Chapter 916 Iron Horse Glacier Comes to Dream

   It is September, the penultimate month of the year. For example, in the imperial capital, it is already snowing.

   In Annan County, which belongs to Nanzhou, in the mountains and fields, it is still a source of vitality.

  Some plants are still green and green, some plants are turning yellow and brown normally, and some plants are bright red.

  This is a vast field.

  The grains in the fields have been harvested and cleared, and even new seeds have been sprinkled, but at the foot of the hills not far from the fields, people are still busy.

   They are clearing or collecting a weed.

  This weed is low and low, about half the height of a human being. There are clusters of pods in the yellow-brown leaves, and inside the pods, there are small grains of millet.

It is said that in a long time ago, this very small grain was still the food of the people here, but when new grains were slowly brought over from the north, this kind of small grain, which was sold poorly and was relatively troublesome to collect, gradually became more and more troublesome. exited the table.

   Today, it is already a kind of weed.

   "Second Uncle, what do you think the adults want the grass for?" A young man gathered a patch of grass together and asked a middle-aged man not far away.

   "How can I know what the adults are planning!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "However, one of those adults belongs to the Medicine King Sect. I guess it may have something to do with it."

   Yaowangzong, the folk name for Yaoshitang.

The one from the Medicine Master Hall was actually acting as a guard, but seeing a large amount of wasteland grass seeds being continuously transported, he was about to fill up this purchase point at the head of the village, and he was also full of puzzlement. and curious.

   There is no doubt that the shopkeeper Tian received this thing for cooking or cooking.

   He didn't know whether it was rice or vegetables, but as a senior apprentice in the Medicine Hall, he knew about the seeds of the grass.

   I can't say how deep I understand it, but I have a basic understanding.

Wasteland grass seeds are slightly sour and astringent, and they are difficult to digest after eating. It is quite poor in every aspect to be used for food. Even in ancient times, only those extremely poor mountain people would use it to wrap belly.

   In terms of pharmacy, what he knows most clearly is that the seeds of wasteland grass are cold in nature and have a small poison! After taking it, it can cause qi deficiency and blood stagnation!

   It doesn’t matter to ordinary people, because the degree is very slight, and it can basically be ignored.

   But for practitioners, especially low-level practitioners, this is tantamount to poison.

  Tongfu Lou’s soup and rice was “Shiquan Dabu”. Now, if you use the seeds of this wasteland for cooking, you can’t talk about “tonic”, right?

   Diarrhea is almost the same!

   His question remained until the return trip, and then he was relieved of the temporary errand and returned to the Medicine Master Hall from Tongfu Building. By the way, he also brought this question back to the Medicine Master Hall, which attracted the attention of many people in the hall.

   After all, Shiquan Dabu Soup is famous for its reputation.

There are many senior pharmacists in the    hall who are now studying that thing, and it is said that a lot of results have been obtained sporadically.

   On the side of Tongfu Building, Tian Hao officially started the operation as the utensils and accessories were all in place one after another.

   One up and one down two rounded stones are butted together to become a grinding object. In the dream, the young master said that this is called "stone grinding".

   Then, soak the well-grown wasteland grass seeds with water, remove those defective products floating on them, the first time, rough grinding, peeling, the second time, fine grinding, grinding into slag.

   The gray-brown seeds were peeled and turned gray-white when they were ground into slag.

   is exactly the same as the scene in the dream.

   Then, pour the dregs into a gauze bag, filter, and discard the residue, leaving only the juice.

   Next, is another crucial step.

   Under the watchful eyes of the big shopkeeper, Lao Cui, the two Tongfulou chefs, and Xiao Luopu, Tian Hao poured a bowl of potion that had been boiled early this morning into the white and gray juice.

   Juice is white and gray.

   The medicine is dark brown and almost black.

  The big shopkeeper took over the task of stirring closely, and while stirring, a layer of gray-brown foam gradually appeared on the top of the juice.

   Skim off the foam and stir.

   Skim off the foam and stir again.

   Then add the medicine for the second and third times, and repeat the action of stirring and defoaming.

   Until the original juice became completely white, and even had a slight fragrance.

  The expressions of the big shopkeeper and the two chefs have become a little holy, and the little Lopp's eyes are shining.

   And when the juice was poured into the big pot, as it boiled, the stronger and stronger aroma gradually wafted out from the pot, even more fragrant than the pancake made of the best flour when it came out of the pot.

   Of course, since Shiquan Dabu Tang was in front, the few people present were not very surprised by the fragrance.

   They were just amazed that the seeds of the wasteland grass, which were originally useless, seemed to be edible after such treatment?

   And it looks pretty good.

   "Chef Tian, ​​is this soup ready to drink when it's boiled?" said a chef who was holding fire.

   "Yes, you can drink it when you boil it, but this is not what we did today." Tian Hao replied.

   Although he said so, but when the pot really boiled, Tian Hao still brought a few bowls over, and each bowl was filled with some heat and aroma.

  The shopkeeper was the first to taste it.

   He is a cultivator, and his cultivation base is not low, so he is not afraid of this hot.

"Huh! Huh...it's pretty good!" First, he took a big mouthful, then slowly sipped and sipped it. The shopkeeper seemed to have fallen in love with this thing by accident, and then he stretched out the bowl, "O Tian, ​​give it to me again. Serve some, no, a bowl."

  Little Lopp also drank quickly.

   "Delicious?" Tian Hao asked.

   In fact, he was drinking himself.

   "Delicious!" Xiao Luopu nodded his head with certainty, and then said, "Uncle Tian, ​​give me another bowl too!"

  Perhaps because of the novelty, the possibility of cheering is not ruled out. Of course, there may be some who really like it, and the two chefs each ordered a big bowl.

   "Actually, it might be better to add some sugar," Tian Hao said.

   "Old Tian, ​​you didn't tell me sooner!" The big shopkeeper laughed and complained. After going out for a while, he brought a jar of candy from the storage room in the backyard.

   Sugar, fine grains.

   This world has done a good job of purifying and processing sugar, even richer than in previous lives.

  In Annan County, under the influence of Yakushitang, many medicinal candies and fructose with different properties and flavors have been in the homes of large families for a long time.

The addition of    sugar really enhances the flavor of this soup.

  Little Lope even smiled happily.

   "Old Tian, ​​this will be my daily breakfast in the future!" After drinking another bowl with sugar, the shopkeeper said directly.

   It seems that he really likes it!

Of course, no problem.

   Drinking directly like this is one of the eating methods that Tian Hao saw in his dream.

   However, it is only the simplest one.

   Next, under the onlookers of a few people who had drank the soup, Tian Hao poured another juice that he had prepared earlier into the boiling cauldron.

   (end of this chapter)