Great Tang Dynasty

Chapter 356 Dried Persimmons
Qin Tian didn't know how he fooled it.

Anyway, when we finished talking about this topic, Qin Tian's forehead was already covered with sweat.

He always felt that he was quite capable of speaking, but what happened today, his reaction was a bit slow.

Maybe this topic is too sensitive.

As a descendant, I am not as good as Li Yuan.

Fortunately, this topic finally came to an end, and it wasn't until this time that Li Yuan gave Qin Tian a persimmon.

"Eat it, I still have one or two hundred catties of this stuff here, but I have only cooked these few, and the rest may not be cooked well in winter, and it will not taste good. It's a pity, it's a pity, I I still like to eat persimmons."

Persimmons are red and pretty, and they taste sweet, like eating honey. Old people like Li Yuan still like to eat them.

Of course, the most important thing is that there are few of these things, and the royal special offerings naturally appear to be precious and extraordinary.

Qin Tian was peeling a persimmon, when he heard this, he suddenly remembered the persimmons eaten by later generations, so he quickly said: "My lord, why don't you make these persimmons into persimmons, so that you can eat them even in winter, and Persimmons taste sweeter."

"Persimmons?" Li Yuan asked puzzled, "Is the persimmon compressed into a cake shape?"

Qin Tian shook his head: "Of course not. Persimmons are more cumbersome to make. They need to be peeled first, then dried, and then..."

Just as he was talking, Li Yuan waved his hands impatiently: "You don't need to tell me such details, I will send someone to send you some later, you just need to make the persimmon cakes for me."

As an emperor, Li Yuan is not interested in how to make persimmons, as long as he can eat persimmons in winter.

Qin Tian was stunned, but he didn't continue talking. He lowered his head and stuffed the persimmon into his mouth. The sweet taste of the persimmon lingered in his mouth for a long time. It was really rare and delicious.

Qin Tian has not tasted this kind of sweetness for a long time.

Datang has very little sugar, and even if there is, it is not particularly sweet. Although Qin Tian doesn't particularly like sweets, he still misses the sweet taste occasionally.

And only today's persimmon gave him a taste of that sweet taste.

Qin Tian was a little intoxicated, Li Yuan curled his lips, thinking that he looked like he had never seen the world, a persimmon, what about this?
"Cough cough..."

Li Yuan coughed twice, and Qin Tian finally came to his senses.

"After you go back, first show me the medicine you mentioned, I'm curious."

Qin Tian quickly responded, and after saying a few more words, he left the palace.

Not long after leaving the palace, Li Yuan sent someone to bring over a cart of persimmons, weighing about a hundred catties. These persimmons were half-ripe and could not be eaten for the time being. Qin Tian found some riper ones and some apples. Put them together to accelerate the ripening, and then start making persimmons.

After all, persimmons are rare, and he wanted to save a few for Xiaodie and the others to taste.

And the best kind of persimmons are ripe, they taste sweet, although persimmons are also sweet, but the taste is not so good.

The production of persimmons is relatively cumbersome. It is necessary to peel off the skin of persimmons and then dry them. When drying, they must be placed on bamboo mats to ensure ventilation from top to bottom.

The persimmons are dried in the sun, and after the inside of the persimmons are almost softened, they can be backlogged and made into persimmons.

However, drying also takes a lot of time, so Qin Tian started to make that kind of medicine for Li Yuan while drying.

There are many kinds of these things, Qin Tian has more than a dozen kinds in his mind, but some of them are domineering, but they can cause great harm to the body.

Some have little harm to the body, and the effect is not very high.

After looking around like this, I found something called Shengyang Pill, which did little harm to the body and had good effect, but the cost of the medicine was a bit high.

But the food for Li Yuan should be higher.

Qin Tian can only suffer from this loss.
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Recently, Chang'an City has been very lively, whether it is soap or bean sprouts, it has caused a sensation in Chang'an City.

In comparison, Li Shimin, who was practicing in the imperial Taoist temple, was relatively boring.

There is nothing exciting to see in the Taoist temple. On weekdays, he either walks casually in the Taoist temple, or copies inscriptions in his room to pray for his mother.

For Li Shimin, this was a torment.

In the past, he rode the horse and raised the whip, how happy, but now he can only stay in the Taoist temple, living a life of pure heart and asceticism.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, let alone drink.

The dishes in the Taoist temple are always so single, which makes him a bit unbearable.

At noon that day, he called the Taoist priest Chongxu over.

"Don't you have any other dishes here?"

Daoist Chongxu was thin, and after taking a look at Li Shimin, he said, "Your lord has suffered, let's replace him with other dishes immediately."

"What kind of food?"

"Fried bean sprouts."

Hearing fried bean sprouts, Li Shimin frowned slightly: "Aren't you using me for entertainment? What kind of bean sprouts are there in this season?"

Daoist Chongxu looked aggrieved, and said: "My lord, there really are bean sprouts made by Qin Tian. Now many people in Chang'an City eat them. Our Taoist temple also bought a lot of them."

Hearing that it was Qin Tian who sent the bean sprouts, Li Shimin suddenly dispelled his doubts. If it was someone else, he still wouldn't believe it, but Qin Tian, ​​nothing is impossible.

But after hearing Daoist Chongxu's words, Li Shimin suddenly became unhappy again.

"You Taoist temple bought it, why didn't you give it to me earlier?"

"This... I'm afraid the prince won't like it."

Li Shimin was so angry that he wanted to tease people. For such a long time, he hadn't changed his dishes. Now Daoist Chongxu actually said that he didn't like it. Is his brain a pig's brain?
"Hurry up and do it for me."

The current Li Shimin didn't bother to get angry with Daoist Chongxu, anyway, his time here was about to end, so there was no need to cause trouble because of this, or he might lose all his achievements.

Daoist Chongxu retreated in a hurry, and after a while, a portion of fried bean sprouts, two steamed buns and a bowl of soup were brought to Li Shimin.

This can be said to be the standard equipment for Li Shimin here. Although he is a prince, since he wants to pray for blessings, he must abide by the rules here.

The fried bean sprouts were brightly colored. Li Shimin tasted it, it was very hot and sour, and it tasted like steamed buns. He ate up two white and soft steamed buns within a few mouthfuls.

"Bring two more steamed buns to me, you are really stingy. Didn't my court give you money on weekdays?"

Li Shimin was unhappy, and soon someone brought him some steamed buns.

This meal was the most comfortable meal Li Shimin had eaten since he came to the Royal Taoist Temple. He never thought that fried bean sprouts could be so delicious.

(End of this chapter)