MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 9 It’s hard not to lose your mouth when traveling

Chapter 9 It’s hard not to lose your mouth when traveling

 One poached egg, half a bowl of shaved noodles, two pieces of pig's trotters, and a large ladle of noodle soup with vegetable leaves, just enough to fill a large bowl and handed it to Manager Wang.

“Manager Wang, the aspic is salty so I didn’t add any salt. If it’s not flavorful enough, you can add some hot sauce. Use it slowly!” Ziyu said, neither humble nor overbearing.

Manager Wang nodded secretly and couldn't help but speed up his eating after taking a sip of the soup.

 A group of men not far away swallowed their saliva, but did not take the initiative to ask for food.

Ziyu turned the wooden basin for kneading dough on the ground, put half a bowl of noodles with eggs and a piece of pig's trotters on the basin, and put a spoon on it.

 “Xiao Luo, eat slowly!”

 “Thank you, brother!”

Zi Luo, who no longer asked to wash her hands, blew her small mouth into the steaming bowl.

 Pour the purple jade noodles into a large basin with the soup and noodles intact, and add a ladle of water to the pot.

She boldly lifted the hem of her cotton robe, squatted by the fire and started eating.

Seeing this, Manager Wang, who was still unfinished, smiled and shook his head and talked to Ziyu.

“Little brother, your soup is pretty good. If you have any extra points, can you sell it to us?

None of us gentlemen know how to cook, and the taste is hard to describe.

 How about you help us cook? The caravan will take care of the food and safety along the way. Do you think that’s okay? "

 Ziyu quickly finished the last sip of soup, wiped her lips, and shook her head.

　　　"Guanshi Wang, asked me to cook for one or two people. If there are more, I won't be able to control the heat, and it may be even more delicious."

 Besides, there is a small one that cannot be separated from others at all.

Making soup is very simple. You can buy as much ingredients as you want and make it very convenient when you are away from home. "

Ziyu dug out some plant ash and rubbed it into the bowl, then washed it with hot water in the pot.

“Making aspic is very simple. I use large bones, chicken, and pig feet. If you want enough oil and water, add more skin.

 After removing the blood foam, add green onion, **** and white wine, bring to a boil, then simmer over low heat until the meat is soft and tender, and it will become frozen after being left overnight. "

Wang Guanshi was afraid that he would not remember it, so he read it to Ziyu twice to confirm that it was correct, and then he handed over his hand and thanked her.

“Little brother, please remember your love for me. Don’t ask Wang to take care of things. Just call me Brother Wang.

 Just let me know if you need help driving the bus. It’s not easy for you to carry a child alone.

 When you set off tomorrow morning, go to the middle. I will ask Xiao Wu to arrange it for you. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask him directly. "

Ziyu didn't expect a simple aspic jelly and such treatment. She was considered an insider!

 “Thank you for taking care of me, Brother Wang!”

 …

The rustling snow fell on the body and melted away quickly. The caravan members got into the tents one after another to rest, and the four night watchmen guarded the fire.

He added water and firewood, threw in the remaining eggs and boiled them, and took Xiao Luo to a dark place with the chamber pot in the car to fill the water.

 When I came back, I saw that the water in the pot was boiling. I scooped out half a ladle of water and poured it into a special small footbath. I wiped Xiao Luo's face and washed his feet.

 After cleaning up the little kid, putting it in the car and covering it up, Ziyu had time to clean up the outside.

He opened the awning in front and covered the mule with an old quilt to keep him warm. This sequence made the night watcher laugh.

By the time Ziyu finished cleaning up, the eggs in the pot were cooked, and the remaining water naturally became water for washing face and feet.

Ziyu took out two small copper heaters, put two pieces of charcoal into the fire, and filled the pot with half a pot of water.

After packing up the scattered things, Ziyu calmly carried the eggs and a small heater onto the mule cart. She inadvertently glanced at an unseen carriage.

The howling north wind was mixed with snow particles, and the rustling tarpaulin made a crackling sound.

After getting into the car, Ziyu disappeared into the carriage with Xiao Luo, who was sleeping soundly, and Yin Shimo appeared in the carriage on time.

 …

Without daylight, the group set out again. The journey was cold and boring, and it was ten days before they arrived at Hegu City without incident. The caravan will stay here for two days to purchase special products to sell along the way, and Purple Jade will also need to replenish supplies.

At Xiao Wu’s suggestion, Ziyu bought thirty lamb skins that were abundant in the local area for one tael of silver each.

 A large roll was bundled together, and Ziyu shouldered it boldly, making Xiao Wu nod.

 The price of local mutton is cheaper than that of pork. The weather is cold and weather-resistant and Ziyu likes to eat mutton, so she bought two of them killed in front of Xiao Wu.

He would not let go of his favorite haggis, but the boss regarded it as filth and gave it away in a big tub.

Ziyu looked at a large basin of unwashed haggis, and her head suddenly felt as big as a bucket. This thing is delicious but difficult to wash!

“Hahaha, these things are fed to dogs, who would eat that stuff!” Xiao Wu laughed.

“Brother Xiao Wu, you’d better not eat it then!” Zi Yu said lightly, causing Xiao Wu to stop talking immediately.

 “Little brother, brother, that’s a joke!”

Ten days together, the men in the caravan do not admire Ziyu, and they know more about things at a young age than those who run merchants all year round.

 …

“The meat and haggis are all yours to take care of. Send them to the inn and ask two women to help wash them. Let’s make a haggis soup pot in the evening.”

Xiao Wu shivered, but did not dare to refuse. On such a cold day, a mutton soup pot was brought to ensure warmth.

  He knows that not everyone can eat the dishes cooked by his little brother.

Ziyu rented a donkey cart, watched Xiao Wu leave with his things, then led Zi Luo back to the mutton stall and whispered.

“Boss, I want a hundred slaughtered sheep tomorrow morning, and the haggis must be cleaned.”

"How many did you say?"

The mutton stall owner didn’t believe his ears, so he looked at the gloomy sky and saw that the sun was not shining.

“100 of them, can you trade here at the beginning of Mao Shi?”

 “To seal the deal, pay a deposit of ten taels in advance.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　五两.

After Ziyu counted out five silver barley grains, she got a receipt written by the mutton stall owner. The crooked handwriting was really hard to read without any eyesight.

Since the mutton had to be cleaned, Ziyu did not raise the price of the mutton. In her eyes, 15 yuan per pound of meat was already very cheap.

 Looking around, she couldn't find the beef she wanted to buy. Ziyu knew very well the important position of cattle in this dynasty, so she could only express her deep regret.

 …

 When he returned to the inn, he saw that the haggis had not been washed yet, so Ziyu instructed the woman who had invited him to wash it twice before she was satisfied.

The woman was wearing patchwork clothes. The thin cotton clothes were lumpy and could not block the cold, and her hands were even red from the cold.

Hooking his waist tremblingly, holding his clothes timidly, looking at Ziyu with lowered eyebrows.

 “Ding-ding~dang-dang!”

 Twenty copper plates held two deformed silver beans and fell into the lapel of the woman's clothes.

“Hurry up and leave!” Ziyu said disgustedly.

 “Thank you, Master!” The woman cleverly hid the silver beans in her sleeves and held up the copper plate to express her gratitude.

 …

That night, the unique aroma of mutton wafted from the inn kitchen, which made some people move their index fingers.

 It is fat but not sour, has a fragrant taste, and is paired with a special dipping sauce. A large bowl on the table is simply not enough to grab.

 The milky white soup boiled over charcoal fire is also a rare delicacy when cooked with radish and cabbage.

“Little brother, it’s a pity that you don’t open a restaurant with your skills!” Manager Wang, who had eaten and drank enough, praised sincerely.

 (End of this chapter)