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Chapter 183: Good People Should Be Rewarded

Dongfang Shuo's love is secret, he disdains to show his tender and tender side to the Han people.

Only every woman who has been with him knows how gentle this person is, so gentle that he would rather give them a new life.

Dong Fang Shuo rarely marries a good family, and the beauties who are willing to spend a short husband and wife's life with him are mostly tired of the blue house life ushered in.

In Dahan, the only way for the blue-story girl to become a civilian is to marry an official, and then marry the official, so that she can have the name of a good family and get all the rights and interests conferred on her by the Han law.

Officials wanting to marry out in the name of Seven Abandoned, need to wait at least a year ...

Dachangqiu told Yunlang about these things about Dongfangshuo. This old **** can always get some sad and truthful answers from some channels other people can't think of.

Marriage is to save people from fire and water, and absolute marriage is to let that woman live a life ... Facing such a person, Yun Lang feels that he should make a delicious braised pork to express his respect to him.

This is the first and only person Yunlang met in the Great Han Dynasty.

There is not much rice in the Yun family, or a Changan in NuoDa University, and there are not many rices. Basically, no rice is grown around Chang'an. The most recent place to grow rice is Hanzhong.

Due to the poor roads and the small amount of rice transported to Chang'an, the most eaten by Guanzhong people were millet, millet and sorghum.

Although the rice production of the Han Dynasty is stronger than wheat, millet, and millet, it is also very limited, but the original rice of the Han Dynasty is the favorite in Yunlang recipes.

Guanzhong people like to cook rice when they eat rice. This method is right, but they like to use steamers to cook rice. A good pot of rice. After steaming, the rice fragrance has already ran most of the time.

He prefers to add water and rice in an iron pan, then slowly cook a pot of rice on a slow fire. Although there may be a pot at the bottom of the pot, the rice produced by this is undoubtedly the sweetest.

If you use the broth to soak the pot, the taste of the pot should be unrivaled.

In the afternoon, Dongfang Shuo came to the Yun's kitchen. Facing Yun Lang's cooking method with a strong sense of ceremony, even the bohemian Dongshuo couldn't help but apologize. He hurried back to clean his hair and trim his beard. Changed the cleanest set of clothes, and then sat under a pine tree in Yunjia's yard, braving the cold and waiting for Yunlang to call him to eat.

The bright red braised meat was touched by the rumbling broth in the casserole and trembling slightly.

Yun Lang is not in a hurry. The secret to cooking a casserole of braised pork is to be patient. Only by simmering slowly, can the flavour of the meat be stimulated to the greatest extent, so that the viscous gravy can be wrapped with enough meat .

Red Sleeve invited Dongfang Shuo to wait in the warm shed, and gave him a pot of hot tea to taste the taste in his mouth, so that he could taste the dishes carefully cooked by the owner.

A black pottery red grain wine jar was soaked in a wooden basin filled with boiling water by red sleeves, and then two strong servants carried the wooden basin and placed it beside Dongfang Shuo. Although the wine jar was not opened, it was only worth a lot. On the wine jar, Dongfang Shuo, knew that this jar of wine should not be the crude wine he usually drank.

Such courtesy made Dongfang Shuo uneasy. Even sitting under the warm floor shed, he was a little restless.

Yun Lang's cooking is very simple, that is, a pot of rice, a casserole of meat, a plate of fried vegetables, a bowl of meatball soup.

The quantity is not much, just enough for Dong Fang Shuo to eat.

After Red Sleeve had put the food in place, Yun Lang opened the jar of wine and smiled and said: "The wine is called jade frozen spring, also known as a king of green, and it has been frozen in the snow for three days. In short, the mild and fragrant aroma of wine is firmly locked in the wine slurry, and only by drinking one gulp into the internal organs and lungs can one find the beauty.

Come, Mr. Dongfang, drink it! "

Dongfang Shuo was originally full of doubts, but after listening to Yun Lang's explanation of this jar of wine, he only felt that the greedy bug was violent in his chest, and he decided in an instant that he drank the wine first.

After a bowl of wine came down, Dongfang Shuo refused to exhale for a long time, and did not breathe until he could not bear it: "Good wine!"

Yun Lang lifted the lid of the casserole, gently flicking the taste with his hands, and smiled with satisfaction: "Make meat for life, this time is the best, how can you not eat meat when drinking!

Remind that this thing is most suitable for eating with rice, please use it slowly. "

The red sleeves filled Dongfang Shuo with a bowl of white rice, the grains of rice were crystallized, and they mingled with the braised pork, coupled with the scent of fragrance. Pieces, put it on the rice, think about it, poured some broth on the rice, sniffed deeply, and then I do n’t know what year in the world ...

Step by step, Red Sleeves followed Yun Lang and left Yundi ’s shed. After walking away, he could n’t help but ask Yun Lang: “Xiao Lang, why treat this person so much?”

Yun Lang stopped and looked at Yun's busy servants, sighing: "There are too many evil people in this world, too few good people.

Those who can help others by spoiling their reputation are even more pitiful.

Wicked people do evil things, and naturally they have benefits as rewards. Good people do good things, but often do not end well.

This is wrong ... Since God doesn't care for good people, let me reward the good people within my ability.

After all, if a good person only does good things without receiving the minimum respect, a helping heart will sooner or later die. "

Red sleeves looked back at the gobbling Dongfang Shuo suspiciously, "Is he a good person?"

Yun Lang nodded and said, "He is really a good person!"

"Better than you?"

"Better than me!"

"Maid does not believe it!"

"From now on you will understand how good this Mr. Dongfang is."

After finishing these things, Yun Lang was very pleased, and now Mr. Dongfang finally coincided with Dongshuo, who had laughed and scolded in his memory.

Such an Dongshuo is the Dongshuo in his memory.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, there was white snow falling, falling on the warm palms of the clouds, and instantly turned into water stains, and some more snowflakes fell, and those water stains finally converged into a crystal water drop.

Yun Lang shook off the drop of water, raised his head and gently said to the gloomy sky: "The Great Han Kingdom finally did not disappoint me to the extreme!"

When no one is there, Yun Lang always feels that he is the God of the Han. After all, Dazai sees it this way, and worships him as a **** for a year. In fact, Yun Lang consciously knows that he is far better than the Han More.

Only his eyes can penetrate thousands of miles of smoke clouds, cross five lakes and four seas, and his thoughts can be immersed in the Mariana Trench and can fly to Mount Everest.

You can watch the vigorous wildebeest migration on the African savannah, and you can also see the foolish Mayans of the Americas worship their sun god.

He seemed to be able to hear the powerful speech in the Roman elder's courtyard, and the roar of the Arctic savages fighting the giant bear ...

Therefore, when he is alone, his heart becomes extremely tall.

It is miserable for a **** without magical power to fall on the ground ...

In the face of moodiness and the desire to destroy the flesh of others, Liu Che, and his dry minions.

Even if Yun Lang has the vision of God, the thinking of God, before there is no power of God, can only do patience or surrender.

It is this feeling of sudden highs and lows that makes Yun Lang's impression of the world very poor, especially when his mind and power are not directly proportional, and he hates this world that is not under his control.

"When can you make me a meal like Dong Fang Shuo?"

Cao Xiang was very dissatisfied when he was having dinner. He doesn't like to eat the bad braised pork made by Yun's cook.

Yun Lang put his rice bowl down and looked at Cao Xiang, said: "Yu Chu is actually a profound knowledge, the harmony of the five flavors, the mastery of the heat, the choice of ingredients, everything is a university question.

Only a wholehearted investment can make a delicious meal. You haven't done anything that is worth my whole heart to cook a meal for you, so don't think about it. "

"Yeah, Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi's allusions can be pulled out after a meal. I'm still going to eat meals that suit my status.

However, after Dongfangshuo finished your meal, why didn't he even say a thank you, instead hiding from you everywhere? "

"He thought I would ask someone for something."

"Yeah, it's the allusions of Yan Taizi Dan and Jing Ke again. When did you start to bring allusions to every sentence?

Fortunately, my family has a lot of learning. If Huo Qubing and Li Gan are here, they may not understand what you said. "

"I can understand!"

Huo Going sick's nice voice came from downstairs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This guy was the first of the four young men to break away from the voice of the male duck during the voice change period. Long, becoming angular and horny, the free-handed became two sword eyebrows.

Coupled with his cold eyes, the image of a free and proud grandson suddenly appeared on the paper.

After taking off the armor, Huo went sick and picked up the teapot. "What did Dongfang Shuo do to make you admire from the bottom of your heart?"

Yunlang probe looked downstairs, but did not see Li Gan, then asked: "How about Li Gan?"

Huo went to the hospital to see that Yun Lang didn't want to talk about Dongfang Shuo, so he replied: "His father was appointed as the right guard of Beiping, and he will soon take office, so he went home."

Seeing the snow outside the window getting thicker and thicker, Yun Lang laughed and said, "Don't you forget to practice the military pawns on these days?"

Huo went sick and drank plenty of water, sitting cross-legged in front of a short table: "Jianhan Mountain, Hang Ai Mountain, Helan Mountain, these places are under the snow larger than Chang'an, and haven't traveled yet, always try it first.