Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

It was almost noon, and Xie Ying ordered the chef to prepare dishes and bring the sorghum wine made at home.

He said to Cui Xie: "This is the recipe you gave to me in Tongzhou. I asked someone to try it on the Zhuangzi for more than half a year. I asked someone to bury it in the ground for more than a year and drink it. It’s much more mellow than when it was sent to you. I don’t want this sorghum to cook and eat, but it’s more delicious than the rice shochu from the south and Kyori’s barley shochu. I don’t know who came up with it. Fanger."

That was the prescription of the late Qing Dynasty, of course better than the early Ming...

Cui Xie replied with a dry smile: "Anyway, it's not our Daming recipe, it's from outside. Don't you all say that there are gods on the sea, it is naturally better than ordinary home-brewed wine."

Xie Ying nodded, took a small jar of wine, patted the mud seal with her hands, poured out a small cup of wine, and pushed it to Cui Xie: "Today, please invite Cui Xian to drink the fairy wine and eat the fairy meat."

A small servant took a new plum, tender cherries, sweet-steamed eggplant, seedling melon, Tianmu bamboo shoots, frozen **** and vinegar fish, stuffed belly, and dried water chicken.

After a while, Zhengcai gradually came up. The first was a pig head steamed to the bone and flesh, and the ingredients inside were picked up. I saw strips of skin with sauce-red luster, and the fatty meat was steamed to a transparent strip of meat. Then there are the fairy meat steamed with wine and autumn oil, the Sichuan fried chicken fried with chestnuts and bamboo shoot tips, the homemade crucian carp fried on both sides, the eight-treasure tofu simmered with chicken and ham crumbs, and a raw fried turtle...

Except for a simmered winter melon, the jasper bird's nest is more precious, and they are all home-cooked dishes, nothing extravagant and rare.

Xie Ying personally put a chopsticks of pork on the plate for him: "You taste this Sichuan pig head, it has a strong smell of hemp. When my father was in Sichuan, the cook in the family also learned from there, using more sand. Renhuajiao has a special fragrance than the braised pork in Beijing."

Suddenly, Cui Xie knew that his father had passed away, and felt a little sore in his heart. He felt that Xie Qianhu felt sorry for the same illness as him. But with his current status, he can’t really pat Xie Ying and say, “Actually, I’m also an orphan”. He can only raise a glass and say, “I don’t know that Master Xie has passed away, and Brother Xie touched the sad thing. It’s me. It's not..."

He was about to punish himself for a cup, but Xie Ying said: "I brought it up by myself. What do you pay for it? How many of us as martial artists can end their lives safely, not to mention that our father died for Pingmiao Ran. Heroes, it is also an honor for posterity to mention it, so why not feel sad..."

His voice slowly lowered, and he poured a glass of wine to drink, and sighed: "Good wine. This shochu with glutinous rice is more aromatic than steamed with thin mash."

Cui Xie also accompanied a cup in silence, and followed his words about steaming wine: "In fact, the kind of steamer that uses brewed liquor to steam the shochu is also useful. Pour the brewed shochu there and steam it several times. The wine is too strong to drink, but if it is used to clean the wound, it can prevent the wound from pus and heal quickly."

Xie Ying said: "In fact, this shochu is already extremely strong, and I have seen it used to wash the wounds, and it does heal quickly. Would you like to steam it to make it stronger? How can you not drink it? Have you steamed it and drink it yourself? ?"

Cui Xie said vaguely, "I drink this shochu, and I feel my throat becomes hot and dizzy after a sip. If I drink the one that is steamed more times and more intensely, doesn't it mean that I will burn my tongue? I want to know. You can’t drink it. But since strong alcohol is good for wound healing, it must be that the stronger the alcohol, the stronger the drug. It will be good for the body if it can hold back the pain for a while."

Xie Ying smiled slightly and said, "This is the truth. I will ask someone to make a steamer and try it later." While talking, he reached out and covered his wine glass, took it directly to the table, and ordered the next person: "Come to Master Cui some freshly brewed Taoyuan wine."

The newly brewed wine, before the second shot of koji, is cleared out like sweet rice wine juice, and you are not afraid of getting drunk.

Cui Xie fell from sorghum wine to alcoholic beverages, and he was much bolder when he drank it. With a mouthful, he could drink a half pot without just the food. Xie Ying picked him a ripe plum, cut it open with a small silver knife, removed the nucleus, put it on his plate, and told him to have a drink.

Cui Xie picked up the plum and ate it, looked at the table full of dishes, and handily returned a chop fish jelly to Xie Ying and put it on the plate.

He was wearing new clothes. He was always afraid of getting oil when picking up vegetables. He moved his sleeves and draped his clothes for a while. Xie Ying couldn't help but smile and said, "The clothes are also old. If you don't just wear them at home for a while, I I am too embarrassed to give it to you. If such clothes are dirty, they will be dirty. What do you do with it? Sit down and eat with peace of mind."

Such good clothes are still brand new, where is it said to be thrown away? Cui Xie touched the hanging sleeves and said, "The cloth hanging down here is not easy to fall. When I turn back, I will make you the kind of tight sleeves, put on leather wristbands, and put on a special spirit. If you get oily, don't Throw it directly, rub it on the oil with extremely steamed shochu, rub it a little, and it will be easy to wash."

Alcohol is really useful, and he has to steam a few bottles and leave them at home for later use.

Xie Ying’s family is a hereditary family of thousands, with quite a few family backgrounds. Even after the death of his father, there was a period of loss of income, and it was not difficult to grow this kind of life wisdom. Hearing these tips for life, I only felt that he had been poor in the past, so he said softly: "When I turn around, I have steamed strong wine at home, so I will ask someone to send you a few jars. You don't have wine in your house, and you don't have a steamer. It's not convenient."

At this time, Cui Xie was thinking about how to make clothes, but he didn't pay attention to his look. He smiled and replied, "How embarrassing then. I also have some wine at home, and I also want to use a steamer to steam the flower dew. To change the steamed wine is just a few different accessories and dressing."

Steamed flower dew?

Xie Ying asked in surprise: "You can steam flower dew? On the gift list you gave me, you steamed the bottles of flower dew yourself?"

Cui Xie replied: "That's not the case, but I have read from which book, there were people who steamed flower dew in the Southern Song Dynasty. Yesterday, the next shopkeeper said that the rose dew from the Western Regions actually cost more than ten taels of silver per bottle. , I’m scared! In fact, it’s steamed with rose flowers. You can also steam the flower water with roses, jasmine, melilotus, and other fragrant flowers. If we make it ourselves, it’s not that expensive. We can steam it with a few silver Come out a big bottle."

Listening to a bottle of ten taels of silver is scared, why do you still take so many bottles to give gifts?

For a while, Xie Ying didn't know what to say about him, and shook her head and said, "Then don't find someone to fight. I ask my family to find the person who made me steam the wine pot and make a set of copper steaming pot for you."

Cui Xie almost stood up: "How can it be done, how can I cost you money!"

Xie Ying smiled and said: "Why can't I pay for it? Didn't you tell me to thank you brother? It's nothing to be a elder brother and give me a steamer. Besides, don't you give me a few bottles when you make a flower dew use?"

Well, this is not a one-off sale, and there will still be a long flow of business in the future. Cui Xie put his **** back in place again, touched the tip of his reddish nose and said, "Then I will try it slowly, Brother Xie, don't worry. If you can do it, you can wash your face and shower."

Naturally, Xie Ying would not put any perfume on her body, she just encouraged a few words to support young people to start their own businesses.

He also asked someone to prepare a few dishes for Cui Xie. He slowly ate wine with cherries, and asked him how he was going back to Beijing, and whether he would buy or sell at home. Speaking of buying and selling, he thought of Cui Qi and Jidu who had met in the flower hall, so he asked, "Those two have also returned to Beijing with you? Will they open a bookstore for you in Beijing?"

Cui Xie didn’t think about it yet. He put his chin on one hand and said, “There are three shops in the family, but they don’t make much money. I want to switch to a bookstore. The two of them are about to find my account of my home study. I want to come first. Visiting brother Xie, I brought them together."

Xie Ying said: "It's always good in Beijing. Qian'an is too remote. It will take a few days for printed books to be shipped to Beijing. You sell slowly, and those waiting to read are also anxious. Now you have a family and a business in Beijing. There are so many people, it’s very easy to open a new shop. Besides, you are the one who has been seen by the emperor and has been specially put into the Imperial Prison. Even if there is no official or job, no one dares to bully you."

Can the emperor Chenghua know that he is the son of a five-rank official who lives in the country? This matter must have contributed to Xie Qianhu's back!

Cui Xie poured enthusiasm in his heart, poured himself a glass of shochu, got up to toast: "I can go to this day, thanks to my brother for his support, I can only wish this glass of wine to show my heart."

He slowly drank the wine, turning the bottom of the cup upside down, his eyes were burning brightly, sincerity came through them. Xie Ying also picked up the wine and drank it, nodding slightly: "That's enough, you will be drunk if you drink it again."

Cui Xie also nodded along with him, sat back in the chair, and said honestly: "Actually, I'm a little drunk. I always forget that I am sixteen now, not as good as a man in his twenties. "

Xie Ying couldn't help laughing, and whispered to the young man: "Take Mr. Cui's wine away and exchange it for **** soup to give him a hangover."

Xie’s hangover soup didn’t work well. When Cui Xie left his house, he was still a little confused. He even forgot to change his clothes. He took several sets of Xie Ying’s old clothes with them.

The subtotal shopkeeper was sitting in the car, looking at him with scattered eyes, not very clear, and asked with some worry: "Msang Gong, how much wine is he drunk, can he still manage his bills? The young man keeps his family and Tongzhou's accounts this month I've brought it all. If you don't see it, please take it back. The young one stayed with Cui Qi in the inn for two days, and waited for you to finish reading the account.

Cui Xie felt that he still understood in his heart, looked at the wall of the car for a while and replied: "No, take the silver, I will be sober after counting."

Ji Du turned out the silver hidden under the car plate and asked him to hold it several times. Occasionally the light from outside the curtains hit the silver, and it flashed white before his eyes. His mind gradually turned, and suddenly he pushed the silver, grabbed Cui Qi and said, "You really can't go. I drew a new picture. , Subtotal shopkeeper, help me take me back to Qian'an, and by the way, ask Ji and Cui Yuan to come to Beijing to see me; Pingyan will...Now that the master is gone, the Cui family is my head, and Pingyan will stay and follow me. Paint, learn to trade in the shop at home, right?"