"Wow, it smells so good!"
As soon as the rice cooker was lifted, a gust of white steam rushed to Long Qiu's face. The girl didn't think it was too hot, so she just blinked her eyes and looked inside.
The kitchen uses a stove, one big and one small, the big one for cooking and the small one for cooking. And in that small stove, lay a circle of round and fit white jade balls, each grain was full and neat, dense and irregular.
Long Qiu smelled it, and with a satisfied face, he filled three bowls and put them on the dining table.
Their food has always been very simple, today's dishes are cooked by Gu Yu, smooth tofu, mixed with celery, fried lotus root slices and fish head soup. There is no way, the two girls like vegetarian food, and they gradually lead him astray.
This kitchen has a partition and is sort of a dining room. The three gathered around the table, Xiaoqiu took a sip first, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and said with a smile: "This rice is delicious!"
"Well, thumbs up!"
Xiao Zhai also bit his chopsticks, looking very satisfied.
Let's not talk about cultivating the Tao first, but let's take the theory of traditional medicine as an example. There is essence in the human body, so where does the essence come from? One is the energy generated by one's own flesh and blood through exercise; the other is the energy transformed by ingesting food.
Therefore, the ancients paid great attention to food. Different seasons and different physical conditions required different foods to make up for it.
Healthy people eat healthy food to ensure what the body needs. Those who practice Taoism have changed their life level, and eating these common things will not only be of no benefit, but will hinder their practice.
Only when one reaches the Realm of Bigu can one bid farewell to food.
But now, the appearance of Lingmi just made up for this. The reason why the development of Tianzhu Mountain is of great significance is because of Lingshi and Lingmi, which are the two most basic daily rules.
All in all, the meal was very enjoyable. The three of them refill the bowl on the left and the bowl on the right, until Long Qiu ran to the rice cooker again, and then came back with an empty bowl resentfully.
"No more." Her expression was very innocent.
"How much did you cook?" Gu Yu was also taken aback.
"Uh, almost three catties of rice." Long Qiu thought for a while.
have to!
The atmosphere was instantly awkward. If you poked a mirror in the middle of the table, the three pigs would look like a contrast.
"Oh, I'll be sad for the rest of my life because I can't eat rice."
Xiao Zhai chewed the last celery stalk with a gloomy expression on his face.
There are only ten catties of rice in total. If you are cruel, it will be wiped out in one day. Long Qiu was obviously also worried, and asked, "Brother, do you think our fields can succeed?"
"Look at your luck. They only collected more than 500 kilograms with so many experimental fields. But we are small, and we can collect 50 kilograms, which is enough to eat for a while." Gu Yu said.
"oh… "
The girl nodded, and then asked again: "Then, what if the output of that rice is so small, not enough for everyone to eat?"
Um
Gu Yu looked at her, did not answer directly, but asked instead: "Xiao Qiu, do you know what people are most afraid of?"
"Uh... afraid of death?" The girl was not sure.
"Oh, yes! I'm afraid of death."
Gu Yu stacked several bowls together, cleared the table familiarly, and continued: "Although this is not a fairy medicine, ordinary people can strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives if they eat it. It is even more helpful for monks to practice. Especially For those cultivators who are not innate, the aura born in this rice is gentle and orderly, which is very suitable for them and can greatly speed up their cultivation. Therefore, no matter how scarce resources are, there will be no shortage of them, it depends on how big the scope of your division is. gone."
"..."
Long Qiu looked confused, and asked, "Brother, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."
"The master and the thugs eat first."
Xiaozhai's words are concise and precise.
…
Imperial Capital, Chishui Hutong.
There are more than 7,000 alleys in Beijing, and Chishui is just one of them. It looks unremarkable. The only special thing is that it is very quiet.
Because this area is a serious residential area for the rich and powerful.
Xue Zhao is a standard descendant of the rich and powerful, and his ancestors were once rich, dating back to the founding of the country. Later, after several twists and turns, the entire family withdrew from the political world and all entered the business world.
Of course, on the surface, the Xue family is just a very powerful business family, but anyone who knows the inside story knows that their network of contacts is enough to scare people to death. Even in a place like the imperial capital, the Xue family is well-known.
At dusk, Xue Zhao drove into Chishui Hutong and stopped in front of a courtyard. There are two Ruyi Drum Stones standing at the gate of the courtyard, only the base is left incomplete, but the gate is still brightly colored, obviously modern decoration.
"Crack!"
He knocked on the door knocker a few times, and a woman with gray hair opened the door and said with a smile, "Yo, Ah Zhao is back."
"Aunt Chen, I haven't seen you for such a long time. You don't look old at all. The more you live, the younger you are."
"Hehe, you're the only one who can talk! Come into the house, I'm waiting for you to eat."
This woman is the nanny of the family and raised him since he was a child, older than his parents. People don't call him master, wife, or young master, but they call them names or nicknames.
Xue Zhao went straight to the dining room and saw a middle-aged man sitting at the table reading a newspaper. It was his father Xue Ming.
"Dad, what's the matter with asking me to come back in such a hurry?" He sat opposite and asked.
"Nothing, just have a meal."
The other party put down the newspaper, intentionally or unintentionally, accentuated the pronunciation of the word rice.
"..."
He paused immediately, and hurriedly asked: "Are you divided?"
"Well, our family divided thirty catties."
"It's only thirty catties, what's that enough for?" He couldn't help shouting.
"What are you yelling about? The Zhang family only weighs forty catties, so we are not bad, how much do we have in total?" Xue Ming said.
Tsk!
Xue Zhao remained silent. The strength of the Zhang family was much stronger than his own, but it was only ten catties more. It seemed that this item was indeed in short supply.
"Do we have it every month?" he asked again.
"This time it is a one-time distribution, the follow-up is unclear, and the standard has not yet been formulated."
"Then it can't be counted by head?"
"It's hard to say, this is really possible, for example, two liang per person per month... Heh!"
As Xue Ming was talking, he suddenly laughed, and said: "I remember that the conditions were not good and the living standard was low in the past, and everyone was divided according to this. I didn't expect to have another round..."
He felt a little bit emotional, then lightly revealed it.
The father and son are like two poor guys, sitting here discussing the distribution ratio, it may be funny, but in their circle, every catty and one tael are now tightly held.
After a while, Aunt Chen began to serve dinner.
First, a few plates of light side dishes, then pasta, and finally two bowls of porridge. This white porridge is very thin, and it is so clear that you can barely see a little stickiness, with a few grains of rice floating on it.
She muttered to herself: "I don't know what you are going to do, but you have to drink porridge. It's okay to eat porridge, but this is too outrageous. Can you eat enough?"
"Recently, I have a lot of entertainment, so I want to drink some porridge to scrape off the fat."
Xue Ming waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go do your work, we will do it ourselves."
"All right, I don't care."
The woman left the dining room muttering.
After she disappeared, the father and son picked up the bowls and looked at the porridge with a funny look. They couldn't help it, they were nervous!
After brewing for a while, Xue Zhao leaned over, took a small sip, and then tasted the taste.
Ordinary porridge has a faint watery smell, but this one is different, it only feels fragrant and soft. The porridge slid down his throat and into his stomach. After a few seconds, he felt a thin stream of heat gushing out of his body.
It's like the feeling of taking a sip of tonic wine, but it's not so strong, it penetrates into the limbs and veins gently and naturally.
Xue Ming's side was similar, with an extremely complicated expression.
real!
It really is true!
Even though they had already learned about it, they couldn't help but be inexplicably excited when they tried it themselves.
Xue Zhao grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, and his eating habits are more modern. He hasn't had porridge for many years. But there is nothing left, I wish I could lick the bottom of the bowl clean.
"Hoo..."
After a while, he let out a breath and asked, "Is that so much every day?"
"Yes, they have strict tests, and they will not be able to bear any more." Xue Ming said.
"Oh, what a pity..."
Xue Zhao was very sorry, paused, and then said: "By the way, Dad, my friend told me that I found a tall man recently, let me go and have a look."
"An expert? Is it a Taoist priest?" Xue Ming asked hurriedly.
"No, just a folk."
"It's fine if you're not a Taoist priest. Now Taoist priests across the country are registered, so we can't touch them."
"Tsk, how can I be so stupid?"
Xue Zhao didn't care, and said: "Actually, it's nothing. There are so many houses in the capital, who didn't do tricks secretly? I heard that the prices of fortune-tellers have increased."
"Others are others, we are us!"
"Okay, okay, I know."
The two chatted for a while, and Xue Zhao came out carrying a small bag, which contained one-third of Lingmi.
Xue Ming still trusted his son, so he didn't ask a question. If he asked, he would definitely lock Ya at home, because the place Xue Zhao was going to was called Sheng Tian.