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There is a bit more joy of harvest in Jinling City in autumn.
The staple food of the Ming Dynasty used to be rice and wheat, but later potatoes were added. There was even news outside that the Ministry of Agriculture and Vegetables was working on a high-yield crop that was as high as potatoes.
¡°Twenty years ago, this news would have made people flock to it, and everyone would be talking about it.
But now that there are potatoes, people who don¡¯t have enough to eat will only be laughed at.
It was just dawn, and Jinling City gradually woke up.
There are many people who can afford breakfast now, but most of them cook it at home.
There are many types of breakfast outside, but the most popular ones are pasta.
The most popular types of pasta are naturally pancakes and noodles, but this is the old calendar, and the current northern pasta is no longer Wu Xia A Meng.
?? ??Fried pancakes are everyone¡¯s favorite and are a pleasure to eat. After taking a bite, the oily aroma penetrates directly to the tip of the nose. Then it invades the brain from the nose, and coupled with the aroma of noodles forced out by deep-frying, the taste can make people want to continue eating.
The breakfast stall is just a door panel with two high stools underneath.
The door panel is the operating table. Next to it is a double-burner stove, a large one cooking soy milk, and a small one cooking pancakes.
The person running all this is a half-grown child.
The autumn morning was a little cold. The child scooped some lard into the pan and put the spread pancake down.
Smoke suddenly rose from the pot and made a sizzling sound.
As the fragrance filled the air, Fang Xing sat on the bench next to him and sniffed, saying, "Don't get confused! Is there any oil residue? Add a little more."
There are three narrow tables here, and they are all full now.
Most of these people have jobs in the city and have to rush, so they eat quickly.
A sip of the scalding soy milk warmed your body. For a moment, there were sounds of slurping all around, but those people were all looking at Fang Xing and the servants sitting around him.
"Brother is a rich man!"
A big man with a bad family was envious of the teenager grabbing a small oil residue in a bowl on a bowl, and then pressed it with a shovel in a pot, and he drooling.
Fang Xing smiled and said, ¡°You can afford it too!¡±
The big man shook his head and said, "I can't bear to part with it. If I have the money, I might as well keep it and buy a piece of candy for my child."
When the young man over there saw that the oil residue had sunk into the dough, he used a spatula to flip the oil cake over.
"Zi"
The oil residue made a louder sound when heated, and then the fragrance gradually filled the air.
Fang Xing squinted and smelled the fragrance, and said impatiently: "Don't be confused!"
The young man pressed the oil cake, turned around and looked at Fang Xing with a frown, and said, "I know the heat!"
Fang Xing said sarcastically: "Okay, I'm just worried."
The young man snorted and skillfully turned the pancake over again.
At this moment, the oil cake has turned yellow, and then a little gray. It doesn¡¯t look good, but it makes people can¡¯t help but move their index fingers.
After a while, the pancakes were ready. The boy used a bamboo knife to divide the pancakes into four pieces and asked Fang Xing, "Do you want hot sauce?"
"Yes, more."
Fang Xing rubbed his hands and couldn't wait any longer. The young man smiled confidently when he saw it, then spread the hot sauce on the pancake and put it on a plate and brought it over.
"A bowl of soy milk."
Fang Xing picked up a piece of oil cake and took a happy bite. The oil residue exploded in his mouth, and he could even feel the slightest bit of lard flowing in his mouth. Then the aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of noodles suddenly burst out, filling the mouth everywhere.
Fang Xing closed his eyes and chewed slowly. When he heard the sound of putting something in front of him, he touched it and brought the soy milk to his mouth.
There is no sugar in the scalding soy milk, but the rich bean aroma in the entrance washes the mouth that is dominated by the aroma of the pancake. Fang Xing suddenly feels that his life is complete now. ,
A man walked over quietly. Xin Laoqi looked back, and the vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated.
The man walked up behind Fang Xing and whispered: "Uncle, everyone on the list has been captured."
Fang Xing was drinking soy milk. Hearing this, he took a bite of the pancake and nodded with satisfaction.
The man behind him turned around and left. Fang Xing ate the pancake and then walked back to the station.
"Master, aren't you going to the Ministry of War?"
Fang Xing shook his head and said: "The big deal is settled. The best thing now is to be gentle, and I am here to be a deterrent. There is no stability up and down."
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?????????????????????The people blocked the city gate.
Two old men stood in front, with a big man holding a plate behind them.
¡°Master, it¡¯s about practicing wine!¡±
Fang Xing felt warm in his heart, dismounted his horse and walked over slowly.
The two old men cupped their hands, and the people behind them saluted.
The sergeant guarding the city stood on the edge watching this scene with some inexplicable joy.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xinghe."
An old man turned around and took a bowl of wine, and another old man said: "Some people are dissatisfied at the sight of blood, and some are dissatisfied at the lack of benefits, but there is no place without rules. The solemn peace in the south started with my uncle"
Fang Xing looked at the people with their heads lowered and knew in his heart that this was true practice.
They were afraid that the gentry would see what they were like, and they were afraid of being retaliated against later, but they still came.
But after clearing the acres, they will pay a lot less taxes this year.
This is the benefit. People only see this. They will believe whoever can give them benefits.
This realistic and simple view of likes and dislikes has little research value, but it is worth pondering and exploring by every official.
Fang Xing felt excited, took the wine bowl, raised his head and drank it.
The drink flowed down his chin, and his throat kept surging.
He finished the bowl of wine and said with a smile: "Thank you all for sending me this. No matter what others think, days will pass slowly and everyone will slowly know what is good and what is bad. Daming"
He put the bowl back, looked at these people and said: "Tomorrow will get better and better, and your life will also get better and better."
There was an old man holding the horse for him. Fang Xing was frightened, but he couldn't refuse.
After getting on the horse, he cupped his hands and said: "A good family is not really a good thing, and thousands of families are smiling. This is your Majesty's original intention. I only hope that the north and the south can be bathed in the sunshine."
"Bo Xinghe travels slowly"
Everyone stepped out of the way and bowed in unison.
Fang Xing went out of the city and saw that the Jubaoshan guards had gathered outside the city, so they gathered together.
As the footsteps faded away, the people gradually dispersed.
¡°The latest Ming Ming Bao is here!¡±
The sun was high in the sky. A horse entered the city and stopped at the city gate. Two young men took a bamboo tube.
Open the bamboo tube, and inside is the Ming Pao.
They put newspapers on the wall inside the door, and gradually some people gathered around.
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