"Brother, what are we going to eat?" The little sister looked at Luo Feng carrying the bag of white noodles and asked with some concern. The Luo family eats white noodles not much, the Luo family is at the foot of Changbai Mountain, there are many slopes here, and they have always been mainly planted with millet grains.

Occasionally, there is a little leftover, and it is also eaten as wheat rice, but it is very rare to grind it into flour.

"Just do something about it."

Luo Feng originally wanted to make some dumplings to make some steamed buns, but when he thought about it, he didn't have yeast, although he could use old noodles without yeast, or he could ferment with sake lees, but in this rural place, these would be the same for a while.

Simply, just make a simple noodle soup.

Find a wooden basin, pour about a pound of flour, think about it may not be enough, a large family in the family, people in this era are not less than later people, less non-staple food, less oil and water, resulting in the amount of food in this era is actually generally large.

Luo Feng simply poured about half a bucket of flour. One liter of the Sui Dynasty was only about 0.6 liters of later generations, so five liters of Sui was actually three liters, and one liter of flour was five hundred grams, which was not much.

After adding water and flour to knead into a shiny dough, he brought a rolling pin to roll the dough into a dough, and rolled it thinner and thinner until it was thicker than paper.

"Brother, you are really good at rolling noodles, did you learn it when you were digging the river?" Xiaomei asked curiously.

"Well, my brother has learned a lot of skills outside."

Cut the rolled dough into long sheets, about a finger wide.

"Little sister, where is the oil at home?"

"There's no gas left at home." The little sister replied.

This surprised Luo Feng, how to eat food when he didn't have oil. As a result, the little sister said that the family had not eaten oil for a long time.

"Let's go next door and borrow some." Luo Feng reluctantly called Xiao Liu, "Xiao Liu, you go next door to borrow some oil." ”

The little sister said that it was okay to do it without oil, but Luo Feng still decided to borrow some oil, it would be more delicious if there was oil, not to mention that now that he has money in his hand, he can borrow some oil and pay it back.

Xiao Liu's movements were quite quick, and after a while, he came back with a bowl of oil, which was lard.

Originally, Luo Feng thought that it was vegetable oil such as vegetable oil or sesame oil, but Xiao Liu said that the house next door only had this lard, "The Wang Laocai family in Wangzhuang next door has mutton fat, and sesame oil is only available to the big monks in the temple on the mountain." ”

"Lard is fine."

Later generations paid attention to health, so they thought that vegetable oil was better than animal oil, and in the Sui Dynasty, in fact, vegetable oil was relatively less, although there were also, but it was not common, and people ate more animal oil, especially the cooking method of this era was generally boiled and stewed.

Even aristocratic officials ate mutton fat in the era, and it was good for the people to eat lard. As for sesame oil, in fact, it is only used when making foods such as pancakes, and other times vegetable oil is more used as lamp oil.

borrowed oil, but Luo Feng found that there were no side dishes at home.

There are no tomatoes that go well with noodle soup, neither zucchini, not even spinach.

According to historical records, it seems that spinach has been introduced to China at this time, but this is a new vegetable species, which is generally not seen on the market, and only has it on the table of a few aristocratic officials, and tomatoes seem to have been introduced to China from the Americas at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Xiao Liu went out again, this time borrowing a little woad from another neighbor's house.

Woad is also cabbage, but the quality is far less good than that of cabbage in later generations.

He also got a little vegetable from his own vegetable field, just a handful of shallots, and a handful of shallots, this dish is common in ancient poems, he looked at it twice and felt very familiar, this should be called scallion in later generations, like green onions and garlic.

The side dishes are barely there, but the seasoning is pitiful.

The little sister took out a small clay pot, black but very mysterious.

It turned out to be a small salt shaker, picking out a little bit, a large particle of salt, not white, yellow with black, obviously a lot of impurities.

But according to what Xiaomei said, it is such salt, which is also very expensive.

The salt at home is exchanged for grain, sometimes going to the county market to change, sometimes someone will pick salt down to exchange for grain, one liter of salt for ten liters of grain, it has always been this price, the price of salt is ten times the price of grain.

The price of salt is high, but the quality is still very poor.

The wet dough sheets made of one pound of flour are about three or four taels a catty, and these three catties of flour are poured with about four catties of dough sheets.

Set the smoked black clay pot on the fire.

The little sister began to light the fire, she first took a handful of pine needles and put them under the pot, then took a stone sickle to make the fire, and after leading it, she began to put small pine branches on it.

Without a chimney, it is not easy to burn the fire, and a few more firewood will be extinguished again, so the little sister picked up a fine mangosteen tube that opened through the joints to blow the fire, and the smoke was blowing everywhere, and finally it was lit again.

The clay pot is very thick, and the heating is also very slow, and it took a while to feel the heat of the pot, so Luo Feng scooped a few spoonfuls of frozen lard into the pot, and the quality of this lard was not very good, not snow-white but yellowish.

However, after the lard melted in the pot, it was still very fragrant, and the little sister sniffed while burning the fire, and said that the oil was too much.

"Put more oil and it's delicious, let's have a good meal today."

After the pot melted into a hot fragrance, Luo Feng grabbed a handful of washed herbs and shallots and threw them into the clay pot and stir-fried.

"Little sister, how about the husband of the third sister and the fourth sister?" When the water was boiling, Luo Feng asked the little sister.

"The third brother-in-law is a hunter, with a big scar on his face, people call him a big scar, I heard that he was bitten by a leopard when he was hunting before, because he has this big scar and has not been able to marry a good wife. How good the third sister is, she was wronged to marry him. The little sister said with some loss.

Luo Feng also understands a little that in this era of paying attention to a dowry when a woman marries, a woman without a dowry is like an Indian girl in later generations, she can't marry without a dowry, and even if she marries, she will be embarrassed by her husband's family, and her life is very difficult.

If the third brother-in-law didn't have such a defect, he might not be willing to marry the third sister.

Sandou Guzi married the third sister, which was really cheap for him, but if the third brother-in-law was good to the third sister, Luo Feng would still be able to accept it.

"Last time, when the third sister came back, she said that her husband's family was good to her."

"That's good, what about the fourth sister? How's it going? ”

The two sisters were married one after the other, and the difference was only half a month, the third sister married a scarred hunter, but the fourth sister married a boatman. The fourth brother-in-law's home is on the north side of Changbai Mountain, where he is a boatman on the river, crossing passers-by and sometimes fishing.

Life is actually very hard, the fourth brother-in-law is said to have married a daughter-in-law before, but he died of illness a few years later, and now he is thirty years old, and he married Luo Feng's fourth sister.

This is the continuation of filling the house, the four brothers-in-law still have three children left by their ex-wife, two boys and one girl, the eldest is ten years old, and he used to be a stepmother.

"If only I had come back sooner."

The little sister wiped her tears, and she didn't know if it was smoky or what, "Fifth brother, you're back, but Aya and the eldest brother, the second brother, the third brother, and the fourth brother don't know when they will come back, Aya and the eldest brother have been going to Zhuojun to build ordnance for more than a year, and there is no news." ”

"It should be soon." Luo Feng can only comfort his little sister like this.

The water boiled, Luo Feng hurriedly put the noodles in the pot, the noodles boiled for a while, and seeing that they were almost cooked, Luo Feng put in the woad and shallots that had been cut off before.

Stir a few times and add salt to taste.

"Well, it's ready to eat."

Three liters of flour, rolled out four catties of dough sheets, and then add water to boil, suddenly full of a large pottery pot of dough soup, white wide noodles, with green cabbage, although only put lard and coarse salt seasoning, but sprinkle some green onions on the noodles, suddenly the aroma hits, beautiful and smelly.

It's really beautiful, and the little sister's eyes are straight, "I didn't expect the fifth brother to be so good at cooking soup cakes!" ”