The matter is settled.
Yang Fan was so hungry that his stomach growled loudly, so he quickly called for everyone to start eating.
Five whole roasted sheep weighed more than 300 kilograms of meat, and more than 500 people could eat it, which was obviously not enough.
However, the cooks of the Yang family were all trained by Yang Fan. They cooked mutton soup with some of the meaty mutton bones and large radishes, and added the water with the mutton to make haggis soup. Nothing is wasted.
The cooking class of Tuanlian first fry dozens of locally purchased crucian carp until both sides are golden brown, fill it with soup, add blanched mutton bones, and add rice wine, onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings. An hour later, the milky white mutton soup started to simmer.
The scent wafts everywhere. Even Wu Jiuling swallowed his saliva greedily, even saying that the food cooked by this cooking class was better than that of Hanfenlou, the largest restaurant in town.
He used fire to roast a thousand kilograms of naan bread as military rations as the staple food, and also steamed many steamed buns for the officers. The soldiers were all big-bellied men, and each of them could eat more than a kilogram of cake easily. In this era, there were no non-staple food, and everyone ate more.
A sumptuous late-night snack is ready.
Thanks to the modern ingredients brought by Yaoguang, whether it is roast lamb, mutton soup, or mutton soup, the taste is very good, far exceeding the methods of this era.
Today, Yang Fan got the Chen family's Tibetan silver. He was happy and allowed everyone to drink. Each person was given two taels of lotus white. Suddenly, the group training was filled with cheers, morale was high, and everyone was excited.
Yang Fan discovered that his soldiers' favorite condiment was chili oil.
It's getting cold now. In order to prevent colds, Yang Fan brought many jars of chili oil with the army to ward off the cold.
Unexpectedly, after eating it a few times, the soldiers fell madly in love with the feeling of burning the oral mucosa.
Whenever Yang Fan was around for dinner, they all asked the master for more chili oil. Moji was so shameless that Yang Fan had no choice but to hand over the chili oil to Zhang Geda to distribute, and also got a few tons of dried chili as a spare stock.
Today, the officers and soldiers who queued up to serve mutton soup in pig kidney-shaped military stainless steel lunch boxes shamelessly asked Zhang Gaoda for a few more spoons of chili oil.
Zhang Geda held the jar of chili oil and gave each person a spoon. With a straight face and staring eyes, he scolded these foodies for giving each person a spoon and nothing more.
Of course, he, as the regimental trainer, must share the good things. Didn't you see that the master personally handed over the military pay to every soldier? This is a good opportunity to establish his authority.
In his opinion, this is a valuable thing. He didn't notice that the master was usually reluctant to eat it, so he just used chopsticks to order a little bit. A spoonful for each of these bastards was not enough.
Oil is so expensive, everyone consumes oil every meal. Our master is so kind that he gives me a tablespoon of chili oil with every meal.
Not to mention chili peppers. Who has ever seen this stuff? The master said it was shipped across the ocean from America, which is more than 20,000 miles away.
Even the emperor and I have enjoyed it differently.
It's really a big deal for these turtles.
More than five hundred people drank a tablespoon each, and the jar of chili oil was clean.
Looking at the ten soldiers in the cooking squad, they looked at the jar with green eyes.
Zhang Gada sighed, reluctantly put the jar on the table, and said, "This jar is for you. Remember to clean it after use."
"Okay, please lift it up. I guarantee that I will brush it clean for you. It will be cleaner than a dog licking it." Jin Daya, the leader of the cooking team, nodded and bowed in compliment.
Seeing how disgusted he was, Zhang Geda kicked him and turned around to inspect the sentry post.
As soon as Zhang Geda left, the people in the cooking class immediately became excited, carried out a large bowl of steamed buns, and rushed to wipe the jar of chili oil with the steamed buns, wiping the jar clean. Then I soaked the steamed buns in the mutton soup and ate them deliciously.
Others swallowed their saliva with envy, but there was nothing they could do about it. This was the benefit of their cooking class. The chili oil in the jar belonged to them. This was the unspoken rule. The people who relied on the people depended on the mountains and rivers.
Yang Fan put less food in, not because he was reluctant, but actually because he didn't want to eat too spicy and get angry.
Yang Fan asked Xiang Yi and the others to get out the pepper seeds and put them away in preparation for planting in spring. Since everyone likes it so much, let’s list it as military supplies and provide it for a long time in the future.
Yang Fan and Xiao Niangpi sat together to eat. Yang Fan broke up the naan cakes and put them into Xiao Niangpi's bowl. Xiao Niangpi is waiting by the side.
Xiaoniangpi's mutton soup is made by Xiaozao. It contains vermicelli, duck blood, and quail eggs.
The orderly brought Yang Fan's small wooden box for seasonings, which was filled with various seasonings. Of course, the soldiers outside had no chance to eat it.
"Put more chili oil and some chicken essence." Xiao Niangpi said from the side. She enjoyed the feeling of Yang Fan making food for her.
"Where's the pepper? Do you want it?" Yang Fan asked.
"Yes, yes, and a drop of mustard oil." The little girl stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips.
I just finished making the skin for my little girl, but I haven’t started eating it yet. Then I saw Mr. Wu walking over, holding some bamboo slips in his hand, and said to Yang Fan: "Master Yang, I have a request, and I hope you will grant it."
Yang Fanhe was about to eat the roasted leg of lamb. Hearing this, he put the leg of lamb down and said, "Sir, please feel free to ask for anything. Thanks to your efforts this time, I have prepared 5,000 taels of silver notes. I would like to ask you, sir, not to refuse." .
"I feel ashamed to receive the banknote, but these two books are very important to me. The students are all magicians, and they are in great need of ancient numerology and divination books. Please allow me to copy these two sets of bamboo slips."
After hearing what he said solemnly, Xiao Niangpi put down her spoon and looked at it quietly with her beautiful eyes.
Yang Fan asked: "What are these two books?"
"One is called "Lianshan" and the other is called "Gui Zang". These two books are as famous as the Zhouyi. They are also called the Three Changes."
Yang Fan and Xiao Niangpi were shocked. Even if they didn't know these two books, they still knew Zhouyi very well. The cultural roots of China lie in the Zhouyi. It is really extraordinary that these two books can be ranked alongside the Book of Changes.
"These two books have been lost for a long time. They last appeared in history books at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Huan Tan's "Xin Lun Zheng Jing" records: "Lianshan" was hidden in Lantai, and "Gui Zang" was hidden in Taibu. Huan Tan was the founder of the Eastern Han Dynasty. He said that there are "Lianshan" and "Lianshan", among which "Lianshan" has 80,000 words and "Guizang" has 4,000 words. Among ancient books, it can be regarded as a huge work. Just now I looked for Lianshan It has almost the same number of characters as the bamboo slips in the collection. It is consistent with historical records."
Yang Fan and Xiao Niangpi looked at each other. Yang Fan said: "Sir, I am somewhat certain that these two books are true."
Wu Jiuling pondered for a while and said: "Another strong evidence is that Huangfu Mi of the Jin Dynasty's "Emperor Century" at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Li Daoyuan's "Shui Jing Zhu" of the Northern Wei Dynasty both quoted the text of "Lianshan Yi", which can prove that Huan Tan's theory is not unfounded. I just found the quoted text in these two books. This shows that there was indeed a "Lianshan Yi" in the Eastern Han Dynasty. And this Lianshan should have been written by Cao Wei and Sima in the Western Jin Dynasty. Inheritance, Wu Huan Hua later fell into the hands of Shi Le. These two books have only seen the light of day again today."
Yang Fan feels that this matter is not a trivial matter. At least it is related to the inheritance of Chinese culture, so it is better to be more cautious.
Yang Fan took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was midnight. Everyone was probably asleep at this time. Opened the WeChat manager's WeChat account and sent a message.
"Mr. Guan, are you there? I'm sorry to bother you so late."
Half a minute later, the other side came back.
I guess I was woken up by the sound of receiving a WeChat message on my phone after falling asleep.
"Yes, you haven't contacted me for so long. Where have you been recently?"
"I'm abroad, haha. I'll meet you for a drink when I get back. I'll bring you some local wine that you haven't tasted before."
"Okay, I just like drinking. Is there anything wrong with you asking me so late?"
"Mr. Guan, I remember that your major is the study of ancient books."
"Yes, I have been dealing with ancient books for half my life. How come I came across something good? Let me tell you."
"Mr. Guan, have you heard of the two books "Lianshan" and "Gui Zang"?"
"What! What did you say!" Mr. Guan was so excited that he almost fell from the bed to the ground.
The manager's wife woke up with a start and asked, "Why are you so nervous if you don't sleep so late at night?"
The manager ignored her and quickly found some pajamas to put on and went to the study room.
Send a WeChat message to Yang Fan, "Brother, please tell me in detail, you came across these two books."
