When I returned to the top of the mountain, I found two large earthenware jars in my yard.
This kind of earthenware urn is very rough and easy to crack, but there is no way to do it under limited conditions. Hao Dadao made the earthenware urn himself, so it is not worth much. Most of the utensils in the village are self-sufficient.
To Wei Cheng's surprise, Hao Niang and a little girl were cleaning the cooking utensils in the yard.
These cooking utensils were sent by the Wei family, and many of them were made of jade. One of the drinking utensils was made of jade. Wei Cheng liked it very much and planned to go back to modern times to find someone to ask if it was worth the money.
The rest are all copper products, and there are also iron cauldrons, a type of cooking utensil that looks very Stone Age.
"Sanniang, why is this big pot so dark? It can't be cleaned no matter how hard it is..."
"Then you wash the dishes, and I'll wash the pot."
The conversation between the two was not loud, and Wei Cheng just heard it when he came in.
Looking at the big pot in the little girl's hand, Wei Cheng was startled for a moment, then shook his head in amusement.
Seeing Wei Cheng come back, Hao Niang and the little girl stood up cautiously. Hao Niang said: "I have met the young master, yes, my father asked us to serve the young master, wash and cook, serve tea and water, we do everything. capable."
The little girl nodded vigorously, too timid to look up at Wei Cheng.
Wei Cheng frowned slightly, secretly thinking that this Hao Dadao was just looking for trouble.
But he couldn't refuse directly. Instead, he pointed to the big pot in front of the little girl and reminded: "That should be a charcoal basin for heating. It doesn't need to be washed."
The little girl was stunned for a moment, charcoal basin?
How much does it cost to make a charcoal basin entirely made of copper, with engravings and characters on it?
You know, the popular five-baht coins on the market are also made of copper. In the eyes of the little girl, this charcoal basin is no different from real gold and silver.
Hao Niang was also at a loss, because she had asked the little girl to wash the charcoal basin, and she thought it was a pot for eating.
Thinking of this, she felt inferior and blamed herself, for fear of arousing Wei Cheng's dislike.
Fortunately, the arrival of Zhang Zhongjing and Xiao Aning broke the awkward atmosphere.
Zhang Zhongjing held a small clay pot and said with a smile: "Little friend Wei, I tried to make some hawthorn cake according to the method you told me. Come and try how it tastes."
Zhang Zhongjing was from a high background, otherwise he wouldn't be able to read. Today was Wei Cheng's housewarming. He had nothing to offer, so he could only make some 'ointment' and send it over.
This hawthorn cake was a recipe Wei Cheng taught him. Because the villagers were recovering from serious illness and many of them had no appetite for food, Wei Cheng taught him this recipe. He didn't expect him to cook it so quickly.
Wei Cheng took the pottery pot, smelled it, and said with a smile: "Teacher, your craftsmanship is not bad. The smell is very appetizing."
Zhang Zhongjing twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Your recipe is better. After eating the hawthorn cake, the villagers all had a great appetite, hahaha."
After a few compliments to each other, little Aning interrupted and said: "Brother Wei, mutton."
Wei Cheng looked down and saw the little girl holding the smoked leg of lamb and looking at him expectantly.
Now everyone in the village knows that the same food cooked by Wei Cheng tastes good. Others dare not expect it. Xiao Aning and Zhang Zhongjing have no psychological burden. Xiao Aning is ignorant, while Zhang Zhongjing is aloof. His There is only medicine in the world.
Wei Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, we'll have mutton for lunch. I'll give you mutton for three meals."
Wei Cheng did not drive away Hao Niang and the girl named Xiao'e, but asked them to help together, letting them know subtly that he could live well even without them to serve him.
The two girls looked at each other and smiled, feeling that Wei Cheng was easy to get along with. They were actually quite uneasy when they were arranged to come over at first.
The so-called three dishes of mutton are actually mutton soup, roast mutton, and mountain onion salad.
Because it is smoked mutton, the cooking method is limited, but these three dishes are enough to open the eyes of the greedy little Aning.
The mutton soup is simmered in a copper cauldron until it is milky white. Just adding a little salt to it makes it very delicious.
When it comes to roasting lamb, Wei Cheng asked Hao Niang to find a clean slate, and asked you whether it tasted good when grilling the meat on the slate.
It’s easy to mix the remaining mountain onions with the meat. They are everywhere in the mountains and plains here. Wash the fresh mountain onions and cut them into sections. Boil the mutton, then tear it into strips by hand, sprinkle with seasonings, and double the amount of cumin. It is simply unnecessary. Too fragrant.
The children at the foot of the hillside did not come to eat this time, because they also had meat to eat today, as well as rice and noodles, which was more abundant than during the Chinese New Year.
Hao Niang also made a steamed cake, which is actually an unfermented steamed bun. It looks like the red bean paste buns eaten during festivals in the south, but it is solid inside and tastes hard. The taste is not very good, but it is better than filling the stomach. Full of feeling.
Wei Cheng split the steamed cake in the middle and ate it with the barbecued meat. Little Aning followed suit and looked at Wei Cheng in surprise after eating, "Wow, it's delicious, so delicious!"
The little maid's adjectives were still so lacking, Wei Cheng planned to take the time to call her some new words.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhongjing also learned to wrap a few pieces of meat. After putting it in his mouth, the fragrance of grains in the steamed cakes and the oil and water of the mutton exploded in his mouth. This novel taste experience made him linger and quickly wrapped a few more pieces of meat. .
Hao Niang and Xiao'e were much more reserved. They ate several mouthfuls of steamed cakes and then a piece of meat. They did not dare to eat more meat for fear of being said to be ignorant. According to the rules in the city, they had already gone too far. They should wait until Wei Cheng finished eating before eating.
Wei Cheng's mouth was full of oil after eating. He took a bite of the 'Rouga Mo', then drank a mouthful of mutton soup, and then mixed the meat with green onions with chopsticks. Even though the conditions were very simple, he still felt full of happiness when he ate it.
A leg of lamb was eaten completely by five people, and most of the meat went into the stomachs of Wei Cheng and Aning. Wei Cheng asked Hao Niang to take the remaining lamb bone soup back to his brother.
Hao Niang didn't know why Wei Cheng was so kind to her younger brother. After obediently carrying the clay pot back, she happened to see that her family was also eating meat.
Hao Dadao imitated Wei Cheng's method of using earthen kilns to barbecue meat, but he was not very good at it. A large piece of meat was burnt black, and he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he had to eat it himself, and then gave the tender meat to his son.
When Hao Zhao saw his sister coming back, he handed over the meat in his hand, "Sanniang, you eat."
Hao Niang shook her head and said with a smile: "I have eaten. Mr. Wei left me and Xiao'e to eat. We are very full. You can eat it yourself." She put down the mutton soup and gave Hao a bowl. Big knife.
When Hao Dadao saw this, he frowned and said, "Is this Mr. Wei's?"
Hao Niang pursed her lips and nodded.
Hao Dadao said in a deep voice: "You girl, why are you so ignorant? I asked you to serve Mr. Wei, so you can stay and eat. Why did you get the food back?"
Hao Niang said aggrievedly: "Master Wei asked me to bring it back for Zhao'er to eat. He said he doesn't eat leftovers."
Hao Dadao was speechless for a moment. He looked at the mutton thighs with meat in the bowl and felt very uncomfortable. How could such a good broth be just leftovers? The lives of these aristocratic families must be too luxurious.
Noon is the time of day when the sun is at its most intense.
Wei Cheng and Aning were lying on the grass on the hillside. The big trees on the side were hanging down to provide shade. The mountain breeze was blowing and the heat disappeared.
Aning was a little dazed and wanted to sleep after eating.
Zhang Zhongjing was drying herbs not far away. He looked back from time to time. When he saw that she was about to sleep, he shouted: "Have you done your homework today? Are you going to sleep after eating?"
Aning was startled and woke up. She raised her head and looked at Wei Cheng aggrievedly, hoping that Wei Cheng would say something nice for her. Unfortunately, Wei Cheng also felt that she couldn't sleep well after eating, so she smiled and said, "Let's recite a verse and listen."
Aning pouted, thumped the grass angrily, and then carried it on his back weakly.
"Heat-clearing and detoxifying dandelion, Forsythia japonica combined with ground bark, Isatis honeysuckle, wild chrysanthemum, indigo and smilax, ginseng and andrographis lobelia, puffball bear gallbladder, gallbladder gallbladder with soybean paste, gallbladder gallbladder with soybean sauce, and Pulsatilla chinensis." , white-flowered snake-tongued purslane, mung beans, buckwheat, green beans all year round, Dijin Dougenshan Sagittarius, as well as white sycamores and red vines...I really want to drink the mung bean soup cooked by my mother, Brother Wei, I miss my mother."
Wei Cheng's expression changed. Through Zhang Zhongjing, he knew that little Aning was an orphan. Zhang Zhongjing picked her up on the way to practice medicine. If Zhang Zhongjing hadn't appeared in time, little Aning would have become a food for the refugees.
Don't feel disgusted, it was very common in ancient times for people to change their children and eat them.
Seeing that her eyes were getting red, Wei Teng picked her up and said, "Aning, what should we eat tonight?"
Aning sniffed, looked up at Wei Cheng, and after thinking about it, "Is it okay to still eat meat?"
Wei Cheng smiled and nodded, rubbing her little head: "Of course."
Zhang Zhongjing, who was sorting out the medicinal materials, looked back with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was making a difficult decision.
