In the Fang family courtyard, two large pots have been set up.
The washed rice and beans are steamed in the pot and then taken out.
Mao Xiang did not leave. Lao Zhu, who was worried, offered help in name but actually stayed behind.
Fang Jingzhi didn't let him get used to it, so he started talking, and the Jin Yiwei commander ran away and broke his leg.
"Hey, Mahu, are the beans ripe?"
"Mahu, add more fire to the pot!"
"Mahu, you didn't see that my tea was gone. I don't have any eyesight. No wonder I can only act as a guard!"
Mao Xiang bared his teeth, wanting to seal Fang Jingzhi's foul mouth.
Suddenly, he suddenly realized.
It seems that the boy surnamed Fang is quite similar to His Majesty. Both of them have generally bad mouths.
The cooked grain still needs to be dried. There is no better drying method in this era, so we can only put it on the kang and do it slowly.
In one night, the original cooked grains such as rice, wheat, beans, etc. were dried.
Mao Xiang didn't even expect to be beaten to death.
He is a dignified commander of the Royal Guards, but his heart is as broken as glass after being injured by others, and he is actually treated like a donkey.
Fang Jingzhi borrowed a neighbor's stone mill and used Mao Xiang as a donkey. Fang Jingzhi put each grain on the stone mill one by one.
After two kicks on Mao Xiang's ass, the resentful commander of the Imperial Guards began his grinding journey again.
The two cooperated with each other tacitly, and after half an hour, they got a large basin of grain powder.
Grinding the steamed grain into powder is not enough. It also needs to be stir-fried to stir-fry it thoroughly.
Mao Xiang looked at Fang Jingzhi in disbelief as he poured oil into the pot.
"Master Fang, can it be eaten after being fried like this?"
"Remove that word "?" and come over quickly to stir-fry noodles!" Fang Jingzhi bared her teeth.
Naturally, he doesn't know how to do work.
When Lao Zhu left yesterday, he said that Mao Xiang was staying as a coolie for him.
If you don't use it, you won't use it.
The wife is a good person, and so is the coolie.
Mao Xiang was trained all night and seemed to be used to it.
Obediently, he picked up the big spoon and started working amidst the smoke.
He finally understood and accepted his fate.
After a while, Mao Xiang suddenly wrinkled his nose and smelled the fragrance in the air, his face suddenly filled with joy.
Turning to look at Fang Jingzhi who was sitting on the threshold drinking tea, Mao Xiang exclaimed: "Master Fang, come on, come on, I can smell the fragrance!"
Fang Jingzhi curled her lips, feeling like she was facing a country bumpkin.
Also, in my eyes, isn't this guy just a country bumpkin?
"Okay, I smelled it a long time ago!"
Taking a small bowl and taking out some fried grain powder, Fang Jingzhi took out a can of salt.
Looking at the salt in Fang Jingzhi's arms, Mao Xiang's lips twitched unconsciously.
This young master Fang is so extravagant.
Fang Jingzhi took out some salt and put it into the fried noodles. Fang Jingzhi tasted it, then took some sugar and added it in.
He didn't notice that the corners of Mao Xiang's mouth twitched again.
Pour in the boiling water, stir the fried noodles, and take a bite. Fang Jingzhi tastes good. It is naturally inferior to the fried noodles of later generations, but it is definitely much better than the current military rations.
But that's not enough!
"Mahu, go find some dried meat!" Fang Jingzhi closed her eyes and thought about it, then ordered Mao Xiang.
"Hey!" Mao Xiang agreed and went out.
Mahu, get used to it...
In a moment, Mao Xiang bought what Fang Jingzhi needed and consciously put the reins on himself.
Dried meat is made into floss, and crushed in the same way.
Meat, salt and oil can not only increase your strength, but also fight hunger.
But this is still far from enough.
Fang Jingzhi is a kind-hearted person. He is very concerned about the health of the hard-working soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
"Mahu, dry vegetables!"
Mao Xiang went out again.
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This set of operating procedures almost left Mao Xiang speechless.
What is this, the secret recipe for military rations?
Isn’t this just grinding some food into powder and adding it in!
Soybeans, mung beans, sorghum, rice, wheat, radish, meat oil... almost all the common foods that can be found on the market are cooked into dry powder.
The final rations were finally released, and more things could be added, but Fang Jingzhi gave up.
The things that Mao Xiang carries are quite expensive, and they are not things that those Kuhaha people should praise at all.
Abalone and sea cucumber can be added to fried noodles!
This is not fried noodles, it is simply golden fried noodles.
"Now, it's time to witness the miracle!"
Fang Jingzhi held the boiling water, and Mao Xiang held the bowl. In the bowl was the complete fried noodles.
As the hot water soaks, the burnt aroma overflows, and the fried noodles exude an alluring aroma.
Not bad, barely up to my standards.
Come back and try the gold version.
Mao Xiang squinted his eyes, and his sweaty face shone with excitement.
This is the result of his work day and night!
I can be considered as contributing to this new military ration.
I wonder if His Majesty will pay back the money he owes if he is happy.
After stirring it for a few times, he couldn't wait to put a spoonful into his mouth, smelling the alluring fragrance and not caring about the heat.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, good times, good times!"
Mao Xiang's eyes almost lit up. The fried noodles in his mouth were extremely hot, but he couldn't bear to spit them out. It was both sweet and salty, fragrant and delicious, a new taste.
It's more delicious than military rations, better than rice porridge, and rich in flavor. Even if you only eat half a bowl, you will feel full and resist hunger.
He ate all the fried noodles in the bowl in a few mouthfuls, and even reluctantly licked the bottom of the bowl, which made Fang Jingzhi feel sick.
Mao Xiang looked at Fang Jingzhi excitedly: "Master Fang, this army ration is ready. If you can eat this every day, the brothers in the army will go crazy with joy!"
Fang Jingzhi also made herself a bowl of fried noodles for breakfast. While eating, she curled her lips and said lightly: "It's not bad, but if you eat like this, you will eat up Daming very quickly!"
Who could say otherwise? Mao Xiang was holding the bowl, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
Today's military cannot afford even the most basic japonica rice.
Ordinary soldiers ate the most corn, even mixed with beans and other grains.
When a large army goes on an expedition, the soldiers are secretly happy if they can have food and salt.
What's more, many times, even these may not be available, and you can only fight to the death with an hungry stomach.
Some soldiers died without having a full meal.
In this regard, it was the soldiers who fought in the Central Plains. Those who left the Ming Dynasty and invaded the grasslands had even more difficulties.
Mao Xiang, who was holding the bowl, sat down on the ground with a plop.
As a Jinyiwei, he has a heart of stone. Facing the orders given by Lao Zhu, he can confiscate his family and exterminate his clan without hesitation.
He could chop off the heads of three- to five-year-old children without any hesitation if they cried loudly.
But facing those miserable soldiers, he couldn't do this.
It is true that he is the emperor's dog, and when he sees these soldiers, he despises them from above.
But from the bottom of his heart, Mao Xiang, who was born in the army, still maintained a sense of awe towards them.
It is these people, even if they are hungry, they are still fighting for the Ming Dynasty and the people.
Mao Xiang also hoped from the bottom of his heart that he could make them eat better and wear warmer clothes.
The most terrifying thing in the world is to give them hope and then dash that hope with your own hands!
But he could only watch helplessly.
"Master Fang, can you please re-study the cost of this military ration?" Mao Xiang looked at Fang Jingzhi with red eyes, full of hope in his heart.
"Aren't you talking nonsense? What we are making now are all experimental products. Didn't you see that the flour I asked you to grind just now is all the same? Let's do the experiment again later to see if the precious food is picked out. How does it taste?" Fang Jingzhi bared her teeth.
This guy is definitely mentally ill. A bowl of fried noodles can make you cry.
"Hey, okay, let's try it now. Don't tell me, this fried noodles is really delicious!"
"Master Fang is not only handsome and handsome, but also wise, powerful and intelligent!"
After getting the answer he wanted, Mao Xiang didn't mind praising Fang Jingzhi in front of him against his will.
Fang Jingzhi raised her neck and squinted at Mao Xiang. She didn't expect that this guy was quite good at talking!
"Bullshit, apart from being handsome, charming, and having three waists, this young master is useless!"
Mao Xiang looked at him blankly and didn't want to talk to him for a moment.
Fang Jingzhi looked at Mao Xiang, his eyes full of doubts.
"Why are you holding the bowl in front of me?"
"Give me another bowl!"
