"That's too polite. I will be scolded by my mother later."
Zhou Zhao on the side looked at the hypocritical Li Shan with disdain, I'm sorry, don't accept it!
"How much should it cost? Uncle Eighth, you can calculate it and ask Sixteenth to send it over later."
Zhu Wei smiled and waved his hand, "The restaurant is yours, Dongshan Temple is just a name, but if you share the benefits, the whole village, old and young, will support you."
Li Shan turned around and shouted, "Zhu Ba, go buy a sheep."
"Lao Fan, prepare some charcoal fire and choose some good charcoal!"
Zhou Zhao came over with a strange expression, "What kind of spices are used on mutton?"
"What do you know!" Li Shan snorted, "This spice really needs to be used on mutton!"
Zhu Wei was stunned, do you use these spices to make food?
In the Tang Dynasty, spices were always more expensive than gold. For this spice, Zhu Wei spent a lot of money and had to ask someone to get it.
Li Shan looked happy and opened the box carefully, "Cumin!" Li Shanzhen didn't expect that cumin existed in this era.
I'm sure I read that correctly, because in his previous life, when Li Shan was in high school, he earned living expenses from kebabs, and he even did it during his freshman year.
Nowadays, similar spices are named after anise and fennel. In fact, there are many kinds and different uses. A few days ago, Li Shan and Zhu Wei went to an open restaurant and accidentally discovered cumin in Dongshan. Unfortunately, there is too little
.
Zhu Wei became interested and went out to find some. Unexpectedly, he made food instead of sachets.
"Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
Li Shan watched the little monk appear again with a frown on his face. It seemed familiar to him. All the injuries he suffered that time were basically healed, but his mother asked a doctor to take a look and prescribed medicine.
After drinking the concoction in one gulp, Li Shan touched the young monk's bare forehead and said, "We'll eat mutton later. By the way, let's go find some willow branches."
"Well, I don't know if there are red willow trees in Guanzhong..."
The middle-aged servant came over with a charcoal fire, rubbed his hands and said: "How can you start barbecue, young man..."
Li Shan waved his hands enthusiastically, and without making any boasts, when it comes to kebabs, he is definitely the best in the world!
Some time ago, things came to an end in a way that was difficult for Li Shan and Li Kai to understand.
There was no movement at all from the Pei family, but the tiger skin of the Qin Prince's Palace was covered with Li Shan. Fang Xuanling praised Li Shan twice in public, and once Changsun Wuji pinched his nose and nodded in agreement.
For this reason, the descendants of Prince Qin never appeared in front of Li Shan again. Li Shan even bumped into someone he vaguely looked familiar to in Dongshi once... He didn't know who it was, but he only remembered that he was hit by something he threw out.
I was embarrassed, but I didn't come to look for trouble.
After skewering the mutton skewers and adjusting the charcoal fire, Li Shan began to grill the mutton skewers skillfully. Xiaoman looked at this scene in surprise. The two servants stood aside nervously, fearing that Li Shan would be burned.
A few days ago, Li Kai sent two rooms of slaves. They were all registered with the county government. They were loyal and honest. Well, it was originally a third room, but there were two little girls in that room...
Man jumped to the point where Li Shan refused.
It's not that Li Shan insisted on recruiting some slaves, but now that he has established a household and has acres of land in his name, he can't let his son, mother, and Xiaoman go to the fields, right?
These acres of land were all bought from neighboring villages. It was so pitiful that almost every family was in ruins. Liu Heitai had swept through Hebei before, causing heavy casualties to the government soldiers. In addition, the government soldiers who accompanied Li Shimin to conquer Hebei six months ago also suffered heavy casualties.
Although he was given land as a gift, no one was cultivating it. Zhujiagou took the opportunity to buy a lot of land, but taxes were required on these acres.
"Come on, Xiaoman, have a taste... Oh, I have to give it to Uncle Eight first."
"Zhu Ba, Twelve, come and try it."
"Lao Fan, Lao Liu are here too."
"It's a pity that there is no chili powder at this time, so it always feels a little lacking in flavor."
For a time, the courtyard was very lively, and several neighbors who lived nearby also came. They were all young men in the village arranged by Zhu Wei. They were skilled in martial arts and quite brave. Whenever Li Shan went out, they would all follow him.
Li Shan has always had no airs, he gets along well with everyone, he is young and strong in the village, and although the servants at home are respectful, they are also affectionate.
Well, maybe with the exception of Zhou Zhao, this guy still looked disgusting. He was obviously sniffling, but he just refused to ask for skewers of mutton.
"Mr. Sir, I have a greeting." A boy of eight or nine years old ran in. This is Lao Fan's son. He is too young to work, so he can only work as a concierge.
Li Shan frowned and took it, "Brother Demou..."
It's a little strange. If Li Kai has something to do, he can just ask someone to say hello. It only takes more than an hour for him to enter the city, and now that he has a carriage, more than half an hour is enough. Why would he formally send a greeting card today?
"Seeing your behavior and listening to your words, you are like a child of a noble family. Although you are weak in history and not good at poetry, you still know a lot, which is not from a small family." Zhou Zhao sneered and said: "It's such a trivial matter.
I know nothing, Madam Zhu..."
Seeing Li Shan's expression, Zhou Zhao shut his mouth alertly. Since the fight that day, Li Shanben had spoken less and less... Well, it was just in front of Zhou Zhao, but once Zhou Zhao was disrespectful, there was no need for Zhu
Wei, Li Shan took action directly.
Xiaoman on the side wiped the oil on his mouth and whispered: "Mr. Lang, this is a formal greeting. When you visit tomorrow, you must be serious and it is not a private friendship."
"Um?"
Zhou Zhao added: "You must meet the elders."
elder?
Master Li?
He had long said that he was going to visit Master Li to thank him for his support that day, but Li Shan mentioned it twice and Li Kai mentioned it in one word.
Could it be that Master Li really wanted to recruit him for the Qin Palace?
Isn't Li Shimin afraid that Pei will turn to the East Palace after the incident?
No, it's been almost a month, and Guest Master Li didn't even bother to summon him. He suddenly asked Li Kai to send a greeting card. Something must have happened.
"Eighth Uncle, is there anything going on in Beijing these days?"
Zhu Wei swallowed the last piece of mutton, smacked his lips with satisfaction, and then said: "I haven't heard any news. Oh, by the way, many generals from the Prince of Qin's Palace have returned to Beijing."
Li Shan rolled his eyes. Could it be that Li Kai was afraid that the descendants of Prince Qin's family who had returned to Beijing would cause trouble for him?
Thinking of this, Li Shan couldn't help but glare at Zhou Zhao. This guy squeezed into the crowd at some point and his mouth was full of oil.
If this guy hadn't taken him to Changlepo that day, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble!
I still thought that one day I would climb up on the thick leg of Prince Qin's palace, but everyone would be offended. I wonder if Cheng Yaojin would go crazy if he knew that his eldest son had been beaten...
Well, Li Shan has selectively forgotten that he took the initiative to go to Changlepo to avoid Li Dewu who came to Dongshan Temple that day.
"Dalang, why do these spices make the mutton so delicious?"
"Because cumin was added." Li Shan absentmindedly touched the little monk's head.
The young monk is the twelfth in his generation. Both his parents died of illness early, so he was sent to Dongshan Temple. But now he doesn't look like a monk at all. He just doesn't read Buddhist scriptures. He is not allowed to eat chicken, duck, fish or anything. He follows Li Shan's ass every day.
I asked questions later.
"Uncle Eighth, I heard that the restaurant is doing well?"
"The house is packed with guests." Zhu Wei said with a smile: "We have harvested more soybeans, and most of the fields in the village have been replanted with soybeans, which will be sent to grind tofu in the future."
The little monk asked curiously: "Da Lang, shouldn't it be grinding soybeans?"
"Why is it called grinding tofu?"
Li Shan was startled, and happened to see the strange look cast by Zhou Zhao, who was a good friend in this regard.