Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 277 Is This Firewood?
Nanyang in August and September is actually a season with frequent hurricanes.

To be on the safe side, Qin Xiedao and his party basically headed south along the waterway close to the coastline.

It was not until the southernmost city of Linyi Kingdom that the fleet stopped to rest.

There are no big cities in Nanyang. This time, Qin Xiedao is not so much selling Datang's goods, but is actually more interested in finding the source of spices and solving the problem of too expensive spices for Datang.

"This city is said to be the second largest city in Linyi Kingdom, but it looks like an ordinary county town."

Yu Chihuan followed Qin Xiedao to the city of Lin Yiguo.

Although the city was relatively dilapidated, there were still a lot of people.

There are people coming and going everywhere, but it is very lively.

"Although the people here look very dark, most of them are not as pale and thin as I imagined, and it seems that their lives are not particularly bad."

Cheng Chumo stared at one pedestrian after another in surprise.

"The climate here in Nanyang, there is no winter all year round, whether it is planting rice or other various fruits, the harvest is very good.

As long as you are not particularly lazy, it is difficult to be starved to death. "

For the people in the tropics, it is really rewarding to fill their stomachs with just a little effort.

Not to mention the patches of banana groves, just the rice seeds casually sprinkled in them can have a harvest comparable to that of Datang. It is really not easy to starve to death.

"There seems to be a restaurant here, why don't we try Lin Yiguo's food?

After floating on the boat for so long, the tongue almost faded out of the bird. "

Fang Yiai saw a wooden house ahead, which looked like a restaurant.

Curls of green smoke are slowly rising into the air with the breeze, and there seems to be a faint fragrance in the air.

"I seem to see a roast chicken at the door of that shop. Brother Qin, why don't we have something to eat here first?"

Anyway, not in a hurry to sell things, Yu Chihuan touched his stomach, and wanted to eat something new.

"Since everyone is hungry, let's go and taste Lin Yiguo's special food."

Qin Xiedao was also a little curious about what Lin Yiguo ate in this era.

What is the standard of living of the people?

Would it be like the Japanese people, who look very poor, but are actually rich if gold and silver are used as the measure of wealth?

……

"Sirs, what do you want to eat?"

With the help of the guide, Qin Xiedao and others sat down at a table at the entrance of the shop very smoothly.

Although the nobles of Linyi Kingdom also speak Chinese and write Chinese characters, these ordinary people obviously do not have such abilities.

"Take all the good things in your store and let us taste them first. By the way, are these two roast chickens almost as good? I will serve them together later."

Before Fang Yi's butt touched the stool, she started yelling at the shopkeeper to start preparing food.

Moreover, he has already set his sights on the roast chicken on the fire.

"Is this roast chicken the specialty of this restaurant? I think it smells really good."

Yuchihuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling even hungrier.

And at this time, Fang Yiai walked forward to the side of the roast chicken fire, staring curiously at the busy man.

"Crack! Crack!"

As the men continued to add wood and bark to the fire, the fire became more intense.

"This...is this burnt cinnamon?"

Fang Yiai suddenly noticed that the bark in front of her seemed very familiar.

His family used to spend a lot of money to buy some spices, and the trees and bark that the guy used to roast the chicken in front of him looked so familiar.

Hearing Fang Yiai's muttering, Qin Xiedao couldn't help getting up and going over to have a look.

What caught my eye was really a pile of cinnamon.

Some are peeled off, and some should still be connected to the wood without treatment.

These very expensive cinnamon sticks sold in the West Market were burned as firewood without any status.

This scene is quite shocking to everyone.

Are the people in Linyi already wealthy to such an extent?

In Chang'an City, even Qin Xiedao, who has a net worth of tens of millions, would not dare to let the cook use spices like this?

It's not that it can't be used, but that if it spreads, people will definitely be scolded as a prodigal son and waste everything.

"It should indeed be cinnamon!"

Qin Xiedao picked up a piece of bark and put it in front of his nose to smell it, then put it in his mouth and chewed it lightly.

The familiar taste and familiar appearance are definitely cinnamon.

"Burning cinnamon bark as wood? This... is this too exaggerated? Is it true that spices are so worthless in Nanyang?"

Cheng Chumo felt that his three views had been refreshed.

Although Qin Xiedao said that Nanyang is rich in spices before, he never thought that it would be so rich in spices.

"This should be just an example. It is estimated that there should be osmanthus trees nearby, and the local people generally grow or pick their own spices, so it is of little value.

But spices such as pepper, star anise, and nutmeg should be a bit difficult to pick, and it should not be wasted like the cinnamon in front of you.

Of course, compared to the price in the West Market, any spices here must be very cheap, so cheap that it is beyond your imagination. "

Now that we have come to the place where spices are produced, it is natural to emphasize the situation here again.

In case these guys go out to exchange things, they will be complacent about being taken advantage of by others.

"Could this be the Spice Island you mentioned, Brother Qin?"

In Yu Chihuan's view, being able to burn cinnamon bark as firewood is already a much more exaggerated scenario than he imagined.

At this time, apart from thinking of the Spice Island that Qin Xiedao had mentioned, he already felt that there was no other way to explain this scene.

"Spice Island must have a lot more spices than here. When we are stationed in Singapore, we will just look around slowly.

The local people may not know that there is such an island, and we have to spend a lot of effort to find it. "

Although Qin Xiedao knew the approximate location of Spice Island, but in this day and age, there was no navigation, so he could only try his luck.

"This roast chicken is probably the most expensive roast chicken we have ever eaten in our life.

After baking for so long, I don’t know how much cinnamon was burned. Thinking about it, I was a little reluctant to eat it. "

Fang Yiai looked at the roast chicken that was already a little cooked, and turned everyone's attention to eating.

No way, besides practicing martial arts, he also loves to eat.

He didn't inherit Fang Xuanling's ingenuity.

(End of this chapter)