Chapter 332: Rouge Rice

In the past two days in Maoshan, Zhang Yi has only eaten, drunk and played in addition to sending WeChat messages to scold scorpions every day. But fortunately, in the month of Baihua Mountain, I developed the habit of getting up at four o'clock in the morning to do morning classes, and I didn't fall behind in morning classes, and I always got up early to do morning classes.

In the past two days, Zhang Yi has also seen many people move in one after another, but Zhang Yi does not know anyone, but those who can come to Maoshan to participate in the head of the candidate are all people with good character, and they have become familiar with Zhang Yi after coming and going.

On this day, Zhang Yi got up at four o'clock as usual, first took out his mobile phone, crossed out WeChat, and sent a few mocking expressions to the scorpion. After sending his expression, Zhang Yi washed up and put on his clothes and went out, first did a set of warm-up movements, and then began to run, after running for a while, some scattered people also appeared, these people did different morning classes, some played a set of boxing, some stood still and closed their eyes, some played a set of swordsmanship, but more of them ran like Zhang Yi.

After running a few laps on the top of Maoshan Mountain, the sky gradually brightened, and a glimmer of morning light emerged from the sky. Seeing this, many people immediately stopped their movements and meditated cross-legged facing the east.

The time of sunrise is always very short, and it doesn't take long for the sun to come out completely and hang in the sky, and the people who sit in the seat also exhale a breath of turbidity and open their eyes.

Zhang Yi exhaled a breath, felt the warm current of the dantian, and slowly opened his eyes.

During the month in Baihua Mountain, Zhang Yi really felt that cultivation depends on the accumulation of time, you can't be lazy, there is no shortcut, even if it is a five-hundred-year-old ginseng for you to gnaw, the qi from gnawing is not as solid as your own cultivation little by little.

After Zhang Yi exhaled a breath, he got up from the ground and stretched out his body, feeling his energetic state, not to mention how refreshing it was for a while.

After Zhang Yi felt his own pleasure, his eyes swept around, only to see that Fairy Ying and Ah Ying happened to get up from meditation not far away.

After Zhang Yi saw these two people, he walked over directly.

"Hey! Aunt Ying, Ah Ying! Zhang Yi waved his hand and greeted, "Good morning!"

"Yes! Good morning! Fairy Ying responded clearly.

"Good morning, Brother Yi!" Ah Ying responded lively.

"Uncle Feng?" Zhang Yi turned his head and looked around, but he didn't find Zifeng Daoist.

"Him!" Fairy Ying stroked her hair and said, "I was called by his master last night."

"After all, he is one of the candidates for the head of Maoshan, and he must be busy these days!" Ying Fairy continued.

Zhang Yi nodded when he heard this.

"That's it! Let's stop chatting here and go to breakfast! Fairy Ying continued.

After the words fell, Zhang Yi and his party walked to the cafeteria.

I have to say that Maoshan's meals are indeed delicious, all the ingredients are not grown by Maoshan itself or carefully selected, not to mention that this rice is fragrant in one bite, full of taste, and even don't need to eat vegetables, just eat white rice is enough. That's the case with rice, not to mention the dish, which has abalone, and it's four-headed abalone.

It's the same when he was in Baihua Mountain, the rice in Baihua Mountain is fragrant, but Zhang Yi only ate it once a month in Baihua Mountain, and it is said that this is planted by the people of Baihua Mountain, and the annual output is not very much. Although this floral rice has only been eaten once, the vegetables of Baihuashan are also a major feature, not only crisp but also with thick vegetable juice, especially cold seasonal vegetables, directly bite down, the unique fragrance and crispness of the vegetables can be straight from the mouth to the top of the head, not to mention more enjoyable.

Today's breakfast in Maoshan is still the same as a few days earlier, porridge and some breakfast.

But today's porridge is a little different...... It is slightly reddish.

"Is this red bean porridge? Zhang Yi held the porridge, looked at the red beans that were not much in the porridge, and said, "This red bean is also missing!"

"Brother Yi! This is rouge rice, not red beans! Ah Ying hurriedly corrected.

"Rouge rice!?" Zhang Yi frowned and said, "What kind of rice is that?"

"Uh......" Ah Ying said depressedly: "Brother Yi, haven't you ever read?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yi responded very cheerfully, and there was no shame in his tone.

Sakura: "......" ( ́-_-'; )

"When I was ten years old, I was abducted by my master and carried up the mountain!" Zhang Yi opened his mouth to explain.

"Okay!" Ah Ying took the porridge and said, "I'll clean up your illiteracy."

The origin of the name of this rouge rice is said to be that the emperor and his favorite concubines loved this rice after seeing it, and because of the reddish beige, it was similar to the carmine used in the makeup of the mother and the concubine, so it was named "rouge rice" by the emperor.

There are records about rouge rice in "Kangxi Several Leisure Things" and "Miscellaneous Songs".

The most famous one is in Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions", in which it is mentioned in the fifty-third chapter that the villagers of Heishan Village send annual rent to Ningfu, including "two quintals of rouge rice in Yutian", rouge rice is red rice, which is very precious.

There is also a description of this kind of red rice porridge that Jia's mother asked for when she got up in the morning to eat, and it tasted fragrant and fragrant, not like ordinary products, so she ordered someone to serve some to Sister Feng. Jia Muping loves Wang Xifeng very much, and she has to share good things with her, which shows that this rice can be called a delicious and delicious product.

By the time of the old man Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, rouge rice became the royal rice, which was widely planted in Fengze Garden.

When Cixi Lafayette had breakfast every day, the imperial dining room had to prepare more than a dozen porridges, and Lafayette only loved rouge rice porridge, and the porridge next to him was too much to see, and he didn't even bother to look at it.

Ah Ying finished talking in one breath, about the great achievements of marrying fat rice.

"Overall, this rouge rice is very expensive!" Ah Ying said solemnly: "And I look at the appearance of this rouge rice, it should be the original mother breed rouge rice, and the price should be calculated by the grain!"

Zhang Yi: "Counting by the grain!!" (*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!

"Drink it!" Fairy Ying said lightly: "It's not good to drink if it's cold!"

"That's right! Brother Yi, hurry up and drink! After finding a place, Ah Ying picked up the bowl and drank it.

Ah Ying gulped down the rouge rice porridge, not caring whether the porridge was hot or not.

After Zhang Yi found a place to sit down, he also drank the porridge after serving it.

One bite down, a special fragrance is abundant in Zhang Yi's mouth, the aftertaste is full, and the aftertaste after eating makes people want to eat it and can't stop at all. It's just porridge with a little bit of rouge rice, and if it's all rouge rice, the taste is not to mention.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi even felt that his mouth had been raised, what should he do when he went down the mountain in the future?