Chapter 954 Where are we flying to?

Chapter 954 Where are we flying to?

Chapter 954 Where are we flying to?

Everyone pondered.

A pier is a long embankment extending from the land to the water, where land and water meet.

Liangqu, the Earl of Xingyi, was from Pingyang, Nanhuai. Pingyang Prefecture was adjacent to the Jianghuai marshes, with lush reeds. There was a port every ten steps, a yard every hundred steps, and a harbor every thousand steps.

The water town environment has a great relationship with Liang Qu's life. It is not difficult to understand why he eats and sleeps there.

Only the fries...

"A bulbous rhizome plant with a diamond-shaped stem and fine hairs, buried deep in the soil. It is similar to peanuts, large in size, with a thin yellow skin. One is enough to fill a person's stomach. It can be eaten whether roasted or boiled. Sprinkle with a thin layer of salt, and it tastes delicious and unique. Unfortunately..."

Liang Qu sighed.

He recalled seven years ago.

At that time, chili peppers and various spices were brought in by the Western Army and had just become popular in Dashun, becoming a new flavor to replace pepper. He took advantage of the opportunity to create a spicy hot pot, which became popular and he made a small profit.

Nowadays, all kinds of hotpot are common in the imperial capital, but potatoes are still buried in some corner and have never been seen.

I miss it a lot, but I don’t know if it exists or not.

"The skin is thin and yellow, buried deep in the soil... Is this what Junior Brother is talking about a potato?"

"Ok?"

Liang Qu looked up suddenly and saw that the person who spoke was none other than his senior brother Yang Xu!

He nodded hastily.

"Yes, potatoes, potatoes. Big Brother, how come... By the way, Big Brother, you are the one who developed the Western Army! Is there this in the Western Army?"

Liang Qu's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"wait……"

Without any nonsense, Yang Xu took a step forward, jumped out of the floating island, fell straight down from the sky, and landed in the Fulong Temple below.

The sudden scene aroused everyone's curiosity, and the brothers who were waiting for food in the kitchen also gathered around.

In no time.

Yang Xu leaped over carrying a sack. The sack fell to the ground and was opened. The smell of dry soil diffused, and under the gray soil, there was a golden and round color.

really have!
potato!

Liang Qu's eyes lit up, he raised his hand to grab it, rubbed the dirt away with his thumb and took a deep breath. The smell rushed straight to the back of his head, bringing back delicious memories from very long ago, and his heart began to beat lightly.

That's it!
Can’t be wrong!
Another familiar thing returns!

Life!
"That's it! That's it! Brother, how did you get this? And you brought it on board?"

"I'm curious about how you, Junior Brother, grew up in Huaiyin, and how you know about potatoes." Yang Xu was in a good mood when he saw that his Junior Brother was happy, so he didn't dwell on such trivial matters. "This thing came together with the peppers, and it is said that it was born in a small country in southern Xinjiang.

The horse team made a big circle, and was carried by the merchant to the Western Army. From the Western Army, the news was passed back to the imperial capital. When the per-acre yield was known, His Majesty asked him to bring seedlings that year. "

"Why hasn't it been popularized for so many years?"

"There are several problems. First, the yield per mu is high, but the more you plant it, the smaller the seeds get. I have found a solution to this problem. Just rotate the seeds every three seasons to save them. This kind of grain cannot be grown quickly. It takes several years to grow.

The second is that potatoes contain too much water. Unlike rice and wheat, they can be aged for several years or even dried for more than ten years. They can only be planted in the season and eaten for half a year. They must be planted in proportion, otherwise if there is a famine, everything will be gone.

Fortunately, the West Army has been growing it for a few years, and has basically figured it out, and compiled a booklet. I almost vomited from eating it in the West Army, but it’s good to try it occasionally, so I brought back several bags this year. We privately call this thing potato because it looks like a bell. "

"Horse bell?"

The little mirage dragon fell into deep thought and flew to the back of the yard.

“It seems so!”

The sound came from across the courtyard wall, mixed with Chishan's dissatisfied snort, and everyone laughed.

Huaikong bows.

"Master, since we have this thing, can you teach us what French fries are?"

The six demon trials reveal one’s true nature.

It may be helpful to draw inferences from one similar case to another.

"Simple!"

Gurgling.

In the kitchen, golden vegetable oil is poured into an iron pot, a fire is lit, and water is added to wash it.

Otter started to pick up a grass stem and stepped on the wooden barrel with one foot. Finally, he freed his hands. He took the potato in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other and quickly cut the skin, peeling it all the way from beginning to end with one cut.

Place the clean potatoes on the chopping board and put the strips of equal sizes into the basket.

wow~
The remaining water and oil splashed onto the edge of the pot.

It took less than a quarter of an hour.

In several white porcelain plates, golden wolf tooth French fries, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, were steaming hot.

Taotaokai picked up a pinch of salt, stretched out his neck like a swan, and the snow-white salt grains rubbed against his brown fur and fell thinly.

“Is this French fries?”

"Taste it."

Porcelain plate pushes forward.

Liang Qu dropped the rag, reached out to pick up one, and put it in his mouth.

The man stretched out his hand, the woman took the chopsticks, put the food in their mouths, their eyes shining.

good to eat!

Delicious!

Many ingredients are eaten for their original flavor, which is very "pungent", such as pea tips and potatoes, which are among the best.

The potatoes were fried and their simple deliciousness was even more magical. It almost opened the minds of Huaikong, Yuan and others, and they vaguely understood the meaning of the phrase "ordering French fries at the dock".

"The wharf is where land and water meet. It may seem simple, but in fact, there are fishing boats, merchant ships, and warships. It is where ordinary people live, where they fight for a living, and even where they fight for wealth."

"French fries are potatoes. They are delicious. If they are promoted, they will become the basic food of rice and a common meal. But if they are not promoted, they will travel thousands of miles and be very expensive. A serving in a restaurant can cost more than ten taels. It is also a delicacy that is hard for ordinary people to find."

Huaikong put the cigarettes one by one into his mouth, his thoughts colliding, and he was surprised to realize the mystery of these words. One sentence, seven words, seemingly ordinary, but in fact the entire journey of life is contained in them, covering everything.

Needless to say, the fisherman.

As great as the Holy Emperor, the world is the "water and land port" and the two taxes a year are the "French fries".

Finish one serving.

Then take out the newly fried French fries with a bamboo colander, knock them to drain the oil and water, and there will be a friction sound when the French fries collide.

Liang Qu found a charcoal pencil from the stove, looked around, and started painting on the white wall.

The fragrance here even attracted the wonderful-winged bird on the eaves, and it took the long strip from Huaikong's hand.

"Ahhhh, it smells so good!"

The little mirage dragon held a bunch of food in its arms, its mouth was bulging, and its dragon tail was swinging back and forth. It was still not satisfied after eating, so when no one was paying attention, it secretly hit the porcelain plate and flew out.

Awei opened his mouth, bit the tail and pulled the third prince suspended in mid-air.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Let me go, I want to deliver it to Sister Ae Young! Ouch! What are you doing, Boss!"

"Isn't your sister Eying here?" Liang Qu held the charcoal pencil and knocked it on the head.

The little mirage dragon turned around in surprise and found Long Eying looking at him. He smiled awkwardly and was about to put down the porcelain plate, but after thinking for a while, he took it up and flew up: "I'm going to give it to the master!"

"Thank you, three donors."

"what?"

The little mirage dragon felt a lightness on his head and watched his porcelain plate being taken away and put back on the table.

"Grandmaster!"

Everyone salutes.

The old monk shook his head: "Eat your food."

Liang Qu looked around and didn't see the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint. He turned around and continued painting: "Master, is the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint here?"

"Wait until you recover."

Some people don't understand, while others know clearly what's going on.

Fortune for fortune.

There is still one [Slay the Dragon] that has not been returned.

It is not polite to go without coming back; it is also not polite to come without going back.

"Okay, that's about it!"

Liang Qu dropped the charcoal pencil.

Everyone looked up.

There is a black painting on a white wall, with a four-square grid on top. Simple black lines outline the sky, the tide, and the reefs. The main subjects are two water birds, and the cloud-like boxes are filled with the conversation of the two water birds.

"Where are we flying to?"

"I'm going to go to the dock later and get some chips."

"You misunderstood me, man. What I meant was, what is the ultimate goal of our life, in the final analysis, what is the purpose of living?"

"To get some fries at the dock later."

The dialogue is simple yet humorous, making the water bird answering the question look not very smart, but no one can say that a water bird is not smart.

The wonderful-winged bird at the table swallowed the French fries and lowered its head to reach into the porcelain plate.

The otter opened its claws and grabbed the bird's head.

A corner of the porcelain plate was lifted up by the wings, and it was spinning around on the table, making a clinking sound.

"I see……"

Yuan muttered to himself and sat cross-legged.

He had an epiphany.

Liang Qu wiped his hands.

"The Dharma Assembly is about to begin, let's go."

(End of this chapter)