The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 7 Something is wrong with these refugees!
Fang Yu quickly said that mother and son should not hurt each other, and then repeatedly emphasized the special difficulties of the late Ming Dynasty...

In fact, Fang Yu also thought about following the routine of online novels, traveling all the way to the capital to meet Chongzhen, and then directly confessing his identity to spoil the future.

As long as he can meet Chongzhen smoothly, it shouldn't be difficult to get an official position with him. At least the food and clothing problem can be solved.

But I have seen it before in the living room. The Ming Dynasty displayed by Teacher Pan was Laishui County and a small area around it.

Then when he went to the capital, without Teacher Pan's "supernatural power", could Fang Yu still be able to save the Ming Dynasty?

...Obviously it's not possible. It would have been better if it was during the Tianqi years or the early Chongzhen years. But now, it can only be said that it is very, very, plus N very difficult.

So Fang Yu planned to stay here in Laishui County to chew on Teacher Pan. When Chongzhen knew what happened here, he would come over to find him.

Chongzhen must be more and more anxious about saving the Ming Dynasty.

After finishing the call with Teacher Pan, Fang Yu found Old Man Zhao again. The first thing he did was to ask him to inform the refugees that rice noodles could not be eaten.

The second thing is to immediately put the pot on the fire and prepare for a midnight snack.

As soon as Old Man Zhao heard this, he knew that Pan Shenxian in the sky was going to send something again, and without saying a word, he quickly called a few refugees to prepare.

After waiting for a while, a big bag of things slowly fell from the sky.

Pan Shenxian was generous in his approach. Looking at the size of this bag, hundreds of refugees could eat it to their stomachs.

People who were reluctant to throw away those rice noodles can now figure out that in fact, although those rice noodles have not completely deteriorated, they have hardened and have lost their taste long ago.

Now as long as everyone is tightly united around Young Master Fang, will there still be a lack of food?

As for the rice and wheat mixed with sand, as well as the sorghum and black croton sent by the county, no one has long thought about it.

After the things landed, Old Man Zhao and more than a dozen people gathered around to unpack them. The bag of food was tightly wrapped in a transparent substance, and if you opened one layer, there would be another layer.

This kind of packaging is elastic, soft to the touch, but quite strong when pulled up. The refugees working there are all guessing what it is.

Old man Zhao must be well-informed. He said: "This must be the skin of a mythical beast in the fairy world."

Because the things delivered here will be magnified many times, it is not feasible to just throw a pack of instant noodles down. If that were to happen, the entire Laishui County would not be able to see the sun.

So Pan Shulan could only break off a little bit from the corner of the dough, add a drop of oil, a little seasoning, a diced beef, a diced mustard, a diced sausage, and then wrap it into a ball with plastic wrap.

It sounds like a lot of food, but it’s not enough for a cat to eat in one bite.

From this point of view, even if all the refugees' three meals a day are provided for in the future, Pan Shulan will have no pressure here...it's just that it's a bit troublesome to prepare.

Even though Pan Shulan had been extra "thrifty", the things that arrived at the refugee camp were still enough to cook several large pots.

And the plastic wrap has turned into a good thing here. It is large enough and flexible enough. Now it is being carefully sorted by Mr. Zhao, saying that it will be used to build roofs and stick windows.

At night, a grand bonfire dinner is about to be held outside Laishui County.

There were two large pots placed on the bonfire in the open space, and the water in the pots had begun to boil.

This pot was brought from the county's weapons warehouse after old man Zhao had been talking to the city guard for a long time.

The person serving as the chef tonight is Fang Yu himself. Originally, it was not his turn, but seeing the way the refugees were picking at the ropes, he must be reluctant to cut the food.

So Fang Yu tried his best to defy all opinions and started cooking noodles in the Ming Dynasty.Seeing that the water was almost boiling, Fang Yu took a large wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the red oil base and poured it into the pot.

When the red oil base with complex formula meets boiling water, an unspeakable fragrance instantly bursts out and fills the air.

"I don't know how much technology and ruthless work there is here, but now the disaster has finally come to the Ming Dynasty."

Fang Yu sighed, then added a few more spoonfuls mercilessly, and then used the spoon to gently draw the boiling water in order to spread the base as quickly as possible.

Next comes the seasonings. Even though there is a small packet of seasonings in the instant noodles, it contains more than 20 kinds of spices.

Cane sugar, pepper, cardamom, fennel, turnip... and other unexplainable things, Fang Yu gave it a lot of handfuls in one pot.

Next, add beef, pickled mustard, and sausage.

What Teacher Pan sent over was only a small dice. When it arrived, it became the size of an old pumpkin. It couldn't be cooked in one pot, so it could only be cut into a part and then divided into thin strips, and then poured into the pot.

Noodles...well, don't worry about the crumbs. Let the soup cook a little richer first.

The bonfire was burning brightly, and Fang Yu was sweating all over. Now he wiped his forehead and looked around, only to feel that the surroundings were quiet and strange.

Huh?What's wrong with these people? They don't speak. Are they all stupid?
Three to four hundred refugees were sitting around, but no one spoke. They stared at the two pots with extremely heartbroken expressions on their faces.

At this time, Old Man Zhao felt extremely regretful. He regretted that he could not persuade Mr. Fang to sit aside and "have a good rest", but instead let him cook something.

Look what Mr. Fang has done!It was in excellent quality, and he put in more than a dozen spoonfuls of the delicate red oil.

There was also a big man in the city who only dared to weigh a few dollars of spices a month. He just grabbed a handful with his hands.

Really, every time he saw Mr. Fang's hand grabbing, it felt like he was grabbing at Old Man Zhao's heart. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

And the meat (he didn’t know it was beef yet) and the intestines weighed two kilograms on weekdays, and the family had to eat them from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.

It has to be the best time of year!
However, the meat in that pot now weighs more than ten kilograms. If it is said to be cut into thin strips, what do you call thin strips?Each one is thicker than a finger!

No matter how distressed these poor people were, when a large pile of ingredients was put into the pot, the aroma in the air suddenly became many times stronger.

You know that instant noodles don’t taste that good, but the smell is really appealing.

Now there were two soldiers wearing cotton armor standing in front of a large pot, with dull faces, and the boss was completely unaware of the drool flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

They were sent by Pang Tiande to protect the iron pot...

Smelting technology is underdeveloped these days, and the larger the iron pot, the lower the yield rate of castings, so these two large pots are considered valuable assets of the county.

Therefore, it is necessary to send someone to keep an eye on it when you borrow it.

What if they carry her away?
Originally, the two soldiers and Pang Tiande thought that these refugees wanted to cook millet and black croton to eat, and they laughed at them as "starving ghosts who cannot survive without food."

As a result, now... what is going on?
Are these people really the homeless people who have nothing and are said to be the most miserable people in the world, poorer than beggars?
They knew that those spices came from Nanyang, and when they arrived here across the ocean, they were worth as much as gold.

Even the best restaurant in the county, and even the county magistrate himself doesn’t make it this way, and... where does your beef come from?

Something is wrong with these refugees!
(End of this chapter)