Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1122 Cold Spring

In the books that Feiqian often read when he was young, there was often such a sentence that appeared elusively, "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" But the problem is, this spring is also a naughty child, at least this spring, this guy Still playing peekaboo...

  Among the icy cold wind, the sky gradually brightened.

  Piles of bonfires were extinguished one after another, and the refugees who had been sitting around to keep warm last night slowly got up to move their frozen muscles and bones.

  A new wave of refugees broke out again in Guanzhong.

In the past, Li and Guo, until Zhong Shao came to power, and then to Yang Biao and Zhao Wen, after this series of changes, they only asked for, not paid, but they were constantly fighting for power and profit, and even the most basic farming things were not arranged. As a result, after one season after another, ordinary peasant families have no reserves after all...

Even if there is still some surplus grain, or some food can be collected around, these farmers can persevere until spring begins, but now spring has not arrived, the land is still stiff, and even the barely planted seeds, He also died in the cold spring weather.

  These completely hopeless farmers, just like their ancestors did for generations, left their land and moved around to find food and a way to survive.

As for Haoyou, the only surviving gentry around Guanzhong, on the one hand, it is because their food reserves have been searched and blackmailed by several groups of people. On the other hand, they also need to protect the interests of their own manors. Of course, there is another aspect. The reason is that without famine, how would they acquire land and make a fortune?

   Therefore, at this time, not only did these gentry tyrants fail to allocate food reserves to stabilize the situation, they even faintly contributed to the flames, which eventually triggered the second large-scale refugee in Guanzhong.

It has to be said that the vitality of the Chinese people is tenacious. In the first few days, some animals and plants were tentatively outcropped at this time, and they were cleaned up by these refugees. Although the night is still very cold, but These refugees also stubbornly relied on lighting fires to keep warm, and they survived...

When the still cold morning came, some people who went to the surrounding fields to look for food came back dejectedly. Under the cold spring, many plants had just sprouted, and they were either frozen to death by the cold current or wiped out by the refugees. Now There is a bare appearance everywhere, and there is nothing.

   In the past few days, the amount of food has been reduced again and again, but they are still facing the risk of complete isolation. There is a commotion among the refugees in the brigade, and many people begin to turn their attention to the manors of the nobles with guards. In the minds of these refugees, the interior of these manors is probably full of grain piled up as high as a mountain, and they can be thrown away after eating...

  If you have these grains and grasses, let alone a full meal, just relying on this mountain of grains, you can make everyone get through it no matter what!

  Naturally, if they attack the manor fort, they will definitely die, and for these refugees, they don't have any siege equipment at all.

  But with such an envoy, how much is this terrible life worth?

  Yesterday, some women and children had quietly disappeared in the wilderness, and then some **** from the original village gathered together to cook meat over a fire...

   What kind of meat is stewing, many people dare not even think about it.

  Just when these refugees were aimless and at a loss, among the crowd, the stronger men were already clamoring:

   "There is grain in the village! There is grain in the village! That mountain of grain, even if you eat it for a lifetime, you can't finish it!"

   "Let's go ask for food! There is so much food and grass, if we can't finish it, it will just rot! We don't want good food and grass, even rotten ones!"

  Everyone responded one after another, thinking that since there are so many grains and grasses in the manor, it would be a pity if they rotted, so it is better to take some out for relief, so as not to waste the hard-earned grain.

  The refugees suddenly became agitated, gathered in all directions and headed towards the surrounding manors.

Normally, there are soldiers from counties and counties in the hinterland of Guanzhong, as well as the Central Forbidden Army. The city gate might be okay, but if it was put in the wild, it might be submerged in no time.

   Therefore, in the barrier between these refugees and the manor dock, there is only awe and reason left, and when the awe and reason are exhausted in hunger, it turns into a disaster.

   One cry, four echoes.

The refugees all stood up from the scattered bonfires, and those who had strength shouted and clamored, both to urge others and to cheer themselves up, while those who had no energy to shout also shouted. They all stood up and followed the group in a daze. When they saw branches and sticks on the ground, they went to pick them up. If there were no sticks, they looked around for a stone and held it in their palms, as if this would give them some psychological support. Comfort and security.

Those prodigals who gathered together seem to have become the leaders at this time. These people have made some wooden spears and long knives somewhere, and there are a few who don't know when they were tied up. long ladder...

It is naturally impossible to use these crude tools to attack the city. Even in a small county town, the two or three feet high city wall is an insurmountable moat, but for these small manors in Guanzhong. The height 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 manors and forts don't even have ditches, and even some are not deep. The first selected target.

  These refugees followed the wanderers and continued to spread around, and their roars became louder and louder. At first, they were a little chaotic, but in the end they all turned into one voice: "Build the fortress! There will be food!"

Originally there were hundreds of red-eyed refugees, but they quickly became thousands, and then tens of thousands within two or three days. Those small manors struggling to survive under Dong Zhuo, Li Guo and others are like small oases in the desert, attracting locusts, and then...

  There is no more.

  ………………

   When Zaozhi came to look for Fei Qian, he saw Fei Qian sitting in a small pavilion in the courtyard, sucking noodles, oh, soup cakes, eating them with great joy.

Because at this time, the noodles were not made into individual shapes like those of the later generations, and they were not as fine as the hand-rolled noodles of the later generations. So it’s actually more like a pie than a bar.

  However, when it comes to Feiqian, how can it be so simple and rough, won’t it live up to the reputation of Pingyang’s number one foodie?

First sieve the wheat flour with a sieve, then take the cold broth to mix the dough, knead it into shape, knead it repeatedly until the dough is full of elasticity, then pull the dough into sticks as thick as chopsticks, break them one foot at a time, and cook them When it's time, pull it thinly to become as wide as a leek leaf, and pull a bowl of noodles.

Finally, in the noodle bowl, add some fried minced meat, cut three or five slices of pickled melon, fry two yellow eggs on top, and then put some sauce and vinegar on the side for seasoning. It is a bowl Noodles with distinctive characteristics of Fei's, um, soup cakes.

   "Well, Zijing, haven't you eaten yet?" Fei Qian greeted, "Bring Zijing a bowl too! In this weather, eating some hot noodle soup is the most comfortable..."

Although Zaozhi wanted to say that he had already eaten it when he got up early, but when he saw a bowl of noodles like Feiqian, he couldn't help but gulped his saliva, and then swallowed the words that he had eaten, along with his saliva into the stomach.

  The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest.

Feiqian and Zaoyi were holding the bowls, without saying a word, they just lowered their heads, Xilihulu ate, and then they even drank the soup, then put down the bowls and chopsticks in satisfaction, and then let the attendants evacuate Bowls and chopsticks, bring some tea soup.

  Fei Qian looked at Zaoyi wiping his mouth carefully, with gentle movements, which seemed to be a very important task or project, and wiped off the oil on the beard one by one, showing a very caring look.

   Fei Qian couldn't help rubbing his beard, and then wiped it casually with a silk cloth.

   Some habits of future generations are hard to change.

  People in the Han Dynasty, especially the children of the gentry, most of them attached great importance to their beards. Having a slender and elegant beard is an inseparable part of the peerless style. And Fei Qian was used to razors in later generations, but now he started to grow a beard, but he didn't fully adapt to it.

And what about Fei Qian's beard, judging from the current situation, even if it grows in the future, it seems that it is not the so-called five-strand beard like Guan Erye, but at most a goatee. This discovery inevitably makes Fei Qian feel a little bit Pity.

  How about making some beards and sticking them on?

While Fei Qian was wandering into the sky, Zaoyi had finished wiping his beard, put the silk into his sleeves, straightened his robe, and said, "Your Majesty, although you never tire of food, you don't get tired of fine food, but now in the city, uh, , the name of the Lord Taotie is also rumored outside the city..."

   "Is that true?" Fei Qian said.

Zaozhi said seriously: "Exactly, the food created by the lords is famous far and wide... What's more, even the land of Anyi in the east of the river, some people do not hesitate to travel long distances, just to come to Pingyang to have a good meal and eat The delicacies created by these princes... But, this, it is inevitable that some people will criticize... Said that the princes, now that they have a small victory, they have lost their aggressiveness and become a person who satisfies their appetite. eh..."

  Hearing this, Fei Qian froze for a moment, is this matter so serious?

   "People who say that they have lost the will to be enterprising... are they all willing to eat coarse tea and light rice, some beans and gravel rice? These people are not willing to eat finer things?" Fei Qian said with some doubts.

  Zaozhi shook his head and said: "Created by Junhou, everyone loves it. It has become popular in the whole city, and even in the countryside... I have never heard anyone say that certain dishes are not good..."

   "Ha!" Fei Qian looked up to the sky and said, "This is weird. If you don't like it, just don't eat it. Why do you still eat it and scold you when you scold it?"

   Fei Qian suddenly felt a little funny. Could this be regarded as picking up the bowl to eat, and then putting down the bowl to scold the cook?

"Zijing, I think..." Fei Qian rubbed the beard above his chin, and then said, "...Most of these people are those who have nothing to do and can only open their mouths...don't worry about it, let alone this kind of people always In this way, even if someone does not create various dishes, he can still find something wrong in other aspects... just ignore it..."

Most of these pointing fingers and gossips belong to the lower social classes, and they cannot be mixed into Fei Qian's political system. He couldn't see himself clearly.

   To deal with such people, Fei Qian's consistent position is to ignore them.

...

   If no one pays attention to it, it will slowly sink.

   "Jun Hou," Zao Zhi saw that Fei Qian didn't care, and said, "The name of gluttony is not good after all... If you deliberately mislead, saying that Jun Hou **** people's ointment, it will also damage Jun Hou's reputation..."

   "Qingyu?" Fei Qian shook his head and smiled wryly, "Zijing, how did that bowl of noodles taste?"

  Zaozhi nodded and said, "Of course it is good."

"Wheat flour, minced meat, pickled melon, chicken, that's all, are there any precious things?" Fei Qian frowned and said, "A certain order was ordered to collect precious ingredients, which was extravagant and wasteful; , Disturb the livelihood of the people; just use the existing ingredients to improve the craft or method, so that it can also be related to Qingyu? If there is something to say, let's eat some boiled beans..."

  Zaozhi was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Your Majesty said the same thing, I have been taught."

"Okay, let's not talk about this," Fei Qian waved his hand, and then said, "How is the field outside the city now? Are you ready for farming? But the weather is still cold, and if you plant Zhuanghe now, it may not be easy to survive. "

Zaozhi nodded and said: "That's right, it's really not suitable to plow immediately in this cold spring season, but the Huang's plow of the emperor is easy to use. It is much more convenient to turn the soil and plow the land. It has also reduced a lot... Alas, it's a pity that the weather has changed for some reason. It was cold last year, and it's the same this year. Now that the land can't be planted after plowing, it's inevitable that I feel a little... But I can only wait. After the cold spring is over, Plant seedlings again, otherwise the cold air will continue, and the loss will be even greater after repeated repetitions..."

"Daochunhan, Dachunhan..." Fei Qian nodded, agreeing, but muttered a few times, brows suddenly frowned, stood up abruptly, and said, "...Ah! Daochunhan! A certain almost forgot about this !"

  (end of this chapter)