Three Kingdoms, at the beginning of the game, recognize the thief as the father, hit the spectacle,

"Is he fond of concubines?"

Inside the carriage, while the heavy man outside was speculating wildly about the situation in the carriage, Zhang Yan also heard what the scholar on the side of the road said, so he couldn't help feeling a little dumbfounded for a moment.

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"This is the first time I've heard that although princes can have one wife and nine concubines in theory, in real life, there are very few princes who really fill their concubines."

"Always grabbing the girls in Wancheng to take concubines, this Chaohou is not afraid to grab a place and pluck this Wancheng bald?"

"Could it be that the girls in Wancheng are more beautiful?"

Holding Qiao Ying's waist lightly with one hand, Zhang Yan seemed to have thought of something in the interior of the carriage, and immediately winked at his sweet wife.

After all, when it comes to whether the girls in Wancheng are pretty or not, it can be said that in this era, no one has more right to speak than him.

Beside him, Qiao Ying gave Zhang Yan a light look, and then explained in a soft voice.

"Hmm... Marquis of Juchao, I heard that he is an ordinary prince who inherited the title from his father. The Hou Kingdom is in the northeast of our Wancheng, a very small and ordinary place."

"This current Marquis of Juchao seems to like beautiful women very much, but his Marquis has a small population. A few years ago, he took four or five concubines from ordinary people in Wancheng. I don't know if those girls are now Is life good..."

"Why, do you also want to accept ten concubines?"

Qiao Ying lightly pinched Zhang Yan's body, and Qiao Ying didn't know why, but when he heard the other party talk about the prince of the nesting kingdom, he felt a burst of unhappiness in his heart.

But fortunately, it didn't take long, and the two of them started laughing and squabbling under Cai Ku's resentful and envious eyes.

Ever since getting off the car just now, Qiaoying has felt the faint moisture in the air for a long time. At the same time, she is also full of nostalgia for the large amount of green vegetation around Wancheng. What kind of changes have occurred in the past month when I saw my parents.

But beside her, Zhang Yan stopped her rarely, with a shy expression on his face.

……

"Ying'er, let's live outside for a while, and accompany my husband to walk more in this Wancheng. After all, this is the first time I have come here, and I am not too familiar with everything."

"When the servants, soldiers and relocated people arrive, I will accompany you back to your home to visit your father-in-law. It will be much better to bring some gifts than to go empty-handed now."

……

A little embarrassed stopped the other party, since Zhang Yan was traveling lightly now, and didn't bring any luggage or supplies with him, if he went to the old man's house empty-handed for the first time, it would inevitably make him feel a little uncomfortable.

But fortunately, after staring at Zhang Yan for a while, although she didn't quite understand the other party's thoughts, Qiao Ying nodded obediently, and agreed to her husband.

Now, a group of three people brought a coachman who was not an important figure, and the four of them went straight to a post house in Wancheng under the guidance of Qiao Ying.

While chatting with Qiaoying, Zhang Yan also kept observing Wancheng, a small remote Jiangdong city, and felt the huge difference in style between him and Luoyang, the thousand-year-old imperial capital.

If Luoyang is a thick noodle cake, a few bites can make people full quickly...

That Wancheng is probably just a bowl of gruel.

It's very small, and its size is quite different, but it has its own unique fragrance.

Judging from the city wall, there is no doubt that compared with the large city wall of Luoyang, which is more than ten meters high, the city wall of Wancheng is only less than six meters high. Not only does it not have the huge oppressive force of the other side, it is even like a mound , looks a little simple and honest and cute.

After entering the street, a kind of noise and prosperity different from Luoyang quickly occupied Zhang Yan's field of vision and left a deep impression on him.

For this ancient city, Zhang Yan still thinks it is very good in his first impression, and even has a faint desire to continue exploring.

He just didn't know what kind of special feeling Wancheng would give him in the next few days.

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Chapter 7 Remembering

We must know that people cannot be generalized.

It’s as if eating and broadcasting on someone’s hand in later generations will only bring Zhang Yan a strong sense of curiosity and nausea. At this moment, watching Qiao Ying eating slowly with chopsticks in hand, what Zhang Yan feels is not only visual There is also a kind of psychological relief.

At noon, Zhang Yan and his party were sitting downstairs in a post house under the name of Wanchengqiao's family, eating a somewhat late lunch and chatting casually.

Since everyone entered Wancheng just now, Qiao Ying guided the coachman to take the group to a post house under the jurisdiction of the Qiao family, intending to take a good rest.I don't know if it's because the post house is only a marginal property of the Qiao family. After seeing Qiao Ying, the waiter in charge of reception didn't recognize that the somewhat amazing girl in front of him was the young master of his own family. , so I just felt a little surprised, and then after seeing Zhang Yan, he led a group of people into the post house.

Not long after arriving at the destination, the driver who drove the car bid farewell to Zhang Yan temporarily, and plunged into the downtown area of ​​Wancheng to look for food, leaving all the space for Zhang Yan, his family.

On the other side, Zhang Yan didn't say much, and just took everyone to sit near a remote corner on the first floor of the post house, planning to eat first, and then take a rest in the room before thinking about playing in Wancheng .

If there is no accident, it will take about two or three days before the soldiers and common people who walk on the road will arrive at Lujiang River. At that time, I will go to meet...or summon those local aristocratic families. For Zhang Yan, these two or three days are like a long-lost vacation. He is not in a hurry, but just wants to take a good rest.

Furthermore, Zhang Yan was also a little curious about some folk facilities in the Eastern Han Dynasty, especially the posthouse, a place where three religions and nine streams gathered.

When he was living in Luoyang city, because Zhang Yan was the adopted son of Zhang Rang, the servant of Zhongchang, no matter his social status or economic strength, he was always a bit superior to the real people, or out of place.

Such a sense of alienation made it difficult for him to enter the ordinary civilian facilities in his daily life. Most of them spent money in restaurants under his own name or famous brothels in Luoyang City.

When the bandits came back later, Zhang Yan's identity was promoted from an ordinary son of a family to a powerful prince, and his status with the common people was further expanded. It was even more difficult than before to support the people, let alone get along with these ordinary people. up.

If you really want to talk about it, like now, it is really a relatively novel experience for Zhang Yan to "visit privately" in a place where no one knows him.

Different from the "Datongpu"-like post stations in the pre-Qin period, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, especially at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, "post stations", institutions that provide temporary residences for intelligence personnel, have gradually changed from state-owned to privately owned. , It has become a private organization "post house" that provides a series of convenient services for merchants and travelers, which is much better than the situation hundreds of years ago.

Although from the perspective of scale and service, the post house under the name of Wanchengqiao’s family is definitely not comparable to the industry when I was in Luoyang, but only in terms of function, it can be said that although the sparrow is small, The internal organs are complete, not only provide some single rooms for travelers to rest, but also provide some simple food.

Of course, this kind of food must be very different from the "a pot of good wine, two catties of sauced beef" in TV dramas.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, or during the period of parallel development of feudalism and absolutism, cattle and horses, as a kind of "production material" closely related to food productivity, were almost impossible to be eaten by ordinary people, let alone like in TV dramas. Sauce beef is everywhere.

At this time, "ox and horse" is not the kind of contemptuous and insulting vocabulary, but as a rather important part of the sacrifice of "three animals", it will only appear on the dining table of some dignitaries during the New Year's Eve .

As for normal times, the meat eaten by rich and noble families is still relatively common meat such as mutton and pork.

According to the prices at this time, the price of a cute dolphin or fat sheep is mostly around a few hundred yuan, which is less than one tenth of that of a cow or horse. Therefore, for some wealthy families, eating meat every day is not too difficult things.

But then again, such a price is still equivalent to more than a month's income of an ordinary adult. Therefore, it is not entirely fabricated or nonsense to say that those ordinary people cannot eat meat once a year, but there are certain price factors. Influence.

As for wine, it is even more nonsense.

As the saying goes, "Alcohol can enlighten the spirit, and the drunk is perfect".

Wine was originally used as a sacrificial item. In the earlier Yin and Shang Dynasties, and even in the Xia Dynasty, only the tribal elders who were responsible for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth were eligible to drink it. It can be said that it is an out-and-out aristocratic supplies.

Even in the later Qin and Han Dynasties, due to the development of productive forces, the ban on alcohol was gradually loosened for civilians, but because winemaking required a large amount of grain, this kind of thing would only appear in ordinary people when the whole country was in a good year and the grain reserves were extremely sufficient. people's dining table.

Nowadays, there have been years of famines in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there were yellow scarves and bandits in the troubled times a few years ago. Not to mention drinking, in this special period, it is not easy for the people to eat even if they want to eat.

Not to mention, the Eastern Han Dynasty still had a ban on ordinary people not drinking alcohol during non-year festivals.

At this moment, as a substitute for wine and meat, on the table in front of Zhang Yan is an exquisite and small cage, which seems to be made of bamboo strips, and contains some simple steamed rice.

Next to the cage, there is a clay plate, on which a few grilled fish that are simply smeared with coarse salt are exuding a burst of fragrance.

It can be said that for a person of high birth like Zhang Yan, this kind of food is far from exquisite and delicate, but for some reason, looking at the grain soaked in water in the cage, Zhang Yan's face is full of tenderness. A sense of long-lost nostalgia rose.

……

"Hmm... Husband, what's the matter?"

"Are you not used to it?"

Beside Zhang Yan, Qiaoying is eating rice in small mouthfuls at the moment. Although the quality of this food is far from the food stored in her home, but after more than two months, she can taste the taste of her hometown again. It's also a little joyful, and the smiles on the faces are much more than usual.

However, after noticing that Zhang Yan next to him had not moved his chopsticks for a long time, Qiao Ying's face inevitably showed a trace of nervousness.

Chapter 8 The first small goal

Is steamed rice delicious?

To be honest, it is actually very common.

Different from the rice cooked with the same amount of water after 2000, because the rice output in the Han Dynasty was relatively low and the grains were relatively small, most people living in the southern region soaked the rice grains in water until softened, and put them on bamboo or wood. The finished steamer is steamed, and the taste is as loose as scooping rice, but at the same time it is unavoidably a bit stagnant.

Looking at her husband nervously, Qiao Ying didn't know whether Zhang Yan, who had almost no advantages other than output, could adapt to this kind of ration compared with "wheat cake" and "corn rice".

Of course, what Zhang Yan wants to eat after returning to Qiao’s house or even forming his own prefect’s mansion in the future must depend on his personal ideas. Geography has never been a limiting factor for personal eating habits.

It's just that now, as his wife, Qiaoying doesn't need to say too much about husband and wife. If they can get along with each other on eating and other habits, it will obviously be a good thing for both of them.

……

"Well, not used to it?"

"No, it's just a little nostalgic."

Fortunately, for Zhang Yan, who lives in the 21st century, there is no problem of getting used to something like rice. It was one of the well-deserved staple foods in China at that time. A must have on the dining table.

Now he looked at the rice in a daze, naturally because it reminded him of some past events.

If I really want to say it, it has been half a year since Zhang Yan came to the somewhat special era of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

In the past six months, he either lived in Luoyang in the north, or led troops to Taiyuan and Hedong to suppress bandits.It had been a long time since he had seen such a thing as rice, so it was inevitable that he missed it in his heart.

Seeing this now, Zhang Yancai suddenly realized that the past life seemed to be far away from him, so far that he had already adapted to the life of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and was about to forget some past things.

This feeling didn't dissipate slowly in Zhang Yan's heart until he finished eating the small portion of food in front of him.

……

"By the way, Ying'er, I have something to ask you."

"This kind of steamed rice...is it expensive?"

"Those ordinary people, do they also eat this kind of food on weekdays?"

After eating all the food in threes and fives, Zhang Yan chewed the two fishbone sticking to his teeth, and then asked Qiao Ying.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never been short of money in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Although Zhang Yan still maintains the most basic sensitivity to numbers in some large municipal investments or equipment purchases, it’s like some small flowers As for the pin, he hadn't paid attention to it for a long time.

It was as if some of his actions had caused the food prices near Luoyang to skyrocket. Zhang Yan didn't react until he heard Yuan Shu's accusation.

Now, as a parent official in the Lujiang area, Zhang Yan has a lot of things he wants to do in his heart. Whether it is developing productivity, improving technology, or building infrastructure, they all have a lot of weight in his future planning.

After thinking about it carefully, he didn't know where to start, and he was subconsciously influenced by his nationality, so he focused his attention on the most basic livelihood issue of whether the people under his command could have enough food and clothing.

Wandering around Wancheng this time, although Zhang Yan has the idea of ​​taking a long vacation for himself, as a player who is addicted to historical strategy games, even if it is only time for a meal, he still subconsciously thinks of some governance measures things.

Beside him, Qiaoying also understood her husband's thoughts when she heard the words, so she suddenly felt a little dumbfounded about this unique "diligence".

"Is it expensive?"

"I'm not too clear about this, I've never learned about this before."