Pang Tong gave a big burp, then stroked his belly, and half-spread it with a lazy face.

"These dishes ......" Fei Qian pointed to the table and said with a smile, "Do you have Jing Xiang too?" ”

Pang Tong nodded and said, "Not only that, but it is more delicate than you...... Take this mutton roast as an example...... "The Han Dynasty did not have the concept of stir-frying, so everything that was fried was also called roast."

“…… You use ordinary lamb leg meat here......" Pang Tong tapped lightly on the edge of the bean plate, with a look of contempt on his face, "Do you know what Liu Jingzhou uses?" Take only the sheep's spine, and discard the rest! Look at you...... Know no, that's the gap ......"

Fei Qian laughed and didn't care.

For the pursuit of food, as a person of the foodie empire, this is an innate talent, and it can't be stopped if you want to. Even in later generations, Fei Qian did not toss less in order to eat. Of course, the most enviable thing for Fei Qian is not to drink tea in Bashu in the morning and coffee in Paris in the evening, but to eat when you want to eat, and it is best to go to the place of origin to eat, because only in this way is the most authentic taste......

It's like if you want to eat pig-killing dishes, Madier popsicles, and go to Heilongjiang; If you want to eat pot-wrapped meat and miso meat, go to Jilin; If you want to eat mackerel cakes and three fresh leek boxes, go to Liaoning; If you want to eat a whole sheep feast and make swan eggs secretly, go to Inner Mongolia; If you want to eat grilled buns and lamb skewers, go to Xinjiang; If you want to eat barley wine, butter tea, and Tibetan noodles, go to Tibet......

Qinghai has haggis, hand-grabbed beef, mixed noodles; Gansu has Lanzhou stuffed skin, live sugar oil cake, sugar pot helmet; Shaanxi has mutton steamed buns, meat sandwich buns, gourd heads; Shanxi has fish money, Taiyuan ramen, noodle tea, cat ears; Hebei has donkey meat burned, pancake zygote, beef cover cake; Sichuan has dan dan noodles, dragon copying hands, Xiba tofu; Guizhou has intestinal noodles, lotus leaf glutinous cakes, silk dolls; Chongqing has chicken shredded tofu brain, hemp round, and crosses the bridge to copy hands; Yunnan has millet cake, bean curd rice noodles, small pot bait shreds......

How much is that, and how much is not listed?

It's a blessing to be able to eat.

The world of the foodie empire is the most beautiful.

"You did it on purpose......"

Pang Tong smashed his mouth, then took a small sip of tea soup, and said slowly.

"What?" Fei Qian was a little puzzled.

Pang Tong knocked on the table.

"Oh......" Fei Qian nodded and said, "Half and half...... You know, I'm a greedy man......"

Pang Tong laughed a few times and said, "I know, why don't you know...... When you use a net to replenish fish at the foot of Deer Mountain, and you don't even let go of those small fish, I will know...... Still, that's not bad......"

"Hmm." Fei Qian turned the tea bowl and said with some surprise, "Honestly...... I'd rather be remembered as a foodie general than as just a general who marches to the west......"

Pang Tong looked at Fei Qian and said slowly: "Eating is human nature. Only when you are satisfied with eating, can there be other ...... I think it's good that you have a lot of dishes here...... At least it's simpler than a real gun, and it's not suspicious...... When I crossed Heluo, Yang also tried several times, but finally gave up...... This food may also be partly credited......"

What do the poor eat?

Stick paste.

If people are extremely poor, will they have the energy to study a dish on the left and innovate a way to eat it on the right?

Apparently not.

Therefore, although many people suspect that Feiqian should not have much reserve after the successive battles here, but seeing the dishes in Pingyang being renovated one after another, this is not very easy to confirm.

In addition, these people don't pay much attention to the original merger to the north, and there are not many people available, so the question of the number of internal reserves in Feiqian has become a difficult mystery to solve.

Fei Qian smiled, then his face sank a little, and said, "How dare the Yang family embarrass you?" ”

"Hmph......" Pang Tong said, "Why don't you dare, Heluo is now the Yang family alone...... Fortunately, the Marquis of Lin Jin is still more sober and takes care of His Majesty's face, otherwise the Yang family would probably have walked sideways in Heluo......"

Fei Qian was silent for a while, then waved his hand to make the attendants who were waiting on the side retreat, and then said, "...... You're from Jingxiang...... How is the situation around us changing? ”

Pang Tong also put away the hippie smiling face, and said seriously: "It's going to be a big mess soon...... It's mainly two Yuan ......"

Pang Tong stretched out his finger, gestured in the air, and said, "...... The north and the south are two yuan, and now it seems that there must be a tacit understanding...... The rear is decided first, and then the decisive battle is held, and Yanqing Erzhou is the final battlefield...... So Liu Jingzhou was also very panicked, and when I came, I specially explained that I wanted to ask you for more war horses......"

Speaking of this, Pang Tong shook his head and cut off, obviously not very satisfied with Liu Biao's performance.

"So the one who wants Er Yuan to fight the most is the Yang family?" Fei Qian said.

Pang Tong nodded and said, "That's natural, but, to be honest, if the two Yuan join forces, it's really an extremely troublesome thing...... So your crockpot is safe now...... Can you fight, I can't take care of you, and the people around me who are staring at you can't beat you...... Tsk......"

Fei Qian said: "So how long do you think I have to be here?" ”

Pang Tong shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Couldn't it be that day, Er Yuan suddenly realized that he joined forces, and everyone didn't have to play soon? After all, the Yang family started too late, and he was tossed by Dong, and his strength was still a little worse, and once the two Yuan joined forces, he couldn't compete with ......"

"That's right...... It seems that Guanzhong can only let it go......" Fei Qian sighed.

Pang Tong frowned and said, "Who suggested taking the guan at this time?" It's too much of a rush...... Yuan straight? ”

Fei Qian nodded.

Pang Tong also nodded, shook his head again, and said slowly: "Don't blame him." It's just that you have to count yourself...... Yuan Zhi was originally born in ...... Therefore, the heart of meritorious service is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people...... But don't be harsh, otherwise it's easy to lose your sharpness......"

"Huh?" Fei Qian glanced at Pang Tong up and down a few times, and said, "Okay...... I even understand this, it seems that I have learned a lot during this time! ”

Pang Tong just straightened his chest triumphantly, and then he didn't know what he thought of, his face collapsed, and he waved his hand with some interest and said: "This is a small way, not enough to mention." ”

Fei Qian looked at Pang Tong's expression and guessed a little, but he didn't say anything, just nodded, and secretly woke up in his heart to write it down, after all, he might be able to use it in the future......

"So, shouldn't you give it to Your Majesty?" Fei Qian laughed twice.

Pang Tong also smiled and said: "That's natural, sending the newly harvested Zhuang He is the proper meaning......

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"Eryuan ......"

Yang Biao stood on top of the head of Luoyang City, looked at the sky, and sighed softly.

Even if the autumn harvest is approaching, there are still a large number of people who are repairing the city of Luoyang day and night.

In the huge Luoyang City, the city walls need to be repaired, the roads need to be cleared, the moats need to be dug up, and a large number of large quantities of blue bricks, stones, and timber from Luoshui pass through boats or rafts, and are continuously sent to the south of Luoyang City, and then dragged into Luoyang City by ants-like labor, little by little, with logs and hemp ropes......

Although a fire burned for three days and three nights, but after all, a lot of masonry rammed earth still can't be burned, and these burned waste materials can be removed and naturally rebuilt, but if you want to restore the original prosperous and wealthy appearance of Luoyang, it is definitely not possible to complete it in ten or eight years.

The first to be completed was the Chongde Hall in the imperial city of the city.

Of course, at this time, the Chongde Hall was just a crude simplified version, and there was even no vermilion lacquer in some places, and the white wood was exposed. However, in any case, at least it also protected a little face of the Han Emperor Liu Xie, so that he would not be like in history, he could only curl up under the broken eaves and walls.

In history, Liu Xie was lucky enough to get out of Li Guo's control and returned to Luoyang after experiencing the great trouble between Li Guo and the two of them, and after the Heluo epidemic and the great drought, and even the phenomenon of cannibalism in many places, he was lucky enough to get out of Li Guo's control and returned to Luoyang, which lasted five years.

At that time, the Hongnong Yang clan also exhausted its original savings in the face of natural and man-made disasters for a long time, resulting in Cao Cao leading his troops to come without the power to check and balance.

But now, Yang Biao thinks that there is still a chance, provided that Er Yuan must make a last game.

A few days ago, the edict to canonize Yuan Shao and others was finally issued.

This is obviously not a strategy that Liu Xie can come up with by himself, but Yang Biao pondered for a long time, and finally agreed, and turned these edicts into real objects, because it was indeed beneficial to Yang Biao himself.

But the problem is that no one is stupid......

So it's better to do something more.

"Someone!"

Yang Biao groaned for a while, and finally issued an order, "The edict is issued to all counties in the world, the Han Emperor will return to the Emperor, and after the autumn harvest, he should pay tribute!" ”

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"Binh Duong Burning...... Tsk......"

Cao Cao picked up the last bit of the dish and stuffed it into his mouth, then looked at the smooth bean plate, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really exquisite......"

"If the lord rejoices, let someone do it again!" Cao Hong said with a smile.

Cao Cao was a little moved, but finally put down his chopsticks, shook his head, and said, "...... That's it...... No need to ......"

After the attendant removed all the leftovers on the table, and served tea and dried fruits, Cao Cao said slowly: "Zilian invited someone to come, not just to eat this Pingyang roast......

Cao Hong laughed twice and said, "The lord is wise, I am thinking that I have also received a lot of gold and silver during this time...... I wondered if I should go and change some weapons and horses north......"

Cao Cao snorted and said, "I said it a certain morning, and you won't change this habit...... What is the use of silver and gold in these years? However, this is not the North Caravan......"

Cao Cao said, his face was a little bad, and he understood what Cao Hong meant.

Cao Hong is greedy for money, but he is not to the point of personally running the caravan, and the reason why he told Cao Cao this is precisely because of the reason for the caravan......

The caravans that came from the north seemed to have only reached the Chenliu realm at most since Yuan Shu attacked Yanzhou, and they no longer went east, so any goods were also delivered in the Chenliu realm.

Of course, such behavior is understandable for the caravan in the north.

Would that caravan be willing to get caught in the middle of the battlefield at any time, and risk being caught by both sides on the battlefield at any time, and casually putting on the name of a spy and swallowing all the goods with them?

But after Chen Liu's delivery, when the goods arrived at Cao Cao, they changed hands several times.

Last time, the war horses and weapons sent from the north side of the country had not arrived here for a long time, and if it wasn't for Cao Hong's pursuit of it a few times, it was not certain when it would have arrived in Cao Cao's hands......

"Zilian's meaning...... Cao Cao knocked his head, a little headache, and said, "...... A certain also knows, but Meng Zhuo is a certain irreversible friend......"

Cao Hong looked at Cao Cao, and was also a little helpless, so he could only say: "Lord, or else...... How about sending another caravan to Chenliu's territory? The lord can know that Zhang Gong is chivalrous and unparalleled, but his subordinate officials may not! Although the number of war horses is the same, most of them are horses! Firearms, blades, etc. are also mixed! This matter is either shoddy by the people of the north, or it is ......"

Cao Cao raised his palms and said, "Hugh is talking nonsense!" ”

"Lord!" Cao Hong shouted.

"Okay, a certain know......" Cao Cao stood up, smiled, walked up to Cao Hong, patted Cao Hong on the shoulder, and said, "Zilian's heart, a certain know...... But Hugh will bring it up again...... Okay, so-and-so still has political affairs, so I'll go first...... Next time there will be a new dish in Binh Duong, and it will be ...... again."

Cao Cao didn't say anything anymore, and when he got out of Cao Hong's mansion, he smiled and waved his hand to let Cao Hong go back, but when he turned his head, his smile all shrank back.

Cao Cao even knew more about this than Cao Hong!

And there were no problems with the caravans to the north.

The fine work sent to Chen Liu has confirmed this, and whether it is equipment or war horses sold from the north, they are at least passable.

And with a turn of the hand, the good horse becomes a colt, and the blade becomes mutilated......

Of course, Cao Cao wanted to find out what was going on, but before that, he cared more about Yuan Shao's attitude.

Zhang Miao sent an envoy to Jizhou, although it was secret, but Cao Cao still found out, of course, it is impossible to know what Zhang Miao and Yuan Shao communicated.

According to normal terms, Zhang Miao's behavior is understandable.

Zhang Miao was Cao Cao's benefactor.

If it weren't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao would not be today, maybe he would have been tied up, stuffed into a cage car, and sent to Luoyang to cut off his head and hang it above the city gate.

If it weren't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao wouldn't be able to recruit troops, maybe he could only look at the peach blossoms in his backyard at home, sighing that his body was not at the right time and his luck was not good.

"Meng Zhuo, ......"

Cao Cao looked up at the sky, softly, long, and sighed.

The white clouds in the sky are fluttering and changing, just like Cao Cao's heart at the moment......