Huang Chongzhen's cooking skills made the young man and the poor woman who was locked up here see what it means to be beautiful and delicious.

As for the luxuries of ancient life, such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, it is impossible to buy them in this primitive tribal alliance of commercial civilization.

Fortunately, Ah Shan also sent a lot of coarse salt mixed with impurities, and Huang Chongzhen used the most primitive manual method to purify it into refined salt by himself.

Although, it is no surprise that Huang Chongzhen shows those magical skills from time to time.

But this hand still surprised Zu Dale Zhou Ji and others, if it weren't for his quick reaction and quick dodge, he would almost be hugged and kissed fiercely.

And these refined salts will also be swallowed whole.

After all, the Guanning army has a training habit of grabbing food.

The farming customs handed down since ancient times made Huang Chongzhen and others not accustomed to eating meat at meals, so they killed cattle and sheep and went to the market to replace some traditional vegetables and fruits grown in Liaodong in this season, as well as rice and flour grains.

To Huang Chongzhen's surprise, he also got a lot of high-quality rice from the black water of Baishan Mountain, and his white and chubby appearance made him happy.

At the same time, there is also a new discovery - human civilization has developed to this era, even if it cannot take off quickly, it can gradually improve the food and clothing of the common people.

It's just that people in power often don't know how to study, explore, and promote, but only know the delicacies of the mountains and seas, splendid articles, glorious ancestors, and corpse vegetarian meals.

As for the ordinary people, they are desperately praying for the wind and rain to be in heaven, and at the same time they are bitterly digging into the land, and even the right to keep their own one-third of an acre of land is rapidly being lost.

Thinking of the Xiaoice River period that has arrived and will become more and more serious, the people inside and outside the customs will be carried into the most tragic period in the hundreds of years before and after.

Huang Chongzhen's mood became quite heavy, and he could no longer rejoice because of the victory in the defensive counterattack and the current situation that seemed to be very good.

Azgen, a woman who has been locked up here for an unknown amount of time, has a good taste of the life of an aristocratic woman these days - sleeping until she wakes up naturally, waking up with food, and it is still beautiful and delicious.

The delicious taste of food constantly hit her taste buds, and finally opened her heart and lungs, nourishing her icy heart.

Huang Chongzhen took the opportunity to mess with her...... Oh no, it's a mixture, and then a spy war operation is launched without a trace - wouldn't it be a waste if a woman with an open heart and lungs is not a spy target?

As a result, Huang Chongzhen heard a lot of interesting things about the circle of the Houjin aristocracy, and was often able to deduce some useful information from them, so as to silently remember them in his heart.

Of course, Azigen was only a concubine of the slave chieftain, and his knowledge was actually very limited.

What she chatters about the most every day is the anecdotes in the circle of Houjin aristocratic women, who add oil and vinegar every time, and say it vividly.

Among them, the absurd affair between Ah Shan and the eldest concubine that lasted for a long time was almost an open secret in the circle, and even the slave chiefs were slightly aware of it.

It's just that for some reason, the big guy has all the heart to help the couple of men and women to fight sloppily in this matter, so he didn't find evidence by him.

Perhaps, everyone is worried that once the evidence is found, no one can guarantee that they will stay out of the matter in the face of his cruel rage.

Zu Dale Wu Sangui, these little bastards, every time because of her colorful descriptions, as well as the endless habitual methods of Ah Shan and the concubine, they are red-faced, but they never get tired of it, they are addicted, and they never get tired of listening to it.

Huang Chongzhen was not interested in this, he got tired of listening to it after only listening to it once, and always diverted the topic, or interrupted it with food, which made Wu Sangui and others love and hate.

Under the persuasion of Huang Chongzhen, Azigen, who had been unkempt for a long time, finally began to dress up again.

And perhaps because the mentality has changed, becoming more refined and temperamental.

Although he is almost thirty years old, he still blows and can break his skin like a girl, and his touching expression and posture because he has been locked up for a long time, a smile, a twist and a pinch, it is pitiful and pitiful.

Not to mention, even if there is no rouge powder, an innocent and beautiful woman will become beautiful and refined as long as she takes care of it.

And because of the relationship between experience and mentality, there is a soft peach-like smell between gestures, and it seems that as long as you take a bite gently, your lips and teeth will be fragrant.

Especially after using the alabaster given to her by Huang Chongzhen, she smeared it on her little hands and face, and it became even more fragrant and elegant.

It's just that in this way, a group of little bastards are even more fascinated.

Especially Wu Sangui, a bastard boy, actually relied on reading a few books, so he specially picked out some rich meat jokes to tell, and always made Azigen giggle.

Seeing that the two of them were about to become a good thing, Huang Chongzhen really couldn't see it, so he used the reason for training to use Tai Chi on the street outside the courtyard to brutally abuse Wu Sangui.

Seeing that although Wu Sangui had become honest, his gaze towards him had become full of resentment.

Huang Chongzhen shook his head helplessly, and said secretly: "This kid is really a dog who can't change his eating, and he has a knife on his head, which is simply a meat and vegetarian taboo, and all ages can eat it." ”

He didn't want to think about it, wasn't that the special soldier in his previous life like that after he went on a mission or got off the clock? Sometimes, in order to complete the task, what is nine or five is ripe, they all want to be involved......

And Azigen is less than thirty years old, in this era when cardamom women are about to get married and have children, they are naturally considered old, but in the future they are the best age for girls.

Everything that happened in the courtyard, especially about Azgen, had already been reported to the market by the Jurchen minions who came to deliver supplies once a day, in addition to telling their masters.

As a result, various versions of the interesting facts were baked fragrantly.

The most despised, and the most talked about, is the fifty-third calf-like strong Ming young man, all in love with Azigen, and they all fell under her cheongsam skirt to sing conquest.

It's really ...... Good life is desirable...... Oh no! It's unheard of! Shame on the face of the Jurchen aristocratic girl!

It is said that even the pure yellow hair has not escaped her clutches.

But fortunately, because they are all young men, most of them are useless.

In addition to the one called the shopkeeper, there is also the junior one.

No, in order to compete for who is the strongest and most powerful one, the two are like the head wolves between the white mountains and black waters, competing for who is the king of the tribe, openly competing on the street.

As a result, the young man, who was said to be able to tie with Dolgonbele, snorted, and entered the courtyard in a majestic manner, to exercise his sovereignty over all the things of the tribe.

But...... Azigen obviously belongs to the Jurchen clan! What does it have to do with the young man who came from Guanning in Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty?

After Huang Chongzhen heard this version, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, that day he really just helped Azigen stretch the meridians, in the words of self-cultivation, that is, to prolong life, nourish qi and nourish the skin.

After all, in the ancient saying, there is a saying that "the tendon is an inch long, and the life is extended by ten years".

However, why do Zhou Jizu Dale and others, who know the truth, prefer to believe the unrealistic and exaggerated version that is circulating in the market? Wu Sangui hated himself again because of this.

On this day, the gloomy weather made Shenyang even darker in the evening.

Fan Wencheng, like the shadow of his female Allah, quietly came to Huang Taiji's side, leaning over and saying, "Qi Yu Belle, the slave just received the news, following the street argument because of Xu Yihuan that day, the shopkeeper and the junior fought on the street again because of a woman. ”

"Oh?" Huang Taiji put down the book in his hand, rubbed his deep brows, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who won?" ”

"Naturally, it's the kid from the shopkeeper, after all, he is the one who can fight with the fourteenth master in the palace without falling behind, then Wu Xiaosan'er was beaten by him and screamed, his nose was blue and his face was swollen."

Fan Wencheng said with a smile, and as he spoke, he handed down to Huang Taiji, the fourteenth master who was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes and was leisurely drinking tea, and bowed his hand apologetically.

Dolgon put down the teacup, looked at him, and said, "Is it because of the woman in Azgen?" ”

Dolgon's eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, especially in the Great Palace, and after being slightly defeated by the dark-skinned boy, Dolgon became more aggressive instead of depressed.

Fan Wencheng was a little nervous by his staring, and he didn't understand why he was showing favor in every possible way, but he still couldn't get the recognition of this dazzling existence like he did in the slave chieftain and Huang Taiji.

He didn't know that the two deep-thinking people, Nu Chief and Huang Taiji, recognized him, and it was clear that they buried that disdain and disgust deep in their hearts, and squeezed his use value by the way.

In comparison, on the contrary, the young Dolgon, who wrote all his moods on his face, was more upright.

No matter how firm his determination to get ahead as a slave is.

At this time, he couldn't help but feel slightly bitter in his heart, so he lowered his body a little lower, and said carefully: "If you go back to the fourteenth master, it is that woman." ”

Dolgon snorted, and began to quietly taste the tea in the south of the Ming River again, and stopped talking.

Fan Wencheng waited for a while, and couldn't wait for the order, so he tentatively offered advice to Huang Taiji: "Qi Yu Baylor, the so-called young Mu Ai." The minions had the courage to beg Baylor to do what he liked, and to give him a beautiful woman as a temptation. ”

Huang Taiji pondered for a while, then put down the book and looked at him and said, "Have you checked the details of these people?" ”