Live streaming life: The ancients begged not to stop

We must not make any serious changes to agriculture.

Qin Shihuang nodded and continued to look at the sky.

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Qi Cheng walked less than 200 meters in five minutes. He couldn't see the end of the road at all. He could only turn on the radio in the car. Some sound could at least ease his mood.

The host played a few commercials and then started talking about topics related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, from various allusions to the fillings of mooncakes, which calmed the anxious Qi Cheng down a lot.

Tang Dynasty

"The later generations attach great importance to the Mid-Autumn Festival. They even give three consecutive days off." Li Shimin said with a smile, "Shouldn't we in the Tang Dynasty also arrange for all officials to have a day off?"

It would be nice to be able to take a break, and all the officials naturally agreed with this.

After retiring from court and returning to the harem, Empress Changsun came to tell him that the imperial kitchen had already made mooncakes, some with red bean paste and some with walnut kernels.

"Should we send some to the ministers as well? I've had hundreds made there."

Li Shimin thought about it and decided to give mooncakes to old ministers and officials above the fourth rank. Of course, those who were out of town would have no chance, so they could only be given to those in Chang'an.

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After moving slowly for more than two hours, Qi Cheng finally drove to a road with fewer cars, and his speed was obviously much faster.

The radio also started reciting some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Those who were mentioned were all overjoyed, while those who were not mentioned could only lower their heads and sigh.

"Why are they all from the Tang and Song dynasties? Didn't the Ming Dynasty produce any famous writers?" Zhu Di was a little dissatisfied. "Tell the ministers below to write more about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The ministers below curled their lips. Although they could all write it, it was impossible for them to do better than the previous dynasty. Zhu Di was about to seize the world, so he didn't understand these things at all.

"The way people celebrate in later generations looks no different from today. These customs of ours have been passed down."

After finally arriving home, Qi Cheng lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Since only five people were drawn in a week, he decided not to draw anyone today or during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was not until eight or nine o'clock the next day that Qi Cheng got out of bed. By then, the farm work at home had been almost done and Qi Cheng did not need to help.

"Xiaochengzi, come here and help." Qicheng's mother shouted loudly.

The kitchen was already filled with dishes to be cooked. Qi Cheng took a quick look and thought that eight dishes should have been prepared. However, there were only three people at home, so they would probably have to eat leftovers for a few days.

"Tear up this roast chicken, and then add the crabs and shrimp to the pot."

"Shredded chicken and cucumber."

Qi Cheng pulled off the chicken leg, slowly tore the meat into strips, and mixed it carefully with cucumber. A simple cold dish was ready.

"This dish has been around for ages. Isn't it time for us to update the recipe?" Qi Cheng said as he gathered the chicken bones together. "Make some scalloped cucumber or something like that."

"What do you know? This dish was passed down to me by your grandma. I heard that I learned it from a master chef who owns a restaurant in the city."

“This is a good dish to serve at a banquet.”

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Li Tai jumped up and down with joy. He had seen this dish of shredded chicken and cucumber on a recipe before, but some of the seasonings were not very clear.

After seeing how Qi Cheng did it, he completely understood some of the instructions in the recipe.

"Have the imperial kitchen prepare this as well. This Mid-Autumn Festival, I want to enjoy this dish, too."

But the palace maids didn't dare to agree at all. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor gave a banquet and the dishes to be prepared had already been decided. At this time, adding more dishes could not even be approved by the chief steward of the imperial kitchen.

What's more, what about Empress Changsun?

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The lunch was quite sumptuous. After Qi Cheng finished eating, he went to the fields to get some vegetables. In the north, dumplings are a must-eat no matter what festival it is.