Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 81
Although Baigan didn't pay for the reception, he respectfully accompanied the last seat, and ordered Bizhou's specialties for Fan Zheng by the way.

Shiitake mushrooms, white fungus, fungus, konjac.

Konjac should be one of its origins in the local area. It is recorded in Erya in the pre-Qin period, and has various aliases, such as konjac, flower snake, southern star head, snake head grass, gray grass, and mountain tofu.

Konjac itself is poisonous and needs to be processed before it can be eaten. It is forbidden to eat raw.

Of course, under the guidance of Bai Gan, Lu Yisheng bought enough of these four special products for Fan Zheng, and he did it.

Miss Du has a share, Fan Zheng's own family must have a share, and there is no need to think about the other, it must belong to Mrs. Fan's family.

After more than ten years of eating and drinking, at least I have to give it back once, right?
Li Yifu was very quiet, watching Fan Zheng and Bai Gan talking and laughing happily, watching Liu Yan and Hua Ming send topics without losing the opportunity, keeping the atmosphere warm, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

The two supervisors under him, apart from being able to shake a pen and talk about poetry, they can't even join in the show.

Thinking of this, Li Yifu hated his colleagues in the procuratorate even more.

Seeing what people order, why don't you dare to block Fan Zheng?
Tsk, why is this Bizhou local wine so sour!

Make vinegar!
With a master from a local powerful background, many things are convenient. Even the team of Zuo Tun Wei Yi Wei took the opportunity to prepare some food and grass.

Baigan recruited a guide for Fan Zheng. He was a guy who traveled to Baishi County and Nuoshui County all the year round. He didn't talk too much, but he was very familiar with the situation in Bizhou.

After a brief explanation by the guide, Fan Zheng realized that the entire Bizhou, that is, Baishi County, hangs alone in the northeast corner, and Nuoshui County and Guangna County coexist in the southwest corner, not far apart.

It's no wonder that the mountain beasts were so noisy that the Youhouwei sent out to suppress them, but Baishi County was not affected at all.

The whole Bizhou is within the area of ​​Micang Mountain and Daba Mountain. The roads are naturally not easy to walk, with high and low roads. Sometimes you can get above the clouds and mist, and sometimes you have to go around the valley.

Entering a relatively low-lying place, the guide pointed to the gradually filling rice on all sides and the slightly golden wheat on the mountainside, with a hint of pride on his face: "This is the best millet and bran in Nixi."

Fan Zheng vaguely understood that Bran Mai might be another name for wheat.

Nixi is probably the place name here.

The crackling sound was like a storm, Fan Zheng moved quickly, put on a bamboo hat, and Sa Yazi ran under the tree, all the people around him followed closely.

Li Yifu moved a little slower, and a hailstone the size of a pigeon egg hit his forehead, which instantly became red and swollen.

Hail comes and goes quickly, but the rice in the field has been smashed, and the production must be reduced.

Fan Zheng pointed at Li Yifu and made fun of him: "Brother Li is now a leader."

Li Yifu grinned, and felt a pain in the bump on his forehead.

Ci is a good word, but it is a bit strange to match the redness on the head.

The team of Wei Yiwei in Zuo Tun, about fifty people, still stood upright in the road.

Fan Zheng opened his mouth, wanting to ask Dui Zheng, does it hurt when the hail hits his body?
However, looking at the iron armor that people are wearing, forget about such stupid questions.

Curious at best, their horses didn't seem to mind the hail.

Fan Zheng, who was blind in the army, didn't know that Zuotun Wei Yiwei was wearing infantry armor and Shanwen armor, weighing about forty catties, and he really didn't care if the hail hit them.

You say face?
Oh, in the structure of the helmet, there is a part called the visor, which can be pulled down to reveal only the eyes and nostrils.

Turning around the Nixi River, it is a big bend. On the slightly steep mountain, there are hundreds of mountain fangs with buns, bare feet, and five-color clothes, old and young. Most of them are holding simple farm tools, wooden spears, and Install a grass-cutting knife with a handle up to two feet long.

On the sloping ground, there are really traces of hoeing.

The people in Shanliao were very nervous, and from time to time, words in Chinese language floated out, and the word "Youmian" was mentioned from time to time.

Some of the Zuo Tunwei held bows, and some held guns, ready to go, only looking at Fan Zheng's orders.

Since Shan Liao rebelled, killing is not a crime.

Fan Zheng shook his head slightly, telling Dui Zheng to just keep on guard.

As for the attack, the opponent didn't take the initiative to provoke, and Fan Zheng didn't want to kill without authorization.

A timid girl, wearing a faded double-breasted dress and cloth waistband, whipped out a bowl of food from a wok at the side, walked slowly in front of Fan Zheng, and smiled: "Soup soup."

The guide explained: "The food cooked with bran here is called soup."

Fan Zheng was about to take the bowl, but Sun Jiu was already ahead of him: "Forgive me, the censor, I am old and hungry quickly."

Sun Jiuxiao took half a bowl of soup into his stomach, and there was no abnormality, and Fan Zheng drank the rest.

Don't dislike unhygienic, in this era, this kind of treatment is not something that small people can enjoy. This is called eating first, and it is what the inner palace Shangshi next to Empress Changsun does.

The purpose is to prevent the enemy from poisoning.

Of course, if the pharmacist is so clever that the poison is only effective for the individual's physical fitness, then there is no point in eating it first.

Even knowing this rule, Sun Jiu has a lot of experience.

Fan Zheng finished eating the soup, cleaned the bowl, and slowly handed back the rough pottery bowl, the timidity on Sister Wazi's face gradually dissipated, she ran back with bare feet, the joy on her face could not be restrained.

In Sister Wazi's simple thinking, if she accepted the kindness she expressed, she probably wouldn't attack them, right?

A middle-aged man with his left lapel on, trousers up to his knees, barefoot, and dressed in black, pulled by his sister, came to Fan Zheng with bare hands and saluted with his hands crossed reluctantly.

"The mountain yoke is more fragrant, I have seen the official."

According to the habits of later generations, this name is a bit weird, but in ancient times, it was normal for a man's name to contain fragrance, fragrance, and beauty.

Fan Zheng snorted: "Is this opening up wasteland?"

Pan Gengxiang nodded, and said in a slightly awkward accent, "I can't help it, I have to live! I can't live by fighting every day."

Fan Zheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Pan Gengxiang didn't shy away from Shan Liao's rebellion.

"In the whole of Bizhou, there are many villages, and some of them live in the caves. The only ones who are making noise are those around Nuoshui. We can't hit all the mountain hunters with the board, it won't work."

Pan Gengxiang stumbled to express herself.

Fan Zheng handed Sister Wazi a piece of snacks brought along the way, what kind of cake it was, I forgot, anyway Sister Wazi couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes, she carefully broke off a small piece and put it in her mouth, the faint sweet taste It made her eyes narrow into two beautiful crescent moons.

Afterwards, Sister Wazi held the cake in her palm, even though there was a strong greed in her eyes, she refused to touch it again.

Fan Zheng smiled: "Sensible little girl! Do you want to take it home for my mother to eat? It's okay, I'll give you this big bag. Eat it!"

Pan Gengxiang drank softly: "Pan Ying'er, thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir." Pan Ying'er's voice was like a lark, but the accent was a bit weird.

Shan Liao speaks Chinese, since he lived in a Han country for a long time, he had to have a bit of an accent.

(End of this chapter)