Don't look at He Baozheng's wife to be jealous. She is a good cook. A spoon flies up and down when the food comes out of the pot, and the delicious food is fragrant. He Lu is often invited by small families to hold weddings and weddings, and they all ask her to help with the cooking. , the wife is busy in the kitchen, He Baozheng is happy in the hall, and the two husband and wife partners appear together.
Several people gathered around the kitchen of He Baozheng's house. The kitchen was not big, but it had all the necessary organs.
In fact, before the Song Dynasty, the ancients did not have the concept of stir-fry. It was not until the Song Dynasty that stir-fry became popular. Before that, the seasoning of vegetables was quite simple, and soup was the mainstream on the table. Things were different in the Song Dynasty. With the improvement of stoves and the more skillful use of fire, people could better bring out the flavor of food. People became more and more obsessed with cooking.
He Baozheng's kitchen is quite clean. Dinner hasn't started yet, but you can clearly see that the stove, table and kitchen are all clean and spotless, with no water stains at all. All kinds of bowls, cooking utensils and cutlery are arranged in an orderly and clean manner.
There is also a portrait of Kitchen God on the edge of the chimney. Kitchen Lord is the chef of the East. He receives incense and protects the health and peace of the family, so there are four characters written on it.
This winter bamboo shoot is also a good thing, and it turns into a wonderful ingredient as soon as it reaches the hands of He Baozheng's wife Xifeng. Don’t look at winter bamboo shoots because they are so thick. After peeling off the coating, there is not much left that can be eaten. The shell of winter bamboo shoots is tightly wrapped, the meat is tender and crispy, the taste is very delicious, and the nutritional value is also very high. After peeling off the shell, slice and blanch Cut into shreds, add the pickles cut into shreds as well, add some sesame oil, cooking wine, chopped green onion and stir-fry. A plate of stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with pickles can eat several bowls of rice.
A plate of pickled vegetables and stir-fried winter bamboo shoots was served first. The women did not sit at the table. They had set up a small table, and they were not seated yet. Several people were helping to deal with the pheasants, bamboo rats. He Baozheng said he was going to get something good. He disappeared for a while and then came back with a wine jar.
Liang Chuan looked at the wine vat. There was a thick layer of ash on the vat. Ancient people liked to make wine, and the wine was stored for a long time. The so-called wine is the aroma of old wine. The mouth of the vat was sealed with mud, but This looks like a good item. Compared with the wine packaged in glass bottles in later generations, this kind of wine is packaged in clay jars. Just by looking at the packaging, you can tell that it is not an ordinary cheap commodity. If it were in modern times, you would take out a bottle of clay jar When Moutai pretends to invite everyone to drink, others will definitely take out their mobile phones and post on Weibo and WeChat Moments. It’s a pity that no one can see this good thing now that I enjoy it!
Liang Chuan looked at this big vat of good stuff, smacked his tongue, suppressed the restlessness in his throat, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, stared straight at the wine vat, and asked Baozheng: "Don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine." Don’t be frightened by the heavy sleep in spring after drinking a glass of wine. The fragrance of the tea is gone by gambling on books. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary! He Baozheng, are you willing to take out this good thing? Isn’t it the sorghum you brewed at home? The sorghum you brewed at home Are they all stored in kilns like this?"
"Hey, I don't know how to recite a few crooked poems. Although I don't know a single Chinese character, you didn't write this yourself, right? Haha, I think I heard someone else recite that farmer's drunkard! Do you think this is sorghum? Ordinary?" He Baozheng's eyes were so excited that they were shining with gold, and he couldn't help but feel proud as he said, "If you can just use a sauce jar to brew the sorghum you brew, why bother sealing it with mud and put it in the kiln? If you, Fengshan, can find a second vat of this vat of wine, I will give it to you directly without drinking a sip!"
He Baozheng picked up the wine jar, put it in front of his face, put his nose to the mud seal and took a deep breath. His expression was like the satisfied look of a drug addict who had just skated, and his body was enjoying the morbid state. pleasure.
After confirming that the sealing mud had not been opened and the smell of wine had not leaked out, he slowly came back to his senses and said: "Today you produce the meat, I will produce the wine! This jar was made by the former King of Medicine's emergency plan. There has been a piece of tiger bone soaked in it for fifteen years. I thought that in the future when the weather gets cold and my waist can no longer bear it, I will take it out and take a few bites. I am happy today, so I will not hide it. I will take it out and rejoice together."
Tiger bone wine! This is a good thing. After 1993, after the country banned the trade of tiger bones, there were fewer and fewer of these things on the market every year. Let alone drink them, you couldn’t even look at them! Some of them are fake tiger bone wine brewed by moles. This old guy still has such treasures hidden in his house. Oh dear, it’s still fifteen years old! Let alone tiger bone wine that has been stored for fifteen years, it is just ordinary Erguotou Lao Hengshui. The taste can make people go to heaven!
Liang Chuan's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were already calling for Fifteen's tiger bone wine. However, in order not to appear ignorant of the world, Liang Chuan still politely said: "He Baozheng, where did this tiger bone come from? You can't kill it. Tiger!"
He Baozheng glanced at Li Chu and said, "This one also has to talk about the younger brother from the first grade, sixteen."
Li Chuyi actually has a younger brother? But when He Baozheng mentioned Li Chuyi's younger brother, Li Chuyi's eyes only flashed with a casual look, and then dimmed again in an instant.
There is freshly heated hot water in the kitchen, and usually the firewood in the pot will be put on a pot of fire to keep it burning. This will avoid it taking a long time to light the fire next time. The ready-made hot water sheds the feathers of pheasants and bamboo chickens very quickly. Once the hot water is boiled, several women's hands grab and peel off the chicken feathers in pieces like lightning, and the remaining feathers are pulled off. Just pick out the fine chicken feathers and it will be on the chopping board in a while.
He Baozheng fell into deep emotions, recalling the past events and said: "The first year of junior high school and I and his younger brother, named Shiliu, but in fact, he was born in the 15th, and his father said he might as well call him Shiliu Gengzhengzheng. The three of us We grew up wearing the same pair of trousers, fishing for fish in the river, hunting for birds in the mountains, and calling together. When we find something delicious and fun, we don’t just devour it all, but share it.”
"At that time, their family was really poor, and the land here couldn't make a living. The whole family had a child after getting a wife on the first day of the new year. The family was so poor that they didn't have enough to eat, and the child was so hungry that he couldn't even suck out milk. The family really had no choice but to be paid as a soldier and not afraid of starving to death, so the eldest son left his hometown to serve as a soldier in the first year of junior high school. He never sent a letter to his family, and from time to time he still had money sent back by someone. , already twenty years younger.”
"A few years ago, Shiliu sent a letter back saying that Chu Yi died on the battlefield and his body was not found." He Baozheng said, "I didn't expect that Chu Yi was still alive, and now there is no news from even Shiliu."
Li Chuyi knows these past events, which have tortured him like a nightmare for many years. Time may have forgotten some of them, but as soon as He Baozheng mentioned them, that scene came to Li Chuyi's mind again.
Li Chuyi's face became more and more ugly. Liangchuan always made people feel quite serious, but his current expression made people stay away from him.
"Forget it, stop talking, Xifeng, bring three bowls!"
He Baozheng's wife Xifeng was chopping a pheasant on the chopping board and cutting the chicken into pieces. When He Baozheng called her to get a bowl, she didn't say anything and obediently took out three large porcelain dishes from the cupboard. The bowls were placed side by side on the table, and then she went to cook her pheasant.
There are obviously four men, why only three bowls?
He Baozheng looked at Zhaodi. He didn't know whether it was because he felt sorry for his tiger bone wine or he had other ideas. He said to Zhaodi: "Second son of the Zheng family, you are still young. This wine is not suitable for you. I will give it to you to try later." taste."
Although Zhaodi looks young, he also knows the quality of things. When he saw that this wine was good, he wanted to try it for a long time. However, after waiting all night and hearing such words, he was not happy and rushed He Baozheng muttered: "Master Baozheng, you are not being kind. Why can't I drink as a man? I won't drink more of your wine, just pour a few sips and let me taste it!"
He Baozheng chuckled, squinted at Zhaodi and said, "These are not just tiger bones, but also other parts of the tiger. Not to mention a few sips, just a sip. If you don't have a little wife to hold you at night, don't you?" If you get a nosebleed, I lose!"
Liang Chuan knew what was added to the wine as soon as he heard it. He rubbed his hands together and said to Zhaodi, "Then Zhaodi, please stop drinking. Drinking can easily cause trouble. It's not a good thing in the first place. If you want to drink it in the future, I bought it for you to drink, so I won’t drink it today.”
Zhaodi is more likely to listen to Liang Chuan's words. Liang Chuan has already spoken, so he has nothing to say and looks like a confused Caiye. Liang Chuan asked: "He Baozheng, what else was added to this wine?"
He Baozheng waited for his words for a long time, just to show the preciousness of the wine he had hidden for many years, and said proudly: "Fangfeng, forsythia, ephedra and deer antler, remove the beards, stems and root joints, the wine must be cooked first." Burn the velvet on the deer antlers! Cut off the reed heads of ginseng and scrophulariaceae, and remove all the sinews and bones on turtle shells, tortoise shells and tiger bones. Not only is there no trace of sinews on the bone armor, but turtle shells and tortoise shells have also been buried. Washed by the rain, soaked by the autumn dew!"
He Baozheng was talking about this jar of tiger bone wine in a very mysterious way. Although Liang Chuan and the others didn't understand it at all, just hearing the material made the summer rain and autumn dew wash over them and they praised this good thing. Hard-won! A normal person would be a treasure just by throwing in the ingredients and soaking it. Even the auxiliary ingredients are so carefully selected. If it were Liang Chuan himself, he wouldn't be willing to let outsiders drink it casually.
Let’s take advantage of Li Chuyi.
The oilcloth bag on top of the wine jar is tightly sealed with mud to prevent evaporation. After the mud is dried, the air is isolated, which can achieve the effect of burial and preservation. He Baozheng picked up the wine jar and placed it on his feet. He slapped the mud seal with his palm. The mud seal was loosened by the force of his palm. After it was loosened, He Baozheng pulled out the oilcloth. At that moment, a burst of rich and mellow wine The aroma permeated the entire kitchen. Even though Yi Niang and the other women didn't know how to drink, they felt a little ecstasy just by smelling it. The fifteen-year-old top-quality medicinal wine was indeed extraordinary!
He Baozheng carefully sifted three bottles of wine and poured it into a bowl. Under the candlelight, the clear and golden wine syrup was already a bit thick. The taste of alcohol was not irritating, but the medicinal aroma was addictive!
