Chapter 99: Iron pot goose vermicelli wrapped around tender goose meat. ...

Man is iron, and food is steel.

Only when you have a full stomach can you have the energy to work.

The iron pots carried by the two apprentices were so huge that the rims almost hit their heads.

They carried stones and built a stove that could support the iron pot.

The sun gradually rises, and the autumn wind blows, carrying with it the unique scent of ripe crops and fallen leaves.

"The master is kind, maybe he'll give us some sorghum porridge."

The old man wore a tattered felt hat, revealing a weathered face beneath its brim. He smacked his cracked lips, his forehead crisscrossed with wrinkles.

"The vegetable soup and black steamed bread are also good!" The old lady rubbed the corner of her clothes with some anticipation.

As long as the wages are paid daily, she will definitely persuade her neighbors to join in the work tomorrow. Fortunately, there are not many uneaten corn cobs left in the field.

It always makes me feel good to be able to save some money to get through the winter.

The little girl quickly moved her knife and concentrated on cutting the goose meat into even pieces.

Her ponytail swayed playfully, and her round face was flushed by the mountain wind.

The carrots and hazel mushrooms were washed clean, and the vermicelli soaked in water was crystal clear.

The bean sprout boy squatted on the ground and made a fire.

Fallen leaves, already dry in autumn, catch fire at the slightest touch. He wiped the soot from his face with his sleeve and deftly added wood to the fire.

"Make sure the fire is burning high so that the goose can be stewed to its full flavor." Guizhi nodded in approval.

The temporary workers were stunned when they saw this scene.

The firewood was burning with a crackling sound, and the iron pot on the stove was burning hot.

With a "sizzling" sound, the goose meat quickly changed color under the hot oil. Two apprentices held spatulas and stir-fried it alternately, adding salt, star anise, cinnamon and other seasonings in turn.

A rich aroma began to waft.

Everyone's stomachs rumbled and they forced themselves to swallow their saliva.

"Everyone listen up. You will now be divided into groups, assigned responsibilities, and then undergo on-the-job training." The scholar leading the team called out.

They have drawn up corresponding rules and regulations to prevent people from being lazy and slacking off.

In consideration of the goose stewed in an iron pot, the temporary workers all obeyed obediently, fearing that they would upset the master and miss out on this delicious meal.

The only problem is that the scholars would occasionally utter some flowery words that were hard to understand.

Whenever people were scratching their heads, Miss Gui would explain with a smile.

After a brief training, the meals on the stove were ready.

When the lid was opened, a wave of hot air with a mellow fragrance hit her face. The girl with ponytail poked the goose meat with chopsticks and then smiled with satisfaction.

"It's ready! Let's eat!"

The large goose pieces were stewed until they were bright red in color, soaking up the rich broth, and the texture of the meat was filled with freshness and fragrance.

Everyone lined up to get their food. Although they only got a spoonful of vegetables, they were all eager to eat.

Taking a bite, you will find that the carrots are stewed until soft, and the vermicelli is tightly wrapped around the goose meat, which is tender and chewy.

The flavor of the spices that had been stewed for a long time was so subtle that it spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat. The temporary workers couldn't help but squint their eyes in satisfaction.

The old man wearing a tattered felt hat finished off the rice and soup in the bowl in one breath, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's so comfortable. We can only eat this kind of delicious dish during Chinese New Year!" he exclaimed.

The other temporary workers nodded in agreement.

Just for the food, they will roll up their sleeves and work hard.

The Twelve Forts Hibiscus Soup, once exclusively owned by Malu, is located on the edge of a cliff. The courtyard has been abandoned for a long time and needs careful care and expansion.

When carrying heavy objects, men, women, young and old all join in, holding the thick ropes tightly and dragging the cart on the dirt road.

"One, two, one, two" slogans echoed in the vast sky and earth.

When people are united, they can move mountains.

The people of Daliang are so docile that they are willing to fight for their lives as long as they are given food.

Even so, there are still court rulers who continue to squeeze the people's money and never bend down to listen to public opinion.

"Sir, do the people know that the war has spread to the border of East Lu?" The scholar took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

He was hesitant, not sure whether hiding in the rear was the right decision at this time.

I heard that many of my classmates participated in the imperial examinations organized by His Royal Highness Prince Yue. Regardless of gender, only the most talented were selected, and most of them have successfully entered officialdom.

For example, Wang Pu was appointed as the Nanyi because of his outstanding performance in policy essays, responsible for assisting Master Xie in reviewing and making decisions on government affairs.

The rest of the students participated in hearing cases and adjudicating cases, while others worked on registering the population...

"Xiansheng's news is lagging behind." Gui Zhi'er patted his shoulder, "It's not just Donglu that's fighting right now!"

The Hangzhou court dispatched troops to suppress the rebels in the north on the one hand, and to resist the massive invasion of Japanese pirates in Lingnan on the other.

The whole country is in chaos.

"Those who hold high positions in government and assist in the administration of state are virtuous officials; those who live far away in the countryside and help the people are good men."

Guizhier's gaze swept across everyone, gentle and deep.

In ancient feudal dynasties, there would be a great chaos every two or three hundred years.

Due to underdeveloped transportation and limited speed of information dissemination, most people were unaware of the disaster until the war reached their doorsteps.

The cicada does not know the seasons, just like that.

"If you don't have the determination or courage to become a noble or a prime minister," Gui Zhi'er paused and continued, "but if you can actually solve problems for individual people, it's also a righteous act."

In her hometown's language, it's called——

There are high and low official positions, but the services are all the same.

The frowns on the faces of several scholars relaxed, and the confusion in their eyes was gradually replaced by brightness.

They couldn't help but bow slightly and clasp their hands together to express their gratitude to Gui Zhier for her guidance.

His face was full of humility and sincerity.

Then he worked harder to lead the temporary workers to build the ski resort.

"I know why His Royal Highness Prince Yue is unwilling to let her go. It's a pity that the young lady doesn't want to be a court lady." Miss Liu joked.

Her eyes were full of affection like autumn water, but there was a hint of sadness hidden deep inside.

Ever since Guizhier told her about the middle-aged couple selling fruits and vegetables in the West Market of the capital, she has been thinking about them.

Maybe my parents were lucky enough to be alive back then?

She made inquiries many times and found out that the official who ordered the floodgates to be opened to release the floodwaters that flooded Qingyezhou City during the spring floods during the Kangshun period did indeed persuade the emperor to provide medical treatment and medicine and provide relief from the charity granary in the disaster area.

Was he a cruel official or a good minister? She couldn't tell.

"Sister, please stop teasing me." Gui Zhi'er held her forehead with her hand. "You don't have to worry too much about the rest."

"Once the ski resort in the Twelve Castles starts to make a profit, I'll ask His Royal Highness King Yue for a favor. Finding your parents won't be difficult."

In such a chaotic world, you can't find someone by yourself.

Guizhier invited Liu Qianjin and her sister Yinling to go to the Twelve Forts, not to keep them idle.

But there are other considerations.

The space of Furong Hot Spring is limited, and entertaining guests here is just an elegant name.

We can't really let the nobles jump into the hot spring pool naked like dumplings. How embarrassing would that be?

Therefore, I can only work hard on my bath scrubbing skills.

"The matter of training the bath attendants depends entirely on my two sisters." Guizhier smiled cunningly.