Pang Tong burped loudly, then stroked his belly with a lazy look on his face.
"These dishes..." Fei Qian pointed to the table and said with a smile, "Does Jingxiang also have them?"
Pang Tong nodded and said: "Not only does it exist, but it is even more exquisite than yours... Take this mutton roast as an example..." There was no concept of stir-fry in the Han Dynasty, so anything stir-fried was also called
It's burning.
"...What you use here is ordinary lamb leg meat..." Pang Tong tapped the edge of the bean plate with a look of contempt on his face, "Do you know what Liu Jingzhou used? Just take the lamb spine and leave the rest.
Abandon them all! Look at your... Do you know, this is the gap..."
Fei Qian laughed and didn't take it seriously.
As for the pursuit of delicious food, as a member of the foodie empire, this is an innate talent that cannot be stopped even if you want to. Even in later generations, Fei Qian did not hesitate to eat in order to eat. Of course, what makes Fei Qian the most
What I envy is not drinking tea in Bashu in the morning or drinking coffee in Paris in the evening, but eating whatever I want, and it is best to go to the place of origin to eat, because only in this way is the most authentic taste...
Just like if you want to eat butchered vegetables and Madier popsicles, go to Heilongjiang; if you want to eat pot-roasted pork and soybean paste pork, go to Jilin; if you want to eat mackerel pancakes and three-fresh leek box, go to Liaoning; if you want to eat all kinds of pork, go to Liaoning;
For a sheep feast and secret swan eggs, go to Inner Mongolia; for grilled buns and mutton skewers, go to Xinjiang; for highland barley wine, butter tea, and Tibetan noodles, go to Tibet...
Qinghai has haggis, hand-caught beef, and mixed noodles; Gansu has Lanzhou stuffed skin, sugar oil cake, and sugar pot helmet; Shaanxi has mutton steamed buns, meat buns, and gourd heads; Shanxi has fish balls, Taiyuan hand-pulled noodles, noodles
Tea, cat ears; Hebei has donkey meat barbecue, pancakes, and beef cakes; Sichuan has Dandan noodles, Long Chao Shou, and Xiba tofu; Guizhou has Changwang noodles, lotus leaf glutinous rice cake, and silk dolls; Chongqing has shredded chicken and tofu,
Ma Yuan, hand-cooked when crossing the bridge; Yunnan has millet cakes, bean curd rice noodles, small pot bait silk...
How many are there, and how many are not listed?
Being able to eat is a blessing.
The world of Foodie Empire is the most beautiful.
"You did it on purpose..."
Pang Tong smacked his lips, then sipped the tea soup in small sips, and spoke slowly.
"What?" Fei Qian was a little confused.
Pang Tong knocked on the table.
"Oh..." Fei Qian nodded and said, "Half and half...you know, I'm a greedy person..."
Pang Tong laughed a few times and said: "I know, why don't you know... I knew it when you used a net to replenish fish at the foot of Lushan Mountain and didn't even let go of the small fish... But, like this,
Not bad……"
"Hmm." Fei Qian turned the tea bowl and said somewhat nonchalantly, "To be honest... I would rather be remembered as a food-loving general than just a general conquering the West..."
Pang Tong looked at Fei Qian and said slowly: "Eating is human nature. Only when you are satisfied with eating can you do anything else... You can have many dishes spread here, I think it is good... At least it is better than the real knife."
The gun is easy to come by and does not arouse suspicion... When I crossed Heluo, Yang also tried it several times and finally gave up... The food may also be partly responsible..."
What do poor people eat?
Rod paste.
If an extremely poor person has the energy to research a dish or innovate a new way to eat it?
Obviously not.
Therefore, although many people suspect that Feiqian may not have much reserves due to the continuous wars, but seeing the dishes in Pingyang being renovated one after another, they are worried and it is not easy to confirm.
In addition, these people did not pay much attention to Bingbei, so there were not many available people, so the issue of Feiqian's internal reserves became a difficult mystery.
Fei Qian chuckled, then his face darkened a little, and said, "How dare Mr. Yang embarrass you?"
"Huh..." Pang Tong said, "Why don't you dare? The Yang family has the final say in Heluo now... Fortunately, the Marquis of Linjin is still more sober and takes care of His Majesty's face, otherwise the Yang family would probably be in Heluo.
gone……"
Fei Qian was silent for a while, then waved his hand to ask all the attendants to leave, and then said: "...You came from Jingxiang...how has the situation around you changed?"
Pang Tong also stopped showing his playful smile and said seriously: "There will be chaos soon... The main reason is Er Yuan..."
Pang Tong stretched out his finger, made a vague gesture in the air, and said: "...the two Yuan states in the north and south must have a tacit understanding now...the rear will be determined first, and then the decisive battle will be fought, and the two states of Yanqing will be the final battlefield...
...So Liu Jingzhou is also very panicked. When I came here, I specifically told you that I would ask you for more war horses..."
Having said this, Pang Tong shook his head and made a sound, obviously not satisfied with Liu Biao's performance.
"So the one who most hopes for a fight between Yuan and Yuan is none other than the Yang family?" Fei Qian said.
Pang Tong nodded and said: "That's natural, but to be honest, if the two Yuans work together, it will be an extremely troublesome thing... So your earthen pot is still considered safe now... Can it be beaten?
, can’t take care of you, and the people around you who are staring at you can’t beat you... Tsk tsk..."
Fei Qian said: "So how long do you think I can stay here?"
Pang Tong shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. Maybe that day, the two Yuans suddenly realized their enlightenment and joined forces, and everyone would no longer be able to play anymore? After all, the Yang family started too late, and was tormented by Dong, so its strength was still poor.
Some, once the two Yuans join forces, he will not be able to compete..."
"That's it...it seems Guanzhong can only let it go..." Fei Qian sighed.
Pang Tong frowned and said: "Who suggested taking Guanzhong at this time? It is too hasty... Yuanzhi?"
Fei Qian nodded.
Pang Tong also nodded, shook his head, and said slowly: "Don't blame him. It's just that you have to know it yourself... Yuan Zhi was born... so his desire to make meritorious deeds is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people... But don't
Be harsh, otherwise you will easily lose your spirit..."
"Huh?" Fei Qian looked at Pang Tong up and down and said, "Okay... I even understand this. It seems that I have learned a lot during this period!"
Pang Tong just puffed up his chest triumphantly, but then he thought of something else, his face fell, and he waved his hands in a daze and said: "This is a small road, not worth mentioning."
Looking at Pang Tong's expression, Fei Qian guessed something, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded and secretly jotted it down in his heart. After all, he might be able to use it in the future...
"Then, should I express my gratitude to His Majesty?" Fei Qian chuckled twice.
Pang Tong also smiled and said: "That's natural. It's the right thing to send the newly harvested crops..."
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"Er Yuan..."
Yang Biao stood on the top of Luoyang City, looked at the sky, and sighed softly.
Even though the autumn harvest is approaching, there are still a large number of people working day and night to repair the city of Luoyang.
In the huge Luoyang City, the city walls need to be repaired, the roads need to be cleaned, and trenches need to be dug. Large quantities of green bricks, stones, and wood are continuously transported from Luoshui via boats or rafts to the south of Luoyang City, and then transported by ants like ants.
They were dragged into Luoyang City little by little with logs and hemp ropes...
Although a fire burned for three days and three nights, after all, many bricks, stones and rammed earth could not be burned. If these burned waste materials were removed, they could be rebuilt naturally, but they just wanted to restore the original prosperity of Luoyang.
The appearance of wealth cannot be achieved in ten or eight years.
The first thing to be completed was the Chongde Hall in the Imperial City.
Of course, the Chongde Hall at this time was just a crude and simplified version. There was even no vermilion paint in some places, and the white wood was exposed. But in some way, it at least protected a little bit of Han Emperor Liu Xie's face, and would not
Just like in history, they can only huddle under the broken eaves and broken walls.
Historically, Liu Xie was lucky enough to escape from Li Guo's rule after Li Guo and his two men caused great trouble in Guanzhong, and after the Heluo epidemic and severe drought, and even the phenomenon of cannibalism appeared in many places.
Control, returned to Luoyang, lasted for five years.
At that time, the Yang family of Hongnong also spent a long period of time in the face of natural and man-made disasters and exhausted all their original savings. As a result, when Cao Cao led his troops, he had no checks and balances.
But now, Yang Biao thinks that there is still a chance, but the premise is that Er Yuan must put up a fight.
A few days ago, the edict consecrating Yuan Shao and others was finally issued.
This was obviously not a strategy that Liu Xie could come up with on his own, but Yang Biao thought about it for a long time and finally agreed to turn these edicts into physical objects, because this was indeed beneficial to Yang Biao himself.
But the problem is no one is stupid...
So we still need to do something to make it better.
"Someone is coming!"
Yang Biao pondered for a long time, and finally issued an order, "I order all counties in the world and the Han Emperor to return to Luo and pay annual tribute after the autumn harvest!"
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"Hingyang Shao...Tsk, tsk..."
Cao Cao picked up the last bit of food and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he looked at the smooth bean plate and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really exquisite..."
"If my lord is happy, just ask someone to do it again!" Cao Hong said with a smile.
Cao Cao was a little moved, but in the end he put down his chopsticks, shook his head, and said: "...That's fine...No need..."
After the attendants removed all the leftover soup from the table and served tea and dried fruits, Cao Cao slowly said: "Zi Lian invited someone here, not just to eat this Pingyang Shao..."
Cao Hong laughed twice and said: "My lord is wise, I have collected a lot of gold and silver during this period...I am thinking about whether to go to the north to exchange for some weapons and horses..."
Cao Cao chuckled and said: "I told you earlier that you won't change your habit...what's the use of gold and silver these days? But, isn't this the same as the Northern Caravan..."
Cao Cao's face turned a little pale as he spoke. He understood what Cao Hong meant.
Cao Hong is greedy for money, but he is not to the point of personally handling the caravan. The reason why he told Cao Cao this is precisely because of the reason for joining the northern caravan...
The caravans coming from the north seemed to have only gone as far as the Chenliu realm since Yuan Shu attacked Yanzhou, and no longer went east. Therefore, all goods were delivered at the Chenliu realm.
Of course, such behavior is understandable for the Bingbei caravan.
Would that caravan be willing to be deeply involved in the battlefield, taking the risk of being arrested by both sides at any time, randomly labeling it as a spy, and swallowing all the people and goods?
But if the delivery is done in Chenliu, then when the goods arrive at Cao Cao, they will change hands several times.
Last time, the war horses and weapons sent from Bingbei had not arrived at Cao Cao's place for a long time. If Cao Hong hadn't pursued them several times, there was no telling when they would arrive in Cao Cao's hands...
"What Zi Lian means..." Cao Cao knocked his head, feeling a little headache, and said, "...I also know it, but Meng Zhuo is a close friend of a certain person..."
Cao Hong looked at Cao Cao with some helplessness, and could only say: "My lord, how about this... I send another caravan to the territory of Chenliu? My lord knows that Duke Zhang may be unparalleled in chivalry, but he may not be a bad official.
!Although there is no difference in the number of war horses, most of them are rogue horses! The firearms and weapons are also of varying quality! This is either because the people from Bingbei are shoddy, or..."
Cao Cao raised his palms and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Lord!" Cao Hong shouted.
"Okay, I know..." Cao Cao stood up, smiled, walked to Cao Hong, patted Cao Hong on the shoulder, and said, "I know Zi Lian's heart... but don't mention it again.
...Okay, I have political affairs, so I will leave first... Next time there will be new Pingyang dishes, so I will come back..."
Cao Cao said nothing more. When he left Cao Hong's mansion, he smiled and waved to Cao Hong to go back. However, when he turned around, his smile shrank away.
Cao Cao even knew more about this matter than Cao Hong!
There is no problem with the caravan heading north.
The detailed work sent to Chen Liu has confirmed this. Whether it is equipment or horses sold from Bingbei, they are at least passable.
But with a change of hand, the good horse turns into a rogue horse, and the weapon becomes incomplete...
Of course Cao Cao wanted to find out what was going on, but before that, he was more concerned about Yuan Shao's attitude.
Zhang Miao sent an envoy to Jizhou. Although it was secretive, Cao Cao still found out. Of course, it is impossible to know exactly what Zhang Miao and Yuan Shao communicated.
Normally speaking, Zhang Miao's behavior is understandable.
Zhang Miao was Cao Cao's benefactor.
If it weren't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao might not be what he is today. He might have been tied up, stuffed into a cage, sent to Luoyang, and his head was cut off and hung on the city gate.
If it weren't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao wouldn't be able to recruit troops. Perhaps he could only look at the peach blossoms in his backyard at home and lament that he was untimely and unlucky.
"Meng Zhuo..."
Cao Cao looked up at the sky and sighed softly and longly.
The white clouds in the sky are floating and changing, just like Cao Cao's heart at the moment...
