After several fan merchants got out of the prison, they were placed in an empty house in Shijin Lane, and each of them was given a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles, accompanied by a pot of old cellar spring fragrance, which is rare at the moment.
The name of Picking up Gold Alley sounds very auspicious, as if every household in this alley opened their doors and there is gold to pick up. In fact, someone did pick up gold here. The Lord's gold is so rich that he built a courtyard in the next street.
Nowadays, things are changing, people are changing, and gold can no longer be found, but Shijin Alley and Lujia Alley are left behind, next to each other.
Since leaving Xin'an County, Yu Jinnian hasn't made mixed sauce noodles for a long time. Today, on a whim, he collected some mixed vegetables and a piece of meat the size of a palm, and made hand-rolled noodles for those four or five merchants. . Although he didn't roll the noodles by himself, and he didn't cut the dishes by himself, he just moved his hands, moved his mouth, and watched the cook mix a pot of delicious sauce.
The reason why he is so lazy is entirely because Ji Hong is staring at him, he is not allowed to touch the cold water, he is not allowed to be overworked, even if he picks up the long-lost kitchen knife and swings it twice, Lord Ji feels like an enemy, as if he is going to kill him. That knife shredded the corpse into thousands of pieces.
On a scorching summer day, Yu Jinnian was wearing a plain gauze shirt, hung a tube of nourishing red date tea on his waist, and held a bowl of hot rice porridge from Lujia Alley in front of him. The soy sauce noodles sucked, as if living an old life ahead of schedule.
However, Fanshang is Fanshang, and Chen Jiao, who is not used to drinking Daxia, choked out a snot bubble, and opened his mouth to sing a string of birds, which means "spicy and hot". Yu Jinnian saw it in his eyes, felt pain in his heart, and muttered three times in Mandarin: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!" He reached out to touch it secretly, but Ji Hong snatched the jug away, turned around and handed it to Duan Ming to keep it .
"Oh!" Yu Jinnian sighed, "I'm miserable!"
Since their interpreter died of illness, those fan merchants hadn't dealt with Daxia people for a few days, and since Duan Ming took them to the government prison, they had a miserable few days. At this moment, I met a Daxia man who could understand their words, not only rescued them from the prison, but also returned all the goods in their car. I was grateful. I heard Yu Jinnian said that he wanted the salt in their car. Without further ado, they gave them all to him. The salt block was originally used by them to make alkali, and since Yu Jinnian wanted it, they gave it to him.
One of the Fanshang and Yu Jinnian had a very happy conversation, and in the middle of talking, they ran to the courtyard, rummaged through the cargo box, and took out a small wooden barrel that was strong and sealed.
Ji Hong only heard them babbling in a foreign language, and the brown-red-haired fan pushed the wooden barrel into Yu Jinnian's arms, and Yu Jinnian also replied a few words, probably some words of thanks, and then he was happy Gracefully took over the barrel.
He had always thought that outside of Great Xia were just some small frontier countries, and the Fan people were even more vulgar in their words and deeds, disheveled and unrefined, and it was difficult to be elegant, but now he looked at Yu Jinnian in a daze, and listened to the young man's words. Lingling was pleasant to the ear, and when it was Fan Shang's turn to speak later, displeasure appeared on his brows—the scale in his heart was not sure where it was skewed.
The reason why Yu Jinnian was happy was because the merchant gave him nothing but a small barrel of wine.
Yu Jinnian has brewed many different types of wine in the past two years, each with its own taste, but the grapes are the only one, and I always feel that it lacks some flavor. Later, thinking about it, it may be because of the lack of the aroma of oak barrels. Yu Jinnian was too happy to get a small barrel of wine for nothing, fearing that Ji Hong would confiscate it to him again, he hugged him tightly on the way back to his yard from Shijin Lane, and entered the gate without even agreeing to Young Master Jiang's greetings None, he ran to the backyard, his cautious posture was so obvious that even a fool could tell that he was trying to hide something.
Ji Hong stretched out his long arms, and blocked his way like a gatekeeper. Yu Jinnian slammed into his chest with a bucket. With an ouch, he stepped back two steps, raised his head and blinked innocently at the beauty blocking the way.
"What?" Ji Hong said, "Let me see."
"No, it's nothing, it's just a gadget, what's there to see in an old wooden barrel." Yu Jinnian's eyes flickered, this way was blocked, so he changed his way, turned his head and ran to Jiang Bingren's room. But as expected, Duan Ming and others stopped in front of the door before he could escape a few steps.
"Just take a look." Ji Hong walked over, with his unique gentleness on his face.
Yu Jinnian was holding the bucket, reluctant to give it to him, but he was covered in his face, so he said dubiously: "Just to see?"
Ji Hong nodded.
Yu Jinnian handed over the small wooden barrel with grievances. Seeing that Ji Hong was desperate to pry open the seal after taking it, he jumped up excitedly and said, "Don't, don't, don't! Don't open it, it will make you sore when you wake up! Before drinking Just open it!"
"..." Ji Hong immediately understood what it was, and his face turned cold with anger, "I think you want to drink more than you want, and the pain was so painful that you couldn't eat a few days ago, so it will be a little bit better. will do evil again."
"I didn't want to drink it, I just took a look. Besides, it's wine, not strong, and it's good for the stomach..." Yu Jinnian argued halfway through, as if he felt that even ghosts wouldn't believe a word of this when he said it. For Yu Jinnian, a drunkard who is Xin'an, if any wine can live for three days in his hands, it is the blessing of the Buddha, and the sky hangs down. Duan Ming winks at him frequently, signaling him to be lenient when he confesses, and strict when he resists, and to be honest.
Yu Jinnian and Duan Ming exchanged eyeballs for a few times, then hesitated for a long time, and fell silent. He squinted his eyes and sneaked a few glances at Ji Hong. Seeing that his eyes were downcast and cold, he immediately stood upright. With his hands tied in front of his body, he said honestly, "Okay, I know I was wrong."
An old locust tree in the courtyard, with emerald green leaves and round tips, rustled with the wind, and clusters of off-white flowers scattered among the leaves, fluttering and falling on the man's shoulders. The flower seemed to be condensed on his shoulder, motionless like frost. Ji Hong glanced at Yu Jinnian, raised his hand to brush away the Sophora japonica flower, returned the wine to his hand, and said, "Whatever you want."
Yu Jinnian saw that he had left just like that, without even blaming him, he froze under the tree for a while. Duan Ming didn't dare to go with Ji Hong, nor did he dare to leave Yu Jinnian alone, so he retreated shyly to the side.
With Huai Xiang's sleeves down, Yu Jinnian came back to his senses, stuffed the wine into Duan Ming's arms, and chased after him.
Even calling "Ah Hong" a few times, Ji Hong remained indifferent, as if he had entered a state of selflessness. Yu Jinnian pushed the door and went in, but he didn't respond, he just read the official documents on the case in silence, as if Yu Jinnian was no longer in his eyes. He poked his head like a mouse, and diligently helped him grind and push the paper, and he just missed going up to squeeze his shoulders, beat his back, and inquire about his health. It's a pity that Ji Meiren's eight winds don't move, and stagnant water can't make any waves.
Ji Hong was really angry.
Yu Jinnian thought about it, got up to leave, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach, so he squatted beside the desk. Ji Hong paused, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand halfway, but saw him standing up and running outside in a flash, the hesitation quickly disappeared, Ji Hong clenched his fingers, lowered his eyes , speechless, just treat it as if it is out of sight.
Yu Jinnian walked out, yelled at Duan Ming, who was still in the courtyard wearing a log, and asked him to climb a tree to pick up a bald pagoda tree in full bloom. This locust tree eats the tips when it is growing leaves, tastes the buds when it is budding, and tastes the flowers when it is in full bloom. In summer and autumn, all the leaves and flowers can be used as vegetables. Even if it is wilted, it can be used as medicine. Duan Ming climbed up and down to pick a basket of flowers that bloomed just right, and then helped him wash them without complaint.
Hot water was boiled on the stove, Yu Jinnian put the washed Sophora japonica flowers into the tea stove, and boiled them for fragrance, and then twisted a little bit of white sandalwood powder in the tea soup, the sandalwood is refreshing and Qi-promoting, and the white locust tree clears heat and enters the liver, making the tea soup elegant Fragrant. Yu Jinnian lowered his head and sniffed, but he could vaguely smell the smell of broth. He had eaten rice porridge for several days, and his stomach was short of oil and fat. He couldn't bear these meaty things, so he followed the smell Going over, I saw the cook guarding a crock pot, holding a few wontons in her hand.
"What's the stew?" he asked.
The cook shook her cattail fan and said with a smile on her red face, "Lotus root pork ribs soup. My master told me that you like it! But this white lotus root and pork ribs are not easy to stew, no, my master also called it Bao A few wontons that are easy to digest will be soaked in pork rib soup, so that you can taste the freshness in the soup and the fragrance of the wontons!"
Yu Jinnian thought about the day when he yelled to eat pork rib soup, so he gave a dazed oh, and turned back to his tea stove, pinching Zhang Huai leaves in his hand. Duan Ming kept the barrel of wine that caused trouble in the cabinet, walked over and whispered: "Young master, don't blame the prince for being angry, it was really scary when you fell ill that day, the prince guarded you all night, we called everyone Can't move. Now that there is a pandemic in the world, and you fall ill again, he is afraid... "
"..." Yu Jinnian pouted, put back the tea soup that was about to be picked up, and dragged out the remaining half bowl of flour, mixed the dough with the tea soup, carved out flower shapes and heart shapes, put it in a pot and boiled it. He also asked the cook to scoop up a spoonful of pork rib soup and pour it on top of the Sophora japonica noodles. Originally, it was Sophora japonica green tea, but after such a fiddle, a Sophora japonica soup cake was made.
He went to harass Ji Hong again, and waited honestly for Ji Hong to approve the last three essays before he went to the desk and carefully played with his fingers. Duan Ming followed in like a tail, and boasted without changing his face: "Young master made this soup for you, and your fingers almost burned. Would you like to try it, my lord?"
"Talking." Ji Hong said, "Back off."
Duan Ming withdrew awkwardly, stood on the porch and looked up at the sky, feeling that he had been promoted from guard Duan to father-in-law Duan who cared about him.
It took a long time for Ji Hong to put down the pen, and Yu Jinnian hurriedly handed over the bowl when he saw this, his courteous look seemed to have a tail on the back of his buttocks, and he was shaking Ji Hong flatteringly. Ji Hong didn't look at him, picked up the bowl and ate a few mouthfuls, and the blossoming noodles slid into his mouth, with the sweetness of Sophora japonica and the mellowness of white sandalwood, which suits his taste lightly.
After scooping it all the way to the bottom, a piece of bone was actually scooped up. Three words were vaguely engraved on the bone, saying "I was wrong".
Seeing this, Ji Hong's face darkened, he put the bowl back on the table, got up and left.
Yu Jinnian's heart skipped a beat, he wondered why this guy was so difficult to coax this time, he didn't do anything, he just wanted to secretly hide a jar of wine, he was so angry, but he couldn't think of it What's so good about it, I was even more afraid that Ji Hong would throw him out of the door in a fit of anger, so he jumped up, slapped his butt on his knee, and held him tightly.
Ji Honghan said in a voice, "Go down."
Yu Jinnian: "I don't. If I go down, you will shut me out!"
Ji Hong: "Can't you go down?"
Yu Jinnian looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and shook his head like a rattle: "No!"
"Okay." Ji Hong nodded, raised his hand to grab his wrist clasped around his shoulder, narrowed his long and narrow eyes fiercely, "You asked for it yourself, don't blame me if your stomach hurts later on."
Before Yu Jinnian could understand, he was thrown onto the bed by Ji Hong. The curtains, like two large fallen leaves, closed down rustlingly, suppressing the scenery of the couch. Not long after, Yu Jinnian ran away whimpering, but was naturally caught back, locked between a warm body and a solid couch, covered in sweat. Because of the severe twisting, the stomach really hurts, and it protrudes faintly, but it is mixed with the huge joy, and gradually it is not so obvious.
But as someone declared in advance, until the end, he did not stop according to Yu Jinnian's temperament.
"I can't rely on you for everything." Ji Hongdao, "I've spoiled you so much."
The delicate little Yu Hua was tortured to the point of dying and thrown on the messy couch, she was turned into mud and dust, thanking Chun Hong countless times. Yu Jinnian felt like the buds had been ripped out, the core of the trunk had been gouged out, the inside was empty, the bones were scattered and the limbs were soft, and he was put into all kinds of gorgeous and unimaginable shapes, becoming limp flesh on a knife, It is the ribs in Jihong's bowl.
Having been chewed to pieces and run over again and again, Yu Jinnian never dared to say the words "I was wrong", because he realized that he said too many mistakes, and Ji Hong was angry because of these three words. There is such a thing as attempted crime, not to mention that he was just greedy and tried to hide wine but failed, so he provoked such a crime for no reason, and was fried on both sides.
But when he was frying pancakes, he also reflected on himself. It seems that he really can’t blame Ji Hong for being too fierce. It’s because he has too many criminal records. The three words "I was wrong" are like coaxing a child, they come out of their mouths, and they say it very piously every time, no wonder Ji Hong is so angry.
Yu Jinnian reflected on himself on the frying pan, made a profound self-criticism, and asked Mr. Ji to give him a chance to reform himself.
In fact, why didn't he understand that Ji Hong was really worried about himself, and he was deeply responsible for his love. These days, what he drank was rice porridge that nourishes the stomach and cures diseases. Ji Hong also ate the same porridge water. He hated it and didn't want to drink medicine. Ji Hong prepared red dates and honey, tasted it himself, and then fed it. he.
It's all to make him feel less uncomfortable, and to have someone to accompany him when he suffers.
In the end, Ji Hong didn't say anything, just fell into the night, lay beside him, stroked his hair, shook his head and sighed twice, rubbed his waist for him, and soothed his aching stomach... In short, on the second day, he He was a lively young man again. It was rumored in the yard that the two of them had been having an quarrel overnight, and Jiang Bingren didn't even have time to laugh at him. At dawn, he saw the two of them walking out thoughtfully one after the other.
Young Master Jiang hammered the old locust tree, gritted his teeth and said, "The two of them quarreled? Impossible!"
Seeing that Yu Jinnian had finally returned from illness, the members of the imperial physician department, who had already been overwhelmed with work, could only welcome him with tears in gratitude. Yu Jinnian asked someone to carry over a box, in which were several pieces of rock salt that he had begged from a fan merchant, took it out for inspection, and it was indeed as the ancient alchemist said, "burn it with fire, and purple and green smoke will rise", It is relatively pure.
He ordered people to boil the salt, mix it with the previous sugar and salt water, start experimenting with the lower concentration, and tentatively fed it to some patients with severe vomiting and diarrhea. Because there is no way to make precise supplements, and there is no way to remove other impurities contained in rock salt, Yu Jinnian himself is not sure whether drinking this bowl of crudely made rehydration salt is a blessing or a curse. All he can do is try his best to save the lives of more patients.
At least for the lingering sick Yan Sining, this bowl of slightly bitter salt water has indeed become his life-saving talisman.