It's September, the penultimate month of the year, such as in the imperial capital, it's snowing.

And in Annam County, which belongs to Nanzhou, in the mountains and wilderness, it is still full of life.

Some plants are still green, some plants are normally turning yellow and brown, and some plants are bright and red.

It's a vast field.

The grain in the field has been harvested and cleared, and even new seeds have been sown, but there are still people busy at the foot of the hill not far from the field.

They are removing or collecting a weed.

This weed is low and low, about half a man's height, and among the yellow-brown leaves, there are clusters of pods, and inside the pods, small grains of millet grow.

It is said that this small grain was the food of the people here a long time ago, but when new grains were slowly brought in from the north, this small particle was very poor and relatively troublesome to collect, and it slowly withdrew from the table.

Today, it is a type of weed.

"Second uncle, what do you say those adults want these wasteland grass for?" a young man gathered a piece of wasteland grass together, and asked a middle-aged man not far away.

"How can I know what the adults are going to do!" the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "However, one of those adults is from the Medicine King Sect, and I guess it may have something to do with it." ”

Yaowangzong, the folk name for Yaoshitang.

The one from the Medicine Master Hall was actually acting as a guard, but seeing that a large number of wasteland grass seeds were constantly being transported over, and they were about to fill this purchase point at the head of the village, his heart was also full of puzzlement and curiosity.

There is no doubt that the shopkeeper Tian collects this thing for cooking or cooking.

He didn't know exactly whether it was rice or vegetables, but as a senior apprentice of the Medicine Master's Hall, he knew the seeds of the barren grass.

I can't say how deep I know, but I have a basic understanding.

The seeds of the grass are slightly sour and astringent, and it is difficult to digest after eating, so it is quite poor in every way for food, and even in ancient times, only those extremely poor mountain people would use it to wrap their stomachs.

In terms of medicine, one thing he knows best is that the seeds of wild grass are cold and have a small poison! After taking them, they can cause qi deficiency and blood stagnation!

It doesn't matter to ordinary people, because the degree is so slight that it can be ignored.

But for cultivators, especially low-level cultivators, this is tantamount to poison.

The soup and rice launched by Tongfulou before was a "perfect supplement", and now, if you use the seeds of this barren grass to cook, you can't talk about "supplementing", right?

Epsom is pretty much the same!

His doubts were kept until the return trip, and then he unloaded the temporary messenger and returned to the Medicine Master Hall from Tongfu Building, and by the way, he also brought this question back to the Medicine Master Hall, which attracted the attention of many people in the hall.

After all, the perfect tonic soup is prestigious.

Many senior pharmacists in the hall are now working on that thing, and it is said that a lot of results have been obtained sporadically.

On the side of Tongfu Building, as the utensils and accessories were in place one after another, Tian Hao officially began to operate.

One up and down, two carved round stones are butted together, becoming a grinding thing, in the dream, the young master said that this is called "stone grinding".

Then, soak the seeds of the grass with water, remove the defective products floating on it, the first time, coarsely grind, peel, the second time, finely grind, and grind into slag.

The gray-brown seeds have been peeled and polished to slag, but they have turned grayish-white.

It's exactly the same as the scene in the dream.

Then, this residue is poured into a gauze bag, filtered, and the residue is discarded, leaving only the juice.

Next, another crucial step.

Under the attention of the big shopkeeper Lao Cui, the two chefs of Tongfulou and Xiao Luopu, Tian Hao poured a bowl of potion that had been boiling early this morning into the white and gray juice.

The juice is white and gray.

The potion is dark brown and almost black.

The big shopkeeper took over the task of stirring closely, and in the process of stirring, a layer of gray-brown foam gradually appeared on top of the juice.

Skim off the foam and stir.

Skim off the foam and stir again.

Then add the agent for the second and third time, and repeat the action of stirring and foaming.

Until, the original juice becomes completely white, and even has a faint fragrance.

The heads of the shopkeeper and the two chefs were simply a little holy, and little Loop's eyes lit up.

And when the juice is poured into the cauldron, as it boils, the aroma gradually wafts out of the pot, even more fragrant than the taste of the best flour cakes when they come out of the pan.

Of course, because the Ten Great Tonic Soup was in front, a few people present were not very surprised by this fragrance.

They were just amazed that the seeds of the originally useless grass were treated like this, and it seemed that they were edible?

And it looks pretty good.

"Chef Tian, can you drink this soup when it boils?" said a chef who held the fire.

"Yes, you can drink it when you boil it, but that's not how we did it today. Tian Hao replied.

Although he said that, when the pot was really boiling, in the swirling heat and aroma, Tian Hao still took a few bowls over, and each bowl contained some.

The big shopkeeper was the first to pick it up and taste it.

He is a cultivator, and his cultivation is not low, so he is not afraid of this hot at all.

"Huh! Huh...... It's pretty good!" First took a big sip, then slowly sipped and tasted, the big shopkeeper seemed to have liked this thing a little unexpectedly, and then he reached over the bowl, "Lao Tian, give me some more, no, a bowl." ”

Little Lop also drank fast.

"Delicious?" Tian Hao asked.

In fact, he was drinking it himself.

"It's delicious!" Xiao Luo nodded very affirmatively, and then said, "Uncle Tian, bring me another bowl too!"

Maybe because of the novelty, I don't rule out the possibility of cheering, of course, there may be those who really like it, and the two chefs also asked for a big bowl each.

"Actually, it might taste better with a little sugar. Tian Hao said.

"Lao Tian, you didn't say it earlier!" the big shopkeeper scolded and complained, and after going out for a while, he brought a jar of candy from the storage room in the backyard.

White sugar, finely grained.

The purification and processing of sugar in this world has been done very well, even more abundant than in previous lives.

In the case of Annam-gun, under the influence of Yakushitang, many medicinal sugars and fructose, which have different properties and flavors, have been used in the homes of large families for a long time.

The addition of sugar does add a lot of flavor to this soup.

Little Lop was even more drunk and laughing.

"Lao Tian, this is my breakfast every day in the future!" he drank another bowl with sugar, and after drinking, the big shopkeeper said directly.

Looks like he really likes!

Absolutely.

Drinking it directly like this was originally one of the ways to eat that Tian Hao saw in his dream.

However, it is only the simplest one.

Next, under the watchful eyes of several people who had drunk the soup, Tian Luo poured another kind of juice that had been mixed earlier into the boiling cauldron.