I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 11 The Birth of Roujiamo
After Liu He and Yu Wuyou's carriage came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, they drove along the east wall to the vicinity of the North City wall, and when they arrived here, they entered the North City of Changyi City.

Compared with the solemn palace, the lieutenant's mansion, and the prime minister's mansion, the buildings in Beicheng are much more chaotic, tall and short, and well-proportioned.

The Fangshi system in the Han Dynasty was still immature, so the boundary between Fang and Shi was not obvious.

The whole street became crowded and messy, and the pedestrians who came and went changed from regular officials to ordinary people in different clothes.

The cries of selling were mixed with the sounds of quarreling, exuding a special atmosphere of the market.

Although Beicheng lost its orderly tidiness, it gained a disordered vitality.

Shuttle among them, Liu He's mood suddenly became happy.

He couldn't sit still in the carriage, so he simply got out, and Ji sat next to Yu Wuyou.

Yu Wuyou was pushed aside, frowned and looked at the complacent Liu He, and said, "Zi said, a gentleman is neither respectful nor majestic, under the door...

"Wuyou, this is not a royal palace. I'm just a mere peasant. Sitting too dignified and heavy will attract attention."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. When Emperor Gaozu received Li Shiqi in the past, didn't he just sit on the floor?"

"Besides, since you and I are visiting privately via microservices, of course we must agree with the people and not be too ostentatious."

The grinning expression on Liu He's face didn't seem to be talking about a serious matter at all. Rather than quoting scriptures, it was better to say that the words were preposterous.

But Yu Wuyou couldn't refute, so he finally nodded.

Several hours had passed since Liu He left the palace, and all the food he ate for breakfast had been consumed. At this moment, his stomach growled mercilessly again.

There are restaurants on the street from time to time, and the aroma of fresh food makes Liu He's mouth secrete saliva.

Compared with the food in the palace, the food in the restaurants facing the street is vulgar, but the victory is that it is steaming and mouth-watering.

"Worriless, are you hungry?"

"Are you hungry under the door?"

Liu He nodded in satisfaction. It seems that this time, Yu Wuyou finally got the hang of it.

Seeing Yu Wuyou groping around in his bosom, he took out a lotus leaf bag the size of a palm, and threw it into Liu He's bosom without looking sideways.

"what is this?"

"I usually neglect to go out. This is the lunch I specially prepared for my subordinates."

Liu He patted Yu Wuyou on the shoulder in surprise, and the latter was still staring intently ahead, driving the car carefully in the crowded streets.

When Liu He opened the lotus leaf bag full of hope, his face changed suddenly.

Inside were only a few pieces of desolately white mustache and a few strips of hideous red jerky.

Even though he knew that cakes were only eaten by the upper classes, Liu He still couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

"You just let me eat this?"

"What else do you want to eat under the door?" Yu Wuyou turned his head at a rare sight, looked at Liu He with some doubts and asked
Yu Wuyou's question stopped Liu He.

Liu He wants to eat meat buns, pot stickers, and all kinds of delicate dim sum...

But these seemingly ordinary foods did not exist in this era. On the one hand, the amount of wheat planted was very low, and on the other hand, the technology of fermenting flour had not yet been invented.

Making cakes needs to grind wheat into flour, which already requires an additional process, so it is a food that only the upper class can eat.In order to save time, ordinary people eat a staple food that is a mixture of millet and millet and steamed rice.

Only when you are full can you think about how to eat well.

The majestic man has not yet reached the point where everyone can eat enough.

Although the cakes were not unpalatable, they were all cold. Compared with the steaming food eaten by ordinary people bought in street restaurants, there was naturally a gap.

Liu He picked up a piece of cake, and gnawed it angrily. As for the horrible jerky, he absolutely didn't want to touch it today.

The cake was hard and dry, and the irritable Liu He started hiccupping without taking a few bites.

"Under the door, drink water." Yu Wuyou handed over a bamboo tube filled with water, and Liu He took it without a word, and took a few big gulps.

At this time, Liu He, who was aggrieved in his heart, suddenly smelled a smell of meat. Looking at the smell, a large cauldron suddenly appeared in a restaurant in front of him. It seemed that something was cooking in it, and the aroma mixed with hot air came out continuously. ,

And on the chopping board of the restaurant, there are a few braised pig heads that are shiny and fragrant.

Liu He stood up in the car excitedly, pointed to the restaurant and said, "I want to eat that, Mr. Yu, go and cut me a catty and bring it back."

Yu Wuyou frowned again, and rejected Liu He's request without hesitation: "The Master said: You can't get tired of fine food, and you can't get tired of fine meat. This food is neither fine nor fine, so I can't eat it."

To put it bluntly, pig heads and internal organs are all "leftovers". In Dahan, they are all eaten by the poor.

"The Master also said: Xianzai, Hui Ye, eat a basket and drink a ladle, in the back alleys, people can't bear their worries, and they will not change their joy when they return."

"The Master also said: eat lightly, drink water, bend your arms and rest your head on it, and enjoy yourself."

"Yanzi lives in a rough alley, eats rough food, drinks cold water from a well, and is still called a sage by Zhongni."

"I eat a bite of pork head today to share the joy with the people and imitate the sages, why not?"

"It's not just me who wants to eat today, you have to eat too!"

With a "creak", Yu Wuyou pulled the reins, braked the carriage, and stopped on the side of the road. The sudden huge inertia almost caused Liu He who stood up to fall headlong to the front of the carriage.

Yu Wuyou looked at Liu He who was still cursing expressionlessly, but didn't speak.

Just when Liu He thought that the other party was planning to refute, and was ready to fight for [-] rounds, Yu Wuyou jumped out of the car and said, "That's right, I'll go buy it right away, you stay here Do not move."

Liu He didn't react for a while, but when he saw Yu Wuyou walking slowly towards the restaurant selling braised pig heads, he finally laughed happily, as if he had won an unprecedented victory.

It is not difficult to impart "new knowledge" to Yu Wuyou now, but it is the first time Liu He has done it to verbally silence the Confucian scholar with Confucian classics. Of course, it is worth being happy.

The carriage left the busy city, left the city through the north gate, and drove towards Guantian.

Liu He took out a piece of cake, cut it open in the middle with a dagger, and stuffed the steamed pork head into it.

Then, Liu He looked at the "masterpiece" in his hand with a smirk, and said to Yu Wuyou, "Wuyou, please write it down for me. The cake with meat is called Roujiamo. From now on, on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, So I asked the cook in the palace to make Roujiamo for me to eat, so as to express the joy of sharing with the people, not only I want to eat, but everyone also wants to eat."

"only."

Liu He gnawed down on the big man's first Roujiamo, and gnawed off half of it in one bite.

Although the noodle cake was a little hard because it was cold, and the pork head meat was a little salty because it was marinated for a long time, but the rich oil and elastic gum still made Liu He feel satisfied, which was not much better than eating dried pork.

It seems that the ingredients are really not important, what is important is the way of cooking.

Liu He couldn't eat one, so he ate a second...

Just when Liu He was about to eat the last Roujiamo, Yu Wuyou, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "Zi said, unbelief is a thief..."

Liu He was stunned. He had read "The Analects of Confucius" through, and it seemed that he had never read this sentence.

"Which kid said that?" Liu He asked suspiciously.

"Yu Zi."

Liu He looked at Yu Wuyou who was not looking sideways, and then at the Roujiamo in his hand, he understood instantly, and quickly handed the Roujiamo to Yu Wuyou with a smile, and said in an exaggerated tone Said: "Yuzi, please use it!"

Yu Wuyou took it, took a bite, and chewed slowly, his face still calm.

It wasn't until he swallowed it that he said slowly, "That's right, it's really fun to have fun with the people."

(End of this chapter)