Chapter 89: Make vegetarian roast goose with fluffy yam inside.
"Not really." Luan Shuangbai leaned on his spear and curled his lips. "I just look down on the entire Xie family."
Faced with Guizhier's confusion, the young man shrugged defiantly.
During the Tianyou period, the generals and ministers in the Daliang court were in harmony.
Until the new emperor killed his brother and nephew and usurped the throne, General Liang, a great general, was implicated and died.
However, the Sishui Xie family, a veteran of three dynasties, chose to surrender and lie dormant.
"The so-called scholarly integrity is just talk." Luan Shuangbai lowered his voice. "The Xie family is also betting on both sides."
If the new emperor can tolerate others, then we will be loyal to him.
On the contrary, it will collude with King Yue.
"I'm bringing you all north to please King Yue." Luan Shuangbai couldn't help but reach out and rub Gui Zhier's head. "Be careful."
The girl's hair was as soft as silk. His palm lingered slightly, caressing it with his fingertips.
It's like comforting a naive child.
Outside the hall, raindrops dripped down the eaves, forming a series of water curtains.
The scent of sandalwood blends into the rain.
"Hmm." Guizhier frowned and snorted.
She found it a bit boring.
The officialdom has always been volatile.
Today the east wind prevails over the west wind, and tomorrow the west wind prevails over the east wind. It is no different from gambling.
If you bet on the wrong horse, you lose everything.
Who can ensure that he will always be victorious?
She stared at the boy's profile in a daze.
Under the young general's straight nose, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.
The furrowed brows seemed to conceal worries about the war on the border.
The night wind blew by, and a few strands of the boy's hair fluttered gently, adding a bit of loneliness and heroism.
But for some reason, her ears turned a little red under Gui Zhier's gaze.
"Young General, after returning to the northern border, do you plan to surrender to King Yue?" Gui Zhier asked curiously.
Maybe it will be the same as his ancestors.
From then on, he fought wars in the south and the north until he unified Daliang.
Luan Shuangbai was stunned in surprise and opened his mouth.
Before he could finish his words, he was swallowed by a loud noise.
The waves roared and surged like a galloping army, and the sound of the waves was deafening, drowning everything in an instant.
The two men looked at each other, their expressions suddenly changed, and they tapped the ground lightly with their toes, using the force to jump up.
With a strong and vigorous posture, he stood steadily on the eaves of the ancient temple.
"What's going on?"
"Oh no! Is there really going to be a flood?"
As the children cried in fear, the women's faces turned pale. Only a few brave young men poked their heads out to look down the hillside.
Everywhere you look, you can see floodwaters carrying mud, sand, house beams, and uprooted trees floating on the waves.
Wherever it goes, it crushes everything with ease.
In the face of nature, human beings are as small as grass.
The Lixian Reservoir collapsed, flooding the fields and submerging the villages.
The Fuhui Temple, where everyone took refuge, was now surrounded by floods and became an isolated island.
The old man, who was originally full of pride, suddenly widened his cloudy eyes when he saw this scene.
The crutch under his armpit fell to the ground with a "click".
"What should I do? Oh my God, what a sin you have committed!
Gui Zhier and Luan Shuangbai climbed to a high place and looked into the distance. They looked at each other and felt scared.
If the transfer operation is delayed for another day, even gods will be unable to save us.
"We need to collect some rainwater and spring water from the mountain top." Guizhier stretched out her hand, and a few drops of rain fell on her palm, crystal clear.
Floods broke out, and the carcasses of animals, filth and feces all entered the water.
Once people drink this unclean water, diseases such as dysentery and cholera will have an opportunity to spread.
"Okay, don't worry, young lady. I'll arrange it right away." Luan Shuangbai nodded firmly.
It's destined to be a hard night to sleep.
All the pottery jars, wooden basins and clay pots in the temple's incense kitchen were laid out in the courtyard.
The tinkling sound of raindrops hitting each other makes people's thoughts confused.
As the night deepened, the woman huddled on the straw mat in the main hall, filled with worry.
Is enough rainwater being collected? Will we have clean drinking water tomorrow?
The child is still young, can he survive this disaster?
The candlelight had gone out, and the moonlight was blocked by thick rain clouds, making it pitch black.
The man turned over, held her in his arms, and patted her back gently to comfort her.
As long as people are alive, there will always be a way out.
The next morning.
The people who slept uneasily, their emotions turned from shock at the disaster to sadness.
"The rice in my field is forming ears of rice. What a pity!" The aunt wiped her tears with her calloused hands.
"We haven't sold out of the spring kites on the shelves," the shop owner said, feeling distressed. "We've even added a few new nine-link kites."
These are all hot-selling items that children can’t put down.
But now, everything is gone!
Why was this small county town, which had always been peaceful and prosperous, washed away by the flood?
At this moment, a rich and mellow soybean aroma wafted faintly.
Everyone stopped crying and sniffed.
"Why does it taste like roast goose?" the grocery store owner muttered to himself.
"Pa." Then he slapped himself lightly on the face, "What a sin!"
No meat or spicy food is allowed in the holy Buddhist temple. I guess I was starving and fainted.
But the fragrance remains unchanged, and with the infiltration of the secret sauce, it goes straight into people's noses.
It seems that during the baking process, the crispy crust exudes a unique burnt aroma.
"Gurgle." Although no one said anything, their stomachs were rumbling.
Following the smell, I came to the kitchen and saw Guizhier leading two apprentices cooking a big pot of rice.
The cooked yam is cut into one-inch pieces.
Wrap with bean curd skin to shape.
“Sizzle.”
Put it in a pan and fry it slowly over low heat, then stir-fry with sugar and bean paste to color it until the skin is crispy and curled.
Although the shape is different from the roast goose grilled over charcoal, the essence is similar.
It is the ultimate temptation for taste buds.
No matter how greedy the peepers are, this delicacy will never enter their stomachs.
This was specially used by Guizhier to reward the master chef and soldiers.
"Thank you, young lady!" The local garrison commander bowed and expressed his gratitude.
The vegetarian roast goose on the plate is wrapped in bean curd skin as thin as a cicada's wing, and it looks shiny and attractive.
The inside is filled with dense yam. When you bite into it, it goes from crispy to soft and sticky, with a mixture of sweet and salty.
"It's delicious, so delicious!" The soldiers' eyes lit up and their appetites increased greatly.
But General Luan did not join in the fun.
He devoured rice with fried tofu like ordinary people.
Cut large pieces of tofu into batter and deep-fry them, then stir-fry with bamboo shoots, mushrooms and other ingredients.
Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, tender and delicious.
His cheeks bulged as he ate every bite to his heart's content, even licking the corners of his lips with a feeling of unsatisfied taste.
The flood came early, so there was no need to worry about insufficient reserves of food and other supplies.
Although Li County is low-lying, the downstream river channel is unobstructed. As long as the water can flow smoothly, the flood will recede in a short time.
"Besides, midsummer is not over yet, and the Jiangnan region is planting double-season rice, so we can still catch up with the second wave of transplanting and harvesting." Xie Yuan said slowly.
Even if the spring harvest was destroyed, people would not really starve to death.
Tighten your belt and you won't have to become a refugee.
Young Master Xie chewed slowly, his fingers holding the wooden chopsticks were white and slender.
He bowed slightly and picked up the last piece of tofu on the plate, his every move revealing his dignity.
"Snap." Luan Shuangbai was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and decisively snatched the tofu away.
"Master Xie, if you say so, the water will continue to flow and Hangzhou will be flooded."
He tilted his head and smiled.
Xie Yuan was targeted several times, but his eyes remained gentle.
But after his tofu was taken away, he pursed his lips slightly, showing a rare sense of grievance.
He no longer paid any attention to the young general and acted as if he was not going to talk while eating.
"Why is this good man so sad?"
Unable to tease Young Master Xie, Luan Shuangbai turned around and talked to the boatman.
The latter took off his conical hat, still wearing coarse linen clothes, his face was weathered.
People who hang around in the underworld have some bandit-like qualities, but the boat captain has a straight posture and a military demeanor.
He was silent for a moment.
"It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't written to the Lord to let him know I'm safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the chopsticks in Luan Shuangbai's hand fell onto the bowl with a "clang", making a crisp sound.
"Oh no! I forgot about it."
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