Wei and Jin cooks

Everyone was waiting for Fu Tinghan to start eating. Fu Tinghan didn't do any ink. When everyone in the camp sat down, he took an iron trumpet and shouted at everyone, "Let's eat..."

Thousands of people shouted in unison, and their chopsticks accurately snatched the Sifang Tuan Yuan, which was 70% fat and 30% thin in the basin. This was the most eye-catching dish in the New Year’s Eve dinner!

Fu Tinghan also picked up a piece of Sifang Yuan Yuan. In the past, he would not eat such fatty meat, but in this era, meat is in short supply, and now he would swallow his saliva when he sees full-fat meat.

Fu Chang had never seen such a nephew before, and looked at him blankly. It was difficult for him to connect this loud-talking, meat-eating man with his elegant nephew.

Fu Hong also stared blankly and hesitated for a moment before stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a piece.

Cao Ping on the side saw Ichiraku, "Sanlang-kun also eats pork?"

Fu Hong smiled at him, ate it with big mouthfuls, opened his closed eyes in surprise, and said to everyone: "It's quite delicious."

Cao Ping: "It's because you have a prejudice against pork. The pigs are different now. They are not raised under toilets, but in separate pig pens. They eat vegetables, rice bran, wheat bran and various wild vegetables. I heard that in Runan County They will also feed mugwort, wouldn’t the pigs raised in this way be the same as medicine pigs?”

Before Zhao Hanzhang vigorously promoted pigs, pigs among the people were raised next to or under toilets. The pig pens were basically not cleaned. Anyone who saw the living environment of pigs would not want to eat their meat, let alone the powerful families. , pork is not qualified to enter the house at all.

That's why the ministers thought that Zhao Hanzhang was humiliating the emperor by letting pork enter the palace.

It was a filthy thing that most scholars would disdain to eat, but she actually purchased it and brought it to the palace.

If she hadn't been eating pork for three months, everyone's opposition would have been even more serious.

But ordinary people will not be biased, especially now that the conditions and processes for raising pigs have improved. Cao Ping was even drawn to study pig raising.

Around the bonfire, everyone was cooking enthusiastically. The firelight shone on everyone's faces, making the air hot, and cleverly keeping the food on the ground warm.

The dishes tonight are very rich. In addition to the four-party reunion dinner, there are also pork bones braised with soybeans, cabbage and pork, radish pork, radish mutton, and a large basket of steamed buns.

Everyone was quickly picking up vegetables with steamed buns in one hand and chopsticks in the other. They were sweating and happy while eating.

Tonight’s dishes, Sifang Yuan Yuan and Pork Bone Stewed with Soybeans, were the most popular.

The big bones obviously didn't have much meat, but the stewed soybeans were extremely delicious. There were oily splashes on the soup, which made people want to eat them just by looking at them.

"I didn't expect soybeans to be so delicious. When I get home, I will also buy pork bones and soybeans."

Soybeans are probably the most indispensable item in farmers’ homes.

Fu Tinghan also thought soybeans were delicious, so he put some soup and soybeans in a bowl and drank them slowly. They were much more calm in the campfire, and they could still talk while eating, "Can it be completed in twenty days?" "

Fu Tinghan: "Based on the current process speed, it is theoretically possible."

Cao Ping sighed: "I haven't celebrated the New Year with my family for two years."

Fu Tinghan thought for a while and then said: "We can celebrate the next festival. If the process goes well, you can return to Beijing to report on your work during the Lantern Festival."

Cao Ping quickly waved his hand and said: "I just said it casually, not asking for leave. There are 123,000 migrant workers and 80,000 soldiers here. They don't even think about going back. Especially the soldiers, they followed the general to march south." During the Northern War, I haven’t been home for reunions in I don’t know how many years, how dare I complain here?”

Fu Tinghan: "I know you are not complaining. It is human nature to miss your family."

Only when Fu Tinghan said this did he remember to ask, "Mr. Cao, do you have a family?"

Fu Chang: "...Mr. Cao's son is eight years old."

Fu Tinghan looked at Cao Ping in surprise and disbelief.

Cao Ping narrowed his eyes with a proud smile, "I had my eldest son when I was sixteen, and not everyone is like Shen Ruhui who can't find a wife."

Sixty miles away, Shen Ruhui, who was munching on steamed buns in the camp, sneezed. He couldn't help but close his clothes. Did he catch a cold?

He looked up at the scattered stars in the sky and said to Shen Xian: "It's getting dark so fast. It's getting dark just now. It's very cold in winter. After a while, we'll let everyone go back to the camp to sleep after they've eaten enough. Don't wander around outside. Be careful to catch a cold."

Shen Xian: "Mr. Lang, this has just begun. Everyone still wants to sing and dance around the bonfire. Today is the New Year, so why should we stay until Haishi?"

"It's too late. Did you sneeze before you saw me? I think it will be almost done by Xu time."

Shen Xian: "Didn't you sneeze because you were too close to the fire and got choked?"

Shen Xian suggested that he sit by the bonfire and join the others, "It's warm and lively. You are one of the chief officials after all. How can you hide here and eat?"

Shen Ruhui: "They are very annoying. A group of big men are smelly and foul-mouthed. The minister ordered bathing, and the migrant workers listened. They were the only ones who were lazy and disobeyed because of their official positions. If there was any trouble in the court, rumors would spread everywhere."

Shen Xian: "You hate them introducing girls to you and asking about your preferences, right?"

Shen Ruhui: "...Shen Xian, you must learn to keep your mouth shut from now on, and don't always say things that your husband doesn't like to hear."

Shen Xian: "You just asked me to be honest this morning. Fortunately, you only have one servant, me. Otherwise, if you change your orders day and night, the family will break up sooner or later."

Shen Ruhui: ...so angry.

In the end, he was pulled to the big bonfire by Shen Xian. As expected, everyone became excited when they saw Shen Ruhui and stood up to offer him their seats. As soon as he sat down, someone said: "Mr. Shen, this is what my wife sent to me." The socks delivered are made of cashmere thread and are very warm to wear at night."

Shen Ruhui took one look and said, "Not bad."

"It's time for Mr. Shen to get a wife, so that someone can knit socks for you."

He just knew it.

Shen Ruhui said without changing his expression: "I will write to the general when I get back and open a workshop specifically for weaving cashmere socks. In this way, the wool in the north will have a place to go. Not only can the herdsmen make more money, but also the Huns and the Huns can be stabilized. Xianbei tribe.”

Everyone:...

Everyone put down their chopsticks one after another and touched their full bellies. Someone mentioned dancing and singing, so Shen Ruhui was pulled out again, and the chief officer came to check it out first.

Unlike in later generations where all ethnic minorities could dance well and the Han people could only applaud, the Han people of this era can also sing and dance, regardless of their superiority or inferiority.

Moreover, the higher the status, the better at singing and dancing.

The emperor and the patriarchs of the aristocratic families once held hands and danced together. Who doesn't have a little talent?

But Shen Ruhui was in a normal mood at the moment and had no desire to express his emotions, so he refused. He directly took out a newspaper and asked Shen Xian to get the trumpet, "I will not show my shame and read you a letter from the general." Bar."