In recent years, there has been not enough food to eat, and recently because of the war, the grain reserves in Luoyang City are very insufficient. The arrival of Mu Fushu and San Lang immersed the entire Luoyang City in the excitement of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and the people who witnessed them killing all over the world were even more afraid of the Turks being crushed by the excitement of not having to be killed.

When I learned that the savior of Luoyang City, the prince of Huai, and the county lord lived in the Wen family, in less than an hour, the front of the Wen family was already full of things, from green vegetables, meat and eggs to silk and satin, and there was actually a whole big fat pig that was cleaned up, and the gate of the Wen family was almost impossible to open.

Halfway through the unitary hour, Chun Mian, who had washed his clothes, jumped in, led Mu Fushu out of the door, and when he walked to the yard, he happened to meet San Lang who came with a little spring, and the four of them went to the front yard together to feed.

Along the way, Chunmian chattered about the grand occasion piled up outside the door, and said with a red face: "The day before yesterday, the kitchen steward said that there was less and less food in the house, but I didn't expect that there would be so much more at once today, so I don't have to worry about having nothing to entertain the prince and the county lord." ”

San Lang walked beside Mu Fushu, lowered his head and leaned into her ear and said, "Shizi? Well? ”

Mu Fushu ate and laughed: "Isn't this a good opportunity for you to correct your name?" ”

No matter whose son he is, Mu Fushu just wants to confirm that he is the only remaining bloodline of King Huai.

Before the death of Emperor Wai, he had decreed that King Huai was crowned the crown prince, although after the King of Huai's whole family was soon destroyed, this holy decree was gone, but now King Huai has a son who is still alive It is different, he is more justifiable than the King of Shu and has the imperial inheritance of the Great Sui.

Although the king of Shu made his debut, uh, the rebellion was relatively early, but the problem was that he fell short and did not take Huizhou City, Mu Fushu seems to be a good thing, but I want to thank the Turks. If the King of Shu has now entered Huizhou, he will inevitably ascend the throne next, and it will be difficult to say that San Lang will be able to say. Now everyone in the world knows that Yang Sanlang, the son of King Huai, defeated the Turks and kept Luoyang, the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Although it is a little sorry for the King of Shu to say this, but people do not destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, Mu Fushu and San Lang have great ambitions, and in front of this little selfishness, every qiē is a floating cloud.

During the Sui Dynasty, Chang'an and Luoyang were both used as national capitals, and there were imperial palaces and palaces in both capitals. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty is Chang'an is the national capital, Luoyang is called Suidu, after a year Chang'an moved, the emperor moved the capital to Luoyang, although the palace of Chang'an was renovated later, these two capitals have become the national capital, see which emperor prefers which of the two capitals.

Emperor Sui Ai likes Chang'an City, which can be seen from the title he gave Yang Weiai, and he also once wanted to give Chang'an City to Yang Weiai as a princess fief, some courtiers played to object, Emperor Sui Ai also said "I wish to move the capital to Luoyang, let Chang'an and the eldest princess" words, it can be seen that Emperor Wai loves Yang Weiai.

It only takes one day to get from Luoyang to Chang'an, and keeping Luoyang will also keep Chang'an. This victory is very meaningful in a certain way.

When he arrived at the dining room, Wen Yixia led his disciples and nephews to stand in the house and wait, there were two ice basins in the corner, but unfortunately the room was too big, and he still didn't feel much cold.

Seeing them come in, Wen Yixia said apologetically: "Daddy is unwell, so he can't feed." ”

Mu Fushu thought that Wen Lao Langjun was nearly eighty years old and still wearing such thick leather armor standing in the sun, thinking that he would not suffer from heat stroke, and couldn't help but worry: "Grandpa is fine, right?" I have medicine to cool off, why don't you give some to Grandpa? ”

Wen Yixia's exploration of the mysterious package brought by the two had been dispelled, because after his father Wen Qingqu woke up and took the medicine sent by Mu Fu, he was gone!!

Wen Yixia invited the house doctor to carefully examine the medicine, but the house doctor smelled and licked it and didn't say why, and he couldn't tell what kind of medicine it was.

As for the fact that Wen Qingqu didn't cough for more than an hour when he was asleep, he was selectively forgotten by Wen Yixia, and he firmly believed that Daddy had stopped his cough by taking the medicine sent by Mu Fushu.

Just before he came over, Daddy ate a big bowl of porridge, his breathing was smoother, and his face was stretched. If it weren't for Wen Yixia screwing himself hard, he would have thought that he was still in a dream.

Mu Fushu and San Lang are not hypocritical people, and when they saw so many people waiting for them, they were a little embarrassed. Wen Yixia beckoned them to take their seats, and everyone sat at three tables in a hall.

There are a lot of dishes on the table, whole chicken and duck, whole pots of hooves, and vegetables such as gourd loofah. It looks like a big table and tastes okay.

Mu Fushu and San Lang did not sit together. Mu Fushu is a lady after all, so she sat at a table with three cheap nephews, and the four people were also a big table of dishes, Mu Fushu moved the chopsticks and the three and a half children said: "Auntie, please." And he began to eat it.

Mu Fushu was stunned to watch them quickly eliminate the food on the table with an elegant posture but gluttony, and originally wanted to politely divide some of the dishes on the table to other tables, after all, the year is not good, the people around her cherish food, she has also suffered a few hungry meals, and she does not advocate wasting food.

After seeing with his own eyes what it means to "eat a poor man with half a child", Mu Fushu decisively chose to shut up, and only picked a plate of loofah and egg custard to eat.

After the storm fell, the three boys also knew to leave the loofah and egg custard that their aunt "liked", and the rest of the dishes were almost empty, which made Mu Fushu's eyes widen in surprise. The three boys touched their stomachs and said comfortably: "I'm full, aunt eat slowly!" ”

Mu Fushu also put down the empty bowl: "I'm also full, what about the remaining egg custard and loofah?" It's not good to waste food. ”

Wen Jiaqi picked up the spoon: "I'm coming, if I waste it, I will be damned." ”

After saying that, I quickly finished eating.

The youngest Wen Jiaxu looked at Mu Fushu with a grateful face: "Thank you Auntie, these things are all sent by the people, and we are stained with my aunt's light." ”

Mu Fushu didn't know that the food in the Wen Mansion was already scarce like this, and when he turned around and saw that the other two tables were still eating, he asked in a low voice, "There is no food in the house?" ”

"It's not enough to run out of food, it's just that you don't eat much." Wen Jiahao is the biggest, if it weren't for the chaos of the world, he would have gotten married. Speaking of the situation in the house, he knows more than his two younger brothers.

"If it's too hot, the meat won't be preserved, and the vegetables will spoil easily. Vegetable farmers from outside the city have fled into the inner city, and we haven't eaten fresh food for days. ”

Mu Fushu looked at the three children with a depressed face, and couldn't help but sympathize: "Then you will eat white rice?" ”

"Where is the rice? It's just brown rice and pickles. Yesterday there was a bowl of soy soup, and the soy sauce came from Shudi, and it was not easy to get here, and the housekeeper finally bought a jar. ”

Looking at the three "nephews" who were a little emaciated, Mu Fushu was a little distressed: "When you arrive in Shudi, my aunt will invite you to eat delicious food, braised pork, sauerkraut fish soup, braised prawns, tender steaks, ......."

Three and a half young men stared at Mu Fushu with six pairs of wet black eyes, and there was almost a word in their eyes: "I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat......"

Wen Yixia on the table next to him was eating and paying attention to the movement here, and his heart was also a little pantothenic, he had never lacked food when his son and nephew were their age, not to mention staple food, and there was no shortage of snacks, these children didn't catch up with the good time......

After a hearty meal, except for the three children, everyone else was a little congested.

Mu Fushu and San Lang brought medicine to see Wen Lao Langjun, and found that he was really suffering from heat stroke, and now he was suffering from a low-grade fever and sweating, and he didn't look well. Mu Fushu took a heat-dissipating pill and mixed half a cup of space well water for Wen Lao Langjun to eat before leaving.

When Saburo went out, he found Wen Jiaqi and Wen Jiaxu, and coaxed them to the kitchen under the pretext that the two of them wanted to visit Wenfu. It was already full of messy food, and Wen Jiaxu excitedly pointed to the eating passages: "These are all sent to my aunt and Uncle San Lang by people in Luoyang City." ”

Mu Fushu frowned: "Isn't there an ice cellar?" ”

On such a hot day, not to mention meat, vegetables can't be preserved for a few days.

"There is a cellar, there is no ice in it, and the ones used today are all given by others."

It has only been less than a month since the Wen family moved here, and there was no ice at all last winter, and the cellar was just an ornament.

Mu Fushu thought about it, beckoned Wen Jiaxu and said a few words, he nodded again and again, and ran out quickly. Wen Jiaqi flashed his starry eyes and asked Mu Fushu: "Auntie, can that saltpeter really make ice?" ”

"Of course you can!" Mu Fushu turned his head to look at San Lang: "I don't believe you asked him." ”

San Lang also nodded, and Wen Jiaqi pulled San Lang and walked forward quickly: "Let's go get a basin to fill the water." ”

When it was dark, Wen Jiaqi and Wen Jiaxu made their first pot of ice. The two were amazed, looking at Mu Fushu and San Lang's eyes almost burning, Wen Jiahao, who rushed to hear the news, was also shocked and incomparable, and finally understood what Daddy meant to him: "The prince and the county lord are really gods." ”

They fell from the sky and defeated the Turks, and then Grandpa didn't cough or vomit blood after using the medicine, and he didn't eat anymore after eating that kind of heatstroke pill, and after taking a shower and sweating, he ate a big bowl of rice, and now he is talking to Grandpa who is full of energy. Just now he saw his two younger brothers make ice out of saltpeter, what is this not a god and a man?

Mu Fushu couldn't help but want to run away from the gaze of "you must be immortals", and San Lang also looked embarrassed: "This is actually a chemical reaction...... is a ...... Well, the effect ......"

The more he depicted it, Mu Fu pulled him and said with a smile: "You hurry up and make ice and move those foods to the cellar, otherwise it will be a pity that it will be broken!" ”

The three boys then remembered that their task was arduous, and although they were shocked by this "magic spell" by their families, they still remembered that they could not leak secrets, and insisted that the three of them do it themselves. In an age where a recipe with shredded fish and shredded pork can become a family heirloom, the art of ice making is as precious as turning a stone into gold.

As a result, the three of them officially became the brain-dead fans of San Lang and Mu Fushu, and followed them to fight in the north and south, creating a new generation of the prosperous era of the Great Sui. R1152