Chapter 402

In addition, several of my masters, the mountain gate, are all in that boundary.

On weekdays, the well water does not invade the river, but the relationship between them and the school must also permeate the hands.

Therefore, it is necessary to return to the school and seek information help.

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he outlined a general terrain on his paper.

After carefully considering several plans, he turned and looked at the casserole behind him. At this time, even if the casserole mouth was sealed tightly, the unique smell of pork flowers also floated out and filled the whole courtyard.

Almost should be stewed crisp and rotten. Without hesitation, Gu Zheng padded the casserole with a towel and pulled it off the fire temporarily. At the moment of opening the pot, a sweet smell of meat came to his face.

And this kind of fragrance also attracted the neighbors in this large mixed courtyard to complain one after another.

"I said, new Gu boy, what are you doing here? How can you smell so good."

"Without him, the braised meat is hot. It's not hot yet. Take me half a quarter of an hour and officially come out of the pot. I'll take one for you, brother Qian."

"That's good, Gu boy. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Everyone has a share. Not much. It means."

Hearing Gu Zheng's cry in his life, those noisy voices automatically quieted down.

The whole courtyard seems to be looking forward to the extra meal this evening.

Seeing that no one disturbed him, Gu Zheng rolled the whole side of the big meat with the rich soup and put it in the small sand bowls for cooking that had been prepared for a long time.

Skim off the excess oil floating layer, and there are only beautiful and clear colors left on the whole meat.

It's oily, bright and red. Is it delicious.

But Gu Zheng is not in a hurry, because there is still the last step, which is not in place.

These sand bowls, like small pottery pots, were tightly buckled one by one. After sealing, Gu Zheng put them into the big steamer that had been cleaned up on the stove while confirming that the water vapor would never run in.

Red charcoal, like no money, put a handful under it, and the fire burned through.

At the last moment of waiting for delicious food, Gu Zheng was not idle. On the mud stove on one side, there was a big bone stick full of bone marrow, which was bubbling with white bubbles.

Xiang, a feast of pork, is on.

With this smell, he can eat a bowl of white rice. Gu Zheng, who thinks so, really did so. After he filled the sharp rice in the big porcelain bowl, he squatted by the stove and waited for the meat to come out of the pot.

Thirty minutes, not long or short, is the bottom line of a gourmet's patience.

When Gu Zheng took out the freshly baked small pottery pot, he couldn't wait to put the hot Dongpo meat in a bowl of white rice.

Taking advantage of the strength of the thick soup sticking to the top, he rolled fiercely in the white rice grains.

Let the white and crystal rice grains around be dyed into sauce red in an instant. It's very beautiful.

Baifan absorbed the soup and some of the heat belonging to the meat. Taking advantage of this Kung Fu, Gu Zheng took a hard bite of the thick square streaky meat.

Unable to shut up the hot temperature, but also because of the sweetness of the meat, to resist a bit.

In the process of Huha Huha's self-regulation, the skin that first fell on the tip of the tongue has melted with the secretion of saliva in the mouth.

The smell of pork full of collagen, blending the unique waxy aroma of rice wine and the sweetness of white sugar, slipped into the throat, warmed the esophagus and filled the taste buds.

The most wonderful process in the world, but with this.

The troubles of celestial immortals are also among them.

Only when a whole piece of meat was stuffed into Gu Zheng's mouth did he know how thin this non feed pig was.

However, under the action of high temperature, even the thin parts are soft and rotten. It only needs a chewing action to explain the meat in the mouth.

It's fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood.

Because Gu Zheng opened the lid of the pot, the neighbors around could no longer bear it.

Unexpectedly, he brought his own dishes and chopsticks to Gu Zheng's door.

"Gu boy, are you good at meat?"

"Coming," Gu Zheng, who should be here, brought out the meat pieces in the remaining pots on a tray.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw countless pairs of chopsticks, holding them in front of his door.

"Don't worry, it should be able to divide."

This fan of meat, which is three kilograms fast, will not be wasted.

"Brothers, don't worry. When you get home later, take a new bowl and come over to serve a bowl of soup."

"This is also a dish. I'll add food to your neighbors in the evening."

Hearing this, the enthusiastic aunt around asked, "what's the matter? Gu, aren't you going to live?"

"No." Gu Zheng smiled shyly and explained, "I have something to do at home in two days. I may have to go a long way."

"I'm still coming back here. I just hope you can take care of my things when I'm away."

"Don't recruit thieves into the house."

"This is simple. There are people in the neighborhood for a long time."

"We can't help you, but we can help you keep an eye on the situation at home."

Hearing this, Gu Zheng thanked him. Then he seemed to think of something and added: "if a girl outside comes to me, tell her that I will be back in a month at most."

"Save it."

Hearing this, the neighbors were content to divide the meat and scattered home to get the dishes and chopsticks.

In the end, it turned into four or five families around here who had a hot dinner together.

This is a farewell banquet they don't know. For people like Gu Zheng, it is a good omen to leave school and work.

Now he is no longer a quiet and foolish Gu Zheng in Laizhou City. Holding a treasure knife, he is like a bloody blade, full of sharpness.

At this time, he was lying on the edge of the Shuidong cliff in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, observing the busy uprising army under fangla banner.

A little disciple who is subordinate to the third master is respectfully telling his little martial uncle about the current situation.

"Martial uncle, now is the anxious period of the two armies. The Fang La side's defense is very tight. It may not be a good time to start."

"What do you say?"

Lying in the grass, Gu Zheng tried to get more useful information from each other's words.

"Fang La started in a small workshop owner's paint garden. Because of the competition for flowers, trees and stones of the imperial court, he is always doing white work."

"Even his family can't make a living by themselves."

"This guy is also a fierce man. He gathered his brothers and hired workers, coerced a group of colleagues, and rebelled with a big flag."

"Who would have thought that it was easy for him to lay down the county seat."

"It's also the garrison of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It's too pussy. Those who fall in three or two will abandon the city and flee."

"In the end, it turned out that more than a dozen surrounding cities were under Fang La's command. For a moment, the limelight was boundless."

"Originally, after it became a climate, the court in the north still sent people to recruit security."

"Who would have thought that without saying a word, Fang La cut off the head of the messenger opposite and hung directly in front of their navy camp."

"This can be regarded as stabbing the hornet's nest. The face of the imperial court has been trampled on the ground. Do you think it will hurt your brain?"

"Since then, the officials above have only one strategy for Fang La. They directly cut him to death and will never accept surrender."

"Well," said the little martial nephew, who was still dressed in bandit clothes. In order not to be found, the red headscarf of the rebel army in his hand was still tightly tucked in his arms. In the grass, he pointed down the mountain with his chin and continued: "a while ago, I was in the camp and just repulsed all the troops who came to conquer."

"It is said that he was also a huge Bandit on Shandong Road in Hebei Province. After he was successfully recruited by the imperial court, he was ordered to marshal the army and come to counter the rebellion."

"As soon as he came up, he was completely defeated by us. Unexpectedly, even the general headed by him, who was called Song Jiang, was killed."

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was in pain. He tentatively continued to ask, "but the hero of 108 generals in Liangshan?"

The little nephew on one side was a fog: "what? A hundred Dan and eight generals?"

"Song Jiang was born as a bandit leader. He had a stronghold over the Liangshan lake."

"But martial uncle, you know, there are so many capable people in this half hanging rebel army."

"It's just waste utilization to let him come and collect Fang La."

"If he really had these 108 people who could be called generals, our great song country would have changed the world and let the fatuous old man sit on the Dragon chair?"

Well, it can be confirmed that this is not the world of water margin.

That's easy. Gu Zheng nodded and continued, "I see. You continue to talk about Fang La."

"Yes!"

"At the sight of the imperial court, alas, the bandits in the North met those in the South and were defeated? It seems that it has really become a scale?"

"In addition, Jiangsu and Zhejiang are big taxpayers. As soon as you occupy this place, isn't it stuck in the money bag of the great song dynasty?"

"Absolutely not."

"So, the emperor's old son dispatched nearly 100000 border soldiers from the northwest and northeast, led by Tong Guan, and directly ran to Fang La."

"I'll tell you," said the younger martial nephew. He was excited. His worship mood was unspeakable: "martial uncle, do you know what the other generals are this time?"

"Who are there?" you don't say, how do I know?