In addition to five huge palace groups in Chang'an, there are nine cities, one hundred and sixty Luli, eight streets and nine mo, the road is straight and wide, and trees such as locust, elm, pine, cypress and other trees are planted on both sides of the road, keeping green shade, preventing dust, and also giving passers-by shelter from the heat and rain.

The middle-aged man enthusiastically and in detail introduced the scenery on both sides of the street, Yang Pingfan carefully looked at the capital of the Chinese Empire more than two thousand years ago, the center of power, with eyes full of awe and curiosity, the young man saw his focused expression, and couldn't help but smile slightly, it was really not from Chang'an.

Gradually, the carriage entered the palace area, which was forbidden to the common people, but the carriage drove straight into the stone-paved square, and the heart could not help but fluctuate.

The famous Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty lived here!

"On the right is Weiyang Palace, on the left is Changle Palace, and in front of it is an arsenal, where 100,000 sets of armor and weapons are stored. ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the front and introduced, Yang Pingfan looked along his fingers, sure enough, there were huge palace groups on the left and right, the arsenal was a single-storey building, but the volume was also extremely amazing, one of the warehouses was hundreds of meters long, fifty meters deep, there were as many as seven such warehouses, I am afraid that almost all the weapons and materials of the Han Dynasty were gathered, and there were soldiers wearing armor and holding Changge on duty outside the warehouse, burly and strong, presumably the legendary elite Yulin Army.

"The princes live in the north of Weiyang Palace, that place is called Beique Jiadi, and many of your relatives must live there. ”

The middle-aged man had already defaulted to Yang Pingfan as the Han family clan in his heart, and said with a smile, "That's where the dignitaries are located, without the emperor's will, Weiyang Palace can't enter, let's go to Shanglin Yuan for a walk." ”

Shanglin Garden is the royal garden outside Chang'an City, three hundred miles longitudinal and horizontal, and a large number of wild animals are stocked for the emperor's hunting, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, Yang Pingfan sits in the carriage and looks at the flowers, unconsciously it is already noon, everyone feels hungry, and the middle-aged man took everyone to a wine shop.

It was noon, and the liquor store was overcrowded, and all kinds of shouts were mixed together, forming a chorus of market flavors.

Yang Pingfan thought that there was no seat, but when he saw a high-nosed, deep-eyed, plump orchid at the door of the wine shop, he saw the middle-aged man's carriage stop on the side of the road, covered his mouth and smiled, turned around and galloped into the lobby, the bell on his body made a crisp and cheerful sound.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball rushed to the carriage with a sliding shovel like a gust of wind, with a respectful expression, "Lord Dongfang, where has your elegant seat been kept." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, beckoned Yang Pingfan to get out of the car, and went to the box on the second floor. ”

The fat boss bowed slightly, and withdrew from the box, Yang Pingfan and the middle-aged man sat face to face, the Han Dynasty implemented a separate meal system, a small table in front of each person during the meal, sitting on the ground, the tableware is mainly lacquerware and early porcelain, and the shape also has traces of bronze, such as the tripod made of coarse porcelain.

Zhao wine first, the middle-aged man's two favorite concubines served on the side, giving the two of them a full corner, the middle-aged man picked up the wine, was about to speak, a group of cavalry passed by outside the door, setting off bursts of dust and smoke, Yang Pingfan looked at the corner of his eyes, only to see the knights' hats with bright young chicken feathers, waist with horizontal knives, long bows on their backs, and singing and walking, indispensable.

"It's the ruling Jingo, don't worry about them. ”

The middle-aged humane, "A group of noble relatives who have been spoiled by the emperor." ”

Yang Pingfan was speechless, bowed his head and drank wine and ate meat.

Venison stewed, without the blessing of various bells and whistles condiments in later generations, naturally does not meet the definition of food in Yang Pingfan's mind, but it is better than cooking, but it can also be eaten.

The chef seems to like to use salt to cook venison, Yang Pingfan was salty when he ate it, he naturally didn't know that in the era of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty more than 2,000 years ago, the Han Dynasty had implemented the monopoly of salt and iron, and Chang'an, which was located in the Guanzhong Plain, wanted to eat a big meal with enough salt It was a luxury, so putting more salt became a status symbol.

His throat was so flustered that Yang Pingfan picked up the wine corner and drank it all.

As soon as Yang Pingfan took this wine, he felt that something was wrong, the wine was not a weak rice wine, but a strong fermented mare's milk wine, and he choked his throat as soon as he entered it.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and laughed: "I haven't drunk it, this is Zhao Di's wine, come, eat some sauce, you can slow down the fierceness of this wine." ”

Yang Pingfan took the spoon handed over by the pet Ji according to his words, the color and fragrance, the sauce was black, the color was gone, but the fragrance was strong, Yang Pingfan took a small bite, it melted in his mouth, like a warm current rushing through his throat, and the feeling of the spicy throat was really much better.

In the baseline time and space, sauce is like an all-purpose instant noodle seasoning, which can be carried wherever it is needed. Just go and listen to the book

A spoonful of meat sauce can save an unappetizing meal, a bottle of Lao Gan Ma can soothe the Chinese stomachs of countless international students, and even a piece of sesame paste can support the whole summer of the people of the imperial capital.

Sauce has a long history as a seasoning, and there is a record of sauce in the "Zhou Li", but at that time, the sauce was mainly made of animal raw materials, called "醢", using the meat of various animals, cut into diced meat minced, mixed with cooked rice or other grains, and then added koji, Salt and other seasonings, pickled with wine, and then with the development and progress of agricultural production, grains have gradually become the main source of protein for people, and beans have gradually entered the field of brewing, so a variety of fermented foods with beans as raw materials, soybeans as raw materials, through the fermentation process made of "sauce", should first appear in the Western Han Dynasty.

There is a record of "coriander salt soybean sorrel sauce" in the Western Han Dynasty history travel "Urgent Chapter", that is, the bean noodles are also used, the meat is said to be boiled, the bones are used as the mouth, the sauce is the word, and the food is the sauce.

Zhao Di is in the north, next to the Huns, Yang Pingfan's heart moved when he heard this, and he glanced downstairs, when the beautiful orchid who sold wine was brown-haired and fair-skinned, and the bridge of his nose was high, Yang Pingfan, who had dealt with Wuhu in the Jin Dynasty, could immediately recognize it, this was probably a Qianren.

"This Zhao wine is transported from the generation, the simple clay pot is sealed and shipped, and the thatched hut on the side of the road is covered with a flag, and the clay pot mud seal looks natural and harmonious. ”

While the middle-aged man was talking, the pretty pet girl scooped out the wine from the wooden barrel with a slender and curved wooden spoon, poured it into the wine corner like a silver thread, and gently opened the lid, put the red square venison into a dinner plate, and asked softly: "My lord, can this meat be cut correctly?"

Yang Pingfan snorted: "If you can't cut it properly and don't eat, that's a set of Kongqiu." The root of meat is thick and delicious, so why care about the square frame? ”

At this time, Emperor Wu deposed Confucianism for many years, Confucianism regained power, and middle-aged people were also Confucianists.

Yang Pingfan smacked his lips, reminiscing about the taste of the mare's milk wine just now, thinking about it, he swallowed the truth back, and said nonsense: "Zhao wine is brewed with cold mountains and cold springs, and there is a killing atmosphere in the wine, and the cold of Zhao wine contains heat and blood." How many people in the world are there who know the wine?"

After speaking, Fu Jue, who was still pretending, sighed.

These words directly stabbed the sore spot in the heart of the middle-aged man, he seemed to think of something, drank a few glasses in a row, and staggered to stand up to do fu: "It's not what the son can prepare." At that time, at this time, how could it be the same? When Su Qin and Zhang Yi were in trouble, the Zhou family was bad, the princes were not in court, they fought for power, they captured each other with soldiers, and they were the twelve countries, and there were no male and female. Those who win are strong, and those who lose are dead, so it is said to be good. In the honorable position, the treasures are full of inside, and there are cangmoose outside, Ze and future generations, and the descendants will enjoy it for a long time. Now it is not the case: the Holy Emperor Deliu, the world is shocked, the princes are obedient, even beyond the four seas are thought to be the belt, and they are content to be overturned, and the world is average, and they are all one family, and they move to make trouble, and they are still lucky......"

The middle-aged man chanted fiercely and was full of resentment, but Yang Pingfan was drowsy, he knew that this was the famous Han Fu in history, but the two were too far apart, and he almost couldn't understand a word, which made the middle-aged man feel like he was playing the piano with a cow.

"Lord Dongfang, I will also send you a poem. ”

Yang Pingfan said, the middle-aged man didn't introduce himself, but he heard that the fat boss and the two favorite concubines kept calling him Dongfang, and Yang Pingfan also called him so.

"Oh, and listen to my brother's poems. ”

The Dongfang adults were interested on the surface, but there was contempt in the depths of their eyes, Han Fu is not something that a cat or a dog can do, young people are noble children, but in literature, it is easy to be struck by lightning if you want to pretend to x.

Yang Pingfan coughed dryly, his mind turned around, and he quickly thought of a famous drunkard in history.

"Wine, Kimporo, Wu Ji fifteen fine horses. Qingdai thrush red brocade boots, the word is not just singing. The tortoiseshell feast is drunk in his arms, and the hibiscus tent is at the bottom of the king!"

After the poem was recited, the Lord of the East was dumbfounded.

This is the Tang Dynasty great poet Li Bai roamed the south of the Yangtze River in his youth, the poem is intended to be a pair of wine songs, but for the love language, and the ancient words are different, the poem writes that Ye Yu is in the song building, the scene of the tavern, depicting the alcohol, Meiji, the words are exquisite, the city is picturesque, and the environment of the two people is so appropriate.

The poem persuades people to enjoy themselves in time, and also dispels the depression and anger in the hearts of Oriental adults, although this is just the simplest vernacular text, and cannot be compared with the gorgeous long endowment, but how can it sound so sophisticated, so appropriate, so beautiful.

What a fool is this, he is clearly a genius who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

"Bring me my harp!"

The Oriental Lord was very interested, and the accompanying woman hurriedly went back to the car to get the piano box, wiped the table, and put on the guqin, the body of the piano was pitch black, faintly revealing the faint green, like vines climbing the ancient wood, the Oriental Lord tried the piano sound, began to improvise and play, composed music on the spot, shook his head and sang the Taibai poem plagiarized by Yang Pingfan just now, and sang it over and over again, Yang Pingfan was dizzy when he listened, but others were willing to eat it.