Regarding the Jingkang Rebellion, Zhao Xiang's understanding was obviously not as profound as that of the Pure Yang Dao people who had migrated south, after all, his focus was currently limited to figuring out his own situation.

In fact, the only thing he knew for sure was that he had crossed over. Just like the Pure Yang Daoist said, he came from another world, although he achieved nothing in that world, but in the prosperous world, he was also one of the beneficiaries of the huge leap in science and technology. And now, in the Southern Song Dynasty, he knows that the utility provided by electronic products with a unit price of nearly 10,000 yuan is far less than that of a set of kitchen utensils.

Longxi County, where the capital of Zhangzhou Prefecture is located, is located in a Zhangshui alluvial plain, which is rare to see in the mountainous Fujian region, but because of the traffic blockage, poor land routes, and lack of money and food, it has always been one of the four underground states in Fujian.

Quanzhou, which is only a few hundred miles away, is completely different, at this time it is already the starting point of the Maritime Silk Road, the size of the city is close to the world's largest city, Lin'an, and the port of Thornton and Guangzhou are already the world's two largest ports.

In contrast, the inconspicuous sub-city of Zhangzhou, but still lying quietly on the bank of the Jiulong River, is not a necessary place for Guangdong and Guangzhou to travel to and from Beijing.

After continuous efforts in the past few days, Zhao Xiang was finally able to communicate with Chunyang smoothly - he accidentally discovered that Chunyang Lao Dao was born in Bianjing and spoke Heluo dialect, which is the official dialect of the Song Dynasty. The Hokkien language happens to be the language brought about by the southward migration of the people in the ancient Heluo area, and although the times have changed, the accent and vocabulary have changed, but after all, it still belongs to the same language family.

Although they both think the tone is a bit weird, it is much more convenient to communicate than in "Northern dialect". You must know that Chunyang's northern dialect was purely learned when I traveled to the north, and I didn't use it for decades, not to mention how awkward it was, sometimes the two sides were in a hurry, so they had to write with branches in the courtyard.

Zhao Xiang naturally can't write traditional characters, but fortunately, simplified characters have existed since ancient times, and Chunyang is still a learned person, and he knows a lot of abbreviated characters.

solved the communication problem, but Zhao Xiang didn't want to mention the world he once lived in - every time he thought that he had just won the grand prize of more than 200 million yuan but ran to this world, he couldn't wait to jump off the stone cliff outside the courtyard to get free.

After a few days of continuous natural hypnosis, Zhao Xiang had already accepted the fact that he had crossed over, but the meal made by Lao Dao was really difficult to swallow. The people take food as the sky, and the food is too bad, Zhao Xiang's pessimism will erupt.

So he volunteered to take on the work of two meals a day, after all, delicious food is also a way to numb himself. It's just that it's difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, let alone without rice, Chunyang Lao Dao doesn't even have a decent kitchenware, and it's not easy to even cook a pot of porridge.

The only cooking utensils were the black clay hanging pot and a long-handled wooden spoon. He misses very much the set of Zwilling pure stainless steel pots that he bought with a huge amount of money, frying, cooking, frying, frying, and frying, and he can find a suitable pot for every method.

The seasoning, only rough sea salt, fortunately in Zhangzhou Linhai, there is a lot of private salt, but not even the salt can not be eaten, this is the only thing that makes him happy.

Rice is also a big problem. In order to store it for a longer time and less susceptible to moisture, the rice of Chunyang Lao Road is preserved in the shell, and a bucket is taken out for a period of time and placed in a stone mortar to scoop off the chaff. If it is cleaned, the rice becomes minced rice, and it is boiled like rice cereal. If it is not clean, then swallowing a large mouthful of porridge with the bran on it can scratch the esophagus.

The side dish is always a dish in the vegetable field in the courtyard, and this season there is only cabbage, that is, water spinach.

Zhao Xiang has coveted a few old hens raised in the yard for a long time, but he was warned by Chunyang Laodao: "These are laying hens, and only after laying chickens can they go to the city to exchange for oil and salt." ”

Zhao Xiang couldn't help but ask, "What about the oil?" Why haven't you ever seen oil? ”

The old man didn't answer, turned around and went to the crypt again, guarding the four vats and meditating. He said that those "spiritual waters" were extremely beneficial to the monastic path.

Zhao Xiang didn't know if those tanks were ineffective, but the sourness in his stomach was really real. He even pinched a grain of coarse salt and put it in his mouth, just so that the bird would not fade out of his mouth.

Pouring out the unknown medicinal herbs from the round-bottomed dustpan, pulling out a long thread from the sack, tying it to the wooden stick that held the dustpan, and sprinkling a handful of rice underneath, this was the only source of meat that Zhao Xiang could come up with.

Fortunately, there were a lot of sparrows on the roof, and those sparrows always didn't have a long memory, and the arrest of their companions still didn't stop them from pursuing rice.

Killing sparrows is a handicraft, Zhao Xiang saw it in the vegetable market when he was a child, he opened the sparrow's mouth, ripped his chin open, and ripped out all the stool from the chin to the belly to the internal organs, and pulled the skin from the neck with his backhand to pull it down, and the whole sparrow's fur and internal organs were all clean.

But when I really started to do it, I realized that it took a lot of courage.

The whole process was bloody and cruel, and the feeling of a fresh life ending on its own made him uncomfortable, and his hands trembled terribly. But out of a craving for meat, he persevered.

After a few raw peels with his eyes closed, his hands slowly stopped shaking, and under the strong appetite, it was not a difficult thing to return from civilization to barbarism.

After the sparrows were skinned, there was basically only a small lump of meat left, a few of which were salted in a large black bowl, and a few of which were skewered directly on the branches and roasted, regardless of the breakfast they had just had.

As for the old way, Zhao Xiang stood on the ground and shouted symbolically twice, but he didn't hear a response, so he stopped disturbing his practice, took the small stone mortar used by the old Taoist medicine and scooped the salt into powder, sprinkled it evenly on the meat, and wiped out all the roasted sparrows without any psychological burden.

The black dog Wangcai crouched to the side and wiped out all the bones.

Lao Dao was very disgusted with the name Wangcai, saying that it was too philistine, and Zhao Xiang didn't bother to explain, and it was really not a wise move to explain Zhou's humor to an ancient man nine hundred years ago.

Chunyang only eats one meal a day, eats at noon, and except for seeing him when he eats, he guards the vat the rest of the time. The four large vats were arranged by him in four directions, east, west, north and south, and sat in the center. Regarding the old and bad eating habits, Zhao Xiang was noncommittal. After all, one meal a day is not a big deal for him.

When I was in college, it was normal to soak in front of the computer and eat only one bowl of instant noodles a day.

Seeing a pot of meat porridge, Lao Dao didn't say anything, this period of contact, Zhao Xiang took out something always amazed him, mobile phones, lighters, cigarettes, tablet computers all opened his eyes, as far as the clothes on his body, the stitches were fine and symmetrical, and they were not ordinary, it seemed that Zhao Xiang's appearance was constantly refreshing his vision, so this pot of meat porridge was really not worth being surprised.

A spoonful down? It was all meat, and Chunyang was not polite at all, and directly deducted it into his bowl.

"Dao Chief, how long has it been since you eaten meat?"

Chunyang's cheeks were bulging after eating, and he didn't care about the rice soup dripping down his white beard and onto the placket.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Xiang asked again: "Taoist priests are not taboo, right?" ”