Chapter 69

Li forgot to worry and looked at the people riding into the village, but they were acquaintances.

The so-called early arrival is not as clever as coming. It is Yang Zuo, the county magistrate of Huxian County, and Liu Xiao, the master bookkeeper, who rode into the village, followed by several yamen servants.

Li forgot to worry and hurriedly got up to welcome him: "Ziyou has seen the Ming House and master Liu's book. What's the matter, two?"

"Ziyou, what's the happy event in the village today?" Yang Zuo asked instead of answering.

On the village road, a long banquet of nearly 100 meters was put out in the open air, which was very spectacular. He also saw such a banquet in a village for the first time.

Li forgot to worry and said with a smile, "hey hey, today, I invite all the villagers to eat pig killing rice. The Ming House and master Liu book will join us and have fun with the people today."

"Pig killing rice?" Yang Zuan heard that it was cheap meat. He was a little unhappy, but he nodded and got off the horse with Liu Xiao.

Seeing that it was the magistrate of the county government who came together with the master book, the old village quickly came to greet and salute, and politely invited Yang Zuo and Liu Xiao to the table.

"Ziyou, why did you think of doing this pig killing rice?"

"Hey, hey, I got a little harvest in Chang'an city a few days ago. In addition, I recently moved back to Dingzhou village and invited the villagers to a banquet."

Yang Zuo nodded without affectation. He took off his boots and took a seat with the director Liu Xiao. The accompanying yamen servant was also greeted by the old village and sat down in other seats.

"Dinner!" the old village shouted, and more than 500 people in the village couldn't wait to stretch out chopsticks at the same time.

Although we haven't seen these dishes on the table, and we don't know how Li forgetful's craft is, it's all meat!

Even if it is cheap meat, few people in the village can touch meat. Only the Niu brothers often go hunting in the Qinling Mountains and can taste meat occasionally. Moreover, most of the harvest of the cattle brothers also need to be taken to the county for food, and there are few opportunities to eat it.

Many village wives and aunts are still muttering. Don't spoil the good meat by Li Xiaolang. What are these methods? Shouldn't meat be eaten with sauce after cooking in a large pot?

But when the first bite of meat was caught by chopsticks and sent to the entrance, the stomach Fei in my heart was no longer seen. There was no other sound except the sound of chewing at the originally noisy banquet.

Meat!

Sweet!

The color is ruddy, the meat is fragrant, soft and rotten... A mouthful is full of happiness.

These villagers who rarely had the opportunity to eat meat, many men and aunts even couldn't help crying at this moment. The children stuffed their cheeks all over the floor. Several children almost choked because they ate too fast.

Talk and chat? Who still has that spare time, whether adults, children or toothless old people, there is only meat in their eyes at the moment.

Including the old village, the whole village is like this reincarnation of a hungry ghost.

Yang Zuan and Liu Xiao looked at each other and shook their heads silently.

In their opinion, it is because they are too poor that these farmers rarely eat meat all year round.

Even Yang Zuan blamed himself. These are the people under his rule, but they live in hardship. It's not good to say.

After Li Er became emperor, he cleaned a large number of old bureaucrats in the former Sui Dynasty. At the same time, he rectified the administration of officials and severely punished corruption.

Following Yu Shinan's example, Yang Zui learned the old man's integrity by seven or eight points. However, no matter how much he loved the people and loved the people, he was not the God of wealth, nor was he able to make all the people of the Tang Dynasty rich.

In the prosperous age of Zhenguan, the people are still suffering.

Holding out his chopsticks and picking up a Dongpo elbow, Yang Zui actually had some nausea in his heart.

The nobles of the Tang Dynasty hardly eat cheap meat like pork, let alone fat meat that looks so greasy.

However, out of the psychology of sharing happiness with the people, Yang Zui still put the meat into his mouth.

At the next moment, Yang Zuo stared in disbelief.

A smell of meat instantly occupied the whole mouth. The fat meat was not greasy, the lean meat was a little chewy, and the fat meat mixed between them suddenly melted open with a trace of sweetness.

The elbow is crispy and rotten. It melts in the mouth, with a little colloidal taste of meat skin... Fat but not greasy, cake but not rotten. It's really the best!

"This, this is really pork?" Yang Zuan still didn't believe that what he had just eaten was "cheap meat". Even the usual beef and mutton didn't taste like this!

Li forgot to worry. He smiled and pulled the word: "ran!"

"What dish is this?"

"Dongpo elbow." Li forgot to worry and replied without much thought.

Yang Zuan looked puzzled: "what is Dongpo elbow?"

Li forgot to worry and was stunned. Only then did he react that Su Dongpo would have to be born for hundreds of years. This Dongpo elbow is a characteristic food of Sichuan cuisine. It is said that it is a traditional famous dish made by Mrs. Su Dongpo Wang Fu. It is named because Su Dongpo likes it very much.

But he couldn't explain that to Yang Zuo. He turned his eyes and replied, "this is what the boy came up with by chance on the East hillside. It's named Dongpo elbow."

Yang Zuo shook his head: "it's not right. Since Ziyou created this dish, why not call it forget worry elbow? It shows that Ziyou created it, and it can also describe the delicacy of this delicious food. The food is forget worry, ha ha."

His words made Li forget his worries, and he turned his elbows into forgetful elbows? Is that really OK?

Liu Xiao nodded again and again: "what the Ming government said is good. The worry free elbow is much more elegant than the Dongpo elbow."

Li forgets worry and is speechless. Come on, forget worry elbow. Anyway, he is becoming more and more skinnless and shameless. It doesn't matter if he plagiarizes more and more.

On the other hand, Su Changqing heard several people talking. In order not to laugh, he turned red and his body trembled.

Li forgot to worry and said nothing. Su Changqing, who tried to hold back his smile, turned his eyes silently. Alas, shame!

After Yang Zuan removed the name of "Dongpo elbow" from history, he no longer talked nonsense. Chopsticks began to fly at the banquet, and almost every dish made him eat with praise.

Liu Xiao was no better than Yang Zuan, even worse. After eating pork with chopsticks, he didn't have time to talk to Yang Zuan, so he ate it himself.

In fact, strictly speaking, Li forget worry's cooking level is average, which is far worse than Su Changqing's skill.

However, the pig killing dish, a big farm dish, does not necessarily require too fine craftsmanship. Su Changqing is not good at it, and he has never cooked in such a big pot.

But even so, in the Tang Dynasty, where cooking is not yet popular, pork is only cheap meat. It is usually cooked in white water. Li forgetful's cooking can be regarded as amazing.

Qiu Kun's fat man ate so much that he almost swallowed his tongue. He didn't dislike any Tian Shirang. He was very happy to rob meat with a table of farmers.

After a long time, the goods finally patted their stomach with satisfaction and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Xiao Lang, your pig killing meal is really delicious. I finally understand what it means to be ignorant of meat in March. Hey, how can I eat the food of those restaurants in Chang'an in the future."

When he had finished his words, Yang Zuo glared at him: "no learning, no skill! Zi heard Shao in Qi and didn't know meat in March. Is that what you mean?"

Qiu Kun didn't understand. He blinked and looked puzzled.

Li forgot to worry and explained with a smile: "March doesn't know meat flavor. It means to be focused and concentrate on nothing else."

Qiu Kun realized that he had misunderstood. He had a thick skin, but he didn't feel ashamed to smile.

The farmers finally slowed down their rush to eat after seven minutes of fullness and began to toast each other with their own rice wine.

In front of Li's table, countless villagers lined up with wine bowls to honor them.

Seeing this scene, Li forgot to worry about his face