Facing Liang, a woman from Kyoto, who has been eating and eating at her house these days, can she say that she is in a bad mood now? !
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Chapter 56 Give it or rob it
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"Lan Xin girl, when I came to Laifu Jiangkou, my master and young master gave me a total of six hundred and twenty silver to buy secret spices. I know that the silver alone is not enough to buy those ten cans of spices, but my young master said that if the silver is not enough, I can write an iou to the girl first and let people send it to me immediately after I return to Beijing." Liang said, he took out money banks all over the country and put it in front of Qin Lan Xin.
In the Great Wei Dynasty, all kinds of things were very expensive. Of course, "expensive" is not determined by the original cost of this thing, but depends on who these things are in front of.
For example, something with a price of a few pence is worth thousands of dollars if the emperor likes it.
Qin Lanxin’s preparation of spices has become a minor celebrity in the circle of those who love to eat in Kyoto. In Liang’s view, one hundred and twenty silver is less, and Qin Lanxin prepared ten cans for him this time, at least one thousand and two hundred.
Kimchi and pickles in Qin’s courtyard are also secret, and only two or three people in that pot-bellied altar can hold enough momentum and be delicious, so that even the tongue can be bitten off, at least one hundred and twenty-one pots are needed.
At this time, Qin Lanxin didn’t know that these good shots were good, so she gave her 620 silver tickets. She felt too much. You know, subway restaurants earn money every day for a copper coin. Even if the business is booming now, it’s only a dozen taels a day, and it’s still busy day and night.
"Brother Liang, you don’t have to write a silver note for this iou. I’ll accept it as your house to buy these ten cans of secret seasoning. In addition, I’ll send you an altar of kimchi and an altar of pickles. If your host family doesn’t like it, you can keep it for yourself. It’s also necessary to seal it in a cool place and put it in March and April of next year. But my mother sees that you like to eat sauce bone these days. Let me prepare a small jar of sauce bone seasoning for you and buy some ribs for yourself when you want to eat it back in Kyoto."
Qin Lanxin didn’t turn away Liang’s money this time, but Liang’s coming out of this big family made her see that Kyoto was in great business opportunities.
Wait, wait, wait. One day, she will go to Kyoto to earn a lot of money.
I don’t know if it’s like letting people carry those spices, pickles and pickles in a boat. His mind is inexplicable. He knows that when he left Qin’s yard, Han brought him a lot of hot bags and sauce bones with a big smile, which made him hungry. Qin Xiangzheng and Qin Lanbing personally sent him to the dock and Qin Lanxin smiled like a spring breeze.
Such a warm farewell, such a generous gift, such a sincere treatment made him turn around and burst into tears.
It was not until 12 days after boarding the ship that I set foot on Shuntian Pier in Kyoto, and it was the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the pace of the New Year was getting closer and closer.
I paid a few laborers to move things to the dock and wait for Liang to drive all the way to the gate of Kyoto carefully.
At this time, one of the pavilions in the long lane of Yu ‘an Street, the main street in the northwest of Kyoto, complements each other. Several men of different ages are all luxuriant in clothes, and they are very excited to say something around an old man with a fair hair.
"Deng’s adult, what if I later refused to give up what one favours? We finally got the approval letter, but we can’t return without success if we have the cheek to block the door! " A brocade middle-aged man looked at the old man with a sad face and said
"Don’t worry, you guys, even if he is koenma, you have to call me a grandfather. If you don’t give me something good this time, I’ll grab it!" The old man who boasted and stared at this looks like an old lai at this time. Who can associate him with Deng Tong, the three great scholars of the Great Wei Dynasty?
"Grandpa, grandpa, good driving has entered the west gate, and within a quarter of an hour, he will arrive at Fengen Houfu." At this moment, a 12-year-old boy ran excitedly and said.
Hearing this, the old man became more energetic. With these people, he went to his little grandson, Luo Xiuyun, the grandfather of the Feng En Hou House, to surround him.
"Grandpa, do you have to do this?" Luo Xiuyun, who is only ten years old, is practicing in the courtyard and watching Hula break into his courtyard. People frown at Deng Tong with great displeasure.
"Good grandsons and grandfathers don’t want to be like this. Grandfathers are forced by them!" Deng Tong pathetically approached Luo Xiuyun and said, by the way, it is very plaintively pointed to himself followed by a group of people.
Looking at the group of people behind Deng Tong who obviously don’t agree with this statement, Luo Xiuyun gave a cold smile and said, "You are all bad people, so you will know that you will grab something to eat with him."
And those people are thinking about Deng’s adult. Can you be ashamed to eat?
In a short time, Luo Zhen, the male host of Feng En Hou House, and Deng Wanru, the female host of Feng En Hou House, also heard people telling them to come to Luo Xiuyun’s courtyard.
When these people just took their seats in the courtyard hall, they came and said that Liang had come back and asked Luo Xiuyun where the things he had brought back from Fujiangkou were.
"Let Liang move everything to the World Garden!" Luo Zhen said with some headaches
Although he is now a dignified man, there is nothing the Duke can do when he meets his greedy and difficult Yuezhang Deng Tong.
Deng Tong looked at Luo Zhen and nodded with satisfaction. The folds on his face were layers of laughter.
Deng Tong’s daughter Deng Wanru is somewhat in distress situation. Her father is living more and more like a child. She loves to eat old urchins, and she can follow the old man’s house.
Soon Liang walked into Luo Xiuyun’s courtyard, followed by a few able-bodied pages carrying the spices, pickles and pickles, and then put them in the front hall.
"Good, what are these?" Luo Zhen and Deng Tong, before they entered the hall, came out and looked at the big altars and small altars placed on the ground and asked curiously.
"Report back to the duke. These are the secret seasonings ordered by the duke and the world. These two pot-bellied altars are secret pickles and pickles sent by Miss Qin to let the owners taste fresh." Liang knelt down and said.
"Get up. What are these pickles and pickles?" Luo Zhen curiously looked at the two sealed big altar and asked.
"Good son-in-law, don’t ask, just try it!" Deng Tong stared at the two pot-bellied altars with green eyes and said that he would miss something before he saw it.
"Good fight!" Luo Xiuyun’s curiosity has also been aroused. It seems that this good trip to Fujiangkou has won a lot!
"It’s a little yes!" Good got up and answered
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Chapter 57 Uneven distribution of dishes
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Liang went to the radish pickle jar and asked a page to help him get the thick jar cover. Then he untied the thick blue cloth and gently took off the thick blue cloth, and a unique aromatic smell came to the nose.
Deng Tong and those people who love to eat can’t hold back when they smell this rich fragrance. They all shout around.
And Liang quickly covered the cloth and said, "Miss Qin said that after this altar is played, you must never let raw water and oil touch the secret pickles, otherwise it will go bad."
"You little stinky eye saw water and oil in my hand!" Deng Tong looked at Liang in a sulk. He hasn’t seen what’s in the altar yet!
"saliva is also raw water!" I’m really embarrassed to say this sentence, but just smelling the smell of pickles, someone’s mouth is full of water. If they are all near this altar, they won’t eat the secret pickles.
As soon as Liang said this, many people smiled awkwardly on the spot, and I don’t blame him for being so bold to speak. Now it is most important to have pickles in the altar.
"Somebody get clean chopsticks and dishes!" If these people are not allowed to have a taste, it seems that they will not let it go today. Luo Zhen smells the fragrance and wants to taste it.
In a moment, someone came to Luo Zhen and Deng Tong with a tray. The tray was a few pairs of clean bamboo chopsticks and a few white porcelain platters.
Deng Tong was the first one who couldn’t help but take chopsticks and plates to clip pickled radish. That’s a big pot full of bright pickles. Just looking at it makes people have an appetite.
First, pick up a piece of pickled radish and look at it carefully, then gather it to the tip of your nose and enjoy it, and then slowly put it in your teeth and bite it.
Darling, that taste is salty, sweet, crisp, tender and delicious. Chewing it back and forth is delicious and refreshing, which makes people almost confused!
"My mother, this is delicious!" Someone can’t help admiring it long ago.
"Delicious, delicious!" Luo xiuyun, a snack, couldn’t help eating one piece after another, even forgetting the salty at all.
"Is this a radish? It’ s really not like it! " Luo Zhen felt that even the depressed mood became a lot lighter after eating this sauce-flavored dish.
"Good grandson, you should also divide your grandfather’s half what this pickles say." While eating Deng Tong, you don’t forget to seek benefits for yourself.
"No, this is what I asked Liang to buy and want to eat. You can buy it yourself!" Luo xiuyun hurriedly protect pickles altar said
"The duke, you also want to give us some let’s buy silver also not line? How much do you want, Xiao Shi? " These people are not short of money, and they have already lost their faces because of eating. Now that they have seen this pickles today, they have to get some back home.
"We serve well Hou Fu like lack of silver? Do not sell or sell! " Luo xiuyun said overbearingly.
"Hey!" Deng Wanru shook her head and looked at it reproachfully, then asked Liang what was in those small altars, and whether the other altar was pickles, too.
Liang said truthfully that this small jar is a secret seasoning, and another pot-bellied jar is not pickles but pickles, but hot and spicy.
"Spicy food? I like eating best. Let me try it! " Deng Tong has never heard the word "kimchi" after eating it for so many years, but this does not prevent him from pursuing kimchi.