When Zhao Hu heard this, his eyes rolled up. Was Zhao Cheng defending him just now?
Zhao Hanzhang stood up, straightened his robes and said, "Uncle, you must be hungry all the way to the palace. I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
After saying that, he stood up and left, taking Zhao Yunxin with him. The maid serving in the palace immediately followed him and left.
As soon as he left the house, Zhao Hanzhang said to Zhao Yunxin: "Go and get all the information on the burned house. By the way, bring the land deed as well."
Zhao Yunxin agreed.
Zhao Hanzhang took Tinghe to the ear room. There was a small kitchen there, where he usually made tea and snacks for Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers.
Now that the palace is poor, the so-called big kitchen is used to cook food for the palace guards. The emperor and Zhao Hanzhang's meals are cooked in their respective small kitchens.
The small kitchen in this wing is responsible for the lunch of Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers on duty.
Of course, it is difficult for a good woman to make a meal without rice. With the amount of money allocated by Zhao Hanzhang, the cooks did not have much room to perform.
The most sumptuous meal they have eaten in the palace so far is noodles with two eggs.
At this time, Zhao Hanzhang wanted to treat Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng to a bowl of noodles.
The cook immediately opened a vat with great care, opened a fine cloth bag from inside, and carefully scooped out more than half a bowl of noodles. He poured the noodles into the basin, then opened another vat, scooped out less than half a bowl of yellow bean flour, and poured it out as well.
Into the basin.
He stirred it, then added a little water after careful consideration. He moved his fingers quickly to slowly moisten the flour, and dripped some more water. He put the water bowl aside and began to stir and knead it in the basin.
Zhao Hanzhang found it interesting, so he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands and said, "I'll do it."
The cook hesitated for a moment and finally gave way.
Zhao Hanzhang started kneading the dough. Not to mention, kneading the dough was quite fun.
It's a good exercise for your arm strength. The most important thing is that when you press and pull, the surroundings are very quiet, and your brain, which was confused and sleepy because of the morning's political affairs, suddenly wakes up.
Zhao Hanzhang began to think thoughtfully, kneaded the dough, and then she gave it to the cook aside.
The cook rubbed a hand of dry flour and then kneaded and beat it. After a while, it was kneaded into a ball. When he walked to the stove, he saw that the soup was just boiling.
He immediately picked a knife and cut the dough into the pot with a flourish.
Zhao Hanzhang looked at his sword skills that were almost an afterimage and said with a smile: "This is good, I want to learn it too."
Tinghe: "...In the early years, my wife asked you to learn some cooking skills, but you didn't learn them. Instead, you spent your time learning riding, archery and martial arts. Now you don't need to learn cooking skills. Why are you interested in this again?"
"There's nothing wrong with learning some cooking skills," Zhao Hanzhang said, "You can show your filial piety at critical times."
She observed the chef's skill in peeling the noodles, and didn't look away until he finished peeling. Then she stepped forward and said to the waiter who was lighting the fire: "I'll cook it."
The little chamberlain was startled. He was originally squatting, but suddenly he fell to his knees, lowered his head and did not dare to say a word, trembling.
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "Don't be afraid, I don't dislike you for not being able to cook well, it's just that I said I wanted to make noodles for the Seventh Master, so I can't just knead the noodles, right?"
"I can also make a fire in this kitchen."
The chef quickly said to the waiter: "Why don't you thank the general for your kindness?"
The little chamberlain kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, General, thank you, General."
Zhao Hanzhang saw his head hit the ground with a bang, and his forehead was instantly covered with black ash, which became red and swollen again, making it appear black and red all at once.
She felt sour in her heart and stretched out her hand to stop him. She still had a smile on her face. She waved her hand and said happily: "Everyone in the small kitchen has contributed a lot today. I will reward each of you with an egg tonight, and the chef will have two."
Everyone's eyes lit up. Don't underestimate these eggs. Even Zhao Hanzhang only eats two eggs every day.
Everyone quickly knelt down to thank him.
Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand, squatted in front of the stove, and considered adding firewood.
The chef cooked the noodles and took them out, added the soup, cracked two eggs and cooked them, took them out and divided them into two bowls, and added a handful of green vegetables...
After a while, two bowls of noodles, some meat and some vegetarian, half yellow and white and half green, were ready.
Not to mention the taste, the color and taste are at least excellent.
Although Zhao Hanzhang had just had lunch not long ago, he was a little hungry now because he was using his brain quickly.
But she endured it and took the two bowls of noodles back on the tray herself.
Alas, the landlord's family doesn't have any food left. This is for Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng.
With a smile on her face, she walked to the side hall very genially, and then she saw Zhao Cheng coming out of the room with a serious look on his face.
Zhao Hanzhang's smiling face suddenly collapsed.
At first glance, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Hu were not having a pleasant conversation.
After thinking about it, she handed the tray to Tinghe behind her and stepped forward.
Zhao Cheng had already stood aside and saluted.
Although he was an elder, Zhao Cheng never regarded himself as an elder, except when he was talking about private matters in Zhao's house or when he needed to discipline her. He always regarded himself as a lower official.
Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Cheng said: "There are no outsiders at this time, so uncle does not need to see me outside."
Zhao Cheng straightened up, cupped his hands and said, "I'm fine, so I'll leave first."
Zhao Hanzhang stopped him and asked: "Did uncle quarrel with uncle again?"
Zhao Cheng said nothing.
Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Did my uncle persuade my uncle to donate the family property to me?"
Zhao Cheng emphasized: "It is donated to the national treasury and to the Jin Dynasty."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, thinking that his emphasis was right, and then smiled and said: "Uncle must not want to."
Zhao Cheng said nothing with a sullen face.
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "If it were me, I probably wouldn't want to. For my uncle, his family property is second only to his uncle Cheng and his cousin. The Jin Dynasty neither granted him a title nor promised him wealth in the future. Why did he
Do you want to donate your family property to the country?"
Zhao Chengdao: "How could he accumulate this wealth without the protection of the country? Now that the country is in trouble, as a citizen, he should contribute."
"He has already done his fair share," Zhao Hanzhang said, "I don't know how powerful my uncle is. In the past few years of war, his family's taxes and donations alone have supported my Zhao family's 50,000 soldiers."
"It's not that he raised him for one day, but for four years. Only this time the money he paid was enough to save Youzhou," Zhao Hanzhang said, "I don't hide it from my uncle either.
The amount collected this time is one-third of the money."
It is equivalent to a national tax. As a result, Zhao Hu alone paid one-third of the national treasury tax.
She sighed and said, "To be honest, if my uncle hadn't been of such a temper, I would have been afraid that he would have caused a big disaster. With just his taxes and donations in the past few years, he would have been granted the title of Marquis."