1. Eight Treasure Porridge
◎The first experience of a female doctor traveling through time◎
"Madam Jiang, your life or death has nothing to do with my Lu family anymore! Get away quickly!"
At the back door of the Lu Mansion, the old woman on the steps said this, threw out a small bundle, and dusted off her clothes, as if to shake off bad luck.
Jiang Qinglan went to pick up the bag on the ground. The younger sister was brave enough to go up and pull the old woman away: "You are lying! We want to see Brother Lu!"
He shouted from the opposite door, "Brother Lu, come out quickly!"
The old woman pushed the little girl, and she took a few steps back and almost fell down. Fortunately, she was caught by Jiang Qinglan.
"What do you mean, brother? Are you qualified to mention him?"
The old woman said disdainfully, "The Jiang family offended the emperor and their property was confiscated and they were exiled. Our Lu family was kind enough to give us a letter of reconciliation, not a divorce. Stop repaying kindness with enmity and making random accusations!"
After the old woman finished speaking, she slammed the door shut.
The little girl refused to accept the defeat and struggled to knock on the door, but Jiang Qinglan held her tightly.
"Forget it, it's useless..." He paused and said, "Don't be afraid, I still have my sister."
This sentence made the little girl burst into tears. "Sister——"
Jiang Qinglan sighed silently in his heart: It’s not a good start.
She was still staying up late yesterday morning working on her doctoral thesis proposal report. She had a terrible headache, but she still tried her best to meet the deadline.
Unexpectedly, it passed on to this unfortunate woman after sudden death.
She still has some memories of her original self.
When Yuan was in the bridal sedan, her father Jiang Yuan received the imperial edict to enter the palace. While she was at the Lu family's wedding ceremony, she suddenly heard the news that her house had been raided.
Unable to bear the humiliation, his father struck himself on a pillar and died, and his mother also jumped into a well. The original person had convulsions and was unconscious, and it is estimated that he passed away during the night.
The world is fickle.
Lu Jia Erlang was originally a subordinate of her father. He was good-looking and ambitious. It took a lot of effort for her father to agree to marry him.
Now that something has happened, the old lady of the Lu family is eager to distance herself from it and wants to divorce her as soon as she wakes up.
Divorce is fine, after all, Jiang Qinglan is a time traveler and has no feelings for this Brother Lu.
Her family was broke again, and she was willing to accept the marriage because she was willing to accept the marriage proposal. However, she asked for the return of her dowry.
Mrs. Lu was shameless and even said that her dowry was not big to begin with, and now the Lu family spent a lot on the wedding;
In order to rescue her younger sister, she made all sorts of arrangements and spent a lot of money.
She also said that she had consulted a famous doctor last night and only used two ginseng roots...
In short, he refused to return it.
Of course, it was all lies. My younger sister wasn't even five years old, and even if the house was raided, she wouldn't have been made a slave. As for the ginseng, that was a lie...
But Jiang Qinglan is alone and weak now. Even if he reports to the government office, the Jiang family is in this situation now... forget it, let's make plans later.
While leading her sobbing younger sister out of the alley, she was thinking: The most important thing right now is how to make money?
The heroines in novels all traveled through time and space to become princesses or queens, wearing gold and silver jewelry. Why is she so unlucky?
For ordinary people, the daily necessities of life, such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, food, drink, clothing and daily necessities, are all spent as soon as they open their eyes every day.
Now, she only had a few coins in her bag, which was not enough to support the two of them, not to mention renting a house. Even if they could only afford porridge, it would not last long.
Jiang Qinglan raised his head and looked at the main street in front of him, looking for an opportunity:
It was not yet fully light, but there were already many people on the road.
Some men came in from the tide-holding gate carrying shoulder poles, with baskets filled with juicy white radishes and lush green vegetables, all of which were covered with crystal dewdrops - they were vegetable farmers from the suburbs who came to the city to sell vegetables.
The small vendors on the roadside have already set up their stalls and are putting their wares on them: there are people selling flowers, beads, woolen yarn, small gadgets, a wide variety of goods.
She basically figured it out last night. This dynasty was similar to the Song Dynasty in history, and this place was also called Lin'an, but it seemed that it had not experienced the Jingkang Incident.
It is now the fifteenth year of Chengping, and the throne has been passed to the second generation.
As I was thinking, I walked to a breakfast stall. There was fragrant porridge in a large iron pot, and steam was rising from the bamboo steamer. I guess they were steaming buns and steamed buns.
The aroma of rice and wheat fills the air, making your mouth water.
The men who came to the city to sell vegetables, tired from walking, would sit by the stalls, rest their feet, and wait for the buns to come out of the steamer.
Jiang Qinglan's eyes lit up.
In her previous life, she was under tremendous pressure from scientific research, and when she wasn't writing papers, she loved to tinker with food.
I especially like to recreate ancient food. I have made candied fruit, locust leaf cold noodles, and lychee paste water. Everyone around me says they are delicious.
Sometimes, after finishing something, I would just take a photo and post it on Xiaohongshu. After a few years, I became a food blogger.
The commodity economy in the Song Dynasty was extremely developed, and citizens did not look down on merchants as much as in other dynasties.
If she also set up a stall to sell food, even if she didn't become rich, she could at least make ends meet, right? Jiang Qinglan was eager to try - she had confidence in her cooking skills.
"Sister..." The younger sister pulled her, tears still wet on her face, her eyes staring at the steaming porridge on the stall.
Jiang Qinglan pinched her cheek and smiled: She is just a child after all, she won’t starve even if the sky falls.
She spent twelve coins: two coins for eight-treasure porridge, which they shared a bowl. Ten coins for two steamed buns. The buns were still steaming, and the porridge was served first.
This is not just white porridge with rice, but also various dried fruits in yellow, gray, red and green colors.
Because it was cooked so thick, the rice was broken into pieces, and you could tell:
The gray round ones are pitted longans; the red oval ones are boneless red dates; the red dots are wolfberries; and the green ones are naturally raisins.
In addition to these dried fruits, the porridge also contains fruits such as pears and apples, which are cut into small pieces and boiled until they are finely ground, leaving only the aroma and sweetness.
The little girl took a sip and found it soft, sticky, fragrant and sweet. The sweetness was not the pure sweetness of sucrose, but the fresh sweetness of fruit.
——She quickly scooped another big spoonful. The longan meat melted in her mouth, but the raisins were still a little chewy, and the sesame seeds smelled so good.
As the little girl was eating, she probably thought of her father and mother. She sniffled and big tears fell into the bowl.
Jiang Qinglan mourned inwardly: Yes, going from being a daughter of an official family to starving overnight, even her adult self couldn’t bear it, let alone this four-year-old child?
She wiped away the little girl's tears with the back of her hand:
"Don't be afraid, Tuantuan. We still have Sister. We need to look forward. Eat well and grow up quickly. Dad and Mom in heaven will be happy to see you."
The little girl understood, sniffed hard, and started eating in big mouthfuls.
But Jiang Qinglan was also worried. She had just observed that setting up a stall was not easy. For example, this breakfast shop: first, the stall was fixed, and she probably had to spend money to rent it from the government office.
Second, you have to prepare the raw materials, such as pots, steamers, bowls, and chopsticks; you also have to buy ingredients: flour, rice, pork... If business is not good, you have to account for losses...
She couldn't afford to spend the few copper coins in her bag like that, so setting up a stall was out of the question for the time being. So, was there any kind of work that was guaranteed to make a profit?
The sky was getting a little brighter, and the streets were crowded with people. In addition to the vendors, there were also some empty-handed pedestrians, men, women, young and old, all hurried to the south side of the Imperial Street.
Their clothes were not fancy and they didn't look like they were just out shopping.
"Madam," Jiang Qinglan asked the proprietress, "where are these people going?"
The proprietress was picking up buns from the steamer. Two soft, snow-white buns were squeezed in the blue and white plate, looking very cute.
"They are going to the market outside Houchao Gate. The earlier they go, the better their chances of survival and the more money they can make."
Jiang Qinglan's doctoral dissertation was on Tang and Song literature, and she had read several books on the lives of Tang and Song citizens. She knew that a "cash market" was essentially a labor market, where people looked for odd jobs paid daily.
There were many mercenary markets in the Song Dynasty. Early in the morning, the hired workers would gather in a certain designated place, waiting for the employer to come and pick people.
There are carpenters and bamboo craftsmen, bricklayers and tilers, porters, cooks and embroiderers, all kinds of workers.
Now it seems that it is just outside the Houchao Gate.
Jiang Qinglan had a plan and quickly asked his sister to swallow the porridge in two mouthfuls.
"Ma'am, pack up the buns and take them away!"
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Bianjing Tavern
One sentence introduction: I conquer the flower of Gaoling with delicious food
Chen Xiangxiang, a poor student in the philosophy department, died suddenly while playing games and traveled back to Bianjing. Her original body was a divorced woman, both parents orphaned and her family was wiped out by her relatives.
The sky was falling apart at the beginning, but Chen Xiangxiang was secretly happy: Damn it, I finally don’t have to read Hegel and Kant anymore, it’s time to inherit the Chen family’s craftsmanship!
At Chen Ji Restaurant, you can enjoy celery, beef, and small liver skewered on a bamboo skewer, or simmered tripe with crispy pork and peas in a double-boiled pot. There are also classic Sichuan dishes like chicken in lotus leaves and boiled cabbage, as well as authentic delicacies like fish with milk and forget-me-not sauce.
Picking flowers to make cakes, making ice to enjoy the cool, brewing wine and eating crabs, roasting fire and appreciating the snow, the life in the city is full of fun.
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Wei Xu, the second son of Duke Wei's mansion, is a modest gentleman who is as gentle as jade. He also has superb medical skills and a compassionate heart, and he saves people from danger.
But no one knew that his heart was lonely and cold. In his eyes, the prosperity of the world was nothing but greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance and doubt.
But since Chenji Restaurant opened, he felt that he seemed to have changed.
Fried crispy meat, roasted pig's trotters, Chen Ji Restaurant, everything is delicious! What's more, on the wedding night, he knelt straight at the head of the bed, just to taste Xiangxiang's sweet lip balm.
"In my barren land, you are the last rose." (Poem by Neruda)
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