Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 674

Chapter 674 Advance

"Let the meat stay in it for a while, and eat it when it's cooked."

Feng Yong gave another order.

Although many people say that mutton boiled is a umami taste, but Feng Yong would rather wait for it to be fully cooked before eating.

Otherwise, in the future, parasites and bacilli can be treated with surgery, which is impossible in this era.

Maybe Hua Tuo can cure it, but Hua Tuo's apprentice obviously doesn't have this medical skill.

Zhang Xingyi put it in it obediently for a while, and then asked carefully, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, dip the meat in the juice and try it."

Feng Yong watched Zhang Xingyi put the meat into his mouth, and asked, "How is it? Does it suit your taste?"

Zhang Xingyi didn't answer. After swallowing, he picked up another piece of meat and put it into the hot pot, "Let me try another piece."

Looking at her, she cooked several pieces of meat in a row, and her eyes turned into crescent moons. Only then did they know that they were tricked by her.

Guan Ji was about to move her chopsticks, but Feng Yong had already put a piece of hot cooked meat into the seasoning bowl in front of her, "Taste it quickly, Mr. Xi."

Then someone kicked under the table.

After sitting upright, he took the opportunity to glance at the opposite side, and saw that the crescent moon had been turned into almond eyes, and his little cheeks were bulging, and he didn't know how much meat was stuffed in his mouth.

It seems very dissatisfied to be shown affection.

"Cough, Si Niang, you can also try this red oil soup. This is red oil boiled with Li peppers, which can keep out the cold. Mutton is also a warming and tonic food. It is just right to eat the two together."

Feng Yong coughed dryly.

"No, I just like this clear soup."

Zhang Xingyi snorted, and put a few pieces of meat into the clear soup pot in a demonstration.

Guan Ji smiled and said, "This family banquet is originally prepared for Si Niang, so you can eat whatever you like, don't worry about your brother-in-law."

She said so, but she was not slow on hand, and put the meat in the red oil soup.

Feng Yong resented, and told Amei, "Go get me a bowl of rice."

Eating hot pot is a bit bad. Without staple food, I always feel that I have no foundation in my stomach and cannot resist hunger.

Originally wanted to ask a few people if they wanted staple food, but seeing that the three women were all eating their chopsticks like flying, and their eyes were only on the gurgling hot pot soup, he stopped asking for trouble.

Although Li Mu has been silent, it is obvious that the red oil soup is very suitable for her taste. Except for the first time I saw her put the meat in the clear soup pot, the rest are all red oil soup.

Sure enough, she is an authentic Sichuan girl.

Feng Yong ate quickly, finished the rice in two or three strokes, and finished a large plate of mutton. He got up and said, "Eat slowly."

Although the three girls seemed to be having a good time eating, they were worried about Feng Yong's presence, especially Li Mu, who always covered his mouth with his hands when eating, and ate in small bites, pretending to be a lady.

He chewed quickly, and the chopsticks were not slow at all.

Seeing that Feng Yong was worried for her.

Called Ah Mei to go out, and went back to the backyard, then said to her, "There are still two washed hot pots in the kitchen, take them to my room to light up the fire."

"You can also see how I did it before, and you can do what you want to eat yourself." He hiccupped and patted his stomach, "Madam, I don't need you to wait on me."

Seeing that she was still hesitant, she urged, "Go, what are you doing?"

Amei whispered, "But my lord, it's made of gold, how dare the servant girl use such things?"

"Gold what gold? Copper is copper, return gold?" Feng Yong waved his hand impatiently, "Is there a little copper in the house? Go, it's very annoying!"

Drive Ah Mei away, go back to the house, and feel very warm as soon as I sit on the kang. When it's warm in winter, I just want to doze off, and when I doze off, I want to sleep...

Having half-lyed and squinted for an unknown amount of time, it felt as if someone had climbed onto the kang, it should be Guan Ji.

Slept soundly, didn't bother to open his eyes, and muttered, "Finish?"

Before the visitor could answer, a burst of hot pot-flavored fragrance came to the nostrils.

It's just the taste, why doesn't it seem right?

Feng Yong sniffed again, only to hear someone say softly, "Well, my concubine has never eaten this kind of food, so I am a little full, thank you Alang."

"Thank you for what I do? This is for Si Niang..."

Speaking of this, the confusion in my mind finally disappeared, and I finally knew what was wrong.

Feng Yong got up in a jerk, and shrank into the kang, "Si Niang, why did you come up?"

"Seeing that Alang is sleeping soundly, but there is nothing to cover, so I want to cover Alang with a blanket."

Zhang Xingyi raised the blanket in his hand, ready to move it over.

Feng Yong glanced at the door, sweating on his forehead, "Don't make trouble, Si Niang, the door is open, if San Niang comes in and sees it, it will be troublesome."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Xingyi pushed him into a corner, licked his lips, "Sister is still talking to Li Mu in the front yard, will she be back soon?"

Seeing that Feng Yong was still talking, Zhang Xingyi's face darkened, "I'm not cowardly, if you do this again, I'll yell!"

Shout?

The sweat on Feng Yong's forehead has already started to flow down.

"Amei is in the next room!"

"Hmph, give her ten guts, how dare she talk nonsense?" Zhang Xingyi showed no fear, "Don't be wordy! Just for a while!"

Feng Yong didn't dare to move again.

Then it was full of hot pot flavor.

After being gentle for a while, Zhang Xingyi said quietly, "I also know Alang's difficulties, and sometimes I don't want to let go. It's just that I can't do it!"

Having said that, she turned around and bit Feng Yong's arm hard.

Severe pain came, Feng Yong dared not say a word.

"Does it hurt?"

"Pain?"

"It's right that it hurts, and the concubine feels the same pain in her heart."

Zhang Xingyi shrinks back, "But every time I think of Alang's love for my concubine, I think the pain is worth it. Alang, I want to..."

Feng Yong shook his body and subconsciously glanced at the door.

"I want the secret hot pot recipe that Alang made for my concubine."

"Okay, I'll write to you now."

Zhang Xingyi is not a person who doesn't know the importance. Knowing that Sister Guan will come back at any time, she reluctantly got down from the kang and laid the paper for Feng Yong with her own hands.

The process of hot pot is not complicated, and it can be written clearly in three or two strokes.

Zhang Xingyi folded the paper, put it in his arms, and said softly, "Thank you, Lang, but I will take care of everything that Lang gives to my concubine."

"It's not something to keep secret."

Feng Yong felt that she was making a fuss out of a molehill.

"This hot pot is naturally not something to keep secret, but what about the Peach Blossom Fu? Doesn't Alang want to keep it a secret?"

Zhang Xingyi's eyes were even more tender.

"What peach blossom gift?"

Feng Yong thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of any peach blossom poems he had written, so he thought to himself, maybe someone wrote something in my name?

Zhang Xingyi approached him again, and said softly, "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people complement each other. I don't know where the faces are going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

When Feng Yong heard this, the body of the tiger, the body of the porpoise, and the body of the dog suddenly shook!

"How did Si... Si Niang know this poem?"

Then Feng Yong recalled a strange incident back then.

When I went to the Qin Mansion, I just met Du Zhen, and that guy didn't even say hello to me, and just covered his face and ran away.

The original root is here.

Zhang Xingyi did not answer, but read again, "I was born before you, and I am already old when you were born..."

The dog's body shakes again!

Ma Dazui, I shouldn't have saved you!

It doesn't matter if you die of illness directly in prison, or beheaded by the prime minister, it's better than being cheated by you now!

Why Siniang is so affectionate towards me, now I finally know the answer.

At this moment, only the sound of footsteps could be heard outside, Guan Ji walked in hurriedly, seeing the two of them in the room, she was taken aback for a moment, and her face became a little strange.

"Sister, I'm asking my brother-in-law for the secret recipe of hot pot." Zhang Xingyi raised the paper in his hand, giggling, "In the future, at the pasture in Hanzhong, there will inevitably be cows falling to their deaths."

Guan Ji's face relaxed now, and she smiled, "Let's do less evil, there are a lot of sheep in the pasture, so it's good to eat mutton."

She said this to Zhang Xingyi, and then immediately said to Feng Yong, "Ah Lang, hurry to the front hall, Uncle Zhao is here."

"Uncle Zhao?" Feng Yong's first reaction was the old housekeeper who stayed behind at Jincheng Zhuangzi, "I didn't ask him to come here! Could something have happened to Zhuangzi?"

"It's Old General Zhao!"

Feng Yong was shocked, and hurriedly walked out, "Why did General Zhao come over suddenly? And no one came to notify in advance!"

"Put on this coat first, it's cold outside."

Guan Ji followed behind to catch up, and while putting on Feng Yong's coat, she said, "Looking at Uncle Zhao's expression, it doesn't look like there is something urgent, but he came here suddenly for some reason."

Back to the hall in the front yard, I saw Mr. Zhao sitting at the table with a big horse, and Li Mu was waiting carefully, helping to pour the whole plate of meat into the hot pot.

The table looked like it had been tidied up, and a table was rearranged specially for the old man.

Master Zhao didn't even look at Feng Yong, he just stared at the steaming hot pot, and said, "Here you are?"

As if he is the master here.

Before Feng Yong could answer, the old man ordered Li Mu again, "Go get some more meat, it's not enough for your teeth."

Li Mu didn't dare to neglect, and trotted out to get ready.

"Sit, what are you doing standing there?"

Zhao Yun pointed to the chair beside him.

"Oh, okay, sit."

Feng Yong came back to his senses and sat down beside Zhao Yun.

Li Mu came back soon, holding a big basin with meat sticking out in his hand, and complimented, "In ancient times, Lian Po, when he was old, he could still eat buckets of rice, ten catties of meat, and mount a horse in armor."

"Old General Huwei, Lianpo's food is not bad, he drove from Jicheng to Pingxiang, but he didn't look tired, he was better than Lianpo."

Zhao Yun laughed, pointed at Li Mu, "I know you, you are that so-and-so from Nanxiang?"

"The concubine is from the Li family, and her single name is Mu."

Li Mu is very knowledgeable.

"Yes, that's Mrs. Mu from Nanxiang!"

Zhao Yun kept laughing, "She's a heroine that even men can't help themselves to, it's not easy!"

"Thank you, old general, for your compliment."

Li Mu gave a slight blessing with a humble smile on his face.

Zhao Yun turned his head and glanced at Feng Yong, "You really have eyes!"

ah? What do you mean?

Feng Yong subconsciously looked at Li Mu, just in time to meet Li Mu's gaze.

I saw her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head a little shyly.

"Master...cough, old general, this..."

"It's alright, alright, why don't I just say a few words to your Mrs. Ru? Look at your worthless appearance!"

"You and Erlang are close brothers. As an elder, is this considered rude?"

Zhao Yun interrupted Feng Yong angrily, and waved to Li Mu, "Okay, let's go down. The old man will do it himself."

Li Mufu gave a blessing, and looked at Feng Yong shyly, then turned and left.

You should explain it, this is related to your reputation!

Feng Yong watched Li Mu go out helplessly.

Zhao Yun scooped up the cooked meat in the pot, put it in a bowl, dipped it twice, swallowed nearly half of the bowl of meat in a row, and then exhaled with satisfaction, nodded, "Your boy really knows how to enjoy himself."

"Eat well, use well, even if you pick someone like your wife, that's a top person."

The old man gave a thumbs up and gave a compliment.

"Old general, she is not my wife Ru."

Feng Yong tried feebly to defend himself.

"Get out! It's fine to deceive others with such words, but can you still use it to deceive this old man?" Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong contemptuously, "Is this old man blind?"

"If it's not your wife, then it's a maidservant? This is too much. This woman is no better than an ordinary woman, and she is not worthy of the main wife, but first give her the title of concubine, otherwise it will be too cold. gone."

Old Master Zhao taught the teacher emphatically, "In the future, if you make great contributions, you might be able to give her the status of a concubine, so that you can live up to her helping you take care of such a large property."

"Okay, okay, the old general is right."

Feng Yong dared not speak out against the old man's meddling in his backyard, "But I don't know that the old general came here suddenly this time, but what's urgent?"

Speaking of the business, Zhao Yun's face straightened, and then he boiled a lot of mutton, and then asked, "Didn't the prime minister ask you to write a letter to Li Feng? Did you write it?"

"It's been written, but I haven't had time to send it out yet."

Feng Yong was taken aback, before he had time to figure out how the old man knew about this, he had to explain it first.

"Just leave it to me when the time comes, and I'll deliver it for you."

Zhao Yun snorted and ate a large bowl of meat, sighed, "Unfortunately, there is no wine."

Can you speak well?

Feng Yong was full of complaints. The old guy's sudden arrival this time was obviously related to Li Yan's matter.

He had no choice but to get up, went outside to bring back a jar of honey wine, and told Guan Ji by the way to keep everyone away from the hall.

"You kid just doesn't have the same wink as Mrs. Ru, you have to tell me to come up with good things."

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he saw the wine jar, and he snatched it up and took a big sip before hiccupping, "This wine is good!"

"Old general, let's talk about business, business."

If I can't beat the old man, I really want to pick him up and question him.

"Okay, it's business." Zhao Yun took another big mouthful, and then said, "The Qianghu in Longxi, there may be some changes this winter, and I need you, the captain of the Qiang guard, to go there in person."

Feng Yong was startled, "Qianghu from Longxi?"

In the four counties of Longyou, the Qianghu in three counties have been suppressed and pacified. Only Longxi, because the territory is too large, and the big Han only controls the east.

So Feng Yong planned to save the Qianghu in Longxi until next year, but he didn't expect that something went wrong at this time.

"Yes." Zhao Yun nodded, "I got news that not only is there a drought in Longyou this year, but there is also a severe drought in Liangzhou. The Qianghu in Liangzhou will have a hard time this winter."

Feng Yong frowned, feeling a little regretful in his heart, "I was negligent. I should have thought of this earlier."

The ancients didn't know what low pressure and humid air came from the sea. Didn't they know the source of rainfall in Liangzhou?

On this point, I was indeed careless.

He was thinking about it when Zhao Yun took out another thing from his arms and handed it over, "I signed it before going to Longxi."

Feng Yong opened it inexplicably, and took a deep breath on the spot.

He looked at the door, then lowered his voice and read, "Impeach Li Yanshu?"

"at the end."

Zhao Yun pointed out.

Feng Yong's gaze fell to the end, and he saw the names of Zhao Yun, Deng Zhi, and Ma Dai signed on it.

"I wanted you to deliver the letter to Li Feng first, and then come to find you, but something happened in Longxi, so I had to let you know in advance."

Zhao Yun took another sip of wine, as if he was talking about a very common thing, "Longxi is too far away, and it's too cold this winter, and I won't be too lazy to run there to find you again."

"Originally you were not qualified to sign this, but because you wrote a letter to persuade Li Feng, so according to the prime minister's intention, you should also sign it."

Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong, slightly surprised, "You can hold your breath."

What do you know?

My fourth wife has already analyzed it with me.

(end of this chapter)

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