The ancients celebrated the New Year as a major event, and the year was busy, so it was not just for a good year. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the streets of Luyi County, there are neighbors who are earlier than Meng Yue and are busy with New Year's goods. Meng Yue was not very familiar with the customs of the Ming Festival, so she came according to her habits. Xun wax to make sausages, only need to tell the cook, although the cook is puzzled by "using pine maple camellia shell sawdust", the New Year's wax goods are dried. But when the young lady tells her, the cook will naturally do it, whether you are right or not, and the young lady will be happy.

The maple trees in this year are all over the mountains and fields, and nowadays people collect firewood for use, often do not see the tree, only cut the branches. The semi-wet branches are erected and covered with mixed camellia shells and sawdust, and the cook is ingenious enough to mix the aged tea leaves, soak the first two waters, and leave the drink, and the wet tea leaves will be smoked.

It has only been more than half a month, and he is so decent, Meng Yue muttered in his heart, "If you take a bite, your blood pressure will explode", but she was really hungry for this. The chicken, dried beans, liver, and goose are each steamed on a plate, and she eats her whole person properly from the inside out.

Master Meng: "In previous years, it was not that there was no ham from the south, why didn't I see you eating so happily?"

Master Meng is talking about cloud legs, the production process is not the same thing as the lavender in the Xiangjiang area, although Meng Yue was not born in Xiangjiang, her mother is, she is used to eating that bite, and thousands of pieces of ham are just like that. Meng Yue drank the hawthorn tea sent by Jiangcao to eat, and said to Master Meng: "Since I ate Yao Qingdai's smoked meat last time, the ham is not delicious, this is what suits my appetite." Dad didn't like it too, and said that I, after eating this whole plate, I have half of it, and you have half of it. ”

"Yes, yes, every year is right, but the mouth is heavy, don't eat more, this meal is enough, if you want to eat in the future, you need to measure it. "Master Meng was also taken by Meng Yue, she ate so deliciously, Master Meng couldn't help but be brought to the rhythm.

"Dad, it's time to send New Year's gifts everywhere, the cook has so black hands, and she has smoked a whole ten pigs. Go back and add this to the New Year's gift, it's a pity that you can't finish it, you have to finish it, and I'm worried that you and I won't be able to bear it. "Meng Yue was scared by the cook, okay, not only ten pigs, but also chickens, ducks, geese, donkeys, sheep and fish, and some game. Meng Yue only sighed when he saw it, the year of the landlord's family was really different.

"Since it's delicious, it's okay to add it as a New Year's gift, but ten pigs is not much, and there are so many people up and down in the family, and it's not just our father and daughter who eat. The workers in the dyeing workshop, weaving workshop, and restaurant in the family always have to send some during the New Year, so that they have to smoke more than ten or twenty heads, not to mention more than ten or twenty heads. After Master Meng finished speaking, he instructed the housekeeper behind him to write down the matter.

Meng Yue: I finally understand a little bit of the world of Xianhao.

In the blink of an eye, Laba was almost there, and Meng Yue was busy preparing Laba porridge, when Master Meng had already given out the first batch of New Year's gifts. First the officials of the county, and then the local tyrants who had business dealings, when the subordinates of the Meng Mansion came back from giving New Year's gifts, they also brought back a piece of news -- the county guard of the county was assassinated on the way back to his hometown, and the old and young of the family, together with the coachman and other subordinates, were all spared, and their bodies were dumped in the reeds by the river thirty miles away in Luyi County.

"It is said that it alarmed the Dali Temple and the Inspectorate, and it seems that it did not die at the hands of bandits. ”

Dali Temple only tries serious cases, and the Inspectorate hears that it is correcting hundreds of officials, if it is not for the officialdom's selfishness, and the officials involved are of higher rank, why use Dali Temple and the Inspectorate to cooperate with the Criminal Department to investigate.

"It's not a matter of two days a day, it's almost a month, and I ...... that day Drunk, that imperial history seems to have been driven away by the dust. Meng Yue smacked her mouth, the big thing had nothing to do with her, and she put it down after a few smacks and continued to prepare her laba porridge.

The cook tried it several times, but the laba porridge boiled out was not the taste in Meng Yueji, the ingredients were almost the same, but there was still something missing. Meng Yue described the lack of taste to the cook, and the cook pondered for a long time, patted her thigh and said, "Miss is talking about barley kernels?"

"Add it to a pot and taste it. ”

This time it was right, the barley kernels were crispy when cooked, and they would be a little elastic if they were cooked badly, and Meng Yue liked this taste very much. The cook was called to cook laba porridge according to the recipe of this pot, and as usual, she needed to cook several large pots and share it with her neighbors.

In addition to sharing food with neighbors, each family also sends each other, and the basic meaning of each family is to send it, who really eats it, and each family sends each other, who is not carefully prepared, thick boiling, and each family fits the taste of each family. Meng Yue thought, anyway, that's what it means, it's better to cook a salty porridge.

Cook: Miss has been in trouble in the kitchen these days, and I don't think I know how to cook anymore.

"Miss, do you really boil it with cured pork ribs?" "Cured pork ribs, barley, corn ballast, kidney beans, rice beans, rhubarb rice, white sorghum rice, with the ingredients are beautiful, white, white and yellow.

"Anyway, no one really eats it, boil it. ”

Cook: Okay, Miss has the final say.

When boiled, it was full of wax aroma mixed with rice aroma, but the cook didn't dare to taste it and try it, and always felt that the taste must be very peculiar. After cooking the porridge and sending it to each family, it was natural to go to the official office first, and the concierge of the county order family took the porridge, sniffed and smelled, it was not sugar porridge, it smelled of bacon.

Although he didn't eat it, he still had to send it to Mrs. County Ling to say it, and Mrs. County Ling smelled this and smiled and said: "Meng Yuanwai, this year is ingenious, okay, leave a bowl, and send the rest to Guo Shaoqing and a few of them, it always means something." When other families come to send it, they will also leave a bowl on the tribute table, and send the rest, they will bring many people, and there will be no left. ”

Guo Shaoqing refers to Guo Yun, Shaoqing of Dali, who was sent to Luyi in the cold winter to investigate the tragedy, which can not be described as desolate. Originally, Dali Temple didn't need to send people, and the Criminal Department Shangshu and Dali Temple Qing didn't have any symptoms, but Guo Shaoqing became a pond fish. Since they have come, no matter how bleak the errand is, they still have to do it, and the case still has to be investigated, but fortunately, there are Wang Li of the Inspectorate and Shao Kanghuai, the director of the Criminal Department.

Mrs. County Ling sent someone to bring porridge, and it was sent to the three of them in a short time, Guo Yun: "Laba porridge? What does this smell like, it doesn't smell right." ”

Shao Kanghuai was born in a peasant family, and Guo Yun, who was not from a high family, was very hungry at this time, so he ordered someone to bring out a bowl: "It should be bacon, it should be salty porridge." ”

Guo Yun refused, Shao Kanghuai asked Wang Li, Wang Li nodded, Guo Yun: "Then why don't you give me some, don't give me more, I'll taste it first." ”

"The bacon I ate the day before yesterday was also from the same family, and I smell it. Shao Kanghuai still remembers the taste of fried winter bamboo shoots with donkey meat.

The steward smiled and said, "Exactly, if Master Shao likes to eat, the little one will tell the cook." ”

Shao Kanghuai hurriedly agreed, he is from Chuping County, Chu Ping is in Gandi, this taste is right for him: "I don't know which one, the taste seems to come from the hands of my neighbors." ”

The steward replied: "It was sent by the Meng Yuan's family in this county." ”

Wang Li was eating, but at this time, he suddenly put it down and glanced at the little guy behind him, and the little guy immediately took away the porridge bowl. Guo Yun poured out the taste, and after eating, he called someone to serve half a bowl again, but saw Wang Li put it down: "Chongya doesn't like this taste, I think it's better than sweet porridge." ”

Birds and birds perch on branches, fly down and fly, never stay, and trees are better not to be entangled.

PS: Wang Li's word heavy cliff is taken from the sentence "heavy cliff out of Liquan", which refers to the meaning of sweet spring of fine wine.

But life is not satisfactory, and people who take the name of Ganquan wine may not be as sweet as liquor in their lives.

Meng Yue is still not about it!