Li Shimin knew that he had made a mistake and his face looked very awkward. The emperor hung his face for a long time before he snorted coldly and changed the subject: "Treat the refugees with bad meat, I have to scold him well in the future."

Changsun's eyes rolled a few times, his pupils were as smart as water, and he whispered: "I think that the child always does something unexpected. With his kindness to treat refugees, he should not treat the people with bad meat."

Fang Xuanling interjected a sentence next to him, adding with his meaning: "The Empress said this is not very appropriate. Although pork is cheap meat, it is not considered to be harsh on the people. Those refugees can't even drink porridge. It is a great virtue to give them meat."

Li Shimin waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Continue to watch. I want to see how he ends up after killing a pig. It smells bad and fishy, ​​and even refugees may not swallow it."

Old Cheng whispered and whispered: "You can drink all the thick bran and porridge, what can you think of a little fishy and sexy? It's said that Your Majesty is wise and powerful, so why don't you eat meat minced..."

Although this was very small, Old Cheng was clearly trying to say it to the emperor. Li Shimin immediately frowned and turned his head and said angrily: "Cheng Zhijie, do you believe it or not, I slapped your mouth with a slap."

Old Chengman rolled his eyes without caring and hummed, "Can you beat me?"

Li Shimin was so arrogant that his face was bulging.

However, the emperor also knew that he had made a mistake just now, and Cheng Yaojin used nonsense to lower his steps, so Li Shimin just snorted twice and did not say anything about curing Lao Cheng's crime.

Sometimes there was still a good relationship between the monarch and minister of the Tang Dynasty.

...

However, after Li Yun made the first pot of salt, he no longer had the intention to make the second pot by himself. It was better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. He had taught everyone the skills, so he had to let them do the next work.

It just so happened that Cheng Chumo was also in a state of being unable to stay. The little overlord had already fulfilled his desire to make salt by himself. It would be absolutely impossible to let him do it. The two teenagers were embarrassed to stay on the mountain and watch others work, so they hit it off and decided to go down the mountain to kill a pig.

Kill pigs!

This matter was bloody and domineering as soon as it sounded.

This kind of thing is something that the little bully likes to do. In Shandong dialect, he also wants to do it even if he is inserted into a honeycomb.

But he wants to eat pork...

The little overlord was a little confused.

While following Li Yun down the mountain, this guy said, "Master, the pork is delicious, it's not delicious, I don't want to eat it..."

Li Yun looked at him and smiled and said, "The pork is fishy because the puppies have not been castrated at the time. Therefore, during the growth process, the smell of the testicles gradually penetrate into the meat. In the future, we can castrate the piglets, and wait until the pig grows up and there will be no smell."

"But that's what happened in the future. Don't these pigs still have a scent now?"

Li Yun looked around and suddenly said mysteriously: "Tell you the truth, I have seasonings to remove the fishy smell. Today we will slaughter four big fat pigs, and then I will make a slaughtering dish with my own hands to ensure that you have drooled all over the ground after eating, and the gods will have to roll down to the mortal world if they smell it."

Gudu!

Cheng Chumo swallowed.

Li Yun took out a small bag from his arms and whispered: "See, this is the cooking ingredients. With these seasonings, pork can be sold at a good price, and we can add one more item in our industry..."

Cheng Chumo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned into a curious and curious baby. He chased Li Yun and asked, "What kind of seasoning is this? Where did you get it?"

Li Yun's face suddenly became a little strange, and he looked like a memory: "About a month ago, I met a poor beggar on the street. I originally thought he was a refugee, but who knew that he was a great poet!"

Great poet?

Cheng Chumo blinked his eyes and said curiously: "I wonder which poem master is it?"

Li Yun coughed and said, "Don't ask me, you don't know who he is. In short, this great poet and I hit it off at first sight, and we almost cut off the head of a chicken and bowed. We met and met, and we were destined to be together in a blink of an eye. The only pity was that he was devoted to seeking immortality, so he left quietly not long after. However, before he left, he gave me many good things..."

Cheng Chumo scratched his forehead and guessed: "Is it the seasoning he gave you?"

Li Yun laughed and shook his head and explained: "He himself doesn't think this is a seasoning. He said that he traveled all the way to the Bohai Sea in Liaodong, slept in the wind and the open, stepped into the deep mountains and oceans, looked for immortals, picked immortal grass, and refined immortal elixirs... What he gave me was immortal grass, all of which were all the various immortal grasses he had collected..."

Cheng Chumo stared at the small cloth bag in Li Yun's hand with his eyes.

Fairy grass?

Becoming an immortal?

The master knows martial arts but has infinite magical power. Could it be that he eats immortal grass?

If I were to take a bite...

The little bully has a big brain!

He was just as excited when he heard Li Yun sigh and said, "Don't be stupid, this is not a fairy grass. I got these so-called fairy grass for a long time, but found that they are not the ingredients for practicing fairy elixirs at all, but they are not useless. I found that these fairy grass can remove fishy fishy meat."

Cheng Chumo was a little disappointed and looked at Li Yun with a gaze.

Is the fairy grass turned into a seasoning?

These two things seem to be incomparable, so how can the master even think of them together?

The poor little overlord didn't understand at all. There was a thousand-year-old ghost hidden in his master's body.

The ancients didn’t know the things like onion, ginger, garlic, cinnamon, pepper, etc., but they were very familiar with them in later generations. Even if they were a little baby, they knew that it would be spicy when they took a bite of ginger.

The two teenagers walked while talking and soon walked down Xiaoyan Mountain.

At this time, Cheng Chuxue was still directing the women to keep making pancakes. He was afraid that hundreds of pancakes had been baked. Another pretty girl, A Yao, was taking someone to cook porridge. There were four large pots on the camp that were boiling hot.

Cheng Chumo pointed to the camp with a look of seeking credit and said proudly: "Master, have you seen that my Cheng family has never been harsh on the servants. All of these foods are fine grains. I personally brought people to escort them last night."

"good!"

Li Yun nodded and praised, and said with emotion: "The rich family smelled of wine and meat, and there were frozen bones on the road. If all the wealthy families could learn from the Cheng family, the refugees in Chang'an would not be skinny and bone-thin. However, people's hearts were different. They would rather mold in the granary than give a pill. Aristocratic family, hehe, aristocratic family..."

He didn't continue talking, and turned to the other side of the small camp. Cheng Chumo asked for credit but did not invite him, and followed him with a look of disappointment.

This guy was muttering while walking, smashing the mouth and saying, "The wine and meat smell bad in the red family, and the road is frozen to death. The master is the master. It will be profound when you say it casually. Yes, I have to remember these two words and take them out to show off. Hehe, Princess Qinghe has loved poetry since she was a child. I cannot be looked down upon by her..."
Chapter completed!