After the salted fish is married

please sleep

The lotus leaf was dyed dark in color by the chicken juice. When the string on the lotus leaf was pulled away, a small white smoke slowly rose.If it is winter at this time, the smoke will be more obvious.After uncovering the lotus leaf, the big golden rooster curled up and lay on the lotus leaf on its back, and the rich chicken aroma rushed straight to the nose.

Before the temperature of the chicken dropped down, Ye Linfeng couldn't wait to eat the chicken.He wiped his fingers, then pinched the bone on the drumstick: "You're welcome, old man."

As long as you tear it lightly, the shiny chicken skin will crack open, and the rich chicken juice will slide down along the texture of the chicken, causing the onlookers to swallow a mouthful of saliva.Ye Linfeng held the chicken leg up to his lips and blew it gently. When the temperature dropped a little, he bit into the chicken with the skin and flesh.

The chicken wrapped in yellow mud and baked for an hour is already crisp and rotten. The free-range chicken has a good taste, and with the simple marinade and seasoning, it is full of fragrance after one bite.The chicken skin is soft and sticky, and the chicken will melt with a little sip.Ye Linfeng hadn't eaten such a satisfying chicken for a long time. In a few moments, the big chicken leg in his hand was only left with two connected bones.

He was also reluctant to throw away the bones, he chewed the brittle bones at the joints carefully, and licked off the bits of meat sticking to the bones.He was so absorbed in licking that Xiaosong, who was waiting beside him, was anxious to death.

Xiaosong was so anxious that he rubbed his body against Ye Linfeng's leg. Seeing that Ye Linfeng didn't respond, he barked twice.Only then did Ye Linfeng feel satisfied and threw the bone to Xiaosong, and he licked his finger: "It's really enjoyable."

Yan Xining split the chicken into pieces, he gave the other chicken leg to Ji Song, and he shared the chicken wings with Wang Wenyue.Hearing Ye Linfeng's words, Yan Xining frowned: "It's a pity that I'm short on time and I can't get all the ingredients together, otherwise the taste will be even better."

It is said that the authentic beggar's chicken skin should be brownish red, but the chicken skin made by him is golden yellow.Yan Xining felt that the Beggar Chicken he made might not be that authentic, but everyone didn't mind at all: "It's already delicious."

Yan Xining stuffed mushrooms and red dates into the belly of the beggar's chicken. After tearing open the thick chicken breast, you can see the soft and rotten vegetables soaked in chicken juice.Pick up a flower mushroom and stuff it in the mouth, the taste is completely different from the grilled ones.

Although Ye Linfeng yelled to eat chicken, after eating a big chicken leg and half a chicken breast, he couldn't eat any more.He belched contentedly: "It's delicious. Today I learned a trick. I will cook chicken like this in the future. Isn't it more convenient than hard work and stewing?"

Yan Xining carefully shaved the meat off the chicken skeleton, and he threw the bone to Xiaosong: "Every method has a different taste, and I think Lao Zhang's braised chicken tastes very good too."

Ji Song and the others shared one chicken, and Yan Ke and the others took the other.Although the chicken is big, each guard will be gone after one or two bites.Everyone was still full of ideas, and decided to bury a few beggar chickens in the charcoal fire as long as they camped in the next journey.

After everyone finished eating the skewers and beggar's chicken, the camping came to an end.The guards, who were covered in the smell of fireworks, took off their clothes and went straight to the river to take a bath. The cool river water took away the sweat on their bodies and relieved the fatigue of the journey.The guards had a good time washing in the river, but Ji Song and the two dared not do so.

Ji Song's legs are recovering, so if he went down the river, he might not be able to get up again.And Yan Xining firmly believes that only bathing in hot water can sterilize, disinfect and absorb sweat.

It can only be said that Yan Xining packed things meticulously, taking every aspect into consideration.He brought a shallow bathtub, as long as a brick is placed under the bathtub, and warm water is added to the bathtub, a hot bath can be taken.

Ji Song turned his back to the direction of the door curtain, listening to the sound of water coming from the carriage, his ears turned slightly red.Thinking of the scene where Aning rubbed his back just now, his face burned badly.

After a while, Yan Xining got out of the carriage, his hair was wet, and his whole body exuded the scent of bath beans: "Okay, we can rest now."

Being away from home is not like being at home, without a comfortable bed or an ice bucket.Fortunately, Yan Xining brought a gauze curtain, which saved him and Ji Song from being bitten by mosquitoes.

Yan Xining straightened the car, he tidied up the carriage and spread out mattresses and mats.He is not used to sleeping on a hard board bed, and it would be more comfortable to put on a mattress.However, it will feel warmer if you put a mattress on it.

The remaining bonfire made a slight burning sound outside the car, and the peripheral light fell on the roof of the car through the car window.Yan Xining lay with his head facing the rear of the car. It was strange to say that he was exhausted after driving all day, but he didn't feel sleepy at all right now.

It must be because the weather is too hot, plus they ate so much mutton tonight, and there is no ice bucket in their car... Yan Xining raised his hand and fanned it: "It's so hot, it would be great if there was an ice bucket. "

Ji Song's voice came from the side: "Tomorrow we will try our best to rest in the town, so let's be patient for now."

After Ji Song finished speaking, Yan Xining suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind coming from Ji Song.He squinted his eyes and saw Ji Song was lying on his side facing him, holding a folding fan in his hand, fanning the wind leisurely.

Yan Xining was overjoyed: "Hey? Where did you get the folding fan?"

Ji Song said: "I got it from Ji Liu yesterday." Ji Liu has a basket full of fans, each of which is expensive by a famous artist.In Ji Lu's hands, the fan is his standard equipment for showing off, but when it comes to Ji Song, the fan has returned to its essence - fanning the wind.

When chatting with Ji Ling yesterday, Ji Song asked Ji Ling for a folding fan, and just as he expected, this fan came in handy now.

Yan Xining sniffed the fragrance, "Well, it's Ji Liu's fan."

With Ji Song's fan blowing, Yan Xining's hot body was relieved a lot. At this moment, he remembered something important: "By the way, Rong Chuan, I almost forgot. Yesterday, Xiao Qi..."

Ji Song lowered his voice: "A-Ning, keep your voice down." Although there are guards on duty all around, it is inevitable that there are ears behind the walls.

Yan Xining hastily lowered his voice, and he said softly: "Yesterday, Xiao Qi told me that he remembered where he had seen Cang Feng. He said that he had seen Cang Feng in Ji Yu's mansion. Talk to the tall man. Tell me, is it possible that the tall man is Xiao Ling? "

Ji Song paused for a while, but after a while he continued to shake the fan unhurriedly: "A-Ning, thank you for telling me the news. Leave this matter alone for now, I will deal with it."

He still has some people in the capital, although on the surface he went to Liangzhou to stay away from the fight, but he actually turned from the bright side to the dark side.He has sent someone to keep an eye on Ji Yu, and if there is any change in Ji Yu, the brothers will tell him in time.As long as Xiao Ling is still in Beijing, as long as he has contact with Ji Yu, they will show their feet sooner or later.

Only then did Yan Xining feel relieved, and he moved towards Ji Song: "Songsong, what will you do if you really find out that Xiao Ling has a connection with Ji Yu?"

He had already seen Ji Yu's cruelty, and Ji Liang was covered in blood by him, and Ji Song's leg might have something to do with him.The so-called biting dogs don't bark, and Ji Yu is hiding in the dark just to make a move.

In the darkness, Ji Song's eyes were as bright as cold stars, and he paused every word: "If Ji Yu really harmed me, I will ask him to pay in blood."

He couldn't bear to deal with Emperor Pingyuan, so couldn't he deal with Ji Yu?

Hearing what Ji Song said, Yan Xining smiled: "That's good, that's good. I'm just worried that Ji Yu is too cunning, and I'm afraid you will be tricked by him..."

With a thought in Ji Song's mind, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and his heart beat quickly.He really likes how Aning is worried about him, and how he is lying quietly in his arms.He wanted to... kiss his princess.

Before the words finished, Yan Xining's voice gradually dropped, and when he looked up, he found Ji Song's eyes met.The two were so close, Yan Xining could feel Ji Song's hot breath hitting his cheeks and neck.For a moment, his breathing became faster and his heart beat faster.

He and Ji Song had been arguing for a long time, and he could clearly see what Ji Song had done for him during this time.It's funny to say, he hasn't even talked about love for so many years in modern times, but God sent him a husband-in-law when he arrived in Chuliao.Although nothing happened between him and Ji Song, according to their ultimate goal, sooner or later they will cross that step.

The guards outside the carriage were talking in low voices, Yan Xining's ears were ringing inside the carriage, he could feel the heat from Ji Song's body and the scent of bath beans.He saw Yin Ren in Ji Song's eyes, and as a man, he knew exactly what that meant.

Ji Song leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "A-Ning, can I kiss you?"

In the dark, Yan Xining's face was scorching hot, his body was weak, afraid of alarming the guards outside, he responded in a low voice: "Mmm..."

He also wanted to know the taste of kissing.

In fact, Ji Song had kissed him before. On the day Ji Song had the operation, he suddenly hugged and kissed himself before entering the operating room.That kiss directly stunned him, and made him realize that he could no longer escape.

Ji Song's lips landed on Yan Xining's, and it was as fleeting as a dragonfly's touch on water.Ji Song leaned forward to support Yan Xining's sides, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

Yan Xining knew what Ji Song meant, as well as her own feelings.He doesn't hate Ji Song kissing him, there is something different between the two touching.His body was expecting something too.

Yan Xining didn't respond directly to Ji Song, he just stretched out his hand and hugged Ji Song's neck from bottom to top.Long and dense hair leaked from Ji Song's back, and some fell on his neck, itching, making him want to shrink his neck unconsciously.

But before he could shrink his neck, Ji Song smiled and lowered his head.This time their lips were pressed together for a longer time.Yan Xining closed his eyes involuntarily, and he remembered a funny thing: it turns out that noses don't touch each other when kissing.

It was also the first time for Ji Song in terms of feelings.It was the first time he met the person he was attracted to, and seeing his every move, every frown and smile, his heart almost melted.Putting Yan Xining in his arms now, he felt an unprecedented joy.

The bath beans that Ah Ning used on her body were jasmine-scented. It was obviously the same bath beans that she used, but his smell was particularly good.Ji Song lowered his head and touched Yan Xining's forehead to the tip of his nose: "Ah Ning..."

The third kiss was not as gentle as the first two, this time the kiss was like a storm.Ji Song attacked the city, and after a kiss, both of them were out of breath, especially Yan Xining's body was so weak that he couldn't move.

Yan Xining's eyes were blurred and his breath was uneven: "So this is the kiss..." It was so exciting, he felt that his body was not his own.

Ji Song hugged his concubine tenderly, and whispered in Aning's ear: "A Ning, I like you..."

Yan Xining's heart was beating violently, he really wanted to tell Ji Song that he also started to like him.But before he could open his mouth, Ji Song kissed him again, this kiss made him feel all kinds of dirty.His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he broke out in sweat unconsciously.

He didn't know when he fell asleep that night. He only knew that when he was drowsy, there was a fragrant wind coming into his ears: "A Ning, please sleep in my dream tonight, and please let me sleep in my dream." I am in your dream."

Maybe it's because they ate too much mutton, or maybe it's because they kissed Ji Song.Yan Xining had a charming dream. After waking up from the dream, he squatted by the river with a blushing face and rubbed his underwear.

The smell of fireworks came from the campsite in the early morning. Yan Xining followed the smell and saw that the cook, Lao Zhang, had built a stove by the river.Seeing that Yan Xining was awake, Lao Zhang smiled brightly: "Princess, are you awake? Today I will have mutton soup for breakfast and I will have potstickers and pancakes. I will bring them to you later."

Yan Xining smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Lao Zhang." Lao Zhang's craftsmanship is good, especially the potstickers, which are fragrant and crispy, and he can eat three at a time.The mutton soup made by Lao Zhang is also delicious. I remember that when he first arrived at Wenzhang Garden, Lao Zhang gave them mutton soup, and Bai Tao even licked the bowl clean.

But Lao Zhang suddenly stopped: "Princess, are you angry? Why is your mouth swollen? Take a quick look, it's not only swollen, but also a bit torn. It seems that you can't drink mutton soup anymore. How about it? How about making some white porridge and two salted duck eggs for you?"

Yan Xining: ...

He touched his lips and his face was burning hotly: "It's time to work."

Everyone has mutton soup to drink, but Yan Xining can only drink porridge.Yan Xining poked the duck egg yolk and looked at Ji Song resentfully. He blamed Ji Song. Now the whole team knew that he got angry from eating mutton.In fact, he didn't get angry at all, and he also wanted to eat mutton soup.

Taking advantage of no one watching, Ji Song quickly stuffed a mouthful of mutton into Yan Xining's mouth: "It's my fault, I must pay attention tonight."

Yan Xining rolled his eyes, he turned his back to Ji Song, but the blush at the tips of his ears had already betrayed him.

After everyone finished their breakfast and Yan Ke and the others packed up the camp, the convoy continued to move westward.Because they missed their schedule yesterday, they had to speed up their pace today, or else they would have to sleep in the wilderness again tonight.

Not long after we set off, the sun rose so high that the bright sun shone on the earth, making the leaves wilt.The carriage became an oven and Yan Xining had nowhere to hide. Even though the curtains on the carriage were pulled open, Yan Xining still lay down straight.

Ji Song fanned Yan Xining with a fan: "Be patient, let's take a rest under the shade of a tree."

Yan Xining's eyes were empty: "Songsong, have you ever seen a sun-dried earthworm?"

Ji Song was stunned by this wild question: "Earthworm?"

Yan Xining said weakly: "Long, sun-baked. Just like me..."

Ji Song couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't talk nonsense, you won't die in the sun. Why don't you eat a few mouthfuls of watermelon? The watermelon is still cool." If his soldiers were as delicate as Ah Ning, he would have been served by military law long ago.But seeing Ah Ning's lack of energy, Ji Song could only worry, but couldn't help him with anything.

There was a bucket in front of the carriage, and the watermelon that should have been eaten last night was soaked in the water.As the carriage rolled, the watermelon rolled in the bucket.Yan Xining took a look at the lines on the watermelon, and felt that her eyes were getting more dizzy.

He hummed: "I want an ice bucket." If there is no ice bucket, it is okay to give him a popsicle.

But the mountain road is rugged, and the conditions become more difficult as you go west. How can it be possible to produce ice out of thin air?

Suddenly Yan Xining had a flash of light in his mind, and he sat up abruptly: "Yes, why not make ice?" He is a modern person, doesn't he really have any golden fingers?

Yan Xining suddenly became energetic: "Songsong, do you know about saltpeter?"

Saltpeter is an off-white crystal with a glass luster and is easily soluble in water. It is one of the important raw materials for making gunpowder.The most important thing is that when saltpeter dissolves in water, it will absorb a lot of heat. In Yan Xining's impression, ancient people could use saltpeter to make ice.

He once came into contact with saltpeter when doing physics experiments, but because the amount of saltpeter given by the teacher was not enough, the whole class failed to make ice cubes.But he remembered that after the saltpeter was dissolved in water, the temperature of the test tube dropped significantly.

Yan Xining's eyes lit up: "We can use saltpeter to make ice."

Ji Song frowned slightly: "Saltpeter? Ice making?" Isn't Aning confused?All he knew was that saltpeter was a common stone that was often used to make fireworks.How can a rock that can make fireworks be able to make ice?

Yan Xining said firmly, "That's right, as long as I have enough saltpeter, I can make ice cubes."

Seeing Yan Xining's confidence, Ji Song said: "There should be saltpeter in the town ahead, let's go and buy some."

Saltpeter is not common in Chu and Liao, and saltpeter can only be bought in towns where fireworks are made.Coincidentally, there happened to be a workshop for making fireworks in the town ahead, and Ji Song thought that he should be able to find the saltpeter that Aning needed there.

The carriage arrived in the town quickly, and within a short while Yan Ke bought back the saltpeter that Yan Xining needed.Hearing that the princess was going to use saltpeter to make ice, Yan Ke squatted at the door of the carriage and looked at him eagerly.

Yan Xining saw a sack of saltpeter for the first time, seeing Yan Ke and the others looking forward to it, he was a little stressed.

Yan Xining carried the watermelon soaking barrel into the carriage, and it happened that there was more than half of the water in the barrel, so he added saltpeter into the barrel little by little.He prepared a small copper pot, and there was half a pot of clean water in the copper pot.He put the copper pot in the wooden barrel, and as the amount of saltpetre added to the wooden barrel gradually increased, a coolness spread from the wooden barrel.

Ji Song reached out and touched the side of the barrel, then raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's really cold."

Yan Ke also felt the same way, Yan Ke nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, the subordinates feel the coolness at the door." This is really not his illusion, he thinks the wind blowing from the carriage is cool.

Yan Xining added saltpeter to the wooden barrel with a small copper spoon. He said seriously, "Saltpeter is poisonous. The ratio of saltpeter to water should be one to one, so that the water in the copper pot can freeze."

Although saltpeter can be reused, as long as the water in which the saltpeter is melted is boiled, the saltpeter can be re-extracted.However, when extracting nitrate, gunpowder smoke will be produced, and the process is quite complicated.

The method of making ice with saltpeter is troublesome, and the ice produced is not much, and the cooling time is not long.But in the hot summer, even a gust of cool wind is good.

Ji Song stared at the copper pot with burning eyes. At this time, the exposed part of the copper pot had already condensed a layer of water vapor. He said in a warm voice, "It's okay as long as it works."

There are saltpeter mines in the mines in the south of Liangzhou, and the saltpeter mined before that was transported to various towns in Chu and Liao for fireworks.Now that saltpeter can be used to make ice cubes, the role of saltpeter ore has increased.

You must know that in the hot summer, only rich and noble families can use ice, and ordinary people dare not even think about it, let alone soldiers stationed on the frontier.Ji Song remembered that one summer the weather was unbearably hot, he led the soldiers to win the battle, and Emperor Pingyuan sent ten carts of ice to the Chiling Army, and the soldiers who got the ice were happier than eating meat in the New Year.

On the night when there were ice cubes, the soldiers had a good night's sleep.If Aning really made ice, the soldiers of Chu Liao would no longer have to endure the scorching heat, and they would be able to sleep soundly every night.

After a while, Yan Xining glanced at the copper pot, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Look, there's ice!" As he spoke, he scooped a spoon from the copper pot with a clean spoon, and there was indeed a shallow layer of ice in the spoon.

Yan Xining stretched out the spoon in front of Ji Song, and the transparent ice flakes in the copper spoon were immersed in the cold water.Ji Song stretched out his hand to pinch the piece of ice, the coolness in his palm made him very excited, after repeated confirmation, Ji Song smiled: "It's ice."

Yan Ke smiled from ear to ear: "Great, master, this is really great! Princess, you are so amazing!" With this prescription, brothers will never be covered with prickly heat in the hot summer. .

It's a pity that the palm is hot, and the thin ice quickly melted into water in the hand.Ji Song was reluctant to let the ice water fall on the ground, he lowered his head and drank the ice water in his palm, and then he commented: "It's very cool, even cooler than ice cream."

Yan Xining fished out more crushed ice from the copper pot, and he distributed the crushed ice to Ji Song and Yan Ke: "It's a pity that this bit of ice won't last long on the carriage, it will melt soon." Feeling the coolness makes people feel more comfortable.

Ji Song already had a plan in mind, Ah Ning used a wooden barrel to make crushed ice, if a house dedicated to making ice was built in Liangzhou, wouldn't it make more ice?

Ji Song gave Yan Ke a look, Yan Ke understood, and he carried the saltpeter to the carriage behind.After a while, a white pigeon flew out of the rearmost compartment and galloped towards the northwest.

There was a bucket filled with saltpeter in the carriage, and after closing the doors and windows, the carriage quickly cooled down, and of course the light in the carriage also dimmed.The cool compartment was filled with the fragrance of watermelon, and Yan Xining ate the sweet watermelon contentedly. Sure enough, there should be air conditioning and watermelon in summer.

Just as Yan Xining was gnawing on the watermelon, he suddenly felt a scorching stare. He turned his head and saw Ji Song looking at him hotly.Yan Xining stopped eating melons: "What... what's wrong?"

Ji Song leaned out in the direction of Yan Xining, and with both hands, he transferred himself from the wheelchair to the plinth.In the next moment, Yan Xining was caught off guard by Ji Song and pinned down on the plinth.

Yan Xining was a little dazed while holding the watermelon: "The melon fell...uh..."