Rebirth of Tang Dynasty as a dad

"Yes, Mr. Tian, ​​everyone said that you have a good relationship with my uncle. You bought our house to help with emergency, what's the matter now?" Du Shaoming chimed in, and Du Shaoqing immediately stopped him, "Shaoming, please don't be rude."

"To tell you the truth, everyone is seeing the situation of your Du family. You are no longer able to pay me the rent. In view of your relationship with your father, I will not give up the three-month rent owed to me. Tomorrow I'll give you a day to pack up and move out the day after tomorrow, I've already found a new tenant for this house."

Du Shaoming exclaimed: "What? Old man Tian, ​​this is the ancestral house of my Du family!"

"Shaoming, shut up." Du Shaoqing bowed to the old man, "Uncle Tian, ​​I wonder if you can tell my nephew, who is so anxious to rent this house?"

"Hehe, it's none other than Huang Shengcai, the shopkeeper of the Shengcai restaurant in the town. He rented this place because he took a fancy to this inn, and wanted to do another inn business. I know you have a festival, but they paid for it. The price is high, so I have no reason not to rent it to him.”

As expected, Du Shaoqing knew that it would be useless to talk too much, and he was here for the Du family, so he could only nod his head to express his willingness to move out.

The old man turned around and left. Seeing that Erlang Du was still not convinced, he paused. The old man said coldly: "Huang Shengcai wanted to spend money to buy this place, but the old man refused, so you can do it yourself." go.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to come sooner than I expected, and I will be on the streets tomorrow." Du Shaoqing sighed.

"Brother, what should we do? It seems that you can only clean up and move to my house with Xuanxuan, but there is only one thatched cottage left in my house." Du Shaoming said anxiously.

After waving his hands, Du Shaoqing said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry, don't you just move out tomorrow? Let's make the steamed buns first. If we can't fix this, don't talk about living, I'm afraid we will eat in two days." It's all gone."

The third aunt who came out from the back was also indignant when she heard it, "That old man Tian is also hypocritical, in vain he claims to be the best person in Luoxia Town, and he has a very good friendship with your father. Looking at it today, hmph, it's nothing more than that.

Dalang, it's getting late, you're injured, you'd better take a rest, as for the steamed buns, let's discuss it after your third uncle comes back tomorrow. "

After speaking, he took his son Du Shaoming and went home, leaving Du Shaoqing and Xuanxuan father and daughter behind.

However, Du Shaoqing was quite firm about making steamed buns in his heart. He was going to speak with the facts, first make the finished steamed buns, and try to see if they could be sold.

"Daddy, are you hungry? I'll give you some noodles." Although the little girl Xuanxuan was only three years old, she was very sensible and well-behaved.

"Hehe, Daddy is not hungry, you can eat slowly by yourself, we won't eat this noodle cake when Daddy cooks something ten times better than this tomorrow." Du Shaoqing said to himself while hugging his daughter.

"Ah? Why? The bread is delicious, why don't you eat it? How much is ten times, Daddy?"

Well, it turns out that the child is too young to imagine how much ten times is.

Chapter 3 Mantou is a life-saving straw

Du Shaoqing did what he said, and found some distiller's juice left over from his own brewing at home. In the Tang Dynasty, because the country was short of food, the state stipulated that it was illegal to make wine from grain. However, people have been drinking alcohol for a long time. Du Shaoqing's family runs an inn, so this kind of dirty wine is naturally indispensable, and the wine will also produce distiller's grains.

But if you want to make steamed buns, in this age without baking powder, you can only use traditional old noodles as noodles. You need to mix flour with distiller's grain juice and water, and mix them in a warm environment for four hours to ferment to make old noodles. noodle.

At night, Du Shaoqing was lying on the couch with the child in his arms. The little girl who had been tired all day was also sleepy, and was soon coaxed to sleep. Seeing the little girl sleeping soundly, she frowned from time to time. Du Shaoqing guessed that she might be doing something I dreamed of being a mother, and at the same time I was even more puzzled, who is the mother of this child?Where did you go?

At the same time, in the Imperial Palace of Chang'an City, in the Lizheng Hall, the empress' bedroom, the princess who was accompanying her seriously ill mother woke up from her sleep and sat up suddenly.

The mother, Empress Changsun, who was next to her, was also awakened, and asked lovingly, "Did you have a nightmare? If you have any worries, you can tell the queen mother, don't hold it alone, it will hurt your body."

The princess held down the mother who was about to get up, and apologized: "I made the empress worry, the baby is fine, it's just a dream, the empress is in serious condition, please rest quickly."

Then the princess lay down again, and the mother and daughter were silent for a moment. The queen sighed and asked, "You are my own, how can I not understand your temperament? Tell me, my mother, what's the matter?" Mother can't hurt you, things like that five years ago won't happen again, your father and I have long regretted it."

The queen has already called herself a mother, and wanted to say something intimate, but what was waiting was a few snoring sounds. The princess was already asleep, maybe she was pretending to be asleep, but even so, the queen could only sigh and did not wake up Daughter, in the silent darkness, a tear slipped from the corner of the princess' eyes.

After Du Shaoqing put the child to sleep, he quietly got up by himself and went to the kitchen to work again. It was almost midnight.

Looking at the small dough in the basin, with many cracks on it, Du Shaoqing knew it was a success, God help me too, this is a ball of well-fermented old noodles.

Then he fetched flour again, this time with a larger amount, a full five catties, and mixed it with the dough with water, and fermented it for another four hours. If the five catties of flour were seen by the third aunt, he would definitely feel distressed. Didn't make it, isn't this a waste of food?

Du Shaoqing was full of thoughts and didn't feel sleepy. He just waited anxiously for the second fermentation of steamed buns. Whether he could develop steamed buns would depend on this one time. If the steamed buns are released, the shop will be taken away by Mr. Tian.

The hard work paid off, and after four long hours, Du Shaoqing saw a pot full of fermented dough, and was overjoyed that it was done. The next step was to make steamed buns and steam them in the pan.

In this way, he was busy from late at night to the early morning of the next day. Du Shaoqing didn't close his eyes all night, and had two dark circles under his eyes.

At dawn, when the sky was just dawning, calculating that it was almost time, he removed the firewood, then got up and opened the steamer. After a burst of mist, there were white and round fresh steamed buns on the steamer. Du Shaoqing laughed loudly, It's done, it's done!

"Daddy, what are you doing? Is this delicious? Xuanxuan is hungry and wants to eat!" It turns out that although the little girl is young, she has barely learned how to dress, but it seems that she forgot to put on her shoes. He ran into the kitchen with his feet on his feet.

Looking at the steamed buns that have just been lifted from the pan, Du Shaoqing can already see the saliva from the corner of the little girl's mouth, smelling the tempting aroma of wheat. It seems that she is also a snack.

He stepped forward to pick up his daughter, and then, regardless of whether he washed his face or not, he picked up a steamed bun and handed it over, "Come on, try Daddy's cooking, this is what I said yesterday, it's ten times better than bread."

The little girl stared at the steamed bun and nodded again and again, then embraced it with both hands and took a big bite. After that, she kept listening to her non-stop um, huh, eyes narrowed, it seemed that it was delicious, and she was speechless up.

"I'll help you put on your shoes, and then you go to the third grandpa's house and invite the third grandpa's family to have breakfast, okay?"

Du Xuanxuan nodded readily and agreed, if Du Shaoqing hadn't forced her to help her put on her shoes, she might have run over barefoot.

Not long after, the third uncle's family came to the back house of the inn. The fastest pace was the cousin Du Shaoming. After seeing the image of Du Shaoqing, he laughed loudly, "Brother, what are you doing? When will you be able to become a doctor? This group Does something like green poop cure your head?"

"Go, go, don't make trouble. This is the anti-swelling herbal medicine I collected myself yesterday. It looks ugly but it works the best. I forgot to take it away when I got busy. What do children know?"

"Ah? Are you really good at medicine? It seems that what Dad said is true. It's good to read more. Even if you don't have an inn, you won't be hungry if you go to practice medicine." Du Shaoming said enviously.

But Du Shaoqing was not happy. In his previous life, his family practiced medicine for generations. He also learned medicine since he was a child, and he was very talented. Jealousy, he was later framed, and the family made great efforts to keep him, so he went to climb Huashan alone, and later had an accident and crossed.

After the painful experience last time, Du Shaoqing was already tired of practicing medicine to help the world, so in this life, he never thought of relying on medical skills to make a living.

"Haha, Da Lang woke up really early. Yesterday, uncle, I was lucky. Not only did I find two pheasants, but on the way back, I found a good-quality red fox. That fox fur will definitely sell for a good price." Followed in. The third uncle laughed.

The third aunt who walked in with Xuanxuan in her arms asked puzzledly, "Darang, you called us over so early, didn't you just rush to talk about your pure white noodles?"

"Wow, big brother, this steamed bun must be delicious. The smell makes your mouth water." It turned out that Du Shaoming, who entered first, had already discovered the steamed bun.

"You're hungry when it's time for dinner, try it quickly."

Du Shaoqing took one for each of the three uncles and three aunts, and the two squeezed their hands, it was really amazing, what is so soft?After trying to take a bite, both of them were stunned, good stuff, definitely good stuff, this is incomparable to that rough bread.

The third uncle was overjoyed and said: "Da Lang, with this good thing, it must sell better than noodles. Now our noodle stall doesn't have to close."

"However, will others make your stuff? And I heard from your third aunt that it is pure white flour. I'm afraid the price is not cheap. If so, it's hard to say."

Listening to the third uncle's words, Du Shaoqing explained with a smile: "Third uncle, this is made of a secret recipe, and no one else knows it except me, so I'm not afraid that they will steal the business again.

And this steamed bun is made by me carefully. One steamed bun uses the same amount of white flour as your rough bread, but the steamed one is bigger. So we don’t need to sell four for one money. This time we sell one for one money. Three, such a good thing must sell well. "

real?The third uncle exclaimed, a little unbelievable.

Compared with modern times, the price level in the Tang Dynasty was roughly equal to one yuan at that time worth four yuan in modern times, and one thousand yuan in the Tang Dynasty was a consistent money, which was equivalent to one tael of silver. Here we only talk about official quotations, not black market transactions. One tael can be equal to one thousand one hundred, etc. This book uses this kind of economic conversion, please don't take it seriously.

"This is a secret method. How could you, a scholar who stays at home, know about it? Dalang, no matter how poor we are, we can't do bad things against our conscience." The third uncle urged.

Chapter 4 The Landlord Who Robbed the Fire

Du Shaoqing scratched his head, where is this going? How can I explain it?Do you think I stole the recipe?

"Don't worry third uncle, this steamed bun was invented by Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, and it was lost later. I found it by chance in a book not long ago, and I didn't expect it to succeed after trying it. There is absolutely no problem with the origin."