spring and autumn officials

The servants and slaves watched Qi Lu pick up old rice and put it aside to soak, and watched Qi Lu pick up a few "stinky" pickled bitter bamboo shoots from the "stinky" bronze bag, and washed them with clean water. Ziba took Ziba, and then casually threw it into the bronze flat pan.

Pan is also called Chengpan, which is actually what is called a plate in modern times.

With the old rice and the authentic sour bamboo shoots, it is like gathering the right time and place. Qi Lu has already determined the soup of rice noodles in his mind, and only needs to find the rest of the ingredients.

Qi Lv searched around again, but the servants and slaves were in a hurry, and they responded to the sentence "The emperor is not in a hurry to eunuchs". , with a calm face.

Qi Lu opened a tripod. In this era, the tripod was a meat-eating utensil, and of course it was also an important sacrificial item. The emperor and the princes sacrificed with the tripod.

Qi Lu pawed at the mouth of the tripod, and fanned it lightly with his hand, a strong smell of meat came to his face, it turned out to be a pot of thick pork soup, the taste of this soup is just to smell, to know how mellow it is delicious.

Seeing that Qi Lu finally found a "decent" ingredient, the servants and slaves heaved a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly: "Mr. Heng, this is pork meat that the villains have been cooking since morning. After a long time, the meat is soft and tender, it melts in the mouth, fresh..."

Before the servant could finish his words, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he froze in place as if his shell was stuck, staring at Qi Lu pouring out the broth from the cauldron, without even looking at it until it was boiled until it was so salty and delicious. pork glance.

The servant slave said uncertainly, "Men Heng...you...don't want this pork?"

Qi Lu said with certainty, "No."

The servant slave was suspicious again: "As long as... this watery soup?"

When the soup was poured out, there was no meat in it, not even a scrap of meat. On weekdays, princes and gentlemen ate meat, and slaves would never eat a bite of meat in their lifetime, so they secretly drank the broth left by the gentlemen. It was so beautiful that they couldn't find the north. They never thought that one day, a mere Heng, a mere petty official, would save the meat and pour soup for the gentleman to eat.

There is an ancient text in the high school textbook "The Widows Are in the Country", which tells that King Hui of Liang asked Mencius, and Mencius described a "beautiful" scene of governing the country to King Hui of Liang. Those who are ten can wear silk” and “Those who are seventy can eat meat”, which means that if the country is well governed, people at the age of 50 can wear silk, and people at the age of 70 can eat meat!

King Hui of Liang was still living in the Warring States Period hundreds of years later. One can imagine how difficult it was for ordinary people to eat meat during the Spring and Autumn Period hundreds of years ago. One can imagine how surprised and even terrified the slaves were when they watched Qi Lu pour out the broth. This is disrespectful...

Qi Lu spoke under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, and said lightly: "What is this?"

The Shanfu slaves came back to their senses and forced themselves to cheer up. They seemed to have seen their own death, and answered bravely: "Huiheng people, it's... it's snails."

That's right, it's snails. Qi Lu searched for a long time to find the ingredients, but only such a single ingredient is missing. Qi Lu is ready to make delicious food!

Qi Lu smiled, and said very kindly: "I'm sorry, help Lu clean this basket of snails, soak them, and spit out the sand and mud."

Qi Lu's face has always been good, his pair of red phoenix eyes are slightly hanging, and he smiles slightly, that smile seems to be able to fly into the hearts of others, and now he has just been whipped, his body is very weak, Therefore, his face was slightly pale, and there was no aggressiveness at all, and he had an indescribable temperament when he smiled, gentle and not sharp, giving people a wonderful feeling of trustworthiness.

"Okay, okay!" The slaves didn't know why, but felt that Qi Lu laughed, and before he had time to think in his heart, he had already agreed verbally, and his hands were busy, so he took the basket of snails unconsciously, and cleaned them quickly. , as if stupefied.

Aged rice, authentic sour bamboo shoots, a pot of pork soup, plus a basket of snails, Qi Lu's smile appeared on his face again...

"Isn't it alright? How long will I have to wait for this gentleman?"

The heat in the dining room was gradually transpiring, and an indescribable fragrance permeated the air, even mixed with a trace of unfamiliar "sour smell", which was indescribable.

Accompanied by the arrogant voice, Ji Xiaojun stepped into the dining room again, swaggering like a big rooster wagging its head and tail, and was about to scold when he came in, he covered his mouth and nose, frowned in disgust and said, "What's the smell? It's so stinky!" , is really despicable!"

"Gudong!" As soon as he finished speaking, the servants and slaves' knees gave way, and they all fell to their knees unconsciously in fright, grabbing the ground with their heads, trembling and daring not to raise their heads, and no one dared to speak out.

Only Qi Lu was holding a wooden tray in his hand, on which was placed a large bowl of soup that was usually used to hold soup, and hot breath came out of the bowl one by one, rich and "weird".Speaking of fragrance, it smells a little sour, but it is full of aftertaste.Most people don't like to smell the smell, but this smell is born to make you smell it for the first time, and you want to smell it for the second time. You can smell it carefully and understand the strange magic power. It is sometimes rich and sometimes spicy. The fragrance, layer upon layer, with clear layers, can't stop aftertaste in this unattractive big bowl.

Qi Lu's pale and weak face was as calm as water, and he replied lightly: "Back to the gentleman, the name of this dish is... snail noodles."

"Snail powder!?" The little gentleman Ji stared at the sea bowl in Qi Lu's hand. The soup was brown and smelled spicy, adding a touch of hotness to the already hot late spring. Ah! You little official, how dare you lie to this gentleman, your so-called snail powder does not have the rice that this gentleman asked for!"

Qi Lu smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "What the gentleman said is wrong. The gentleman asked in advance that the rice should not see the shape, so Lute soaked the rice and refined it, and boiled it into rice noodles. Although the rice noodles did not see the shape of the rice, there was also rice It is fragrant and sweet, but more elastic and silky than rice."

Qi Lu glanced at the steaming snail noodles, and added: "The soup of this snail noodles has not been boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, pounded, liver, etc. The law can be guaranteed by the head of the item, it is a taste that a gentleman has never tasted, please rest assured."

Little gentleman Ji listened to Qi Lu's words, his face gradually turned blue, a little green, as if he was the big bronze cauldron.

"Hmph!" Sacrifice Xiaojunzi smiled contemptuously, and said, "Even if this powder is indeed made of rice, and your soup is not using the method of eight treasures, it does meet my requirements, but this gentleman said something ugly. In the front, if you are not to my liking, you are also a death penalty!"

There was no trace of fear on Qi Lu's face, instead there was a hint of a smile, because the most impossible thing in this world is that some people say that Qi Lu's cooking skills are not good. .

Qi Lu said lightly: "A gentleman might as well give it a try. After trying it, if you want to kill or cut, Lu...you can listen to it."

"What a big tone!" Ji Xiaojun clapped his hands twice, but he didn't touch the snail noodles, but pushed the thugs beside him, and raised his chin.

The thug immediately bowed and flattered: "The villain is trying the dishes for a gentleman!"

As he said, the servants and slaves immediately offered bronze beans and a small bronze dagger. A dagger is not a dagger. In this era, a dagger is something similar to a spoon. Although "chopsticks" and other food utensils appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period, But the ancients still liked to eat with their hands, and only used daggers to scoop soup.

A large bowl of snail powder is hot, it is too hot, the thugs use a small dagger to remove some of the noodles and soup in the sea bowl, and put them in the bronze bean. At first glance, the taste is very "weird", and the thugs are almost smoked After a somersault, like a strong man breaking his wrist, he frowned, squinted his eyes, pursed his thick lips into a line, and took a small sip of the snail powder soup with dignity.

"Ho-!"

The thug immediately opened his eyes wide, his expression was extremely exaggerated, startled the little gentleman Ji who was at the side, he thought Qi Lv, a small official, was so bold that he threw/poisoned the soup, and was about to reprimand him, but the thug exclaimed: " This...is so delicious! Little man, little man has never eaten such a taste! I didn't expect the smell to be unbearable at first, but eating it is like nectar!"

The servants and slaves looked around and asked each other, turning into wooden chickens one by one, tying their hands and not knowing where they went wrong.Aged rice and pork soup, as well as humble snails that gentlemen don't even look at, yes, plus a few bitter bamboo shoots that have been marinated with a stench, if the thugs hadn't lost their sense of taste, how could they say such nonsense ? !

Ji Xiaojunzi also didn't believe it, "Go away, you idiot!"

He pushed the thug away, scooped up a mouthful of snail noodle soup with a small dagger, and sipped it into his mouth...

The slaves held their breath immediately, because in their eyes, the snail noodles eaten by offering sacrifices to the little gentleman were vulgar and vulgar. This kind of crime is no different from "poisoning/poisoning". How can you not be nervous when the ingredients are combined together, it can be said to be frightening.

Ji Xiaojunzi seemed to be in a fixed frame. Compared with the thugs, his reaction was probably the difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps. He opened his eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief, even though Ji Xiaojunzi tried his best to hide the "delicious" How delicious is it so delicious" expression, but it was really painted on the face, clearly and clearly!

The little gentleman sacrificed for a while, didn't say a word, didn't say a word, and didn't think it was too hot, he immediately picked up the bronze big big bowl, held it in one hand, and pulled the rice noodles and sour bamboo shoots with a small dagger in the other hand, swallowed the dates whole, like Zhu Bajie Seeming to be eating watermelon, Xili stuffed it into his mouth with a grunt, as if he was afraid that others would rob him of the food.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was no chili pepper eaten by modern people, but the five flavors of "sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty" have existed since ancient times. The spicy food eaten by the ancestors is led by ginger. , the ancients called it 藙子.The spicy taste of coriander is not exciting enough, and it is time-consuming and laborious to harvest and produce coriander oil. Therefore, after peppers penetrated into China in the later period, coriander gradually withdrew from the stage of seasoning.

The dining room is the dining room of the gentleman's family. It is a waste of money to find some coriander oil. Qi Lu improved the spiciness of the snail powder a little bit. It happened that the little gentleman had never eaten too spicy food. Well, offering sacrifices to little gentlemen is unbearable, and it is a bad thing.

This bowl of snail noodles is fragrant, fresh, spicy, sour and salty!

Moreover, the soup has just been boiled, and it is hot and spicy. Although it is late spring, the weather is getting hotter, but after sipping such a bowl of snail noodles, sweating, just driving away the moisture of the heavy rain, it can be said to be refreshing from the stomach At the top of his head, didn't he respond to Qi Lu's words - just right.

Little gentleman Ji just wanted to take a bite at first, then threw the big bowl at Qi Lu's feet, and asked him why he used this kind of pig food to fool himself, but...

But after he took a bite, his hands were not his own, and his mouth was not his own. He shove the rice noodles into his mouth in disobedience, like a savage who had never seen the world. The bowl of snail noodles was eaten up, and there was not even a bit of hot head left.

bang——

Little gentleman Ji put the empty bronze bowl on the table, and the thugs quickly handed over a silk square towel, and wiped his mouth. After Little gentleman Ji was full, he felt ashamed, "Cough!" He coughed hard and said : "It's true...it's not bad, it's edible."

When Ji Xiaojun choked out these words, the servants and slaves almost wept with joy when they heard it. No one thought that with a few extremely unremarkable ingredients, Qi Lv actually told everyone to escape and ascend to heaven!

Little gentleman Ji had eaten enough, but his face was sore. The bet he thought was a sure win, but now he lost everything. It was probably the first time since Little gentleman Ji was born. He snorted, turned around and was about to leave.

"Gentleman, please stop." Qi Lu said "recklessly" at this time, and smiled slightly. Although his smile was not arrogant, it was not humble, and said: "A gentleman and Lu have a bet first. If you do well, the law is not only innocent, but also rewarded. Nowadays, a gentleman loves and appreciates snail noodles, but what does a gentleman reward?"

"Reward..." Ji Xiaojun only felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he didn't know if it was because he ate the powder too fast just now, and it was all stuffed in his stomach.

The little gentleman is so angry that a small official in the kitchen even asks for rewards for himself!But there is no other way, after all, there are words first, and the "ugly words" are all said first, if you break your word, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the priest?

Little gentleman Ji rolled his eyes, suddenly raised his hand and pointed randomly, and said nonchalantly, "I will reward... reward you, this dirt dog!"

He said, pointing his finger at a gray-faced little dirt dog tied in front of a big wooden post in the open space at the entrance of the dining room...

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The weather in late spring is hot and gloomy.

King Zhou Ping died of illness in the 51st year of his reign, and his eldest grandson, Prince Lin, came to the throne. How could he know that in this situation, there is such an inch, and the sky is full of visions, which heralds the death of the king and the chaos in the world.

I don't know if it's because of Yinghuo, the new Wang Lin has not yet ascended the throne, he suddenly fell into a coma, the Zhou royal family was in chaos, Dazai Heijian was forced to preside over the overall situation and provoke the heavy burden of supervising the country.

Prince Lin only felt that his chest was oppressed severely, and his mind was dizzy. After being dazed for a long time, he finally had some strength to open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw several daring strangers surrounding him, and one of the arrogant ones pointed at him disrespectfully.

"Presumptuous!" Prince Lin yelled angrily in a low voice, "I am an orthodox Zhou family, how can I allow you to be disrespectful!"

"Wang Wang!"

However, as soon as Prince Lin opened his mouth, the deep and magnetic voice disappeared, replaced by a milky cry.

Qi Lu looked over at the point of Ji Xiaojunzi, and saw the little dog shaking its head, baring its teeth, with a "fierce" face, but because it was still a little milk dog, its head was a bit big, and it almost snarled when it barked wildly with its little tail. The center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground. The little dog was very knowledgeable: "Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!"

Sacrifice to the little gentleman was intentional, although he had said something first, but in response to that sentence, the richer the person, the more stingy he was. Sacrifice to the little gentleman is an iron rooster, so naturally he didn't want to give Qi Lu any benefit.

That dirt dog looks like a little milk dog, covered in dust, and its appearance is too ordinary, but because of its small size, it has a tiger-headed, tiger-headed, milky-like feeling, which is pitiful.

It's a pity...it's worthless.

Qi Lu stared at the "extremely noble" little dog with scrutiny, and thought silently, rewarding a little dog with no meat is better than rewarding a pig...