In the school, after Tan Tianyan deliberately woke up Yang Qian, almost everyone was laughing.
At this time, Yang Qian showed a look of despair.
In my previous life, no matter which grade or class I was in, there would always be one or two pistachios. It seemed that I was regarded as a typical example by Tan Tianyan.
"I don't care whether the wine festival is fun or not. It's almost time to eat. I heard that you have been eating out these past few days. Several students have come to tell me that every time I sit next to you, there is a strong aroma of wine and meat. You have eaten What, don’t you share it with your classmates?”
As Tan Tianyan spoke, he kept looking at everyone.
Obviously, he turned his own ideas into conflicts and planted them between the students and Yang Qian. If Yang Qian did not agree, he would definitely be criticized verbally and written by his classmates.
Yang Qian was helpless. This old boy was worthy of being offered wine as a sacrifice. He was really good at tricking people. You could see it clearly if you could see the leopard through the pipe.
But this didn't bother Yang Qian. He spread his hands and said, "Sacrifice wine. You can only cook this dish by yourself. Others can't. If there are so many classmates here, some people will definitely not be able to eat it."
In one sentence, he diverted the conflict between himself and his classmates.
Tan Tianyan smiled and nodded, becoming more and more satisfied with Yang Qian, but felt that this person was not as simple as an ordinary student.
"I don't care. I just want to eat the food you often sneak out to eat. You can take care of the rest. It's not a big deal if you work hard for your classmates."
Tan Tianyan immediately gave Yang Qian a step. He didn't care whether he could make it or not, but if he couldn't make it, it wouldn't be Yang Qian's problem. On the contrary, if it was made, everyone would feel that Yang Qian was suffering and they would just eat it. The dishes directly inherited Yang Qian’s affection.
"Damn it, this is Lao Jiang. Lao Jiang is very tricky after all."
Yang Qian waved his hand, "Okay, you guys can have a debate here, and I'll give my classmates a big game today."
With Zhang Yumeng and others, they walked outside in a mighty manner.
Yang Qian made some calculations and found that Tan Tianyan had hundreds of disciples, and other gentlemen did not dare to include them.
If counted in terms of the number of students, Tan Tianyan’s dozens of disciples in Shexia Academy would not even be ranked among the top ten.
Dozens of people would make Yang Gan even more busy.
When they arrived at the inn, they immediately took out five large iron pots from the carriage, which they had brought as luggage from Yuntong County.
I originally planned to use it just in case, but I didn't expect that it would actually be used today.
The surface of the iron pot was covered with grease. This was a small way to prevent rust, so Fei Lian took a few hired men to wash the pot.
Yang Qian led Zhang Yumeng and others towards the market entrance and bought some seasonings at the drug store, which needed to be smashed with a stone mortar to make seasoning packets.
Then buy some rice wine, and most importantly, buy a sheep at Caishikou, more than 100 kilograms of sheep, and let the store sort them all, and fill several baskets with them.
While walking by, I went to the blacksmith shop and got some smaller shovels.
Back in the academy, Yang Gan showed a sinister smile, "Here, put up the pots, Fei Lian, you are responsible for cooking, a whole pot of rice."
Suddenly Fei Lian blushed and said, "Mr. Master, this, I don't know how to cook."
Yang Gan patted him and said, "Why are you so useless?"
Fei Lian said depressedly, "Men, it's normal if you don't know how to cook."
"Normally, you are a hammer, but who can cook?"
Fortunately, Fei Lian's two men knew how to cook. Since it was the first time to cook in such a large pot, they almost constantly adjusted the accuracy of the corn and water levels.
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Yang Qian began to put the mutton and haggis in two pots, then poured in a large amount of rice wine and marinated them.
First remove the fishy smell, and then blanch it in water over a strong fire. When blanching, add onions, ginger, and garlic. Unfortunately, these days, there is only small garlic and no garlic, which is quite a pity.
After blanching, wash it with cold water, fill the haggis with water, throw a seasoning packet in, and simmer slowly.
Braised mutton is not acceptable. It must be stir-fried with oil. For such a large amount, Yang Qian was reluctant to use the lard he brought with him and directly used the oil bought in the market. It was really expensive.
After the oil boils, stir-fry the seasonings for a while, then throw all the mutton in and stir-fry.
When there is no more oil, add rice wine. Unfortunately, there is no beer these days, otherwise it would be better to use beer. Add water until the meat is submerged, add bean paste, cover, and simmer over low heat.
Not long after, a strong fragrance began to fill the air~~~~!
Inside a nearby classroom.
When a student picks up a bamboo slip, it can be seen from the reading tool that this person's family background is average.
He shrugged his nose and narrowed his eyes, "It smells so delicious."
The purpose of his coming here to study is to let himself live a better life in the future, so that his family can live a good life. It is never difficult for a poor family to have a noble son.
I heard from many older students that ten years ago, in the Shexia Academy, you could have one meal of meat almost every day with the money subsidized by the state. Unfortunately, it has only started in recent years.
It is impossible to eat one meal of meat a day, but it is okay to eat enough, and there are a lot of vegetables and fruits, but meat is basically eaten once every seven days, which is also an absolute weapon to attract people from poor families.
"Huh? Where does the smell of meat come from?"
"smell good."
"It can't be beef."
"Damn it, your beef smells like mutton?"
There were no chairs in the academy, so Yang Qian could only find a cushion, sit on the steps, and slowly wait for the meat to be cooked.
Braised pork must be simmered slowly. Braised pork cooked in one hour is completely incomparable with braised pork cooked in three or five hours.
If the oil in the oily pork can be forced out, it won't be greasy when eaten.
Zhang Yumeng squatted on the steps, staring at the pot of braised pork, and licked his lips unconsciously.
"When is the best time?"
"Slow work will produce fine work, you are impatient."
Fei Lian smiled and said, "I like to eat the food cooked by Master the most, it's just different from other people's food."
Yang Qian raised his head and said proudly, "Nonsense, the food I cooked will make sure that you can even swallow it."
Zhang Yumeng curled her lips and said, "I think that's it."
"Then don't eat it."
"Oh, why are you so stingy? I want to give you some advice."
"Not accepted."
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After a cup of tea, Yang Qian would use a shovel to turn the braised mutton over, and the mutton soup also needed to be washed a few times to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the pot, which would cause trouble.
These days, it is actually very difficult to use firewood and the like, because the firepower cannot be controlled by oneself, unlike an integrated stove, where one can have as much fire as he wants.
An hour later, the sound of hammering bronze tripods came from various schools.
In an instant, a large number of students rushed over following the smell. Yang Gan looked up and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it, how can this old boy run faster than anyone else?"
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Tan Tianyan was not polite at all. He came to the pot and sniffed it vigorously. The strong meaty smell with the aroma of sauce penetrated his nose. "Yang Qian, what kind of food are you cooking?"
Students from behind also came one after another.
"Yang Gan, when can I eat it?"
"Yeah, I'm almost starving to death."
"I lost the debate just now because I smelled of meat."
"Your excuse is a bit fresh and refined."
Although many people have always wanted a share of the pie, it is a pity that Yang Qian is not money, and he cannot do it to the point that everyone likes it.
There was a small group of people who looked at Yang Qian wearing silk clothes and an apron made of linen and immediately felt strange.
"The Master said that a gentleman should stay away from kitchen robes. Brother Yang, you are wearing strange clothes, but it is against etiquette."
The people around him echoed one after another. It was obvious that these guys were in a group.
But they are in a group, aren’t there others?
Li Xun, who usually had a good relationship with Yang Qian, was unhappy and directly replied, "You are the only one who talks nonsense."
Zhao Zhou's face immediately darkened, and he said unkindly, "You are from a humble family, how dare you talk to me like that?"
Li Xun said disdainfully, "You are a scholar-bureaucrat from Shang State, and I am from a poor family in Liao State. Can you take care of me?"
Zhao Zhou was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned ugly. Indeed, the two countries did not belong to each other. Although the etiquette system was the same, it did not impose any substantial restrictions on him.
Seeing Li Xun helping him so much, Yang Gan came to Zhao Zhou with a shovel, and Zhao Zhou immediately took two steps back.
"You, what do you want to do? Do you want to beat me in front of the sacrificial wine?"
Yang Gan waved his hands and smiled and said, "Nothing. I just want to tell you that a gentleman's staying away from the kitchen robe means that people stay away from killing. In fact, it is a state of mind that cannot bear to kill. To persuade the king to implement benevolent government, it's just your elm head." , really asking a man not to cook?"
"What if there is a man who has no wives or concubines at home and lost his mother in his early years? Should he starve to death? Hey, you are totally embarrassing Confucianism. Are you sure you are not sent by the Mohist family to kill Confucianism?"
After Yang Gan finished speaking, he returned directly to the pot and ignored him. Zhao Zhou's face changed darkly when he was told that, and he covered his heart with trembling hands, as if he couldn't accept it.
Seeing Zhao Zhou's embarrassing appearance, some students couldn't help but joked, "Tsk, tsk, hey, look, what does it mean to be awesome? He sleeps all day long, and he actually makes the Confucian Zhao Zhou speechless."
"Hahaha, you are speechless. In my opinion, your mouth is obviously crooked."
"Hahaha, that makes sense."
Tan Tianyan stroked his beard and looked at Yang Qian with an increasingly satisfied expression. He didn't expect that Yang Qian, who usually seemed so indifferent, could actually master Confucianism. It was not easy.
A strange phenomenon occurred in the academy. Many students in the academy had no idea what was happening.
I saw a group of people gathered around the corner, their big tongues constantly licking their lips. At first glance, it looked a bit permeable, but where did the vague meaty smell come from, which left many students puzzled.
Seeing the crowd of classmates, Yang Qian said urgently, "Hey, don't crowd in. You'll knock it over and there won't be anything for everyone to eat."
"Brother Yang, are you okay? I'm going to starve to death."
"Yeah, yeah, I feel like my broadsword is already thirsty."
"Hey, what you said makes sense. Which school of thought do you belong to?"
"Ionian."
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