The white tofu is surrounded by fiery red peppers, and the golden yellow peppercorn powder is everywhere. Some green onions are dotted between the tofu and the meat foam, exuding a light fragrance. This is mapo tofu that integrates the essence of traditional Sichuan cuisine.

His Majesty the Emperor slapped a spoonful of tofu when Wei Ya had just brought it up. Even though the hot straight jumping feet are reluctant to spit out, the anxious thousand degrees are also jumping straight next to it. Looking at the emperor who was anxious, Yun Xiao was really not worth the emperor of the Han Dynasty, this emperor was not as sincere as the village chief of later generations, a piece of mapo tofu was eaten like this, what would be the scene if you ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes?

Swallowing the hot mapo tofu, Liu Qi exhaled a long breath. Said three good things in a row.

"What is this white thing?"

Liu Qi took another spoonful, this time obviously absorbing the lesson, and carefully blew it.

"The name of this thing is tofu. It is made of soybeans and has a tender and sweet taste. What do you think? ”

"Yes, very good."

Wechen wanted to build a tofu factory to specialize in the production of this kind of food. But because I don't have a store in Chang'an, I don't know if His Majesty is willing to buy shares? ”

Lao Tzu's tofu is not eaten for free, how can it be done without leaving some benefits.

"Okay, the shop on Suzaku Street has you a room. It's also a twenty-eight account, and Qiandu wrote it down tomorrow to find someone from the inner government to handle it. And what other good things to bring along. ”

Wei Ya quickly brought two more plates, one was a tender and slender fried pork with bean sprouts, and the other was a stack of thin dough cakes with a large bowl mouth. Yun Xiao took down a sheet of dough cake, took out some bean sprouts and rolled them inside, rolled them into a bucket, and handed them to Liu Qi.

Liu Qi took a bite, the bean sprouts were crisp and pleasant in his mouth, and the lean meat was fragrant and delicious. Qiandu next to him learned from Yun Xiao's appearance, and rolled up four faces before Liu Qi stopped.

Every time I go to your house, I eat the accumulated food, and I go out with me to take a look at your Zhuangzi.

The road on Zhuangzi is a little difficult to walk, and the original road has been opened. Batu is leading people to pave pieces of bluestone slabs on the road, and they have already been paved for a while. Liu Qi walked up, very smooth, giving people a sense of steadiness. The farmers were digging drainage ditches on both sides of the road, and they all climbed up to say hello when they saw the Hou Ye coming.

"Ditches should be dug on both sides of the road so that there is no water accumulation in the summer. Standing water breeds mosquitoes and flies, and the plague is infected by these mosquitoes. ”

"Oh"

Liu Qi looked at the dry and hot Zhuangzi very curiously, he had never seen any Zhuangzi with such a scene before, aren't the villagers all lazy to eat? Why do you work so hard?

"Why do the farmers on your farm work so hard?"

Liu Qi thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with an answer, so he asked casually.

"The farmers have to record their daily labor, and at the end of the month, they can exchange labor for money and grain. The guy who doesn't work will be deducted points, and the farmer's life will be prosperous, so he will have to work hard. Those who are idle can only watch others eat white flour buns, and eat coarse millet themselves. After a long time, the farmers have worked hard like this. ”

"Oh, you can do it. How about I give you a county to shepherd? ”

"It's hard for a micro-minister to take on a big job."

"I look at your Zhuangzi and take care of it very well."

"Back to His Majesty, Weichen takes care of it well because Zhuangzi is his own. The annual harvest is in the minister's personal pocket, and the work on the village is also recorded by Weichen himself. So there is no difference, if it is changed to a county, how can Weichen remember it. The scribes below will fill their pockets, and those who are close will remember more and those who are far away will be less counted. After a long time, there will be public resentment, and when the public resentment boils and is revealed, it is the day when the minister's head falls to the ground. ”

"Oh, what do you say?"

"The minister has no choice, so the minister can only manage one Zhuangzi."

"Hahaha, you little slippery head."

Xiaobai is unscrupulous in the village, and the children in the village are not afraid of Xiaobai. surrounded Xiaobai to tickle it, and some of them were still complaining to Xiaobai that there were wolves in the back mountain, hoping that Xiaobai would have some free time to control Yunyun. After scratching the itch, the children asked Wei Qing for rock candy to eat, and a piece of shiny rock candy was the best reward for the children.

Some of them didn't come to complain to Xiaobai, and in the face of the aggrieved child, Xiaobai immediately turned into the embodiment of justice, and begged Wei Qing with his teeth and claws. Helpless, Wei Qing had no choice but to distribute all the rock candy that was intercepted. The happy child and the depressed Wei Qing complement each other.

The old man who was drinking porridge at the entrance of the village greeted Yun Xiao with his mouth without a few teeth.

Liu Qi looked at the children who were running and eating with white-flour buns, and then looked at the gruel in the bowls of several old people at the base of the wall, and gave Yun Xiao a slap in the face. There are often such things in the countryside Zhuangzi, only the old man is given gruel and the leftover grain is given to the young and strong to eat, and there are even cases of deliberately starving the old man to death. The elderly are too old to work, and there is no value in continuing to feed.

As soon as the slap fell on Yun Xiao's head, a pair of chopsticks smashed on Liu Qi's face, and then a pottery bowl fell on Liu Qi's head. Wei Juan, Qiandu and the others were stunned, and Wei Juan, who reacted, went to the old man's house with a knife.

The assassination of the emperor will not be wronged against you. A group of guards drew their knives one after another and killed the old man who couldn't stand still.

"Stop."

Liu Qi wiped a handful of rice grains on his face and shouted.

Wei Juan forcibly stopped the knife that had reached the top of the old man's head.

"Old man, I beat him to get angry for you, why did you throw me?"

Liu Qi asked the old man very suspiciously, he couldn't think of what gave this old man the courage to beat him.

"I know that you are a nobleman, and you don't dare to fight back if you beat the Hou Ye. But no matter how expensive you are, you can't beat the Hou Ye on the Zhuangzi. I'm a few lonely old men, and I've lived a handful of years. I've seen everything, who hasn't starved to death a few people. My son died in conscription, he died in battle, I lived sixty-five years old, and when I died, I was left with one left, and I was enough to kill or chop whatever you wanted. ”

Another old man also said: "Brother, if you don't beat him, I will beat him." Mu Youhou raised a few of my brothers, and we had already starved to death. This Zhuangzi didn't starve to death in any year, and since the Hou Ye came, he starved to death. The baby on the Zhuangzi used to have a color on his face, but now he is as strong as a calf running all over the mountain. To be a man is to speak of conscience, you see that this bowl is not coarse rice, but precious corn. ”

The old man picked up the pottery bowl and pestle it on Liu Qi's face and asked Liu Qi to see the food in the bowl.

"We want to eat buns too. But look at our teeth, have you eaten them? An old man next to him pointed to his mouth and revealed to Liu Qiwei.

The embarrassed Liu Qi left the Yunjia Zhuangzi with a head of gruel and his own minions, and he was in a heavy mood when he came.

Autumn is harvested, and the golden waves of wheat roll symbolize the ripening season. Everyone is happy when they see the wheat waves in the field, at least they won't be hungry this year. For thousands of years, the thinking of the Han people was simple, and their hard work was for the joy of the autumn harvest. Probably the most peace-loving people in the world are the Han Chinese, who do not advocate looting or killing. In their eyes, everything can be obtained through labor, and asking the heavens for food and the land for grain is what the Han family should do.

However, God seems to want to play tricks on these simple, kind, and peace-loving Han families, and every era will place a wolf-like neighbor around the Han family. Killing is their game, looting is their amateur activity, and they carry out round after round of slaughter against the peaceful and kind Han family again and again. Their outstanding representatives are the Turkic, Khitan, Mongol, and Jurchen. In this era it was the Huns.

In the past, Yun Xiao often heard the words of the descendants of Yan and Huang and the Chinese nation. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he has a deep national pride, but the history teacher with thick lenses did not say it in detail. Only to sù Yun Xiao, the righteous incarnation of Emperor Yan and the Yellow Emperor jointly defeated the incarnation of evil, Chi You. So the nation was integrated, the world was unified, the Chinese nation was born, we are all the descendants of Yan Huang, the world is equal, and so on.

Fart, pure fart. After listening to Yun Xiao's narration, the old man gave such an evaluation. So Yun Xiao heard a different Chinese nation.

The Chinese are a farming people who grew up in the Yellow River Valley, and the Xia are nomadic people who grew up in the Yellow River Valley. The Yellow Emperor surnamed Xuanyuan and the Yan Emperor surnamed Youxiong were the bosses of the two tribes respectively, and the tribal struggle at that time was actually similar to the current underworld land grabbing. The two tribes often open films, with the Xiong clan having strong soldiers and strong horses, and the Xuanyuan clan having a large number of people. The strength of the two sides is roughly balanced, and no one can help the other.

The balance was finally broken, and a southern guy named Chi You came, and it is said that this guy has a face like a bull's head, and his wings on his back are infinitely powerful, and he is very violent. He was fierce and his brothers were fierce, and he had eighty-one brothers, all of whom had copper heads and iron foreheads, eight arms, and nine toes, all of whom had extraordinary skills.

Such a fierce man came to grab the territory, which made Xuanyuan Boss and Youxiong Boss Yali very big. So the tribal contradictions that had been fighting for hundreds of years were calmed down, so Boss Xuanyuan and Boss Youxiong bowed down and worked together to deal with the outsider called Chiyou.

It turns out that the strong dragon can't overpower the ground snake, after all, it has been mixed in the Yellow River Valley for so many years. The two bosses teamed up to kill Chiyou and his eighty-one brothers. After the victory, it is necessary to decide who will be the boss, after all, it is not for some bullshit national integration, but for the greater good.

Our ancestors were very intelligent, they solved the problem in the most democratic way----- took turns to sit in the bank. If you do it for one term, I will do it for one term, and if you are not authentic, don't blame me for settling accounts after the autumn. Even in modern times, this is an ideal structure of checks and balances (see the donkey-elephant controversy in the United States today).

This gave rise to several so-called Ming monarchs in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor - the Chinese people. Emperor Yan --- Xia clan. Shennong's ---- Chinese ethnic group. Dayu (that is, the one who controls the water) ---- the Xia clan.

The greed for power doomed such a system to not last long, and Dayu's son Qi did not abide by the agreement to transfer power, but decided to be the boss himself. Because he is a Xia clan, everyone calls him Xia Qi, and his gang is called Xia.

The reason why I say so much is because many years later, the Chinese drove out the Xia who did not abide by the contract. Those Xia people who ran to the grassland are the ancestors of the Huns and those steppe peoples who will look at the Central Plains in the future.

Broadly speaking, this is an internal contradiction among the people.

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