Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1122

In the books that Feiqian often read when he was young, there was often such a sentence that appeared elusively, "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" But the problem is, this spring is also a naughty child, at least this spring, this guy Still playing peekaboo...

Amidst the icy cold wind, the sky gradually brightened.

Piles of bonfires were extinguished one after another, and the refugees who sat around to keep warm last night slowly got up and moved their frozen muscles and bones.

A new wave of refugees broke out again in Guanzhong.

In the past, Li and Guo, until Chong Shao came to power, and then to Yang Biao and Zhao Wen, after this series of changes, they only asked for, but did not give. As a result, after one season after another, ordinary peasant families have no reserves after all...

Even if there is still some surplus grain, or some food can be collected around, these farmers can persevere until spring begins, but now spring has not arrived, the land is still stiff, and even the barely planted seeds, He also died in the cold spring weather.

These hopeless farmers, just like their ancestors did for generations, left their land and moved around to find food and a way to survive.

As for Haoyou, the only surviving gentry around Guanzhong, on the one hand, it is because their food reserves have been searched and blackmailed by several groups of people. On the other hand, they also need to protect the interests of their own manors. Of course, there is another aspect. The reason is that without famine, how would they acquire land and make a fortune?

Therefore, at this time, not only did these gentry Haoyou not allocate food reserves to stabilize the situation, they even faintly contributed to the flames, which eventually triggered the second large-scale refugee in Guanzhong.

It has to be said that the vitality of the Chinese people is tenacious. In the first few days, some animals and plants were tentatively outcropped at this time, and they were cleaned up by these refugees. Although the night is still very cold, but These refugees also stubbornly relied on lighting a fire to keep warm, and they survived...

When the still cold morning came, some people who went to the surrounding fields to look for food came back dejectedly. Under the cold spring, many plants had just sprouted, and they were either frozen to death by the cold current or wiped out by the refugees. Now There is a bare appearance everywhere, and there is nothing.

In the past few days, the amount of food has been reduced again and again, but they are still facing the risk of complete isolation. There is a commotion among the refugees in the brigade, and many people begin to turn their attention to the manor of the guarded gentry Haoyou.In the minds of these refugees, the interior of these manors is probably full of grain piled up as high as a mountain, and they can be thrown away after eating...

If you have these grains and grasses, let alone a full meal, just relying on this mountain of grains, you can make everyone get through it no matter what!
Naturally, if they attack the manor fort, they will definitely die, and for these refugees, they don't have any siege equipment at all. At most, they can only use ants to climb the walls of the village.

But in such an envoy, how much is this terrible life worth?

Yesterday, some women and children had quietly disappeared in the wilderness, and then some sluts from the original village gathered together to cook meat over a fire...

What kind of meat is stewed, many people dare not even think about it.

Just when these refugees were aimless and at a loss, among the crowd, the stronger men were already clamoring:

"There is grain in the village! There is grain in the village! That mountain of grain can't be eaten up in a lifetime!"

"Let's go ask for food! There is so much food and grass, if we can't finish it, it will just rot! We don't want good food and grass, even rotten ones!"

Everyone responded one after another, thinking that since there are so many grains and grasses in the manor, it would be a pity if they rotted, so it is better to take some out for relief, so as not to waste the hard-earned grain.

The refugees immediately became chaotic and gathered in all directions towards the surrounding manors.

Normally, there are soldiers from counties and counties in the hinterland of Guanzhong, as well as the Central Forbidden Army. The city gate might be okay, but if it was put in the wild, it might be submerged in no time.

Therefore, in the barrier between these refugees and the manor dock, there is only awe and reason left, and when the awe and reason are exhausted in hunger, it turns into disaster.

With one cry, four echoes.

The refugees all stood up from the scattered bonfires, and those who had strength shouted and clamored, both to urge others and to cheer themselves up, while those who had no energy to shout also shouted. They all stood up and followed the group in a daze. When they saw branches and sticks on the ground, they went to pick them up. If there were no sticks, they looked around for a stone and held it in their palms, as if this would give them some psychological support. Comfort and security.

Those prodigals who gathered together seem to have become the leaders at this time. These people have made some wooden spears and long knives somewhere, and there are a few who don't know when they were tied up. long ladder...

It is naturally impossible to use these crude tools to attack the city. Even in a small county town, the two or three feet high city wall is an insurmountable moat, but for these small manors in Guanzhong. The height is no more than two feet, and after all, it is on a flat land like Guanzhong. There is no so-called natural barrier that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Many manors and forts don't even have ditches, and even some are not deep. The first selected target.

These refugees continued to spread around with the rascals, and their roars became louder and louder. At first, they were a little chaotic, but in the end they all turned into one voice: "Build the fortress! There will be food!"

Originally there were hundreds of red-eyed refugees, but they quickly became thousands, and then tens of thousands within two or three days. Those small manors struggling to survive under Dong Zhuo, Li Guo and others are like small oases in the desert, attracting locusts, and then...

There is no then.

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When Zaozhi came to look for Fei Qian, he saw Fei Qian was sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard, sucking noodles, oh, soup cakes, eating them with great joy.

Because at this time, the noodles were not made into individual shapes like those of the later generations, and they were not as fine as the hand-rolled noodles of the later generations. So it’s actually more like a pie than a bar.

However, when it comes to Feiqian, how can it be so simple and rough, and not live up to the reputation of Pingyang's number one foodie?
First sieve the wheat flour with a sieve, then take the cold broth to mix the dough, knead it into shape, knead it repeatedly until the dough is full of elasticity, then pull the dough into sticks as thick as chopsticks, break them one foot at a time, and cook them When it's time, pull it thinly to become as wide as a leek leaf, and pull a bowl of noodles.

Finally, in the noodle bowl, add some fried minced meat, cut three or five slices of pickled melon, fry two yellow eggs on top, and then put some sauce and vinegar on the side for seasoning. It is a bowl Noodles with distinctive characteristics of Fei's, um, soup cakes.

"Well, Zijing, haven't you eaten yet?" Fei Qian greeted, "Bring Zijing a bowl too! In this weather, eating some hot noodle soup is the most comfortable..."

Although Zaozhi wanted to say that he had already eaten it when he got up early, but when he saw a bowl of noodles like Feiqian, he couldn't help but gulped his saliva, and then swallowed the words that he had eaten, along with his saliva into the stomach.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Feiqian and Zaoyi were holding the bowls, without saying a word, they just lowered their heads, Xilihulu ate, and then they even drank the soup, then put down the bowls and chopsticks in satisfaction, and then let the attendants evacuate Bowls and chopsticks, bring some tea soup.

Fei Qian looked at Zaoyi wiping his mouth carefully, with gentle movements, as if it was a very important task or project, and he wiped off the oil on the beard one by one, showing a very caring look.

Fei Qian couldn't help but rubbed his beard, and then wiped it casually with a silk cloth.

Some habits of future generations are hard to change.

Most of the people in the Han Dynasty, especially the children of the gentry, paid great attention to their beards. Having a slender and elegant beard is an inseparable part of the peerless demeanor.And Fei Qian was used to razors in later generations, but now he started to grow a beard, but he didn't fully adapt to it.

And what about Fei Qian's beard, judging from the current situation, even if it grows in the future, it seems that it is not the so-called five-strand beard like Guan Erye, but at most a goatee. This discovery inevitably makes Fei Qian feel a little bit Pity.

How about making some beard and sticking it on yourself?

While Fei Qian was wandering into the sky, Zaoyi had finished wiping his beard, put the silk into his sleeves, straightened his robe, and said, "Your Majesty, although you never tire of food, you don't get tired of fine food, but now in the city, uh, , the name of Junhou Taotie is also rumored outside the city..."

"Really?" Fei Qian said.

Zaozhi said seriously: "Exactly, the food created by the lord is famous far and wide... What's more, even the land of Anyi in the east of the river, there are some people who do not hesitate to travel long distances just to come to Pingyang to have a good meal. Eat some delicacies created by Junhou... But, it is inevitable that some people will criticize... Said Junhou, now that he has a small victory, he loses his aggressiveness and becomes a person who satisfies his appetite. In an instant..."

Hearing this, Fei Qian was stunned for a moment, is this matter so serious?

"People who say that they have lost their enterprising spirit... are they all willing to eat coarse tea and light rice, beans and gravel rice? These people are not willing to eat finer things?" Fei Qian asked with some doubts.

Zaozhi shook his head and said: "Created by the lord, everyone loves it. It has become popular in the whole city, and even in the countryside... I have never heard someone say that certain dishes are not good..."

"Ha!" Fei Qian looked up to the sky and said haha, "This is weird. If you dislike it, just don't eat it. Why do you still eat it and scold you when you scold it?"

Fei Qian suddenly felt a little funny, is this considered to pick up the bowl to eat, and then put down the bowl to scold the cook?

"Zijing, I think..." Fei Qian rubbed the beard on his chin, and then said, "...Most of these people are the ones who can't do anything and can only open their mouths...don't worry about it, let alone this kind of person." Human beings have always been like this, even if someone does not create various dishes, he can still find something wrong in other aspects... Just ignore it..."

Most of these pointing fingers and gossips belong to the lower social classes, and they cannot be mixed into Fei Qian's political system. He couldn't see himself clearly.

To deal with such people, Fei Qian's always-on idea is to ignore them.

Because the more you pay attention to these people, the more energetic these people will be, it's like being beaten...

If no one pays attention, it will slowly sink.

"Junhou," Zaozhi saw that Fei Qian didn't care, and said, "The name of gluttony is not good after all... If you deliberately mislead, saying that Junhou takes people's ointment, it will also damage Junhou's reputation..."

"Qingyu?" Fei Qian shook his head and smiled wryly, "Zijing, how did that bowl of noodles taste?"

Zaozhi nodded and said, "Of course it's good."

"Wheat flour, minced meat, pickled melon, chicken, that's all, are there any precious things?" Fei Qian frowned and said, "A certain order was ordered to collect precious ingredients, which was extravagant and wasteful; , Disturb the livelihood of the people; just use the existing ingredients to improve the craft or method, so that it can also be related to Qingyu? If there is something to say, let's eat some boiled beans..."

Zaozhi was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Your Majesty said the same thing, I have been taught."

"Okay, let's not talk about this," Fei Qian waved his hand, and then said, "How is the field outside the city now? Are you ready for farming? But the weather is still cold, and if you plant Zhuanghe now, it may not be easy to survive. "

Zaozhi nodded and said: "That's right, it's really not suitable to plow immediately in this cold spring season, but the Huang's plow of the emperor is easy to use. It is much more convenient to turn the soil and plow the land. It has also been reduced a lot... Alas, it's a pity that the weather has changed for some reason. It was cold last year, and it's the same this year. Now that the land can't be planted after plowing, it's inevitable that I feel a little... But I can only wait until the cold spring However, plant seedlings again, otherwise the cold will continue, and the losses will be even greater..."

"Dao Chun Han, Da Chun Han..." Fei Qian nodded, expressing his agreement, but murmured a few more times, his brows suddenly frowned, stood up abruptly, and said, "...Ah! Da Chun Han! A certain almost forgot This matter!"

(End of this chapter)