Chinese dining table

Chapter 21 Gentleman Food and Slave Food

It is to slowly blend in like this, like a drop of water falling into rivers, lakes and seas, like a starling mixed into a flock of starlings, like a white sheep mixed into a flock of white clouds.

Moisturizing things silently is the highest level of mixing in.

Today, Fangzheng, Liu Xiong, He Yuanshan and Zhang Gu Zhang An subconsciously think that he is from Tang Dynasty, which is already a great victory.

As a scribe from the eighth grade mark, the starting point is already very, very high, which is beyond Yunchu's expectation.

This is similar to the path he took a long time ago. Under the recommendation of chemistry teacher Liu Tiancheng, he also successfully worked as a clerk under a section chief from the eighth rank.

Considering the ratio of the number of officials in the Tang Dynasty to the number of officials in that era, the position of the scribe I have obtained now is much higher than the position of the scribe at that time.

After Zhang An settled Yunchu's residence, he left. Even though Yunchu asked for a meal appointment, Zhang An still refused.

As far as the current situation is concerned, people are still wary of him.

After looking at the place of residence, Yunchu was somewhat puzzled. The mulberry trees here are so huge that it is unbelievable!
Whether it is the trunk that cannot be hugged by two people, or the scars on the trunk, it proves that these mulberry trees have gone through a long period of time.

Kucha Town has always been a battleground for military strategists in the Western Regions. These mulberry trees are so close to the city, they could be used to make some engineering tools, but those people gave up stupidly. There should be some reasons that Yunchu didn't know.

What Fangzheng assigned to Yunchu was a small, dark house with a thatched roof. The windows were small, only one foot square, the threshold was high, and the lintel was very low. You had to bow your head to get in and out.

The earth wall is covered with golden yellow wheat husks, and there are also a lot of wheat straws, which may have been eroded by wind and rain for a long time. gold wire.

The windows are small to keep warm, the threshold is high to block the sand, and the lintel is low to facilitate defense.

The height of two meters indoors makes people not lively. In short, Yunchu doesn't like this kind of house at all.

So, he went to Menzi, who lived not far away, to borrow some tools to open the doors and windows wider.

Menzi is a crippled veteran, he looks very old, he shouldn't be too old, he can't be said to be old and dying just because he has white hair.

It is very common for people at this time to have gray hair at the age of 30, and it is not uncommon for someone to be a grandfather. Unlike the era he lived in before, a 30-year-old person still claimed to be a baby.

The veteran didn't seem to have any glorious past, his eyes were covered with gum, and his back was stooped without any heroism at all.

Yunchu asked him to borrow an axe, so he lent Yunchu a giant ax that opened the mountains.

The handle of the ax was a full two meters long, and a foot-long spike protruding from the head of the ax was rusty.

This makes this huge ax not only have the function of chopping, but also the ability of stabbing.

The entire ax weighed more than twenty kilograms, and the center of gravity was too far forward, making it very inconvenient to use.

I don't know which idiot would create such a waste and take it to the battlefield.

"This is my family heirloom!" The veteran muttered and spread his hands.

"Give me five hundred copper coins, and this thing will be yours."

Yunchu looked at the ornamentation on the axe, and felt that five hundred dollars was not expensive, and this kind of thing should be used by the guard of honor.

"I do not have money……"

Menzi rubbed his eyes, looked at Yunchu and said, "I owe you first." After speaking, he continued to sleep against the mulberry tree.

Yun Chu raised his big axe and went to work.

After a while, he opened a big window for himself, and the lintel was cut off. There was still time to weave a window for himself with soft mulberry strips, and extended a section of mulberry strips for the gate, so that he could opened a door.

After finishing these things, Yunchu looked at the eight-square-meter room with satisfaction and felt very warm. Although there was only one bed, one bed, and one futon, it was enough for him at present.

In the official offices of the Tang Dynasty, there were only two meals a day, the meal at ten o'clock in the morning was called morning food, and the meal at four o'clock in the afternoon was called evening food.

Yunchu missed the morning meal today, and when Menzi called for dinner, he was already very hungry.

Fangzheng, Liu Xiong, He Yuanshan, Zhang An, Xue Heyi, Li Chengyi, Chen Bo'an, and Yunchu are the main group of people who eat official food. As for the veterans, dumb grooms, and consumptive watchmen, they can only wait for the first eight people to eat. After finishing, eat if you have leftovers, and don’t eat if you don’t have leftovers.

The first eight people can receive money and food from the yamen, while the last three can only be said to be idle people who rely on the yamen for food.

Yunchu felt that he had taken advantage of it. After all, a person who didn't even know his household registration had a higher status than others as soon as he entered the door, which made him somewhat embarrassed.

Fangzheng saw Yunchu's cramped thoughts, so he held Yunchu who was restless and said, "You are a scholar!"

Yun Chu immediately sat down, no longer feeling restless.

As a scholar, one should have the consciousness of a scholar.

The theme of the meal at night is soup cakes, soup cakes are actually not pancakes, but noodles, because the person who cooks is Menzi whose eyes are covered with mucus, which makes Yunchu lose more than half of his appetite.

In addition, the soup of the soup cakes is mutton soup, and the top is covered with blood foam, which successfully killed the other half of Yunchu's appetite.

There are a lot of noodles in this pot of rice, and there are enough pieces of mutton, but it is so fishy and unpleasant that it is difficult to swallow.

Fangzheng's group of people ate happily, as if the food in the pot was a rare delicacy, only Yunchu looked at the rice bowl in front of him and sighed.

"Menzi's craftsmanship is good, try it!" Fangzheng thought that Yunchu was being polite, and enthusiastically pushed the rice bowl towards Yunchu. Now, the fishy smell in the rice bowl rushed into his nose, making his cheeks turn pale, and he almost turned pale. Vomit out.

"Not used to it?" He Yuanshan held a large piece of mutton with chopsticks, looked at the mutton, and then looked at Yunchu who was pale.

Yun Chu cupped his hands and said, "The food is good."

"Eat it if it's not bad!" Liu Xiong looked down on Yun Chu, a scholar who loves to cheat.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Yunchu turned off his sense of smell, taste and vision, and started to eat.

Yunchu started to train this ability when he was a baby, and he had practiced it to a great extent when he was five years old. He could eat without regard to the shape and taste of food, and he didn't continue until he was eight years old when he was able to cook for himself. I didn't expect to revisit this skill today.

Therefore, Yun Chu ate three bowls in a row, and he didn't want to give up even though his belly was bulging. The purpose of doing this was that after a while the sense of smell and taste recovered, even if he vomited, he could vomit a little longer.

When he was about to eat the fourth bowl, Fangzheng held down his rice bowl and said, "Don't torture yourself, if you know how to cook, just get the food and cook it yourself.

It seems that you really lived a life of luxury and food in the past. I really don't know how you survived the three years in the Cypriot tribe. "

Yun Chu beat his chest and laughed, "I'm so hungry, there's nothing I can't eat."

"Like the pot of soup cakes in front of you?"

Yunchu turned his head to look at the door of the soup pot all the time, the groom, the watchman nodded and said, "That's true."

He Yuanshan sneered and said, "There is no dragon liver and phoenix marrow here for you to eat."

Yunchu cupped his hands at He Yuanshan and said, "What Huzheng said is very true. The essence of mountains, rivers, and earth is a pot of soup. If you eat it, you can't eat it. You can climb to the fairyland with wings. The sky, resounding through the sky.

As for today's pot of soup cakes, the ingredients are actually not bad at all. Whether it's wheat noodles or mutton, they are all food that Yun has dreamed of in the past, but it's a pity that such high-quality ingredients are humiliated in the hands of slaves. "

He Yuanshan snorted and said, "What's the difference between a gentleman's food and a slave's food? There are restaurants opened by the Sui people four hundred steps away from the barracks. In terms of taste, it's not as good as Hou Sanzhi's food."

Yun Chu was not angry, and continued to cup his hands at He Yuanshan and said, "It's also wheat noodles and mutton. Tomorrow, Yun will invite Hu Zheng to taste what is a gentleman's food and what is a slave's food."

He Yuanshan said coldly: "You are not from the Tang Dynasty, what kind of gentleman and slave are you talking about!"

Yunchu laughed and said, "Whether I am from the Tang Dynasty or not, Huzheng knows it well. As for the gentleman's food and the slave's food, tomorrow will naturally tell. If you want to have a feast in your Wuzang Temple tomorrow, please put the ingredients in the cauldron early. Bring it."

After finishing speaking, Yunchu stood up, took his empty bowl and left the dining hall, when passing by the doorman Hou San, he took out a small handful of gold sand from his arms and put it in his hand, saying: "What I offended just now , please don’t mind, I just made a slip of the tongue in anger, words like slaves are just metaphors, not referring to you, this little gold dust should be apologetic.”

Hou San held Jinsha in his hand with a look of surprise, and said hastily: "I am a domestic slave abandoned by others, and there is nothing wrong with saying that I am a slave."

Yun Chu nodded with a smile, and walked away, quite like a gentleman.

Daguan ordered Fangzheng to drop the pottery bowl in his hand, and said to He Yuanshan with a smile: "I heard that capable people have some tempers, do you still suspect that he is not from Tang Dynasty?"

He Yuanshan shook his head and said: "He must be a descendant of the Tang people, but now I can't tell whether he is a prisoner or not!
After going back in the morning, I looked through the sea arrest documents from the pass, but there was no one that matched his age or appearance. "

Liu Xiong said with a smile on the side: "I don't doubt that he is a criminal prisoner, or the son of a criminal prisoner. As long as he is a criminal prisoner, the Western Region is so big, they will not deliberately deal with us."

He licked his lips while talking, and asked Fangzheng with some anticipation: "Guan Ling, you are also from a wealthy family. Is the gentleman's food that Yunchu said delicious?"

Liu Xiong's words immediately made Daguan Ling Fangzheng's eyes moist, and said in a low voice: "At home, grandma loves me the most. In the early morning, there must be a bowl of milk cheese sprinkled with soaked dried fruits. With honey..."

(End of this chapter)