Tang's dining table

When it was not dark, Yunchu had already set up a marching stove. Because the design of the fire channel was reasonable, there were three fire eyes on the stove.

After the stove was completed, Hou San also brought the cooking utensils.

There were also iron pots in the Tang Dynasty, but they were cylindrical and deep-bottomed. They were great for stewing, but not suitable for cooking.

There is also a canal in the mulberry forest. The water here flows from the karez well, and the mulberry forest is located at a water outlet.

The weather was hot and dry, and Fang Zheng and others who also lived in the mulberry forest had already stripped naked and soaked in the water.

Yunchu was not willing to soak in it casually. The water in the karez was melted water from the snowy mountains. In addition, it was always flowing in the karez and basically never saw the light of day. The water was freezing cold.

If you soak it for a long time, you will get rheumatism.

Yun Chu took advantage of the time to bake the marching stove and heated a large pot of hot water on the fire. He hadn't taken a hot bath for a long time. It was really a great enjoyment to take a hot bath in such a sultry weather today.

Hou San, who took Yunchu's gold, was very obedient. In other words, this guy himself enjoyed being a servant very much.

When Yun Chu was taking a shower, whether he was helping Yun Chu wash his long hair with plant ash or rubbing his back with a piece of burlap under Yun Chu's command, he did a great job, especially since this guy didn't know where to get it. I brought some wild mint and after wiping my body with it, I felt cool and the heat was gone.

Hou San was waiting for Yun Chu to take a bath, and Fang Zheng and others were obviously taking a bath. No matter how well they washed, they were spying on Yun Chu taking a bath.

"He is fair and clean, and does not look like someone who has exerted himself to death. He has a lot of scars on his body, most of which are new injuries in the past few years. His legs have become slightly bandy. This should be a problem caused by riding animals. , it can be seen that this boy's riding skills should be good, but I don't know if he has contracted the Uighur people's bad habit of spinning in circles on horseback..."

"You're not very old, but you already have a good look. He's just a little hairy. He's not a bastard, he's still a youngster..."

"You see, he orders Hou San's orders as a matter of course, and even bathes in hot water. He might be the son of a wealthy family..."

"You're washing it so carefully... Look, look, you're saying hello to your crotch again. This kid has already washed it three times, right?"

"Go away, isn't it just a matter of a man taking a shower to get his butt and his face? It's a good thing to greet Sanlu more. That place is too important..."

"Tsk, tsk, brothers Mingjian, I always thought this boy was a girl pretending to be a girl, but now I am sure, he is a boy..."

"Would you like to recruit some Huji tonight? Although the smell is a bit stronger, I can make do with it..."

"You fucking cocked up when you were watching a man take a shower. He touched my leg...get out of here. I will never be with you in the future..."

After men take a bath together with their buttocks naked, the tense relationship will somehow ease.

Sure enough, after Yunchu took a shower and put on his shorts, he came to the ditch to look at these naked grown men.

"The snow water is bitingly cold, which is not good for your health. If you feel sleepy in the future, it's better to take a hot bath."

Liu Xiong smiled and said: "My body and bones are made of iron."

Yun Chu smiled and said: "When the iron is still rusty, if you don't listen to my advice, just don't come to me when you are tortured by illness in the future."

"Eh? Do you still know medical skills?" Fang Zheng suddenly stood up naked from the ditch, as if he had seen a treasure.

Yun Chu turned his head and didn't want to talk to Fang Zheng's hanging things.

"Humph, I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit!"

"What else can you do? Can you do divination?"

Yun Chu looked at Liu Xiong's naked body and turned his head in another direction: "I understand a little, I understand a little!"

"You know a little bit about everything, right?" He Yuanshan and others also emerged from the ditch.

Facing a group of naked men, Yunchu could only look at the stars. He really didn't expect that one day he would be targeted by thousands of people.

"The more you read, the more you understand everything."

"It seems like you should have a good master."

Yunchu really didn't have the courage to speak to a group of naked native men from the Tang Dynasty. He quickly distanced himself from the group of savages on the pretext of seeing if the marching stove was ready.

"Hahaha, boy, are you scared by my guy?" Liu Xiong's laughter was wild and evil.

If this sentence were spoken by a Uighur person, Yunchu might try his best to take revenge.

When Liu Xiong said it from the mouth of the ferocious-looking man, he just thought it was a dirty joke, turned around and forgot about it.

This is the advantage of returning to the ethnic group. Although Yunchu is not a Tang person, in his heart he tacitly agrees that the Tang people are the same ancestor as him.

Lonely graves in the wilderness are eerie and scary. If the graves are buried with your ancestors and relatives, then there is nothing to be afraid of...

This is a wonderful feeling, and Yun Chu enjoys this feeling now, even if it is an illusion.

Yunchu had become accustomed to the living habit of working at sunrise and resting at dusk in this era. When he lay on the hard woven wooden bed, although it was very uncomfortable, he still said good night to Yunchu in his soul.

This is a real good night.

At dawn, Yunchu was awakened by the sound of birdsong.

Last night, he slept very peacefully, although the sound of bangs from time to time in the military camp was a bit noisy, and the footsteps of the soldiers holding spears on the wall of the military camp while patrolling were not quiet.

But these two sounds gave Yunchu a great sense of security... When sleeping in Aries, he would always sleep on his stomach. Whenever he heard any strange noise, he would jump out.

But last night, he didn't even dream.

When Yunchu got a soft mulberry branch, shaved off the head, dipped it in a little salt and started cleaning his teeth, it was no surprise that he once again attracted onlookers.

Fang Zheng, who originally drank a sip of cold water and gurgled it for a few times, then gargled his mouth, suddenly became embarrassed and got a mulberry branch to clean his teeth with Yun Chu in a decent manner.

However, he only tinkered with it a few times, and his mouth was full of blood.

"That's what wealthy people do!"

He Yuanshan defined Yun Chu's behavior in the first moment.

"When winter comes, this kid will freeze to death." Zhang An looked at Yun Chu's overly large windows and doors and laughed.

"Isn't this what the houses of wealthy families look like? People may think that when the weather is cold, they may burn more charcoal pots or have maids to warm the beds."

"Hahahaha... the young man from a wealthy family has come to the Western Region."

Yunchu didn't hear them laughing at him. After washing, he kneaded the dough and tied it up in a pottery jar.

Then he cooked a pot of mutton in a large pot, threw a pine stick into it, fastened the lid made of reed poles, pressed it with a stone, and threw a few thick wooden trippers into the stove hole, waiting for the water to boil. Open it, brush off the foam, and go to the official office of Daguan Ling Fangzheng.

He has a very heavy task today. As a scribe, the first thing he has to do is to sort the piles of documents in the government office into categories and number them so that they can be easily accessed when the time comes.

For this reason, Hou San, who had washed his face, took the initiative to help. Yun Chu did not refuse. Having someone to help move things would save him a lot of things.

Working on an empty stomach makes people very eager for time to go faster. Fang Zheng bit a piece of naan bread and watched Yun Chu and Hou San move all the piles of documents out of the Yamen and put them on the ground to dry.

Some of the documents were so wet that they were clumped together and the handwriting was blurred. According to Fang Zheng, these documents should have been destroyed long ago.

However, Yun Chu spread these things out to dry one by one, without letting go of any of them.

In Fangzheng's view, this was Yunchu's meticulousness, but he didn't know that for Yunchu, these documents were the best textbooks for him to re-understand the Tang Dynasty and understand the Tang Dynasty.

The legends in many places are passed down orally, so all of them have become legends that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. Since they are legends, there are naturally countless legends.

The paperwork is different!

His professionalism is definitely not comparable to those legends passed down by word of mouth. What Yun Chu needs most now is to lift the veil that the Tang Dynasty has covered in his mind.

The small government office of Qiuci Town was the best classroom for Yunchu to understand the national power and people's livelihood of the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing the sun rising gradually, Yunchu asked Hou San to keep an eye on these documents, and he hurried back to Sanglin to prepare for cooking.

The mutton in the big pot had been cooked until it was tender. Yun Chu took out the cooked mutton and set it aside to cool. He shaved off all the bones and cut the meat into slices, allowing the clear mutton soup to continue boiling.

I cut some green onions from the vegetable garden under the mulberry tree, chopped them into minced green onions, and put the pine sticks in the mutton soup into the holes of the fire to suppress the fire, so that the mutton soup was in a state of boiling but not boiling. The shiny mutton fat covered the soup noodles. Yun Chu opened the pottery jar and pulled out a head from the dough that had risen long ago. He shook his hands slightly, and a thin noodle appeared.

Then, in the astonished eyes of Fang Zheng and others, Yun Chu's hands kept shaking, and strangely, the ball of noodles was obediently torn into thin noodles.

This noodle was constantly tumbling in Yunchu's hands, one end had fallen into the mutton soup pot, and the other end was still in the shape of a ball in the pottery urn.

A stick of noodles is like a bowl of noodles. This is what Northwest people often eat. Once you start pulling noodles, you can’t slow down.

The cooked noodles floating on the mutton soup are as thick as the tip of a chopstick. When scooped into a bowl, they become as thick as the tip of a chopstick, making it easy to eat.

When the noodles were already floating all over the surface of the mutton soup, Yun Chu used a pair of very long chopsticks to pick up the noodles. There was no need to divide them, as one stick made up a bowl.

Chopped green onions, ground salt and chopped Tianshan ebony plums have been placed at the bottom of the bowl. The noodles are pressed on top of these condiments, and then washed with hot mutton soup. The salt melts and disappears, and the chopped green onions float from the bottom of the bowl. Green dappled on the soup surface, with a little bit of black plum looming in the middle of the dark yellow noodles, and then covered with a thin layer of dark red mutton slices, a bowl of mutton that northwest people will never forget. The noodle soup did the trick.