Busy until noon, Yang Huairen did not open a small stove alone, but ate a big pot of rice with the workers in the workshop during the lunch break. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

After seeing their food, Yang Huairen became angry, and he didn't dare to get angry with Lao Li Tou, the old man, so he caught the flowers and scolded two of them.

"What do we do? I own a restaurant, and the people in my own village eat these things? ”

The two of them were very innocent, but in the face of Yang Huairen, who was so angry, he didn't dare to refute, and he lowered his head and scolded without saying a word.

Seeing that the head of the house was really angry, Lao Zhou and Lao Qian came out to admit their mistakes when they were older, saying that the people who cooked in the house were the original cooks from the Nanyang County Palace, and it turned out to be the work of washing vegetables, and they were caught to cook, which did not taste good, and it had nothing to do with the two of them.

At this time, whether it was the person brought back by Yang Huairen or the original Zhuang household, when he saw the head of the house lose his temper for the first time, he was too frightened to speak, and sat in place in a daze and didn't know what to do.

Lao Li is old, and only he dares to stand up and relieve Hua Hao.

"Host, in fact, this is a good meal.

Our village is not as good as the people in the city who eat three meals a day, and they used to eat two meals a day.

When the sun comes out, get up early to work in the field, eat a dry meal, the sun sets, go home from work and drink a thin meal, and go to sleep on the kang as soon as it gets dark, and you don't feel hungry.

Since you bought the Zhuangzi and opened the workshop, the farmers who work in the workshop can have an extra meal, you cherish your own farmers, we all know, and we are grateful to you from the bottom of our hearts.

Look at the food in this pot, how can we have such good rice to eat in our own house, as well as two fresh vegetables, and from time to time there is fat pork to eat, which is better than what we eat during the New Year.

You don't know, those farmers who don't work in the workshop can envy them. ”

Yang Huairen's eyes were wet for some reason, and his chest was uncomfortable. Lao Li Tou's words were indeed true, but he was uncomfortable when he heard them.

The Great Song Dynasty is very rich and prosperous, but this kind of wealth is relative, and the peasants and people at the grassroots level are still living in great hardship, and being able to eat enough is their greatest pursuit.

The bustle of Tokyo makes it easy to forget that. It's like no matter how bright the fireworks are, they can't light up all the dark nights.

It is unreasonable for food producers to struggle with food and clothing. The country is rich but the people are rich, which is the biggest problem of the Great Song Dynasty.

When the bigwigs in the court were still arguing about the use of the new law or the old rule of law, when the empress dowager and the emperor were thinking about how to hold the supreme power, they forgot the foundation of a country - the people are the food and the country is the people.

The funny thing is that even if Yang Huairen wants to be kind to the farmers, it has become a problem, and if he can't do it, he has to give people a handle.

I couldn't eat the meal, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and Yang Huairen felt that he had to find something to do now to distract himself.

happened to see You Shixiong, so he simply pulled the old man to test the production method of compressed biscuits.

At noon, You Shixiong drank so much, this old man would really make a profit, and the new wine that had just been steamed in the morning, he found a big bowl and scooped it by himself, completely inappropriate for himself to be an outsider.

The new wine is more than 50 degrees, even if he is massive, three bowls of high wine into the stomach, it is inevitable to get drunk.

He drank a lot of good wine in vain without spending money, this kind of thing the old man You refused to miss, and the people in the workshop saw that he was dressed as a soldier, and he was a Zhuangzi who came with the head of the family, and no one dared to stop him.

Although Yang Huairen pulled him to help, he actually wanted to find someone to talk to, but the drunk You Shixiong was a mess of wine, chattering non-stop, and Yang Huairen didn't intervene at all.

If you are a man, you can brag about it, and if you get drunk, the cow will have to blow and fly around in the sky.

At the beginning, when the old man said that when he was young, he single-handedly overturned four or five Western Xia cavalry, Yang Huairen still believed it a little, and later he said that he had the experience of tearing the barbarian with his bare hands and receiving the white blade empty-handed, Yang Huairen had to concentrate on preparing the materials for compressing the biscuits.

After recalling for a long time, Yang Huairen remembered the ingredient list on the outside of the compressed biscuit package he had eaten.

The main raw materials are wheat flour, edible oil, sugar, water, sesame seeds and salt, which are roughly in the ratio of 10:2:2:1:0.5:0.1, and form a dough.

According to Yang Huairen's past experience, the dough used for biscuits should be mixed with oil before adding water, and it must be warm water, otherwise the dough is easy to clump.

When the dough is not significantly bonded, it can be pressed into a half-inch thick dough and baked.

Because the water content of the dough is not high, the temperature of baking must be grasped, the temperature is too low, it takes too long, and the temperature is high, which will cause the skin and the inside to be heated unevenly, resulting in the outside being baked, and the inside may be raw.

For experimentation, the dough was cut into three pieces, placed on a layered iron rack, and then placed in an oven for low baking.

About half an hour later, judging from the appearance, the surface of the dough cake closest to the flame had begun to glow black, so Yang Huairen took out the iron frame.

The bottom layer with the highest heating is obviously baked, and the middle and top layers of dough are a little different in ripeness, but they should be edible.

Put these two pieces under the nostrils and smell them, the oil fragrance and the face fragrance can still be satisfying, break off a corner and put it in the mouth to taste, although the taste is not delicious, but it is very close to the taste of compressed biscuits in later generations.

The next step is grinding and secondary pressing and molding, Yang Huairen was tired for a long time, and suddenly remembered that You Shixiong's nagging was gone, and when he turned his head to look, the old man leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Damn, buddy has been busy for a long time, with a headache, sore arms and sweating, and a face of ash on the stove, isn't it because he agreed to help you? It's good for you, you're happy to eat and drink by yourself, you blow all over the sky, and you fall asleep when you're tired.

I wanted to wake up You Shixiong and ask him to grind the powder, but seeing the old man sleeping sweetly, I didn't know what good things I ate in my dream, and I chirped a few times from time to time, and the hala was about to flow out, and Yang Huairen couldn't bear it anymore.

"Alas...... Why is my brother born to work hard? ”

sighed helplessly, I still had to ...... it myself Call someone to help grind the powder.

I wanted to catch a strong man, but when I went out, I met Li Heiniu who accompanied Li's mother in the Zhuangzi and just came back. Brother Hei Niu is honest, and when he heard that Yang Huairen needed strong labor, he naturally volunteered.

Rolling up his sleeves, his thick black and sturdy arms full of tendon meat were exposed, and Li Heiniu didn't take much effort to grind the two baked dough cakes into coarse powder with a small grinding disc.

Yang Huairen found a temporary mold and a mallet to carry out the last step and press the molding.

When the first compressed biscuit in history the size of a thumb came out, the old man You Shixiong woke up by coincidence, there was no worry in his eyes at all, he rushed over after a few steps, grabbed a compressed biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

You Shixiong chewed a few times, his two thick eyebrows flew up, his eyes widened, and he said happily: "It's sweet and sweet, it's delicious!" ”