After scolding Sang Hongyang, Yang Chuan only felt a burst of happiness in his chest, and he no longer felt embarrassed by this ugly-faced 'Jitian Ling'.

He is a cook, after all, he is only good at cooking and cooking, as for the matter of fighting wits and courage with the officials of the Han Empire, he will try to let Cao Xiang do it in the future.

"This is scone, pay attention to a charred skin, crispy noodles, hot lining, this heat must be mastered, not only can it not be burned, but also can not appear pinched."

"Come, smell it, is there a rich and mellow wheat fragrance?"

Sang Hongyang sniffed.

But it's just a mouthful full of saliva, this rich, itching and unbearable flavor of the face, this hateful Yang Chuan thief!

It's really deceitful......

"As for the minced meat sandwiched into the dough, it is naturally fatty and fragrant, whether it is marinated pork slices with sauce, or barbecue meat slices, or even properly cooked haggis with three or two, in fact, it is okay, and it can be handled according to personal taste."

"Cao Xiang, I'll let you taste a barbecue-flavored meat bun today, can you?"

Cao Xiang was already greedy, and laughed: "Hurry up, Ben Hou has swallowed seven or eight mouthfuls of saliva, do you want to die of hunger on a dog day?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded, brought over an iron barbecue grill, rested it on the charcoal grill, and began to make skewers: "This barbecue mutton skewer, you should choose the kind of fat and thin leg meat, slightly tendony, chewy, don't be too soft;

And this secret dipping sauce and sesame oil, guess what, how many spices are in it?

By the way, this Lord Tian Ling, this dipping sauce and sesame oil are all handed down from the Hu people in the Western Regions, and the adults are a particular person, and they definitely don't eat the spices of the Hu people, so I won't force it. ”

Cao Xiang laughed: "That's that, Sang Hongyang is a dignified court native of Tian Ling, and he is not a waste of wine bags and rice bags, how can he eat your meat and buns?" ”

Cao Xiang: "......"

These two thieves are really infuriating.

With a gust of breeze, above the red charcoal, the mutton skewers on the barbecue grill are bubbling with a strange fragrance, and then smeared with sesame oil and secret dipping sauce several times, which is simply very good.

Cao Xiang stretched his slender neck, and smiled: "Hehe, Yang Chuan, hurry up, Ben Hou can't wait!" ”

Like Cao Xiang's house, Sister Leopard is also a little anxious.

It opened Cao Xiang's huge head with one paw, the hair on its body stood upside down, and it glared at Cao Xiang fiercely, revealing four white Sensen's fangs: "Meow, meow! ”

Cao Xiang couldn't get Sister Leopard, so he had to laugh and scold, 'Let you eat first', and then lie back on Mazazi again.

As for the Sang Hong sheep...... Outline.

Aren't you here to handle the case? One of the 'crimes' listed for Yang Chuan is not to secretly plant the crops of the Hu people in the Western Regions, wasting the fertile land of the Han Empire in vain?

Then get out of the way and stay there, you can't die for the dog's day!

Yang Chuan pinched a large handful of barbecue skewers in his hand with a little bad taste, and shook them a few times, so that the excess fat and seasonings on the surface of the meat skewers fell into the charcoal fire, and then a wave of refreshing and strange aroma broke out.

Then, he grabbed a hot scone, slashed it open, and sandwiched half a skewer between the scones, squeezing it gently.

Three or so taels of barbecue were sandwiched into the scones.

I scooped up a small half spoonful of delicious mutton soup, poured a little into it, and gently kneaded it with my hands a few times, and a simple 'meat sandwich bun' was ready.

"Sister Leopard, how about you come and taste it?" Yang Chuan casually handed over the 'meat sandwich bun' and let Sister Leopard take a small bite.

Sister Leopard's face showed a grim smile, and she roared with a bloody mouth, as if admiring: 'Good work, it should be rewarded!' ’

Yang Chuan nodded slightly, caressed the soft top of Sister Leopard's head dotingly, and said with a wry smile: "Since the meat bun we cooked has a problem and does not meet the regulations of Lord Tian Ling, then we can only enjoy it secretly."

Sister Leopard, don't talk nonsense after you go out, otherwise, you will not only have to pay a fine of hundreds of catties of gold, but also go to jail, cut off, and be assigned to the border, Sister Leopard, do you say that we are wronged? ”

Cao Xiang laughed, jumped up from the mazazi, grabbed a hot scone, snatched half of the kebab from Yang Chuan's hand, stuffed it in a decent way, poured a small spoonful of mutton soup himself, and began to eat it in a big gulp.

While eating, he also made a very jealous 'hum' sound: "Uh-huh, good times, good times, good times!" ”

The crispy crust of the scones, chewing in the mouth, will make a 'click' crispy sound, coupled with the rich wheat flavor and the fresh aroma of the barbecue, even Yang Chuan himself couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Hungry and thirsty Sang Hong sheep who have been busy all morning on an empty stomach......

Well, this product is really a man, even the action of secretly swallowing saliva can be concealed so without leaking traces, it is clear that he is about to cry in the morning, and this guy can still keep smiling: "I have long heard that Yang Chuangongzi's cooking skills are unparalleled, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation." ”

Yang Chuan smiled casually: "It's all good taught by Pingyang Hou Cao Xiang." ”

Sang Hongyang's face pulled his hips for a while, and he sneered: "I can't imagine that wheat can be cooked so beautifully without bran, Pingyang Hou, Yang Chuan Gongzi, you two have a great contribution, the big farmer order ......."

Without waiting for Sang Hongyang to finish his polite words, Yang Chuan had a cold face, and casually broke a small piece of scone and handed it over: "Please check it with Tian Ling, can this wheat still be eaten?" ”

Sang Hong arched his hand, and then reached out to take the small piece of scone, stuffed it into his mouth, and slowly tasted and chewed.

After a long time, he bowed down and saluted: "The taste of wheat flour scones is far better than the taste of millet and millet steamed and boiled, and Sang Hongyang has made amends to the two here." ”

Cao Xiang is doing it himself, roasting the second string of mutton, where can he take care of people.

In desperation, Yang Chuan had no choice but to return the salute and said with a smile: "Actually, the taste of this wheat is secondary, the key is that after the wheat harvest, as long as the rain and moisture are good, you can also sow another crop of small ripe millet."

Or, in a field where wheat has been harvested, it is okay to plant cabbage, radish, carrots, sunflowers, and other vegetables......

At this moment, Sang Hongyang was really stunned.

In Wusong and other places in South Vietnam, some people tried to sow rice twice a year, and it is said that it has been quite effective, but the wheat fields in the land of Guanzhong are ...... If you can sow another crop of millet or vegetable crops, it is incredible.

If you can really do it, this is a great achievement!

It's maddening to think about.

Sang Hong sheep merchant background, thirteen years old to be proficient in mental arithmetic into the palace, now he to 'serve in the middle' to serve as the official Tian Ling of the Great Agricultural Order, is the emperor intended to promote, so that he accumulated some credit, once he returned to the palace into the Shaofu, it is a great wealth.

If the method of stripping the wheat bran is a small credit, it will be a large bounty at most; Then, after the wheat is harvested, and then sow a crop of millet, it will be promoted to the rank of lord......

Glancing at Pingyang Hou Cao Xiang, and then at Yang Chuan, who is harmless to humans and animals, how could Sang Hongyang feel that he was facing two terrible little monsters, one was not careful, maybe even the bones and scum were left?

In the blink of an eye, Sang Hongyang made up his mind: 'This share of the credit, no matter what, we have to share some of it, even if it's leftovers!' ’

"Pingyang Hou, Yang Chuan Gongzi, how sure are you that millet is planted on this wheat stubble?"

Sang Hongyang swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and it was very difficult not to smell the strange fragrance of the 'meat sandwich bun', and said in a proper manner: "If you can really do this, I would like to recommend Yang Chuan Gongzi to join the Great Agricultural Order!" ”