In the books that Fei Qian often read when he was young, there is often a sentence like this, "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" But the problem is that this spring is also a naughty child, at least this spring, this
The guy is still playing hide and seek...
Amid the icy cold wind, the sky gradually became brighter.
The piles of bonfires were extinguished one after another, and the refugees who had sat around to keep warm last night slowly stood up and stretched their frozen muscles.
A new wave of refugees broke out in Guanzhong again.
In the past, Li Guo and Li Guo, until Zhong Shao came to power, and then to Yang Biao and Zhao Wen, this series of changes only took, but did not pay. They were just constantly fighting for power and profit, and even the most basic farming matters were not arranged and arranged.
As a result, after enduring season after season, ordinary farm families finally have no reserves...
Even if there is still some surplus grain, or some food can be collected from the surrounding area, these farmers can persist until spring comes. But now that spring has not arrived, the land is still stiff, and even the seeds that were reluctantly planted,
He also died in the cold weather of late spring.
These farmers who had completely lost hope, just like their ancestors had done for generations, abandoned their land and moved around in search of food and a way to survive.
For the remaining noble nobles around Guanzhong, on the one hand, their food reserves have been plundered and extorted by several groups of people, and on the other hand, they also need to protect the interests of their own estates. Of course, there is another aspect.
The reason is that without famine, how would they obtain land and make a fortune?
Therefore, at this time, these gentry right-wingers not only failed to allocate food reserves and stabilize the situation, but even secretly contributed to the situation, which ultimately triggered the second large-scale emigration in Guanzhong.
It has to be said that the vitality of the people in China is tenacious. In the first few days, some animals and plants tentatively showed up at this time, but they were completely wiped out by these refugees. Although it was still extremely cold at night,
These refugees also tenaciously relied on making fires to keep warm, and actually survived...
When the still cold morning came, some people who had gone to look for food in the surrounding fields came back dejectedly. Under the late spring cold, many plants had just sprouted, and were either frozen to death by the cold wave or wiped out by the refugees. Now
Everything was bare and there was nothing.
In the past few days, the amount of food has been reduced again and again, but they are still facing the risk of being completely cut off. There was some commotion among the large group of refugees, and many people began to turn their attention to the manor houses with noble guards.
In the minds of these refugees, the food in these manors is probably piled as high as a mountain. You can eat a handful and throw a handful away...
If we had this food and grass, not to mention having a full meal, we could survive with just this mountain of food!
Naturally, if you attack the Manor Wubao, people will definitely die, and for these refugees, they do not have any siege equipment at all. At most, they can only have ants clinging to the wall, so the casualties will be extremely heavy.
But in such an envoy, how much is this miserable life worth?
Yesterday, some women and children had quietly disappeared into the wilderness, and then some of the prodigals from the original village gathered together to stew meat over a fire...
Many people don’t even dare to think about what kind of meat is being stewed.
Just when these refugees were aimless and at a loss, among the crowd, the stronger men were already making noises:
"There is food in the village! There is food in the village! That mountain of food is enough to be eaten in a lifetime!"
"Let's go ask for food! There is so much food and grass, if you can't eat it all, it will rot! If we don't want good food and grass, it will be rotten!"
Everyone agreed one after another, thinking that since there was so much food in the manor and it would be a waste if it rotted, it would be better to use some of it for relief, so as not to waste the food that had been grown so hard.
The refugees immediately became chaotic, gathering in all directions and heading towards the surrounding manors.
Normally, there are soldiers from counties and counties in the hinterland of Guanzhong, as well as the Central Forbidden Army. However, after these troops were pulled back and forth several times, they were no longer organized. Many counties even only had a hundred or so soldiers in the city, and these soldiers were stubbornly defending.
The city gate might be okay, but if it were placed in the wild, it would probably be submerged in a short while.
Therefore, the only remaining reverence and reason were left in the barriers between these refugees and the manor and fortress. When both reverence and reason were consumed by hunger, it turned into a disaster.
A cry was heard everywhere.
The refugees all stood up from the scattered bonfires. Those who had the energy started shouting and making noises at the top of their lungs, both to urge others and to cheer themselves up. Those who did not have the energy to shout also
They all stood up and followed the group in confusion. When they saw branches or sticks on the ground, they picked them up. If there were no sticks or anything like that, they looked around for a stone and held it in their hands, as if this could bring them some psychological relief.
Comfort and security.
The libertines who gathered together seemed to have become the leaders at this time. These people did not know where they also made some wooden spears, long knives and so on. There were also a few who did not know when they were knitted and tied.
Long ladder...
It is naturally impossible to attack the city with these crude tools. Even in a small county town, a city wall two or three feet high is an insurmountable chasm. But for these small manor houses in Guanzhong,
The highest is no more than two feet, and after all, it is on a flat land like Guanzhong. There is no so-called natural barrier that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Many manor and forts do not even have trenches, and even those that do are not deep, which makes these refugees a problem.
The target chosen first.
Following the libertines, these refugees continued to spread in all directions, and their roars became louder and louder. At first, they were a bit chaotic, but in the end they all turned into one voice: "Build down the fortress! There will be food!"
What were originally a few hundred red-eyed refugees quickly turned into thousands, and then within two or three days turned into tens of thousands, rolling in all over the mountains and plains like locusts, and the people in Guanzhong
Those small estates that struggled to survive under Dong Zhuo, Li Guo and others were like small oases in the desert, attracting locusts, and then...
There will be no more.
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When Zao Zhi came to find Fei Qian, he saw Fei Qian sitting in a small pavilion in the courtyard, slurping noodles and soup cakes, enjoying himself.
Because the noodles made at this time were not in the shape of individual strands that had been made in the factory like in later generations, nor were they as fine as hand-rolled noodles in later generations. Most of the noodles were made from prepared dough and then pulled into thin slices.
So it's actually more like a cake than a bar.
However, when you come to Fei Qian, how can it be so simple and rough? Wouldn’t it live up to the reputation of Binh Duong’s number one foodie?
First, sift the wheat flour finely with a sieve, then mix the cold broth with the dough, and then knead it into shape. Knead it repeatedly until the dough is full of elasticity. Then pull the dough into a dough stick as thick as a chopstick, cut it into pieces, and then cook it.
When the time comes, pull it thinly until it becomes as wide as a leek leaf, and one noodle will fill a bowl.
Finally, add some fried minced meat to the noodle bowl, cut into three or five slices of pickled melon, fry two golden eggs and put them on top, then add some soy sauce and vinegar on the side for seasoning, and you have a bowl.
The noodles with the distinctive characteristics of Fei's are, well, soup cakes.
"Well, Zijing, haven't you eaten yet?" Fei Qian greeted, "Bring a bowl to Zijing too! In this weather, eating some hot noodle soup is the most comfortable thing..."
Although Zao Zhi wanted to say that he had actually eaten it when he got up early, but when he saw Fei Qian's bowl of noodles, he couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then swallowed the words he had eaten along with his saliva.
Into the stomach.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.
Fei Qian and Zao Zhi held the bowls and didn't say a word. They both buried their heads and ate while snoring. Then they drank up all the soup, then put down the bowls and chopsticks with satisfaction, and then asked the attendants to leave.
Take bowls and chopsticks and serve some tea.
Fei Qian watched Zao Zhi wiping his mouth carefully and gently, as if it was a very important task or project. He wiped the oil off his beard one by one, looking very caring.
Fei Qian couldn't help but rub his beard, and then wiped it casually with silk silk.
Some habits of later generations are hard to change.
Most people in the Han Dynasty, especially the children of the gentry, attached great importance to their beards. Having a long and elegant beard was an inseparable part of their peerless style. Later generations of Fei Qian were accustomed to shaving.
Dao, now he has started to grow a beard, but he is somewhat not fully used to it.
And Fei Qian's beard, judging from the current situation, even if it grows in the future, it doesn't seem to be the so-called five-strand beard like Guan Erye, at most it is a goatee. This discovery inevitably makes Fei Qian feel a little bit
Pity.
How about making some beard and sticking it on yourself?
While Fei Qian was wandering in the sky, Zao Zhi had already wiped his beard, put the silk into his sleeves, straightened his robes, and said: "Your Majesty, although I never tire of fine food, fine food, but now in the city, well,
, the name of Junhou Taotie is also spread outside the city..."
"Is that true?" Fei Qian said.
Zao Zhi said seriously: "It's true that the food created by the monarchs has a good reputation far and wide... What's more, even in Anyi, Hedong, there are people who are willing to travel long distances just to come to Pingyang for a feast. Eat some delicacies created by the monarch... However, this will inevitably be criticized... It is said that the monarch, now with a small victory, has lost his enterprising spirit and has become a man who is full of oral pleasure. Pingyang and the north are ruined. In just a moment..."
Hearing this, Fei Qian was stunned for a moment. Is this matter so serious?
"People who have lost their enterprising spirit...are they all willing to eat rough food, beans and rice? Are these people not willing to eat fine food?" Fei Qian said with some doubts.
Zao Zhi shook his head and said: "The creation of Junhou is naturally loved by everyone. It has become popular throughout the city and even in the countryside... I have never heard anyone say that certain dishes are not beautiful..."
"Ha!" Fei Qian looked up to the sky and let out a haha and said, "That's strange. If you dislike it, just don't eat it. Why do you have to eat it and scold it after you eat it?"
Fei Qian suddenly felt a little funny. Could this be considered picking up the bowl to eat, then putting the bowl down to scold the cook?
"Zijing, I think..." Fei Qian rubbed the beard on his chin, and then said, "...such people are mostly those who have accomplished nothing and can only open their mouths... Don't worry about it, let alone this person. Human beings have always been like this, even if they don’t create various dishes, they can still find some flaws in other aspects...just ignore it..."
Most of these gesticulators belong to the lower social class, and they cannot blend into Feiqian's political system. Most of their speeches are not listened to, so they must find a channel to show themselves, otherwise they may not even be heard. He couldn't even see himself clearly.
When dealing with such people, Fei Qian's advice has always been to ignore them.
Because the more you pay attention to these people, the more energetic they will become, just like being injected with chicken blood...
If no one pays attention to it, it will slowly sink.
"Your Majesty," Zao Zhi saw that Fei Qian didn't take it seriously and said, "the name of Taotie is not a good thing after all... If you deliberately mislead and say that your Majesty sucks people's anointing, it will also damage your reputation..."
"Qingyu?" Fei Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Zijing, how did that bowl of noodles taste?"
Zao Zhi nodded and said, "Of course it's good."
"Wheat flour, minced meat, pickled melons, and chickens, that's all. Do you cherish anything valuable?" Fei Qian frowned and said, "One Wu ordered the collection of precious ingredients and wasted them; the other Wu Luo plundered the people under his rule. , disturbing people's livelihood; but isn't it just to use existing ingredients to improve the technology or practice, so that it can also be related to Qingyu? If there is something to say about this, let's eat some boiled beans..."
Zao Zhi was silent for a while, nodded and said: "The Lord and Marquis said so, I have learned a lesson."
"Okay, let's not talk about this," Fei Qian waved his hand, and then said, "How are the fields outside the city now? Are we ready for farming? However, the weather is still cold, and if we plant crops now, we may not be able to survive. "
Zao Zhi nodded and said: "Yes, it is indeed not suitable to plow immediately in this cold spring season, but Junhou's Huang's plow is easy to use. It is much more convenient to turn over the soil and plow the land. The time that was originally used to plow and wait for planting
It has also been reduced a lot... Alas, it's a pity that the weather has been affected for some reason. Last year, it was cold in spring, and this year is also the case. Now that the land has been plowed, but I can't plant, I inevitably feel a little... But I can only wait, until the cold spring comes.
Please wait and plant seedlings again, otherwise the cold will continue and the losses will be even greater..."
"It's cold in spring, it's cold in spring..." Fei Qian nodded and agreed, but after muttering it a few times, his brows suddenly wrinkled, he stood up suddenly, and said, "...Ah! It's cold in spring! I almost forgot.
