Chapter 205 Kiln Chicken
"As soon as I said that, Feng agreed."
After returning home and seeing her husband, Pu said proudly.
"How could a noble lady like her possibly endure the hardship of disaster relief? She's just pretending."
Magistrate Hu praised her, "You have a great eloquence, my lady."
Then he reminded her: "Don't take it lightly. Ji Changqing is very cunning and might send a large group of people to protect her."
Pu smiled angrily: "Master, don't worry, I will take care of her and she will never come back."
The next afternoon, she went to Zhen's house to pick up Feng Qingsui. Seeing that Feng Qingsui only brought a maid with him, her eyes flashed slightly.
"Madam, don't you have any guards?"
Feng Qingsui gave her a strange look. "With the imperial envoy and the imperial army stationed in Yunhuai County, who would dare to act rashly?"
Pu slapped his forehead.
"Look at my brain. I haven't reacted yet. I thought it was the time when the refugees were rioting and I had to bring a group of guards with me wherever I went."
Feng Qingsui laughed and said, "If these scoundrels had any sense, they wouldn't cause trouble in Yunhuai County at this critical moment."
Pu secretly sneered in his heart: He has been staying at the emperor's feet for too long and thought that the whole world is as peaceful as the capital, so he has no vigilance at all.
But this ignorance actually made things easier for her.
"Since Madam doesn't bring any guards, I won't either," she said with a hearty laugh. "Today, I'll follow Madam's example and be a carefree person, traveling light."
After saying this, he sent the guards back home, leaving only two maids behind.
After driving out of the city for half an hour, the two arrived at the farm.
Pu took Feng Qingsui to the edge of the farmland and pointed at a forty-year-old man who was leading two tenant farmers in building a stove. She said, "This is the Jia Zhuangtou I told you about, the man who is very good at making kiln chicken."
The head of Jiazhuang put down the clod of earth in his hand, bowed and said, "Greetings, ladies."
"How long will it take you to build this stove?" asked Mrs. Pu.
"It will be ready soon," Jia Zhuangtou replied. "After the pile is built, it will take half an hour to burn before the chickens can be added. Ladies, you can sit down and have some tea first."
Feng Qingsui raised his eyebrows: "It takes half an hour to fire the kiln, and half an hour to stew the chicken, right? Doesn't that mean we have to wait an hour before we can eat it?"
Mrs. Pu nodded. "That's true. But this baked chicken is only as good as it's supposed to be. I brought some cards with me. We'll play cards while we wait, and time will pass quickly."
"Alright."
The two of them sat under the flower stand and played cards.
Half an hour later, a man who looked like a tenant farmer rushed into the county government office in a panic, shouting, "Master, something's happened! A large group of bandits broke into the farm and kidnapped Madam Feng and Madam Feng!"
Ji Changqing, who was leading the accompanying officials and Yunhuai County officials to discuss the resettlement of refugees, stood up suddenly.
"What did you say?"
"Our wife and Mrs. Feng were kidnapped by robbers at the farm!"
The tenant farmer repeated.
Ji Changqing's face suddenly changed.
Magistrate Hu's expression also changed drastically: "Where did these robbers come from? Where are the guards? They couldn't stop them?"
The tenant farmer said with a sad face, "Neither of you ladies brought any guards with you. There were thirty or forty robbers, and we only have about twenty people in our village. We were no match for them. I was the one released by the robbers to deliver a letter..."
County Magistrate Hu's eyes narrowed.
"What letter?"
The tenant farmer pulled a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket.
Ji Changqing snatched it away and saw a line of crooked words written on it: Please come alone within half an hour, your Excellency the Imperial Envoy, otherwise Madam Feng's life will be in danger.
“Bang!”
He crumpled up the letter and threw it on the ground.
"How do I get to the farm?"
He asked in a cold voice.
Tenant Farmer: "After leaving the city, walk three miles and turn left. Go straight to the Seven-Arch Bridge, cross the bridge and walk to the end."
After listening to this, Ji Changqing turned around and walked out of the yamen.
Magistrate Hu hurriedly chased after them: "Sir, you can't trust the robbers! If you go there alone, who knows what they will do!"
The accompanying officials had no idea what was written in the letter, and were shocked when they heard what Magistrate Hu said.
"Think again, sir!"
All the officials shouted in unison.
"Don't fall into the bandits' trap because of impulsiveness. Please sit down first and we will slowly discuss countermeasures, okay?"
Ji Changqing paused, looking back and coldly saying, "Those who were kidnapped weren't your family members, so you can naturally discuss this slowly. My brother died on the battlefield, and my sister-in-law helped me with disaster relief. If anything happened to her, how could I face returning to the capital to see my mother?"
After saying this, he strode out of the yamen, untied the horse, jumped on it, and galloped away.
County Magistrate Hu stamped his feet.
"Master Ji, if you leave, you will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. What should we do?"
He looked at the officials in confusion, and the officials looked at each other.
Ran Xinian, the Minister of Works, sighed and said, "Let's tell Admiral Xuan about this first and have the Third Battalion of the Capital make preparations."
"Why don't we send some people to follow Master Ji?"
The county magistrate proposed.
Magistrate Hu glared at him and said, "What if the robbers kill her? Wouldn't Madam Feng's life be in danger?"
The county magistrate was speechless.
Pei Yunzhan looked at County Magistrate Hu, who was only worried about Ji Changqing and Feng Shi and not worried about his own wife at all, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
County Magistrate Hu was secretly delighted: I never expected that things would go so smoothly. I easily used Feng to lure Ji Changqing.
Next, taking advantage of the fact that the relief team is leaderless and the morale of the troops is in chaos, we can tamper with the wells where they draw water and deal with the Third Battalion of the Capital.
By then, won’t we be able to get the disaster relief silver and food that Ji Changqing brought?
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Ji Changqing drove his horse to the farm, where there was no other sound except the chirping of cicadas.
He dismounted, tied the horse outside the door, walked inside, and found Feng Qingsui and Wuhua at the edge of the field, looking worriedly at the table full of seasonings.
Not far behind the two men, there were forty or fifty people hanging on several large trees.
Without even looking at those people, he asked Feng Qingsui, "What are you doing?"
"Second Master is here?"
Feng Qingsui felt like he had found a savior.
"Hurry up and see how to marinate it. I'm afraid it won't taste good if I don't mix it well."
Ji Changqing chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, fetched water from the well to wash his hands, walked to the stone table, took the seasonings one by one and added them to the basin, stirred them evenly, and then applied them to the inside and outside of the cleanly slaughtered chicken.
Then stuff ginger, onion, garlic and mushrooms into the chicken's abdominal cavity, seal it with toothpicks and wrap it with lotus leaves.
"This chicken needs to be marinated for four hours to be flavorful."
He said lightly.
"Are you planning on staying here until midnight?"
Feng Qingsui: “…”
"I thought I could stuff it into the kiln after pickling it."
No wonder the food she had kiln before was not very tasty.
Ji Changqing hung the wrapped chicken into the well to refrigerate it. "Marinate it as long as it can. Interrogate these people first and then put it into the kiln."
Feng Qingsui narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay."
Pu, who was hung on the tree like the "robber", was frightened when he heard this.
Half an hour later, after interrogating Pu and a group of "robbers", Ji Changqing wrapped the marinated chicken in mud and put it into the fired earthen kiln.
Some taro and yam freshly dug from the farm were also wrapped in it.
Then flatten the earthen kiln.
Feng Qingsui sighed and said, "Second Master, let's play mahjong." Otherwise it would be too unbearable.
Just as she finished speaking, Ji Changqing's slender fingers suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and she was stunned.
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