Lucky Star Gao Zhao

Chapter 1025 Capillary Grass

Gao Yangrong said bluntly: "If you have sauerkraut at home, bring some over here, as well as soybeans."

He thinks that eating only Song dishes is too simple, and there are soybeans that can sprout bean sprouts.

He asked again: "Is there someone on the mountain who can grow bean sprouts?"

Zheng Xiaoqi smiled and said: "Young Master Gao knows a lot. We have bean sprouts in our kitchen, and we eat Songcai, bean sprouts, radishes, and tofu all winter. You can't eat wild game in the city, but we are tired of eating it on the mountain. There are fish, there are fish in the river, let them catch a few tomorrow, Mr. Gao will be able to make fish."

Ni Sicai said anxiously: "Know how to cook, he cooks grilled fish very well, delicious."

Zheng Xiaoqi smiled and said: "Okay, okay, let them catch it soon. You sit down, I will arrange it, and then I will send a message to the family to bring more sauerkraut. There are not many other things in the village. Every family has sauerkraut. Let the children get it." Go to the village to get some."

Gao Yangrong really wanted to say that I am not a cook, but when he glanced at Ni Sicai who was beaming with joy, he wondered why he was so happy.

Ni Sicai said happily: "Hey! It's right to come here, I can eat well for two months, oops! My mother will be relieved when I come home with nothing to eat, next time I will come out again, my mother won't will stop."

"You still want to come out? Didn't you say that you will not go out if you are killed?"

"I'll just go out with you, and you can call me next time."

Gao Yangrong: ...

Forget it, get up and work.

Ni Sicai also got up, he was cleaning up the dishes, and Gao Yangrong was doing the cooking along the way, and Ni Sicai was in charge of cleaning the dishes and washing the dishes, because Gao Yangrong said that it is fine to let him cook, but not to wash the dishes.

That's why Ni Si, who had never worked before, took the initiative to say that he paid for everything, and Mr. Meng was only in charge of eating, and he picked faults while eating, Gao Yangrong was depressed.

Uncle Liu rushed to clean up, Gao Yangrong said: "Uncle Liu, let him do it, if he doesn't do it, I won't cook."

Uncle Liu had no choice but to withdraw his hand and said, "Then I'll do something else, I'll wash the clothes for the two gentlemen."

"That belongs to him too, don't care about Uncle Liu, just follow me and write down the size that needs to be remembered today and send it over."

Gao Yangrong’s job here is not only to keep accounts, but also to calculate the required size and see how much can be sawed out every day. There is also a picture here, which is to build a Buddhist hall. Gao Yangrong took a look at it. The size marked on it is, He figured out how much wood he would need, and how much in various sizes.

Therefore, the bookkeeper they are looking for must know some arithmetic, otherwise a certain size will be too wasteful, and a certain size will be too small and not enough.

Such a long journey to Songshan Temple, calculated on the mountain, will save a lot of trouble.

This is not difficult for Gao Yangrong, so he has a lot of time every day, so he thinks about cooking by himself. The big pot of rice in the kitchen is really unpalatable.

But letting him cook a big pot of rice for so many people doesn't taste much better.

In less than an hour, Gao Yangrong asked Ni Sicai to copy it again after finishing his work, explaining the algorithm to him every day, if he didn't understand the basic algorithm.

Ni Sicai thought it was Gao Yangrong's father who taught him, so he didn't ask much.

Gao Yangrong went out and looked at the sky. He said that it had snowed for the past two days, but it hadn't fallen yet. It was already freezing cold, and it was even colder on the mountain, even though he was wearing a padded jacket.

Uncle Liu was busy meeting not far away, so he went to have a look and saw Uncle Liu picking up some grass roots and went up to help.

"Don't bother Mr. Gao, this is all that's left. I think it's going to snow. When it's time to put it away, whoever will go down the mountain and take it down to Mrs. Le."

Gao Yangrong just wanted to find an opportunity to ask Mrs. Le what she did, so she opened her mouth to ask.

"I heard Uncle Liu talk about Mrs. Le a few times. The people on the mountain thought we were sent by Mrs. Le. To be honest, I went to the bookstore to find a job to copy books. The shopkeeper said that there was someone who settled accounts. Brother Sicai and I Here we come, I have never heard of Mrs. Le before."

Uncle Liu already knew from Ni Sicai how they came here, and also knew that the masters of the two young masters were at Songshan Temple, so he felt relieved about them.

"Miss Le is an orphan. She was taken in by Master Jingxian since she was a child and given to a woman to take care of her. She has studied. This time, a Buddhist hall is going to be built in the temple, and Miss Le helps to settle the accounts. I also watched Miss Le grow up, because Read a few words, Mrs. Le picked me to come to the mountain, I want to thank Mrs. Le, knowing that my family is poor, let me earn some money."

Gao Yangrong helped Uncle Liu put the grass roots into bags and listened to him.

"This is called Yinchencao. The people in the mountains call it Fragrant Ai. It's similar to wormwood, but the taste is different. Mrs. Le saw it on the mountain once, and said it was a kind of medicinal material. In summer, there are many fragrant wormwood on the hillside. The guards cut it. Dry it and send it to the temple. When I came, I saw them pull the grass roots. They said too much. It’s not good to grow in the next year. This will grow when the wind comes. One batch."

Gao Yangrong picked up the grass root and smelled it, it smelled very strong.

"It smells bad, and the roots are more stinky than the leaves."

Gao Yangrong remembered that the eldest sister said that she likes to eat flavorful dishes, coriander and so on.

"Can I eat it?"

Uncle Liu said: "No one eats it. The taste is too strong. In summer, I tried cold salad with leaves. Zheng Xiaoqi spit it out. Only Ma Liu likes to eat it. Others laugh at him, saying that he eats things that horses don't eat, but he eats them with gusto. It is said that it can be eaten as medicine, but I am not used to the taste."

Gao Yangrong asked Uncle Liu for some roots. Uncle Liu said that Maliu had dried leaves, so he asked him to get them if he needed them.

After catching a lot of fish in the afternoon, the kitchen staff tidied them up. Gao Yangrong marinated the fish first, then sprinkled the two fish with powdered argyi root, ready to try.

Find an open space and prepare to grill the fish.

It is estimated that there are often barbecues on the mountain, so the tools are complete, the fish is skewered with twigs, the dry twigs are lit, and people who are not working come around.

"I didn't expect Mr. Gao to be able to grill fish. It smells delicious, better than Ma Liu."

A skinny man pushed the one who was speaking, and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Mr. Gao reads a lot and eats more horses than I do in the city. I'm just fooling around. He pays attention to the taste. "

is a talker.

Gao Yangrong said modestly: "I also acted indiscriminately to make my stomach full."

Someone joined in the fun and said that they went to catch fish, asked Gao Yangrong to season it, and they grilled it themselves. Gao Yangrong said yes, and the group ran away, and Ma Liu ran the fastest.

Zheng Xiaoqi sat on a small stool beside him, and said with a smile: "They all heard that Mr. Gao can cook, and their mouths are tight, but they are embarrassed to say that some of our cooking masters want to learn from Mr. Gao and learn from them. The ceremony is ready."

In the joke, there was hope in his eyes, because he wasn't from the guard, Zheng Xiaoqi couldn't make arrangements.

Gao Yangrong thought it was already like this, at least he was not asked to help in the kitchen, otherwise it would be too much for him to cook for so many people.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen someday."

"Thank you, Mr. Gao. Tonight, I will invite Mr. Gao to drink. We are not allowed to drink strong alcohol on the mountain. I have fruit wine from Ten Wine Store in Jingli. I am not willing to drink it. I will drink it tonight."

Ni Sicai looked at Gao Yangrong, chuckled, but said nothing.

　Capillary, also called mugwort, Artemisia annua, Artemisia pepper, delicious to cook, but many people can’t stand the smell, Artemisia pepper fish, delicious.

　　Artemisia pepper root has a spicy taste and can be substituted for chili.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)