"Improve the food, how to improve it, you won't let the soldiers eat fried locusts every day, right?"

Li Chengqian swallowed a noodle into his stomach, picked up a golden locust with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and looked at Zhang Zheng strangely.

"It's not impossible, it's just that after a long time, it's inevitable that you will get tired of eating. So I'm going to get a new type of military ration. ”

Zhang Zheng replied.

"How to make new military rations?"

"I still remember what I told Master Li on your birthday about locust porridge, no, it's probably like that, but it's simpler than that."

Zhang Zheng finished picking up the noodles in the bowl a few times and said to Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian also followed Zhang Zheng's example and finished eating the food in a few bites.

Together, they got up and went out of the tent and came to the place where the man was cooking.

Zhang Zheng instructed the chef who came from the courtyard to bring a bag of dried locusts and asked them to find a way to grind the locusts into powder.

He came to the edge of a cauldron and motioned to the man to add firewood to the stove.

When the cauldron is heated, pour a bag of millet powder into the pot.

This kind of grain, no matter how fine the flour you grind, tastes very poor.

It's easy to scratch his throat, and Zhang Zheng has never been able to eat this kind of food like bran.

But millet is also the staple food of the Tang Dynasty soldiers.

At this time, the sky was not too dark, and the soldiers of the prince's personal guard saw Zhang Xiannan personally frying millet flour by the pot.

Except for the soldiers on duty in the barracks, most of them were attracted by the movement here.

Zhang Zheng turned a blind eye to the curious and inquiring eyes of the soldiers, and still used a big shovel to stir-fry the millet flour in the pot.

After a while, the millet flour has been fried until it is slightly burnt, and then the millet flour is poured into another large pot.

The chef of the Guogong Mansion soon brought over two generations of locust powder that had been ground into powder.

Zhang Zheng didn't wash the pot, and directly poured two large bags of locust powder into the cauldron and stir-fried.

When a unique smell of meat filled the air, the onlookers couldn't help but take a few more breaths of the aroma.

Then mix the fried locust powder and millet powder together, switch to low heat and continue to stir-fry.

A few more tablespoons of salt were added to it, and the corners of the eyes of the cook twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart.

That's the most precious fine salt, at least twenty or thirty pounds a pound on the market.

After stir-frying for a while, a fresh aroma of grain mixed with the aroma of meat spreads.

"Goo."

It was obviously the soldiers who had just eaten enough, but they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Zhang Zheng motioned to the man to pour out the fried locust meat flour and flour mixture in the pot and let it cool, raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Sheng'er, this is the new military ration you are talking about?"

Li Chengqian came to the side of a pile of fried powder, and asked Zhang Zheng without raising his head.

Then he sniffed Xi, and the smell was indeed very fragrant, which made His Royal Highness the Prince, who was accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, have some appetite.

Zhang Zheng squatted next to Li Chengqian and said to him:

"Almost, there's one last step.

Tomorrow with sun exposure, the moisture inside is thoroughly dried, and it should be stored for ten days and half a month, and there should be no problem.

You can let the soldiers carry it with them, and when they are hungry, grab a handful of hot water and brew it, which is a bowl of hot porridge with grain and meat.

If you don't have time to boil hot water, grab a handful of dry and eat it, you can quickly replenish your physical strength and salt, at least the daily nutrients you need can still be guaranteed. ”

"It can be saved for ten days and half a month, really?"

Li Chengqian was shocked when he heard this, and he must know that the preservation of raw food and cooked food are two different concepts.

If what Zhang Zheng said is true, doesn't it mean that there is a time of war.

Can the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty make a meal with a fire in ten days and half a month?

Instead of cooking every day, as is the case now, it is dry food, which can only be stored for three or four days at most before it becomes moldy and spoiled.

Even if Li Chengqian is no longer familiar with military affairs, he knows what this means.

"Hey, when did I lie to you."

Zhang Zheng replied to Li Chengqian casually.

When the poured powder was cool, he told Chen Yu to fetch a few bowls.

Grab a handful and put it in a bowl and pour a little warm water into it.

Stir with chopsticks and take a tentative sip.

Then, Zhang Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, and the taste was still too poor.

But in comparison, the taste is much better than simple rice with millet rice.

Handing the remaining gruel in the bowl to Chen Yu behind him, Chen Yu didn't dislike it, picked up the bowl and drank it all.

Then he raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth with some unsatisfied feelings, and praised it: "It's delicious"

Zhang Zheng changed another bowl and brewed a small bowl for Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian was about to take it, but was suddenly cut off by Chang Yan behind him.

Chang Yan snatched the bowl of locust porridge from Zhang Zheng's hand, and said to Li Chengqian: "The old slave will taste the taste for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince first." ”

Then ignoring Li Chengqian's unkind eyes, he raised his head and drank it dry.

Zhang Zheng shook his head, and did not blame Chang Yan, after all, this is the responsibility of others.

There are countless people in history who have been poisoned by people they trust.

What's more, Li Chengqian's status is noble.

Brew another bowl, and it won't take much time anyway.

This time, Chang Yan didn't stop it anymore, but watched Li Chengqian take the meat porridge in Zhang Zheng's hand and took a big sip of revenge.

After drinking, he touched his mouth, and then said to Zhang Zheng: "The taste is indeed much better, at least it is better than the food made by the soldiers in the army." ”

Since it is military food, it is impossible for Zhang Zheng to pursue the taste too much.

First of all, it must be able to ensure the balance of nutrients required by the human body.

You can add some dried vegetables or dried fruits to it.

The second is that it is easy to carry.

As for the taste, as long as it's not unpleasant.

Even so, Zhang Zheng can guarantee that he has made locust meat porridge.

In terms of taste alone, it can definitely crush the taste of food made by more than 90 percent of the soldiers in the army.

Even Li Chengqian praised the good taste, indicating that the taste was indeed acceptable.

Zhang Zheng instructed the man to bring dishes and chopsticks.

Then pour the cooled powder back into the cauldron, leaving only a little for a look at the effect after tomorrow's exposure.

Poured several large buckets of warm water into the pot and asked the man to distribute the porridge in the pot to the soldiers to taste.

The amount of porridge was not much, and the cook brought dozens of bowls in large bowls.

As for how the soldiers are divided, they are all robed brothers, and they are naturally one person.

"Hey, Zhou Da'er, what Zhang Xiannan makes is better than what you make."

"It's extreme, it's delicious."

"What's more, Zhou Da'er, give Lao Tzu another bowl."

"Zhou Da'er, the food you cook is simply pig food compared to what Zhang Xiannan cooks."

After a while, the soldiers who had tasted the gruel began to collectively crusade against the leader of the gang.

Zhou Da'er is the name of the guy, with a fat head and big ears, and the person is like his name.

"your mother's ass."

Listening to the crusade of the soldiers, Zhou Daer was a little annoyed and shouted angrily.