Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 916 The Iron Horse Glacier Comes Into a Dream

It was September, the penultimate month of the year, as in the imperial capital, it was already snowing.

But in Annan County, which belongs to Nanzhou, among the mountains and fields, there is still a school of vitality.

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

Here is a vast field.

The grain in the field has been harvested and cleared, and even the new seeds have been sprinkled, but there are still people busy at the foot of the hill not far from the field.

They were clearing or gathering a weed.

This kind of wild grass is low, about half the height of a person, with clusters of pods growing in the yellow-brown leaves, and small grains of millet growing in the pods.

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

Today, it is already a kind of weed.

"Second Uncle, what do you think those grown-ups do with these open-up grasses?" A young man gathered a piece of open-up grass together, and asked a middle-aged man not far away in his busy schedule.

"How can I know the plans of the adults!" 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."

Medicine King School, the folk name for Pharmacist Hall.

The one in the Pharmacist Hall is actually acting as a guard, but seeing a large number of wasteland reclamation grass seeds being transported over, almost filling up the purchase point at the head of the village, he is also full of puzzlement and curious.

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

He doesn't know whether it's rice or vegetables, but as a senior apprentice of Pharmacist's Hall, he knows the seeds of reclaiming weeds.

I can't say how deep the understanding is, but the basic understanding is there.

The seeds of wasteland grass are slightly sour and astringent, and they are difficult to digest after eating. No matter how they are used as food, they are quite poor. Even in ancient times, only those extremely poor mountain people would use it to wrap their food. belly.

And in terms of medicine, what he knows most clearly is that the seeds of open up wasteland grass are cold in nature and slightly poisonous!After taking it, it can cause qi deficiency and blood stagnation!
It doesn't matter to ordinary people, because the degree is so slight that it can basically be ignored.

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

The soup and rice launched by Tongfulou before is "Shiquan Dabu". Now, if we use the seeds of this wasteland grass to make meals, how can we not talk about "supplement"?

Diarrhea is almost the same!
He kept the question until the return trip, and then left the temporary errand, returned to the Pharmacist Hall from Tongfulou, and brought this question back to the Pharmacist Hall by the way, which attracted the attention of many people in the hall.

After all, Shiquan Dabu Tang has a great reputation.

Many senior pharmacists in the hall are now studying that thing, and it is said that they have obtained a lot of results sporadically.

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

Two carved round stones, one up and one down, are butted together to form a grinding thing. In the dream, the young master said that this is called "stone mill".

Then, soak the fermented wasteland grass seeds with water to remove the defective products floating on it. The first pass is rough grinding and peeled, and the second pass is fine grinding and grinding into slag.

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

It's exactly the same as the scene in the dream.

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

Next, another crucial step.

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

The juice is white and grayish.

The potion is thick brown and almost black.

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

Skim off foam and stir.

Skim off the froth and stir again.

Then add the medicament for the second time and the third time, repeat the action of stirring and defoaming.

Until, the original juice becomes completely white, and even emits a faint fragrance.

The expressions of the big shopkeeper and the two chefs almost became a little holy, while little Luopu's eyes were shining.

And when the juice is poured into the cauldron, as it cooks, the more and more intense aroma gradually wafts out of the pot, even more fragrant than the pancakes made of the best flour when they come out of the pan.

Of course, because the Shiquan Dabu Decoction came first, the few people present were not very surprised by the fragrance.

They were just amazed at the useless seeds of the wasteland grass. After such treatment, it seems that they can be eaten?
And it looks pretty good.

"Chef Tian, ​​can I drink this soup after it's boiled?" said a chef holding the fire.

"Yes, you can drink it when it is boiled, but what we are doing today is not how to eat it." Tian Hao replied.

Even though he said so, when the pot really boiled, amidst the lingering heat and aroma, Tian Hao still brought a few bowls over, filled each bowl with some.

The shopkeeper was the first to pick it up and taste it.

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

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

Little Luopu also drank quickly.

"Good?" Tian Hao asked.

In fact, he was drinking himself.

"It's delicious!" Little Luopu nodded with certainty, and 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 people who really like it. The two chefs each ordered another big bowl.

"Actually, it might taste better with some sugar," Tian Hao said.

"Old Tian, ​​you didn't say it earlier!" The big shopkeeper complained with a smile, and after going out for a while, he brought a can of sugar from the storage room in the backyard.

White sugar, granulated.

The purification and processing of sugar in this world has been well done, even more abundant than in the previous life.

Taking Annan County as an example, under the influence of Yaoshitang, many medicinal candies and fructose with different properties and flavors have been kept in the homes of wealthy families long ago.

The addition of sugar really improves the taste of this soup quite obviously.

Little Luopu was even more smiling.

"Old Tian, ​​this will be my daily breakfast from now on!" After drinking another bowl with sugar, the big shopkeeper said directly.

It seems that he really likes it!

No problem at all.

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 watchful eyes of the people who drank the soup, Tian Hao poured another kind of juice that he had prepared earlier into the boiling cauldron.

(End of this chapter)