have spent most of their lives surrounded by swords and guns, not to mention losing their teeth, even if they lose an arm, it's not a big deal!

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 it possible to preserve this thing?"

Cheng Zhi nodded, "A long time."

"It's...wheat flour, right?"

"Salt is added."

"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 said with a smile: "But I didn't make it out of it."

"who?"

Cheng Zhijie pointed to the door.

Everyone turned around.

Jia Pingan 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 loudly, "Sure enough, it's Xiao Jia with a quick mind. Once this fried noodles comes out, the old man dares to say that it will be easier to go on expeditions in the future."

"The government soldiers bring their own dry food."

This is a new question.

"Is fried noodles 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 I would be reprimanded, 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 is a hassle.

You can't let those sergeants grind flour at home, can you? What if there is no stone mill?

If others eat fried noodles and he eats wheat 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 is getting worse.

Cheng Zhijie scratched his head, "This matter... are those grinders still there?"

"Yes, there are more than before." It was a hornet's nest, and Jia Pingan felt that his arms and legs were small, and he 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 darkly.

When Xu Jingzong wiped out the mills around Chang'an, he was cursed endlessly by those dignitaries. 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 masters of those grinding stones were all dignitaries, 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 grim smiles on their faces, Jia Pingan felt that he had entered a bandit den.

Yesterday he asked Du He to go to Xu Jingzong's house. If Old Xu believed him, he would have already started firing at the court by now.

Old Xu, come on!

"how?"

Cheng Zhijie looked at the crowd, "Do you have those grinders?"

A veteran nodded, "Damn! My husband's family... I'm ashamed. I thought others could do it, so 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 Zuowei's kitchen.

"Go away!"

The cook was kicked out with a dazed face, and 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 quick fire!"

Lighting the fire, Jia Pingan was confused.

"No pot!"

"What pot?"

"Iron pot."

Cheng Zhijie's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Where is it?"

"I have them 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 copper pots."

Put the wheat flour in the copper pot and stir fry quickly.

Jia Ping'an didn't know what to do, and when he was done, a small handful came.

"how?"

Jia Pingan nodded, "It tastes better!"

Will 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 to a small fire, and if you want a small fire, you won't be able to guarantee it.

"Try a clay pot?"

"Yes! Most people cook with pottery at home, and the copper pot must be a family heirloom for generations."

Copperware is money, so that's true.

Then put on a shallow clay pot, which looks a bit like a pot shape.

stir fry!

With salt!

Jia Ping'an felt that his chow mein skills had reached perfection.

"Taste."

Everyone took turns tasting.

"how?"

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"With this thing, you can carry it with you whenever you go out in the future, even without lighting a fire. Little Jia, you don't know that in order to bury pots for cooking in the army, camping must be in a place nearby where firewood can be gathered."

"Boy! Well done!"

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 panic.

"Look at the sex 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 offspring must not be easy! This old man is called improving the seed of the old Liang family."

Fuck!

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, seeks an audience."

Li Zhi naturally wants to save face when his confidant asks for a meeting.

He smiled and nodded, "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 didn't do such things as treacherous ministers. 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 also one of the eighteen bachelors in Qin Palace back then, so there was no problem with his abilities. 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 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 grindstones 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 spring, and the cultivation on both sides of the strait needs to be irrigated, but the masters of the mills 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 his anger welling up, "Could it be that what I said just fell on your 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's 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 powerful people, 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 don't understand."

You are just a minister of the Ministry of Rites and don't understand the overall situation!

Changsun Wuji seldom talks on weekdays, but once he speaks viciously, it is refreshing.

Chu Suiliang nodded slightly, feeling that the skill of his old comrade-in-arms was 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 raised by 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 dignitaries have less money and still have good food and clothing. Why don't you accept some 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...the minister will not come 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 until now. If he goes again...

He was afraid 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.