Da Jin

As soon as Sima Yu entered Qindian, he saw Sima Hehua, and motioned to a corner with his eyes.

Sima Hehua: "..."

He understood what this meant, and let him follow him to the corner again, not knowing whether he was going to bully him or what to do.

There are three great demon kings in Zhiqin Palace, and the recognized one, Zhou Fuli, is feared by everyone.

The second devil Sima Yu, the third devil is himself.

When the Second Demon King bullied him before, he would complain to the Great Demon King, because only the Great Demon King could control the Second Demon King, which is why he was so close to Zhou Fuli.

Now that Zhou Fuli was not here, the little fat man had no choice but to walk towards the corner.

"Have you seen anyone?" Sima Yu asked in a low voice.

The little fat man nodded quickly, he was working as a small worker yesterday.

"Teacher personally made food for me." The little fat man said, his father said that the second demon king grew up with a bunch of ruffians when he was a child, and he had a very temperamental ruffian that he couldn't afford to mess with.

Sima Yu couldn't help but be stunned, Zhou Fuli had to cook for himself in that remote place?What kind of hard life has this been?

At any rate, he is also the son of the Zhou family in Jinling, the grand tutor of the dynasty.

In fact, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin asked Zhou Fuli to bring some people from the mansion many times, but there were not many servants next to the dignified matriarch, and everything had to be done by himself, which was too shabby, but they were all rejected by Zhou Fuli. It was hard for him to get out of Luoyang, and it was hard for him to control the situation to this point.

Sima Yu thought to himself, although he didn't know what the specific situation was, but he was able to cook by himself, so it meant that Zhou Fuli's injury was not serious.

Thinking of this, his restless heart seemed to relax these days. Before there was any news, the scene of blood on the ground was always lingering.

After speculating that Zhou Fuli's injury was unharmed, Sima Yu's current mentality seemed to have changed sharply, and the original dissatisfaction with Zhou Fuli began to rise again.

This Zhou Fuli, he used to be able to find out even a little problem with his body, and pointed it out clearly, but this time he just hit him with a stick, and he still doesn't know the reason why Zhou Fuli did that. .

The key is that others don't think that he doesn't know the reason, they all think that he is hiding it, which caused him to suffer for so many days.

Sima Yu changed from feeling guilty to now constantly recalling his grievances in the past two days.

He asked with a dark face, "Is there anything else?"

The little fat man thought for a while, "I also caught locusts, it was fun."

Sima Yu: "..."

What a mess.

The expression on his face was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The little fat man glanced at it, and started again. Every time his imperial brother was trained by the Taifu, he would stay there alone and play tricks, full of bad ideas, and everyone was afraid.

But no matter how he changed his face, he was trained like a master. When he saw Zhou Fuli training Sima Yu for the first time, he admired him to the point of prostration. From then on, he decided to be a puppy, so that he could enjoy the shade under the big tree.

Seeing that Sima Yu was caught in an ideological struggle, the little fat man ran away with oil on the soles of his feet, because he also sent over the hot skewers.

The little fat man hugged his food box tightly with a happy face, and looked around vigilantly.

Others didn't take it seriously when they saw the little fat man bring the food box into Zhiqin Hall.

Ever since Zhou Fuli didn't come to the Hall of Duty to give lectures, they were in a state of disarray. The rules of the Hall of Zhiqin could not restrain them. They were originally the most dandy leaders in Dajin.

Except for a few university sects with high official positions in the palace, other people's classes are like chanting sutras to them, and they don't listen to them.

It is estimated that those who miss Zhou Fuli the most are the great Confucianists in the palace who teach. Without Zhou Fuli, they would not be able to suppress these dudes.

At this time, the little fat man opened the box, and the fragrance immediately wafted out, and other people who didn't care at first couldn't help but look over.

Looking at the strings of food, "What is this way of eating? Your clan prince's mansion hired a new cook?"

It's not been a day or two since they have been in class together, so they generally know what the cook can cook, but they have never seen this string of food.

The little fat man replied, "The little sage made it for me."

Sima Yu, who just came over, couldn't help but take a look.

The little fat man was nervous, they wouldn't grab such a delicious food, would they?

His status as the Three Demon Kings is not as unbreakable as the position of the Great Demon King and the Second Demon King, because the Three Demon Kings are self-styled by him.

The little fat man grabbed the skewer and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes were full of vigilance.

Sima Yu snorted disdainfully, "What delicious food can be found in Taifu's mansion, and there is nothing in the palace, it depends on you."

Now he is resentful, and he doesn't even like the food in Taifu's mansion.

The little fat man refused to accept it, why did it not taste good? He could so shamelessly ask the little sage to pack such a big food box for him, he wished that the food box didn't have a lid, so he could put more in it.

Reluctantly picked up a skewer, dipped it in the soup in the box, and handed it to Sima Yu, "Try it, but the rest are mine."

Sima Yu accepted it disapprovingly. Everyone in the world knows that the best food must be in the palace.

Just put the skewer in his mouth and stopped talking.

Others look at it, what kind of expression is this?

And as far as they know, the son of He Hua has always only eaten meat, which is why he has gained so much weight. Why is he clinging to vegetarianism today?How delicious it is to make He Hua, who has always only eaten meat, like it so much.

Surrounded in twos and threes.

"We also taste what is unique about Yipin."

The little fat man was stunned, these shameless guys.

The key is that he, the Three Demon Kings, has too much moisture to protect him.

After a while, half of it was lost. Seeing that he couldn't protect himself, the little fat man quickly stuffed it into his mouth, but it was empty after eating two skewers.

I don't know where the courage came from, and looked at the culprit, "Didn't you say that the food in Taifu's Mansion is not delicious? Eat more than anyone else."

Sima Yu glanced at it, and the little fat man shrank his neck quickly.

Wronged, he didn't even have the mind to go to class, his eyes kept looking outside the hall, and he went to the little saint's place to eat skewers after school.

……

At this time, Zhou Fuli was feeding the chickens. He released the old hens one by one to feed them, and then shut them in. Feeding a hundred old hens was not a small project. Fortunately, a few children helped.

Uncle Zhang is picking up broken tiles on the roof. There have been many things in the past two days, and this matter has dragged on until today.

Aunt Lin was steaming steamed buns in the kitchen. Zhou Fuli planned to steam the steamed buns herself, but Aunt Lin refused.

Although there is no such thing as a gentleman staying away from the kitchen in this era, in Aunt Lin's eyes, how could such a noble young master of their family always go to the kitchen?

Zhou Fuli had no choice but to teach Aunt Lin the method of steaming steamed buns, and the bag of yeast powder became bought from a Hu merchant.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin didn't think much of these country children who came to the yard. Their young master was always kind, and the Zhou family would do good deeds every year to accumulate blessings for the young master.

In their eyes, letting these children exchange food with useless locusts means that their young master is doing good deeds.

Besides, their family, Zhimo, was about the same size as these children. When they saw these dry children, they would feel more compassionate and tolerant in their hearts.

With Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin around, Zhou Fuli's face has always been that kind of expression that is neither sad nor happy to see the vicissitudes of life.

He was extremely detached, and only Zhou Fuli knew how hard it was in his heart.

The children scratched their heads in doubt, why did the elder brother who liked to talk to them before stop talking today.

Zhou Fuli looked at the locusts that had been drying the ground, and had to put them away at night, so as not to be ruined by the rain. Then he went to watch a group of children catch locusts, staying at home with their hands and feet tied up.

"Little saint, little saint, there are a lot of locusts on the reeds by the river."

We all know that we should follow Zhimo and call him Little Sage.

It is only early spring, and the seeds have only been planted and have not yet germinated, so there are fewer locusts in the ground, but there are more locusts in places with green weeds.

Zhou Fuli glanced at the reeds in the distance, and said, "Let's go."

A group of children were all smiles, and they followed behind against the locust net. They liked to follow the little saint the most.

The reeds are tender and green, and the gaps eaten by locusts can be seen on the leaves.

There are indeed a lot of locusts here, they just stop on the leaves, and even Zhimo can move his hands and drop them, grab the locusts and put them in the bamboo basket.

The white pebbles by the river are connected together. In ancient times, because there were not so many non-degradable pollutants, the river bank looked particularly clean. If you remove these pebbles, you may find some small fish and shrimps.

The clear river flows, and the water source is really rich.

By the river, Zhou Fuli found several low-lying areas with accumulated water. The area was quite large, the terrain was not low, and the high tide could not submerge it. In addition, there was accumulated water, which could not be used for farming.

Zhou Fuli not only thought of the buckets of shrimp and fish in his truck, spring is a good time for breeding.

If these connected low-lying areas are used properly, they can be used to raise fish and shrimps. The natural environment here is extremely suitable.

However, no matter what, you have to get through the difficulties after three days. If there are no mistakes after three days, the period before the Spring Festival will be relatively safe.

The Spring Festival is the deadline for him to submit the "Essay on Retiring Locusts", and no matter how much it is delayed, it is impossible to exceed this time.

Zhou Fuli circled around these low-lying areas again, and after a little adjustment, it will definitely have an effect beyond imagination.

At this time, several children were also talking while catching locusts.

"My father broke his leg when he went to the mountain to cut firewood. He didn't have money to see a doctor. He was so worried. Fortunately, the little sage asked us to catch locusts in exchange for food, which can save a lot of food." The child who spoke had a nickname, Xiaobanstool. He is the shortest of all the children.

Another very dark child called Goudan interjected, "My sister doesn't have a dowry when she gets married, and my mother said she would be bullied if she married..."

"..."

At a young age, I have already started to worry about family affairs. It is true that children from poor families are already in charge of the family.

Zhou Fuli's eyes moved, and he thought, he can count these children in his plan and help them a little.

Zhou Fuli beckoned, "Small bench, Tie Dan, and do you want to earn some money to support your family?"

The children were taken aback, "But we don't have much strength, we can't even cut firewood up the mountain."

Zhou Fuli smiled at the corner of his mouth, how could it be possible for these children to go to the mountains to cut firewood to make money, and a large number of scholars will come here three days later. Isn't it a good time for these children to improve their lives.

In this day and age, the family doesn't have any spare money, so they really can't read books.

Moreover, these children can also be used to block future people from going outside.

……

Since he decided to include these children in his plan and let them earn some money to supplement the family, he had to make arrangements early.

Back in the courtyard, Zhou Fuli said to Zhimo, "Tell your father to find a doctor and show the man who broke his leg in the village under the mountain, don't delay."

Zhimo nodded, the little sage is really kind, he also knows the little bench, he heard that the little bench's mother secretly cries every night, without the labor force the land can't be planted, how can he get through this calamity year, the little bench also cries, It's so pathetic.

Zhou Fuli planned to let these children set up a shop selling kebabs at the intersection where they entered the mountain. When those people came here after a long journey, it was the time when they were tired and hungry at noon. Resting their feet, coupled with the scent of ten miles of strings, will definitely keep them there for a while.

However, it is impossible to use the spices in his truck for the skewers sold. After all, they are limited, so he has to use alternative condiments.

Like peppers, cornel can be used instead. The appearance of cornel is like wolfberry, and it looks good when decorated in a pot.

Tangerine peel and so on, these pharmacies have...

Of course, Zhou Fuli was not very clear about the specific condiments already available, so after thinking about it, he simply asked Mrs. Lin to go to Luoyang to buy some, and he would come to mix it up and bring back a few pots along the way.

Zhou Fuli asked Zhimo to inform his mother again.

In addition to these, there is a more serious problem.

It is necessary to build a few fire stoves at the intersection, so that the pot can be placed on it to cook the base material, and people can eat it while boiling around the pot. This is the authentic skewer pot.

Zhou Fuli walked to the yard and looked at a pile of spare bricks in the corner of the yard.

In fact, it is more convenient to make several barrel-shaped stoves than an immovable stove.

Put firewood in the stove, put the pot on the stove, and control the fire anytime and anywhere, without someone watching the fire in front of the stove all the time.

If it is a delicate stove, it takes a lot of time to make one.

But if it’s just a stove that just works, Zhou Fuli can build it up with bricks, then cover it with mud, and it can be moved after drying.

Zhou Fuli started to work. First, he used bricks to build a barrel shape in a staggered manner. An air inlet needs to be left at the bottom.

The bricks are staggered and fixed with mud. After drying, it is not easy to collapse when moving.

To be honest, this work is quite tiring.

So he called Zhimo and asked him to play with the mud. The mud needs to be stirred into a mud ball like flour so that it is sticky enough.

The little Zhengtai Zhimo burst into tears after a while, because he turned into a dirty little clay figurine.

But soon he had a helper. After the small bench Tie Dan and the others came back with bamboo baskets, they joined He Niba's team.

In addition to these people, a little fat man with an excited face came from behind...

Sima Hehua specializes in climbing mountains and wading to eat skewers, which shows how persistent this foodie is in what he eats.

As a result, he didn't expect to be able to play with mud, so he was so happy.

As an adult, I really can't appreciate the joy of children playing with mud.

In the evening, a total of five stoves were finished. Zhou Fuli thought about it, and it was probably enough. He found an open space in the yard, lit a fire and started roasting.

It has to be roasted slowly, otherwise it is easy to crack.

Fortunately, Mrs. Lin finished steaming the steamed buns today, so he has enough time.

Zhou Fuli looked at Sima Hehua, this little fat man stayed back with shameless face, the old lady outside came to call him several times, but he insisted on not leaving, there are few thick-skinned people who can compare with the Sima family people.

Sima Hehua's thought was that although there was no skewers today, he had a great time playing with mud, so he didn't want to leave, and there would be no such fun when he returned to the clan prince's mansion.

Sima Hehua was biting a steamed bun in one hand, he would eat a few more steamed buns if he was not given a skewer, if the people in the clan prince's mansion saw the little son who was not happy with meat, he would be like a starving ghost Eating pasta, I don't know what to expect.

It was getting late now, Zhou Fuli distributed steamed buns to these children to let them go home.

The fire in the yard has not been extinguished, and it will be baked like this until tomorrow morning, and the stove should also be baked.

In this era, there is less entertainment at night, let alone in the mountains.

The next day, Zhou Fuli went to check the stove when he got up together. Unfortunately, one of them was cracked, but the remaining four could be used. It was not bad after thinking about it. If there were too many stoves, they would not be able to take care of them. , and have to deliver food or something.

Today, Zhou Fuli will use the condiments bought by Aunt Lin yesterday to create the most suitable taste.

As for what is the most suitable taste?Of course, I just kept trying, and I just tried to see if these stoves work well.

So the task of these children today is not to catch locusts, but to help him try vegetables.

Try dishes?At the beginning, a group of children didn't understand, but it didn't take long for them to fly with joy.

They like to help the little sage try dishes, and there is probably nothing more beautiful than this in the world.

Sima Hehua insisted on delaying Zhou Fuli's first pot of skewers before leaving.

If he doesn't leave, he will be late, and it doesn't have to be too early to go to the palace to study with him, because Sima Yu has to go to the morning court, and the morning court time can be long or short, and he will go to Zhiqin Hall to attend class after the morning court is over.

The little fat man turned his head three times at a step, although his food box couldn't hold even a bunch of them.

A group of children closed their eyes and stretched their hands towards the skewers, "I'll help the little sage taste this pot."

"I'll help the little sage try it too."

Damn, they feel that they are too shameless, and they are so righteous in eating.

Also... too happy.

The little fat man who had already walked to the gate of the courtyard wanted to help the little saint try the dishes, but he had to go to the palace again, which made him mad.

Uncle Zhang was also arranged by Zhou Fuli to cut bamboo sticks into bamboo sticks, a large number of bamboo sticks.

Zhou Fuli asked Mrs. Lin to learn how to cook the bottom material, and then teach these children. It is normal for children from poor families to learn to cook by themselves at a young age.

Zhou Fuli is in charge of constantly adjusting the taste.

From time to time, Zhimo took the cooked skewers to his father and his mother to taste, the taste surprised both of them, and he thought it was good to read, there are actually such delicious cooking methods recorded in the book.

While Zhou Fuli and the others were testing dishes one by one, Sima Hehua also came to the palace.

This time he learned to be smart and asked someone to heat up his skewers, so he hid in a corner and ate them secretly.

When Sima Yu and the others passed by, they were a little dazed looking at the little fat man hiding in the corner with his back turned to them.

What are you doing, dignified son?

He couldn't help shouting, "Sima Hehua?"

The little fat man was startled, and turned his head subconsciously, with the skewer still in his mouth.

Sima Yu: "..."

The person next to him said, "You went to the little sage again? Didn't you say that the little sage's yard is particularly remote?"

"How can you eat alone, bring it and share it with us."

They would not think that this was Zhou Fuli's food, but instinctively thought that the Taifu's mansion had hired a new cook.

Thinking of the taste of the skewers they ate yesterday, these playboys actually wanted to salivate a little bit.

The little fat man was terrified, but fortunately, he ate only the last skewer.

He licked it reluctantly, and handed it to Sima Yu.

Except for Sima Yu, he is not afraid of others.

Sima Yu's face darkened: "..."

It's all drool.

Especially the little fat man was so hot that he made a hissing sound.

A group of people: "..."

Looking at the little fat man's red face and the whistling sound, they missed the taste of Chuan Chuan even more.

Sima Yu also thought in his heart that the little fat man has been a little out of touch recently, and he didn't leave him a string, so he shouted, "Come here, I will teach you how to practice calligraphy."

The little fat man was not very willing, because he practiced calligraphy with Sima Yu, and his handwriting became worse and worse, but Zhou Fuli was not around, so he couldn't resist at all.

In today's class, these dandies were completely indifferent, lawless enough to completely ignore the teacher who taught the class, and just discussed so blatantly, "Let's go too sometime."

"I haven't gone out for a spring outing this year. I'm tired of going to those places in the past. Why don't we go together..."

The teacher who taught the class was so angry that his beard was crooked, but after all, he is not Zhou Fuli who only recognizes right and wrong and ignores the powerful, and he is the only one in the whole Dajin.

I really miss Mrs. Zhou. In the past, if these students dared to treat their teachers like this, Zhou Fuli would be the first to stand up and teach them how to behave. He really taught them how to behave... until they confessed their mistakes with pale faces. Unfortunately, he used to think that the training was a little harsh.

After school, Sima Yu went to Longqing Hall, he had to tell the old emperor that he was going to Zhou Fuli's place for spring.

Of course, he didn't do it for food, he went to question Zhou Fuli, gave him a stick so that he didn't know the reason until now, and made him trembling for a few days, he couldn't eat or sleep well, Why?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he really didn't do anything serious.

Of course, if he went, Zhou Fuli would have to entertain him, right?He thinks that string will do.

It was only Sima Yu who spoke, and the old emperor on the hospital bed almost jumped up in anger. He felt that his illness was almost cured.

Still thinking about going out for spring?What a heart it must be.

Those old ministers would not trouble the little emperor because of Zhou Fuli's affairs, because they would come to Longqing Hall to fight against him every day.

He lay on the hospital bed all day and had to deal with these horrible things, and had to wipe his ass, but it turned out that the culprit ran over like nothing and said he was going to have a spring break?

This is not to scold, but to do something.

Not to mention that Sima Yu was scolded disheartenedly, in Zhou Fuli's yard, a group of children had already eaten the pot.

"No, no, no more, the belly can't fit anymore, it's all round."

"I knew I would eat less in the last pot."

Although the mouth said so, the eyes were smiling. They used to not have enough to eat every day, but now they ate with a round belly, just like when Zhimo's little milk dog named Haitang finished eating.

It's great to follow the little saint, they really want to do this every day, this must be the most beautiful day.

Zhou Fuli looked at the freshly cooked pot in his hand, "Then what about this pot?"

A group of children laughed into crescents, "How about we eat another bunch?"