Small red mud stove, ancient pine charcoal in Nanshan.

A pan, a small can of lard...

The charcoal fire gradually became strong, and the pan had heated the lard. Until this time, the refugee carefully put a fish in it.

Zla, Zla!

The grease sputtered, and blue smoke came out, wisps, as faint as mist...

The pan-fried salted fish begins!

After just a few breaths, everyone suddenly smelled an indescribable fragrance. The fragrance gradually spread and instantly covered the small corners on the street.

The aroma of fried salted fish in the pan is very domineering.

If you were to go to the countryside in later generations, if a friend grew up in the village, then you should be familiar with this taste.

This is a greedy fragrance.

It can instantly secrete salivary enzymes.

This extremely rich fragrance has extremely strong penetrating power. For example, someone frys salted fish at the beginning of the village, and the fragrance can be directly transmitted to the end of the village...

In my memory, there should be a scene in my childhood in many friends: You and your friends are having fun and playing wildly, and they don’t want to go home until the sky is dark. Suddenly, a scent of fish wafts in the air, and my mother’s sharp and angry voice comes from afar.

"Ergouzi, you'll get me back for dinner. If you don't go home, your butt will be broken..."

This sound is fierce and scary, and it will make you tremble. The sound covers the small village in your hometown and spreads continuously in the evening when the smoke is curling.

You can't escape, and you dare not escape.

You looked up at the sky tremblingly and found that the moon had appeared at some point. The stars were blinking, and it turned out that it was time to go home again.

You still want to continue playing, but your mother's shouting scares you. You can only reluctantly say goodbye to your friends, smelling the scent of salted fish and returning home listlessly.

The smell of salted fish, accompanied by the mother's anger...

It traveled thousands of years from later generations and was ready to take root in this Tang Dynasty.

Why did Li Yun put a pan and fry salted fish?

Because this is a taste of hometown...

The moon is on the willows, and today I will be beaten. You are holding a big bowl in your hand. The bowl is filled with hot rice that my mother specially serves for you. You eat a bite of salted fish, drink a bowl of thick porridge, and then lie on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to take a stick to suck your butt eggs...

When you grow up, you want to eat salted fish again. For some reason, it is not as fragrant as when you were a child. Even some older friends will sigh when you eat it.

Because you have grown up, your mom has gone somewhere else.

Tears flowed down unknowingly!

The fragrance of salted fish is the love of my mother in my memory.

...

Zla, Zla!

Time travels through thousands of years, and returns from memories of later generations to the Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago.

It’s still this small corner or this small stove. The fire is already very prosperous and sparks will splash out from time to time.

Zla, Zla...

The oil continues to sputter, and the fragrance becomes more and more intense!

At this time, the refugee used a small spatula to turn the salted fish over, and then carefully fry the other side of the salted fish. It doesn't matter if this turnover is not important, the aroma of the salted fish becomes even more intense.

Gudu!

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly it made a sound of swallowing.

This fragrance is so fucking greedy!

At this moment, the refugee suddenly shouted again, and the shouting was still so melodious, as if after some professional training, it sounded leisurely and faint, gentle and gentle into the ears.

Just like the poems in operas, it actually has a graceful tone.

"Come and eat salted fish, fried salted fish..."

Li Yun trained the refugees for ten days with this vocal lyrics. Today, he opened his voice on the streets of Chang'an, and it really felt a sense of purity.

Finally, someone couldn't help it!

But when the figure at the city gate flashed, the gate guarding the gate came over.

The gatekeeper was a young man, who was only 20 years old at most. On the hot days, he was wearing iron leaves armor. He raised his foot and slowly squatted in front of the stall. He looked at the salted fish in the pan, which had turned into two attractive golden sides.

"How much?"

The gatekeeper suddenly spoke and asked many things that the people of Chang'an wanted to ask.

The refugee smiled and raised his head without saying a word, "A fish costs ten cents. If you need a villain to help fry it, then you will have another two cents of hard work..."

“Not expensive!”

The gatekeeper nodded, pointed directly at the pan and said, "I am still on duty. I can't eat it even if I buy raw fish. I will buy your fried fish. I should give you twelve cents, right?"

The refugee smiled warmly and said softly: "You are the first guest to open the door. I won't charge the hard work of two cents. You can only give me ten cents of copper coins. You can be considered as a villain who gives me a profit market."

"That won't work!"

The gatekeeper shook his head and said with a serious expression: "Grease must be spent on money, charcoal must be spent. Even if your skills are not worth it, you should keep your business. The life of refugees is too hard and they will not take advantage of it. You finally found something to support yourself. If I take advantage of you, someone will poke my backbone. You can see clearly. This is the twelve text..."

As he said that, he reached into his arms and touched him a few times, then took out an extremely delicate small bag. He counted out twelve cents of money from the bag and slowly put it into the money basin next to the stove.

"Come on, the money has been given, the fish is cooked for me..."

The gatekeeper asked his big hand to stretch forward, and said with anticipation: "I am in a hurry today, and I am worried about buying something to fill my stomach. The fragrance of your salted fish is so overbearing. I don't want to eat anything except eating it..."

"Thank you for your praise, General!"

The refugees thanked him repeatedly, but suddenly picked up the small shovel in their hands in the pot. The other hand pulled out a lotus leaf from their pockets very neatly, and wrapped the salted fish in the lotus leaf with a "splash".

This action was done in one go, and it actually felt pleasing to the eye.

The gatekeeper made his eyes flash, and suddenly he chuckled twice, and said with a deep meaning: "That guy Cheng Chumo, I worshiped a good master. It was obviously just a salted fish out of the pot, but he actually trained you so much. Tsk tsk, no wonder my dad asked me to go, this person deserves to be seen..."

This was so low that many people didn't hear it. The gatekeeper ordered the gate to pick up the lotus leaf salted fish and turned around and left.

"General..."

The refugee suddenly shouted at his back and carefully reminded him: "This fish is two pounds, and it is made of marinated with fine salt. It tastes very salty and should not be eaten too much. You can buy a bowl of hot porridge and two rough-faced cakes. This way, there are rice and dishes, it is a delicious breakfast."

"Hahaha, I know, but your concern is purely in vain. I have more than a dozen people under my command."

The gatekeeper laughed and returned to the city gate with the salted fish. He slowly uncovered the lotus leaves. He first sniffed them hard with his nose, and looked satisfied on his face. Suddenly, he turned to the two pawns and said, "You two go to the morning market to buy a bucket of hot porridge, and then buy two big baskets of rough-faced cakes. Now the Japanese general treats you, and everyone will have breakfast together."

"Okay!"

The two young men were overjoyed and stared at the salted fish desperately. One was greedy and the other was worried. Suddenly, they smiled and said with a smile: "My husband only bought one salted fish, so it's not enough for everyone to eat together."

"You know what an egg..."

The young gatekeeper glared at him and scolded, "This salty fish is two pounds, which is made of salted fish for ten days. The fragrance is domineering, and the salt tastes inside are also on the other hand. Cheng Chumo has blown me several times and said that this salty fish can satisfy all the people of the family to serve. Okay, I can't understand it, so I wipe my saliva and hurry up and buy hot porridge. The general's stomach is gulping, and I have never had supper since last night."

"Okay, my husband, please wait a moment, let's run forward, and then go to the morning market to buy food."

"Go quickly and go quickly, don't let the salted fish cool..."

The young man waved his hand quickly and scolded the two soldiers to go quickly. However, he could not bear it and started to take action first, tearing off a small piece of salted fish and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, a group of people surged up around.

There were soldiers guarding the gate and people who had been watching.

The gatekeeper slowly began to chew the salted fish...

Someone swallowed quietly.

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Chapter completed!