Datang First Chef

Chapter 100

Taotie: The most romantic way of dating that I can think of is to ask Mo Xiaoyuan to eat roasted meat in the wild.

He hunts, Mo Wenyuan burns, the two cooperate and are intimate, the turbulent waves, dark clouds covering the sky, lightning and thunder behind them are just like the irrelevant background boards behind a grand drama.

The squid leaps on the sea level, its head crosses the waterline, draws a perfect arc, swings its tail randomly, and falls into the water again, stirring up waves; the unknown harpy soars in the clouds, and petrels are not as good as it He came impassionedly, but behind the bird that declared war on the storm, there was a sheep, dragging him forward.

Big Black Sheep: Hurry up!No matter how slow it is, it will eat you up!

On the steep hillside by the coast, there stands a huge pot. Under the pot, a hill is piled up with firewood, and the flame is burning blazingly at the top of the firewood.In the pot, the boiling water is tumbling, one after another bubbles rise and fall, making the sound of "咚咚咚咚咚".Part of the body of the squid rises and falls with the rise of the air bubbles. The color of the soup is light yellow, and the unique light aroma of oxtail soup penetrates into the nostrils of the people present with the wind.

Mo Wenyuan stood in the open space with a knife in his hand. He squinted his eyes to watch the one-sided battle in the sky, waiting for the bird to be dragged to the ground by the sheep.Seasonings and grills are ready, everything is ready.

With a step on the iron hoof of the sheep, the harpy fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Mo Wenyuan scalded the fur with boiling water, opened his mouth and cut open his stomach, and quickly cooked the big bird.

He proclaimed his sins while moving. All his kung fu and spells were taught by Hui Zhi. Master Hui Zhi taught him to let him have the power to protect himself, and then to help the world by subduing demons and demons. Who would have thought that he had surrendered the demons. The method But very different.

Hey, I just hope that Master will not blame him.

Can Master not blame him?

It's hard to say whether Master Huizhi is to blame or not, but the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main body is going crazy. He rarely returned to Putuo Mountain in Rinanhai, but he was tortured inhumanly.

"Why? Why are they here?!"

Mount Putuo is very close to Mo Wenyuan, and the Bodhisattva has sharp eyes and sharp nose. He saw the rising smoke, and heard the crackling sound of oil flowers.

The most fatal thing is the aroma of barbecue floating in the air...

Sun Wukong said quietly while eating the skewers: "No way, Bodhisattva, monks are not allowed to break the precepts, meat and meat can only be smelled, not eaten."

"What's more, Mo Dalang and Taotie's relationship is fixed in the esophagus. At this time, the fish and meat are singing together, and the soup is fragrant. You must not disturb the two of them." The aroma of birds, while eating skewers.

In Sun Houzi's mind, this method is similar to painting cakes to satisfy hunger.

The Bodhisattva was silent.

People in later generations said it well, not erupting in silence, that is, before perishing in silence, thinking that Guanyin Bodhisattva is also a god who participated in the battle of the gods, even if he looks like a girl, he is also bloody, so he erupted as a matter of course.

Jingping came out of his hand and smashed towards Sun Wukong's head in a straight line at a super high speed that violated the law of gravity.

Guanyin Bodhisattva: Today I will tell you what I am!Buddha!No!Charity!sad!

Monkey King grabbed one end of the meat skewer with his teeth and licked it with his mouth.

Sun Wukong: Don't waste food before fighting, let alone waste the fragrance from Mo Dalang!

……

The fields in summer are very beautiful. Standing on the high ground, you can see the criss-cross fields.The color of mature rice is slightly different from the golden ears of wheat. Wheat is the color of the sun and glows with golden light, while rice is not so much golden as it is a combination of gold and grass green. It is yellow when viewed from a distance, but it is yellow when viewed up close. Turned into a light green.

The warm wind blows, and the light golden rice rises and falls with the direction of the wind, like surging waves.

Mo Wenyuan took a deep breath, the air was filled with the fragrance of rice, this pure natural field fragrance made him feel comfortable physically and mentally.The farmer whispered in his ear, especially with a local accent: "I have never seen such rice, and it has been ripened in just over two months." He said excitedly, "The best rice ever planted is only twice a year. , if it may be able to grow all year round."

With high yields and short planting cycles, farmers who have worked in the fields all their lives have discovered the great power contained in Champa Rice with their keen sense of smell.

The word "four crops a year" also left a deep impression on Mo Wenyuan's heart, but he was not only satisfied with the output of Champa rice, Mo Wenyuan thought: Champa is not a small place , I heard from merchants traveling all over the place that there are six grains in Champa, rice is only one of them, and the local rice varieties are also relatively rich, each with its own characteristics.

He felt that it was necessary for him to go to Champa in person.

However, promoting high-yield rice is not something he can do alone. In addition, before vigorously promoting new products, it is necessary to observe the yield of Champa rice in detail, find a good way to grow it, and find out the origin of this product. Other advantages... There are many preparations to be made, and these things are definitely not something he can do alone.

He needs strong support from the government, and this kind of support is not quite the same as the previous small-scale contribution.

Mo Wenyuan raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an, but he could only see the vast sky.

It's time to go back to Chang'an.

……

"crunch-"

"crunch-"

The wheels rolled over the flat loess road. There were too many goods on the car built with wooden boards, and the wheels were made of hardwood. Therefore, every time it rolled forward, you could hear the groaning sound of the car parts. .

Whether it is the driver driving the cart or the porter delivering the goods, they are not surprised to hear the sound. They all know that although this cart looks like it will fall apart at any time, it can actually last for a long time.

The speed of the car is not very fast, and the valuable goods are fragile. If the earthen pot falls to the ground without warning, you can only harvest a pile of residues.

The porters are very experienced in transporting goods and know how to avoid wear and tear.

When the car entered Guangdefang, pedestrians on the road, shop owners and vendors on both sides of the road, saw the rickety car, and they all showed understanding, knowing what kind of goods were on it.

"Is the canned food here?"

"That should be the case. I saw that the porter looked very familiar. He must belong to Li Sanniang's family."

"Let's not say it's a porter, I'll tell when I look at the coachman, isn't that man He Lang?" Crane Shiliu is a god who has transformed into a god, and he never stays in the heavenly world, and he is very happy in the human world.

Zhao Erniang had counted the days before, and knew that the caravan would arrive almost today, so she sent people out to watch the caravan. When the staff saw the caravan coming, they immediately went up to meet it, and handed over to the driver and the person in charge of escorting the goods.

Seeing this scene, the bystanders said in one voice, "Hey, there's a new can, what's it like?"

The clerk smiled helplessly: "I haven't seen the content of what you said, so I don't know what it tastes like."

He Shiliu interjected, "In my opinion, this question should be asked to me. I know it best."

The man immediately turned his head and said with a smile: "He Lang, tell me, what kind of canned food is it?"

"Seasonal canned fruits in Jiangnan, as well as canned fish in oil." He followed the good advice and advertised to him, "Not to mention canned fruits, they are all good fruits in the south, which cannot be eaten in Chang'an." He glanced at them. Curved, "Let's say that canned lychees are sold at a bit more expensive, but have you ever seen ordinary people eat them? I'm not afraid to brag about them. Only saints and high-ranking officials could eat those things before."

"If not, the last time the lychee came to Beijing, could it be sold out in a short while?"

The person who asked the question was also deeply shocked when he heard this remark, "Only saints can eat it." If he eats it, it will be the same as what saints eat. Oh, it sounds like a most honorable and dignified thing .

Crane Shiliu saw his heartbeat, and continued with a gesture: "Besides, let me tell you about fish soaked in oil, old man, this thing is not sold in Chang'an store. We don't produce fish here, so we serve it on the table." The quality is not as good as that of Jiangnan."

"That's true, that's true," the old man nodded repeatedly, and said "I'm very professional". "I went to Suzhou and Hangzhou when I was young, and the fish there is extremely delicious, and ours is completely incomparable." After thinking about it, he felt wrong, and quickly added, "But the fish at Sanniang Restaurant tastes really good."

He Shiliu nodded and continued: "That fish is sold very well in the water towns south of the Yangtze River, and it is extremely delicious. I heard from Mo Dalang that the soup for stewed fish is chicken soup. The oil is poured on the belly of the fish, and the smell is tsk tsk tsk..."

The old man's saliva was provoked by a few words: "Here, give me a can first?"

The man was even more dumbfounded, he said: "Don't say no, don't say no, our canned food is going to be sold in the store, and we will definitely sell it without leaving the ground." He turned his head and said to He Shiliu, "Don't say it, Send it to the yard first, and everyone is waiting to count the quantity."

……

Zhao Erniang was standing in the yard with her swaddled baby on her back. Her complexion was very good. I am afraid that she had made up well before giving birth. Even now, her cheeks are plump. The baby behind her has long since shed the red monkey skin when she was born. His hair is black, his eyes are like grapes, the corners of his mouth are raised, and he has a natural smile. Anyone who looks at him will say that he looks good.

When it was only a little bit older, Li Sanniang concluded that the child was like Mo Wenyuan when he was a child. Zhao Erniang and Mo Xiaogou heard this and laughed from ear to ear.

Mo Wenyuan is very good-looking, he is unique to men, delicate and elegant, without any femininity, even now girls will blush when they see him, everyone knows: "Mo Lang's appearance is no worse than that of Pan An Songyu."

To say that he looks like him is a high compliment for a child.

Box after box of goods was unloaded on the ground. Zhao Erniang held a wooden board with paper in her left hand, and a hard carbon strip used as a pen in her right hand.Mo Wenyuan was the first to use this thing. After a long time, the family members also discovered the convenience and goodness of carbon strips, and they continue to use it to this day.

He Shiliu stepped forward, first teased the child on his back, and then said, "How is Er Niang?"

Zhao Erniang said: "It's good, He Lang has something to say."

Crane Shiliu said: "I came to deliver a message from Mo Dalang." He smiled and said, "He didn't send a message to you before."

"What's the matter?"

"Mo Dalang and I have come to Chang'an. We did not take the same boat, but if there is no problem, we should have arrived in Chang'an today and tomorrow."

When Zhao Erniang heard this, her eyes widened.

……

In fact, Mo Wen was far earlier than He Shiliu said, he had already arrived in Chang'an City, but due to an accident, he did not arrive at home first, but went to Daxingshan Temple first.

If it was said that he only wanted to go back to his hometown, after receiving the letter from Monk Huiyuan, he didn't hesitate anymore, and went directly to Chang'an by the fastest boat.Monk Huiyuan's letter mentioned a major event that would definitely shake the structure of Chang'an City.

——The saint is not good.

If Mo Wenyuan is familiar with history, he will know that Li Shimin died in the 22nd year of Zhenguan, and he died on July [-], that is to say, in summer. The time difference is not very far.

He was a cook, so I don't know when Li Shimin died, but according to Monk Huiyuan's letter, the saint's illness this time was not a trivial matter. He just shook his head at Monk Huiyuan, and seeing his dejected expression, one could tell that the sage was exhausted.

One emperor and one courtier is a constant law in any era. Fortunately, Xingshan Temple is a Buddhist temple, and the relationship with the benevolent Prince Li Zhi is also very good.

After Mo Wenyuan entered the gate, he went straight to Daxingshan Temple. After he had been away for three years, the young novice who swept the floor at the gate changed again, and almost refused to let him in. Fortunately, a translator monk passed by and greeted Mo Wenyuan eagerly. , let him in.

Monk Huiyuan was fine at this time, and was sorting out the chores in the monastery in the monk's dormitory. After Mo Wenyuan entered the door, he went straight to the monk's dormitory, which surprised him.

"Dalang, when did you return to Beijing?"

Mo Wenyuan said in a dusty way: "I just returned to Beijing today."

Monk Huiyuan looked him up and down, and knew that Mo Wenyuan came to look for him as soon as he entered the capital. In the past, he would rest at home for a day before coming back. In such a hurry, there must be something serious, so he immediately called him to sit down and said: "What's the matter Dalang?"

Mo Wenyuan was not too polite. Although he was not ordained, he had a very close relationship with Monk Huiyuan. He could be said to be his favorite disciple. He cut to the chase and said, "How is the saint's health?"

Monk Huiyuan sighed and shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not good. If it weren't for the panacea that can turn the world around, it would be just a few days ago." But they all know that those who sell the elixir are all deceitful After the Yin and Shang dynasties, the gods did not interfere in the affairs of power changes in the world, especially the affairs of the emperor's family, which was even more untouchable.

Mo Wenyuan sighed when he heard the words, and could only say: "How is the prince's temperament, can he pay attention to farming?"

"Prince Li Zhi has a pure and kind temperament, and he pays much attention to the sufferings of the people. However, he is more than benevolent and lacks courage. He needs someone to help and guide him." There are only monk Huiyuan and Mo Wenyuan in this room, so what he said is mostly The secretive words are absolutely inaudible to others, "Do you have anything to report to the emperor's family?" If not, why did you return to Beijing in a hurry, and why did you ask the prince Li Zhizhi about his temperament.

Mo Wenyuan said: "I do have something to say, and this matter is better than printing."

When Monk Huiyuan heard the words, he straightened his waist and said, "What is it?"

Mo Wenyuan didn't shy away from it, on the contrary, he needed monk Huiyuan to help him come up with ideas, so he told all the things he had done in Jiangnan: "I got a bag of seeds from Champa in Annan Yi'an, which is It is a rice variety, which is grown in the south of the Yangtze River and can be harvested three to four times a year."

"what?!"

Monk Huiyuan asked in surprise, "Three or four?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "That's right, and its yield is quite large. Apart from the poor taste of the rice, it seems to have no shortcomings." He added, "According to the merchants, this kind of rice also has the effect of conserving water and soil and preventing floods. .”

"If this valley can be promoted, problems such as food shortages will definitely be improved."

Monk Huiyuan nodded clearly and said, "So, we really need the help of a sage."

Mo Wenyuan said: "Not only to promote, I also want to take people to Champa. It is said that there are various types of rice here, and perhaps better varieties can be found." In addition, Southeast Asia and other places also have some foods that are not available in China now, such as Bananas were introduced from Southeast Asia by later generations. He thought that if he went there by himself, he might be able to enrich the table of Chinese people just like Zhang Qian.

Although these things are not the original duties of the cook, it would be great if he could play a role in promoting them.

Monk Huiyuan said: "This matter can be done, but don't be too anxious." He said, "The prince is kind-hearted, although he has no interest in farming, but if you tell him the benefits of this matter, he will probably form a mission Team, go to Champa."

"However, the capital is now in a turbulent state, and the sky is about to change. We need to wait for the situation to stabilize before discussing this matter."

Mo Wenyuan understood the subtext of monk Huiyuan. They needed to hold their breath and wait for the saint to recover or die before discussing the matter.

"Hey, wait a minute."

……

The atmosphere in the capital unknowingly became dignified. The important officials in the Daming Palace kept their faces sullen every day, while the small officials below who heard the wind also came and went in a hurry, fearing that something might happen.

Officials are like this, but ordinary people don't feel much, they should eat and drink.

The new cans in the store were all sold out, and the delicacy of oil-soaked fish was known to everyone. They couldn't help whispering and praising Mo Wenyuan's achievements, while the person involved was at home, taking care of the children with the sheep.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

The rattle was knocked and swayed from side to side, and the child spitting bubbles sat firmly on the back of the sheep, clapping his hands and smiling at Mo Wenyuan.

The big black sheep didn't show any kindness to the children. He raised his head together with the little baby, stared at Mo Wenyuan, and even opened his sheep's mouth and smiled silly, as if he was also teased by the rattle.

Looking at him, Mo Wenyuan was quite helpless. He just wanted the big black sheep to be more serious and stop staring at him and giggling when he heard the noise at the door.

what happened?

He put the rattle on the sheep's back and said to him, "Take him a little while." Then he stuck his head out from the door.

"The saint is dead."

"what!"

The little official's voice drifted into Mo Wenyuan's ears.

No matter which dynasty, the speed of notifying the emperor of his death was very fast. First, the officials were recruited into the palace, and then the messengers notified them layer by layer. In three days, everyone will know the news.

Mo Wenyuan sighed after hearing this, the Year of Zhenguan is finally over.

……

The next year after Zhenguan was Yonghui. After Li Shimin passed away, the whole country mourned and the officials handed over.

The sad and heavy atmosphere lasted for several months, and the lives of the people returned to their normal rhythm.

Li Zhizheng, as monk Huiyuan said, has a benevolent heart and loves to study Buddhism. After he became a saint, the status of Daxingshan Temple in the religious world has not declined. He even has the meaning of relying more on this temple, and occasionally Find monk Huiyuan to enter the palace to study Buddhism.

Huiyuan saw that it was almost time, so he mentioned Mo Wenyuan. Li Zhi was really interested, and his eyes sparkled.

"Mo Dalang, what the mage said is that in Chang'an City, Mo Dalang who can subdue demons and eliminate demons when entering, and cook delicious food when retreating."

Li Zhi also has entertainment activities. He prefers to listen to folk tales with strong stories than to watch singing and dancing performances. He will watch legends when he has nothing to do on weekdays. With these hobbies, he is naturally familiar with Mo Wenyuan.

"Exactly."

Li Zhi sighed: "Since I became the throne, many things have been complicated and messy. I haven't heard about Mo Dalang for a long time. Now that I have mentioned this, I can't help but ask, what has he been doing recently?"

Monk Huiyuan smiled and said: "Da Lang has been back in the south of the Yangtze River for more than a few months, and he hasn't gone out to hunt down demons recently, and he seldom studies new dishes."

"Then what is he doing?"

"The sage doesn't know something. Dalang has recently plunged headlong into farming, eating and living in the outskirts of the city, and studying farming."

"Oh?" Li Zhi opened his eyes wide upon hearing this.

……

Under the hint of monk Huiyuan, Mo Wenyuan sent a letter to the county magistrate of Chang'an City, saying that Li Zhi attached great importance to Zhancheng rice, and this letter was on his desk soon.

In the feudal era, the idea that agriculture was the foundation of the country was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. With such a kind of rice that can double the output, it is impossible not to be ignored. The agricultural officials took the small officials and rushed to the fields on the outskirts of the city. Mo Wen I have been waiting here for a long time.

The tables that are easy to distinguish the content, the accurate yield count, and the time required for the rice to mature in one season, all kinds of values ​​are displayed together, which shocked the agricultural officials.

"If this rice can be spread all over the country, there may be no victims in the Tang Dynasty."

Mo Wenyuan said: "I haven't been to Champa, so I can only say that the rice is very good, but I can't say that they are the best."

The agricultural officer was taken aback: "Mo Dalang means..."

Mo Wenyuan smiled shyly: "I heard that there are six grains in Champa, and there are many kinds of rice. I want to go to Champa to see what good things there are."

The farm official passed Mo Wenyuan's words to the saint, and Li Zhi was greatly moved, so he agreed.

Not only agreed, but also tried to find some teammates for Mo Wenyuan.

……

The big black sheep climbed over the wall and entered the monk's dormitory at night.

"Baa baa baa baa!"

Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, I'm going to Zhancheng together with Mo Xiaoyuan!

Guanyin Bodhisattva covered his ears expressionlessly, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

"Baa baa baa baa baa!"

Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, Mo Xiaoyuan is so amazing. Not only does he eat well, he also dabbles in agriculture. He even found rice that is ripe all year round!

As expected of Mo Xiaoyuan!

Guanyin Bodhisattva puts down his hands covering his ears, ripe four times a year?

Interesting, isn't what Shennong studied before also rice?

……

Mo Wenyuan went to see his partner on the south trip, and since the sage had instructed him, he would not be allowed to go alone with trembling. There were also agricultural officials and others in the rice hunting team.

However, when he really saw the person traveling with him, his eyes widened.

Sun Wukong waved his hand: "Long time no see, how is Mo Dalang?"

Zhu Bajie showed a smile that he thought that Yushu was facing the wind, and Bailongma and Monk Sha stood beside them, greeting each other.

As always, the handsome and handsome monk Tang Xuanzang said: "Amitabha, the southern land is underdeveloped, and there are many demons. This time, the poor monk will go with Mo Dalang on the southward trip, spreading Buddhism along the way, and saving all living beings."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

I must not be looking for rice!

I went to Champa to film Journey to the West sequel!