If Yang Chuan wants to take a look at the rotten Chang'an City, he must first have a clean household registration and identity; If you want to have a clean household registration and identity, you have to follow Cui Jiu's advice and be a beacon trapped in the ugly beacon of this stone barrier.

Then, use a lot of military exploits to prove that he is not a secret agent of the Huns or Qiangs.

This sounds a bit absurd, but in fact, looking at this bullshit problem at the level of embroidered messengers, there is actually some bullshit truth.

In the eyes of these guys, in this whole world, except for the emperor who is the sky, the only being, and the one who will never make mistakes, everyone else may betray the Han Empire and the emperor.

The main thing, of course, was the betrayal of the emperor.

How good Mencius's assertion of 'the people are precious, the society is secondary, and the monarch is light', but it is a pity that this Confucian disciple's subtle words and righteousness are so good that they have become a fig leaf for the kings of the past dynasties.

In the eyes of some emperors, this thing can not only be used as a fig leaf, but also as ecstasy soup, Meng Po soup, and chicken soup for the soul......

What made Yang Chuan a little annoyed was that he still had to follow Cui Jiu's advice, and he had to make a look of being willing and eager to go, which was a very bad feeling.

At the beginning, when Zhang Qian abandoned him in the Western Regions, this was the feeling.

But.

As a qualified cook, you naturally have to have your own underlying logic and way of doing things, how can you let others pinch and turn yourself into a piece of meat and a fish stupidly, and put it on the chopping board for others to slaughter?

Man is the sword, I am the fish, that is the fate of the ingredients.

Yang Chuan just wants to be a cook, so he won't treat himself as an ingredient stupidly, this is his bottom line.

Therefore, he quickly adjusted his mood and state, and planned to use the old thief in front of him as an ingredient, carve it carefully, and strive to make a superb delicacy.

Steamed? Stir-fry? Or barbecue?

Yang Chuan felt that since this old thief was the shadow, eyes and claws of Emperor Liu Che, he was powerful, and his martial arts were a bit perverted.

Let's make a dish of marinated beef shank.

It's muscular and chewy......

……

"Your name is Cui Jiu, right?" Yang Chuan took a few more mouthfuls of mutton, threw away his chopsticks, grabbed a fig cloth he took off and wiped his mouth: "How does the mutton I made taste like shabu?" ”

Cui Jiu said indifferently: "It's very delicious." ”

Yang Chuan didn't hide it, and stretched out a hand: "Take it." ”

Cui Jiu frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "What?" ”

Yang Chuan's face was gloomy, and his two extremely beautiful eyes were clean and clear, but they were very cold: "You interrogated me for a long time, and on this cold day, I stripped naked to let you see the scars all over my body."

Why, don't you want me to take a look at your identity?

The stone barrier communicates with the territory of the Huns north of the Jiuyuan City of the Han Dynasty and Yinshan, which is a battleground for soldiers, who knows if you are a detailed work sent by the Huns, who wants to spy on my Han military situation? ”

Cui Jiu took a deep breath, and after holding back several breaths, he slowly spit out: "A certain Weiyang Palace Dachangmen, Cui Jiu, is it enough?" ”

"Not enough." Yang Chuan sneered, "I also lied to those Huns that I was the envoy of the Great Snow Mountain." ”

Cui Jiu stretched out his hand into his arms, took out a black wooden sign and threw it over: "I want to teach you to die, take a closer look." ”

Yang Chuan took the black wood brand, looked at it repeatedly for a while with the help of the swaying fire, and tried to bite it a few times with his teeth: "What kind of wood is this made of?" It's not gold, it's hard, and it smells of sweat......"

Cui Jiu Huoran raised his head, his eyes were like knives, and Sen Ran said, "Yang Chuan, you are doing your own thing. ”

Yang Chuan laughed, threw the wooden card back to Cui Jiu, picked up the chopsticks on the low table and continued to rinse the meat, and said leisurely: "You bullied me into being a slave in a foreign place for five or six years, and you don't know anything, right?"

Hurry up and shake the meat, and when you are full, you can go on the road. ”

Looking at Cui Jiutieqing's face, Yang Chuan's heart was also beating wildly, but his handsome little face didn't seem to care, and said coldly: "You suspect that I am a secret agent of the Huns, and I also suspect that you are the real traitor."

Okay, don't stare at my son.

You can't run away from this snowy mountain, let's go to the gate of the stone barrier later, and find a few generals who know the goods to check your identity, this is the place of my big man, you old thief can't escape! ”

The three Guanzhong men were already scared to pee, shrunk their necks and didn't dare to speak, sweating like pulp.

Cui Jiu stared at Yang Chuan's eyes and was silent for a long time.

Yang Chuan slowly soaked the meat, and did not forget to add a little dipping sauce to the oil bowl, and filled himself with a bowl of mutton soup, sprinkled with a pinch of coriander and minced wild onions, which was fragrant and refreshing, and delicious.

Don't you just want to force your eyes?

If the eyes work, you can kill people and punish your heart, and your special mother will become an old monster.

Yang Chuan comforted himself in his heart, and what he thought in his mind was nothing more than the unique recipe of marinated beef tendon in sauce: 'dark soy sauce, sugar, dried chili, star anise, cinnamon, cooking wine, ginger, green onion, sand kernels, cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, cumin, beef tendon. ’

'There are few kinds of soy sauce, sugar, or cooking wine, but as long as you have time, you can find a way to make it out. ’

As for the chili peppers, they can only be replaced with dogwood. ’

'The beef tendon meat needs to be beaten with a mallet to destroy some of the fibrous tissues, so that the beef tendon meat marinated in the sauce will not be too woody, and after being cut into slices, the tendons and brains inside will have a chewy head......

Thinking about the beef tendon meat he marinated back then, and then thinking about the voice of Wudutou, 'Shopkeeper, cut two catties of cooked beef, sift a few bowls of wine', Yang Chuan couldn't help but swallow two mouthfuls of saliva.

Isn't it just a Chang'an City? Isn't it just a big long gate of Weiyang Palace? Isn't it just an embroidered messenger and an old spy leader?

It's so boring to think about.

In that Chang'an City, there is not even a rotten Big Wild Goose Pagoda, even if you cut a plate of cooked beef and sift a few bowls of good wine, it is estimated that it will not taste good to drink, right?

I hope Sima Qian, Wei Qing, Huo Quai, and that Liu Che won't be too boring.

Thinking like this, Yang Chuan's mood quickly calmed down, with a very strange smile on his face, and he said with a smile: "Shabu mutton is eaten with a particular taste, and it is eaten with an authentic taste."

However, it is not as delicious as dumplings, and it is not as chewy as beef tendons.

In the final analysis, our Han is good at everything, but this sheep is too fat, and those Huns, Qiang people, or something pounce on them like wild dogs, and whoever wants to tear them up, then they must not be let go easily.

Your name is Cui Jiu, right?

Please, if you are really the great Changmen of Weiyang Palace, the boy invites you to taste the same food that is unparalleled in the world, and make amends to your old man; But if you are a traitor, Lao Tzu promises not to kill you a shameless old thief! ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Chuan threw away his chopsticks and Huo Ran got up.