Notes of Lanxi Crossing

Zhan Jin was puzzled: "The tax in the court is not high, why do you say that the life of the common people seems to be very difficult?"

It's just that the high mountains and high places are far from good for governance, but this is in the outskirts of the capital, at the foot of the emperor, Zhan Jin really can't understand.

Although Mr. Fu knew that the elders of several people were either rich or noble, he never expected that there would be princes and princesses talking to him.

"Although the Holy Majesty is sympathetic to us, but in the end... alas!"

As soon as these words came out, Lan Xi and the second sister, who were walking arm in arm, looked at each other, almost staggered in fright, Zhan Chen behind her twitched his eyelids, and stretched out his hand to prevent Lan Xi from falling off the field ridge.

"God does not reward food, and no one can do anything about it!" Mr. Fu looked up at the scorching sun, unable to hide his melancholy.

Lan Xi bit her tongue secretly, regretting why she brought up such a topic. Fortunately, Mr. Fu didn't say anything dangerous, otherwise it would really be a big mess.

Lan Xi picked up a few words casually, and quickly ended this slightly dangerous topic.

The daughters-in-law of the Fu family were quick in their hands and feet, and they were well-known smart people in the village. As soon as the group approached the courtyard of the Fu family, they could smell the aroma of rice in the air.

Lan Xi took a deep breath, and smelled the meaty aroma of chicken in it. Could it be that he really killed an old hen?

"It's great, it's delicious, it's chicken!" Zhan Yu took a deep breath and praised it loudly.

The daughter-in-law of the Fu family that I met at the grain drying field before turned out from inside.

"Here we come, the distinguished guests are here!"

She turned her head and yelled towards the kitchen, and helped Mr. Fu welcome everyone into the house.

"The people in the village don't have much to eat, so the nobles make do with it, and the food will be served right away!"

The second daughter-in-law of Fu was speaking, and her youngest daughter, Fu Nuo, who had just turned sixteen, came into the room with two dishes.

The girl has a slim figure, and a mahogany hairpin is inserted in the simple bun, decorated with only a few brightly colored cloth flowers, but it shows her lively and lovely at this age.

Although there were no dishes, there were still three hard dishes on the table, a plate of fried bacon with garlic leaves, a plate of steamed crucian carp, and a bowl of raw fried chicken nuggets.

"Come, eat, eat! Don't be polite!" Mrs. Fu brought a big wooden basin full of white rice.

Lan Xi was dumbfounded. Unlike the friends around him, Lan Xi had cooked.

God!How did they cook such a few dishes and cook such a large bowl of white rice in such a short period of time? Lan Xi couldn't believe that they knew in advance that someone was coming to eat.

Really awesome, he deserves to be a capable person who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen.

"What is this?" Zhan Yu asked, picking up a piece of crystal clear ruddy bacon with chopsticks.

It's not that he has never eaten bacon, it's just that the dishes of the Imperial Dining Room, even a piece of bacon can make flowers for it, and he has never seen such thickly cut bacon.

In fact, if it weren't for their visits, the Fu family would have been reluctant to make the bacon that was left over from the Chinese New Year, and cut it thicker so as not to treat them slowly.

Zhan Yu put this piece of bacon into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and immediately spit it out with a wrinkled face.

"Bah! Bah! Is this bacon? But isn't this bacon too salty?"

Zhan Jin glared at him, picked up a slightly smaller piece of bacon, tasted it, and frowned slightly while chewing.

She swallowed the piece of meat, and sincerely thanked Fu's family: "I've troubled you, but you rarely eat this table of food, right?"

Both salt and meat are precious things. The bacon is so salty, it must be because the villagers want to keep the meat that is rarely eaten on weekdays longer, so they use more salt to pickle it.

Although Zhan Jin is a princess, she has a gentle and kind personality. The Fu family entertained them with food that was so precious to them, so how could she be dissatisfied because the food did not suit their taste.

Zhan Yu also just forgot that this was outside the palace for a while, and after being told by Zhan Jin, he quickly made up for it.

"Salty is just right, let's eat, it seems that I can eat another bowl today!"

"It's okay, just eat it. I'll make it for you after we're done. If there was nothing we could do in the past, now that the rice is newly harvested, you can eat as much white rice as you want!" Boss Fu laughed and added a spoonful of white rice to Zhan Yu. rice.

In Fu's view, these children are younger than his youngest granddaughter, if not for their different identities, he would treat Lanxi and the others like the little dolls in Zhuangzi.

As soon as Mr. Fu was happy, he forgot about the origins of these children, and kindly served them a meal with his own hands. Lan Xi and the others politely declined.

After all, this is an elder, so how could he take care of him to eat, but before Lanxi brought the bowl over, the enthusiastic second daughter-in-law of the Fu family quickly added a bowl full of rice to her.

Lan Xi was dumbfounded looking at the hill-like rice bowls in front of her. Among the children and teenagers present, only Liu Shuhuan and Song Lanjiu could finish the rice in their bowls.

Song Lanshu and Zhan Jin both had smaller appetites, and looked at the white rice hill in front of them in embarrassment.

"This……"

"What's the matter, but is there any polished rice in it?" Mrs. Fu finally cleaned up the kitchen, and went back to the dining table to see if everyone still needed anything, just in time to see a few people showing embarrassment.

Their farmers work a lot and consume a lot, but they can only cook something to stuff their stomachs every day, and there is only enough food for them, so they don't think it's too much.

On the contrary, Fu Nuo, who was about the same age as Song Lanshu, saw the crux of the matter and hurriedly made a sound to rescue him.

"Mother, Auntie, a big family eats food carefully and slowly. You served such a big bowl all at once, and the chopsticks didn't even touch the ground. They don't know what to say!"

"Oh, that's how it is. It's all my fault. Our farmers are not so well-behaved. It really makes you laugh!"

The second daughter-in-law of Fu immediately smiled and apologized to everyone, and then dug out part of the pile of rice bowls into the wooden basin, but she remembered the rice spoons in the wooden basin specially used by these young masters and young ladies. .

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, and it's not that you can't finish eating, just eat less food."

Seeing that the second daughter-in-law of Fu wanted to return half of the rice in her bowl, Liu Shuhuan refused.

Unexpectedly, Fu Da's daughter-in-law looked serious, and helped her siblings share the meals for Zhan Chen and the others, while saying to Liu Shuhuan: "That's not possible, these dishes are specially made for you, eat more!"

Since they insisted, Liu Shuhuan didn't say anything else. At worst, he would just add more food after eating. With such a big bowl of rice, he was afraid that they wouldn't be able to eat enough.

When it came to eating, Lan Xi raised her mouth: "Sister Jin, we all came to Grandpa Fu's house for dinner, and the guards, they only ate a few roast chickens, maybe they weren't full yet."