Mantra

Chapter 171
After listening to my words, Lin Shaosong suddenly realized: "So you are also a chef! No wonder you know French food so well. After a while, you have to taste the steak skills of my 'private chef'. It's amazing."

Lin Shaosong's words hit my chest.

Since he wants us to eat beef, then I will "educate" him from the beef.

After listening, I hurriedly smiled at the "French Bull Demon King", nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes! The French are indeed good at cooking beef, and we Chinese cooks are incomparable. But Mr. Lin, do you know why? Why are the Chinese not as scientific as the French in making beef?"

Lin Shaosong is a "nutritionist" and has an inexplicable interest in criticizing Chinese diet. When he saw that I fit his "viewpoint", he immediately became interested.

So, he answered me as expected: "That's because Chinese food has problems from the root. It is either boiled or fried, and all the nutrients are lost."

"Knowledgeable!" I laughed and said eagerly, "But you only know one thing, not the other! There is another internal reason why we cooks can't cook beef well."

"what?"

I told him word by word: "Because according to ancient legends, cows are evil spirits. If you eat a cow that dies, you will suffer retribution. Therefore, the ancient Chinese did not dare to eat beef. Done."

What I said was purely to add to Lin Shaosong's obstacles, and it also had a very good effect.

After listening, Lin Shaosong's forehead visibly trembled, and then he said in a daze: "Mr. Tian really knows how to joke, how could he make such a ridiculous statement, and I have never seen anyone get retribution for eating beef!"

What I want is his words!

I immediately continued: "Mr. Lin, what a coincidence. I only know about one incident where I was punished for eating beef. Anyway, I'm bored today, so I'll tell you about it here, to help the fun!"

While talking, I still didn't forget to look at Hongye and said, "Yezi, do you agree?"

I know that Lin Shaosong is definitely not willing to continue listening to my "kicking field" story, but Xian Hongye is different.

Like me, she urgently needs to give this self-righteous guy a "dismissal".

Sure enough, as soon as I spoke, Xian Hongye immediately responded: "Lao Tian hurry up! I just love to hear these folk stories. They have cultural connotations!"

Ghost stories have cultural connotations, and I really admire Miss Xian's mouth.

In this way, under the "close cooperation" of Xian Hongye and I, Lin Shaosong could only be forced to listen to my "story" in embarrassment.

First of all, let me tell you that this story is about my master Zhao Qingshan.The reason why I know and can guarantee the authenticity is because my master left me a diary. This story was relatively completely recorded in a newspaper in Jinan, Shandong, and along with the diary of my old squad leader, was preserved to this day.

And this newspaper is probably the only evidence that Zhao Qingshan ever existed in the world.

Zhao Qingshan is a well-known "cook man" in Lunan, Shandong, and the "Zhenggen" of Zhaojialou. He is upright and likes to use a family kitchen knife to fight for justice.But before he became famous, he also received a lot of experience. He worked as a handyman and cook in restaurants in Qingzhou, Jining, and Jinan.

The story happened in the ninth year of the Republic of China. At that time, Zhao Qingshan was working in Qingzhou, Shandong Province through the relationship of his clan.

That year, an unprecedented severe drought occurred in Qingzhou. The disaster area centered on Qingzhou ZB and other places, and swept across the entire Shandong Province. The Yellow River was cut off.

But under this horrific disaster, warlords fought in a melee in China. Yuan Shikai had just collapsed, and the Beiyang government was busy fighting. Naturally, no one cared about the drought in Qingzhou.

Under that unique historical background, the restaurant where Zhao Qingshan worked was forced to close, and there was no way to continue. The boss distributed two liters of mung beans and a piece of ocean to each employee, and sent them to flee.

At that time, Zhao Qingshan had just graduated from the teacher and had no savings or connections.Facing severe drought and refugees, Zhao Qingshan felt extremely confused about his future.

Therefore, after thinking about it, he felt that he should go back to his hometown first.

Zhao Qingshan feels that although his hometown is likely to be affected by the drought, he is fortunately the "root" of the Zhao family building. There are fellow villagers and relatives there, and he can survive even if he "begs for food".

So, Zhao Qingshan took the mung beans and went all the way south, taking Taishan and going down to Yimeng, intending to go back to his hometown along Laoqi Road to avoid disasters, and after these bleak years, he will make a long-term plan when he comes out of the mountain.

But when he just walked to the border of Laiwu, he suddenly couldn't go on, and there was only one reason - there was no food.

The restaurant where Zhao Qingshan worked previously gave him two liters of green rice rolls when it closed, but mung beans are relatively low in calories. Although they are rich in nutrients, they are really not hungry.

Zhao Qingshan hurried on the road for several days in a row, pulling his body every day.After walking for three to five days, the mung beans were not enough to "stuff the gap between his teeth". Later, he filled his hunger with elm bark and bitter bracken every day, and that day was completely wandering on the edge of life and death.

At that time, Zhao Qingshan, holding the family's royal sword in his arms, swayed step by step, mixed among the refugees, constantly thinking about his livelihood and where to go.

And on the third day when Zhao Qingshan ran out of food, he finally ushered in the most important "turning point" in his life!
At that time, Zhao Qingshan watched the tragedy of cannibalism intensify, and knew that following the refugee team, there would be no chance of survival.

So that night, after eating the last bit of grass-root bean noodles in his reserve, he broke away from the team of hungry people, and headed for the path of Yimeng Mountain with his sword and kung fu.

He knew that although he might encounter bandits or even goblins in the mountains, he was more likely to encounter life-saving wild vegetables or game.Most importantly, the mountain road can reach the hometown faster. Although it is life-threatening, it is worth a try.

In this way, Zhao Qingshan followed his own thoughts and relied on his own abilities to walk in the dark night with a knife, use the stars to distinguish directions, eat herbs, snakes, rats, ants, and soil to satisfy his hunger, and he survived miraculously.

Zhao Qingshan walked in the mountains for another three days. When he got out from the mountain road again, he had already arrived at the border of Yimeng not far from home.And saw the towering houses and houses on the plain.

The land in front of me has not been overly affected by the drought.

Excited, Zhao Qingshan immediately ran out of the mountain area, and he went down the slope, hoping to find a meal for one person in the village.

After all, he still has a silver dollar, at least he can buy a steamed bun to eat!

Soon, Zhao Qingshan stopped outside the largest house in the village.

Because he heard the sound of killing pigs from the courtyard wall.

(End of this chapter)