Ding Tian's Ancient Life

Ding Tian didn't know what happened outside, he was preparing dinner now.

It was prepared separately for the imperial envoy, but it was actually nothing good.

It was all prepared for himself by himself. Now he has no choice but to take it out and receive the imperial envoy.

Ding Tian lived by himself. He nailed a few wooden boxes on the window sill of his single dormitory. Anyway, he lives here alone. The place is big, and it is empty, so he built it like a Duobao Pavilion. Things, filled the wooden box with soil, and planted some leeks, spinach and garlic seedlings in it^

At the corner of the wall, a large box of chives was planted, but unfortunately, at this time, the chives were only palm-length, and they were not edible yet.

But the leeks, spinach and garlic sprouts planted during the frost are edible now.

Although only enough for a few meals….

He didn't think about sharing it with others, he just wanted to have a mouthful of fresh vegetables to eat from time to time, so he didn't grow much, and he could barely keep eating, just eating every now and then.

But at the moment, he is taking it out for the imperial envoys to eat. He also has his own careful thoughts. Said, but it is rare to be an imperial envoy at such a young age.

This is equivalent to being a post-zero zero at that time, and it is as shocking as he became the director!

Not a genius, without a strong background, strong means, and unnatural luck, he can't be this official, and that person is not very easy to get along with at first glance.

He is afraid that others will hold grudges.

Cook something delicious right now, maybe... can adults forget villains?

Ding Tian wasn't sure, and could he not listen to Lord Du's orders?

He also understood what Master Du said, what he meant, no matter what he said, he gave the other party a soft blow, maybe the other party had a strange taste, and liked to eat home-cooked food... His home-cooked food was not very good, most They are all semi-finished products.

However, he still knows how to stir-fry and stew. When he was at home and his parents went out to work, he had to take care of his younger brother. He learned simple dishes, but he didn’t know how to cook complicated ones. He still knew how to cook simple home-cooked dishes.

So, he fished out two fist-sized raw small melons from the pickle jar, pickled small melons.

It was chopped up, and while it was being cut, someone was looking for a pheasant to come over.

In the past, the pheasant was a protected animal, but in ancient times, it was a food, but the wild animal was not as oily as the domesticated ones, and it was dry, with only a little oily water. It was fine in winter, and the animals would accumulate fat and get fatter.

"Is this okay?" Master Du came in with the biggest pheasant: "This is game from the barracks."

"Okay!" Ding Tian asked a servant to remove the hair, internal organs and claws of the pheasant, and then chopped the pheasant into minced meat.

Master Du is actually busy with a lot of things, but now he is focusing on Ding Tian's cooking skills. The time of the day flies by, and it gets dark early in winter, so everyone has counted the money bank. The situation of the money bank is not optimistic. More than 1 taels of silver, except for the 1 taels of military expenses paid to Peking University, all the remaining fractions were missing. The accounts said it was "loss", but how long did it take for this income to come up?

The climate in the north is dry, so it is even more impossible for copper coins to rot so quickly, right?

"Corrupt officials, corrupt officials!" Master Du was about to go mad with rage, his food was so ugly, he wished he could pay taxes today and take the money home tomorrow.

"The money dug out from the back house of the county government is 3000 taels of silver, 3 taels of banknotes, and more than 5000 copper coins..." It doesn't make sense for a family to have so much change, and one County magistrate, where do you get all this wealth?

Mr. Ma's background is not so prominent, it is just a few generations of peasants who saved money and saved their family business, and finally became a small landlord. I don’t have much knowledge, I don’t know the twists and turns in this officialdom, I only got a fellow Jinshi, and I feel that I am amazing, and I started to collect money when I became a county magistrate...

How much money can the Ma family have?

This has been the county magistrate for three years, let's see how fat he is.

"As much as he has been greedy, spit it out according to the number." Wang Zuo said lightly while drinking tea: "Even if it is to sell iron, this hole must be filled."

Although he was only young, Wang Zuo was the head of the family early. At the age of 16, he became King Ning and began to handle errands. Now there are so many cases that he has handled. Not to mention "Qingtian is alive", he is also very ruthless

His status is there, no one needs to sell his face, but others need to act according to his face.

Wang Zuo don't see the high responsibility, but he is a man of cleanliness, that is, he can't tolerate some dirty things in his heart. For this reason, what he hates most are corrupt officials, the second is the corrupt guy, and the third is the person with unclean heart For this reason, he is almost becoming a "scavenger".

"That's right, I must let him return the embezzled money, not a penny!" Lord Du is working hard now, this is not an ordinary imperial envoy, he will If you don't behave well, when will you wait?

"Go back!" It was getting dark early, and Wang Zuo was in a bad mood, so he flicked his sleeves and went back to the county office.

Now the backyard of the county government office is a temporary residence, and the best room is naturally for Wang Zuo to live in. Although he is a prince and aristocrat, Wang Zuo never brings beautiful servants and servants with him when he travels on business. He brings his own personal guards. Killing is a rough man, and he can't serve him well at all, but he has to serve him. Fortunately, when Mrs. Du came, he brought thirty servants and forty healthy servants. They didn't live in the county government office, but Live in the inn, work two shifts during the day and night, serve the group of people to eat, drink and sleep.

They're back, Wang Zuoxijie, he's going to wash up and change clothes when he gets back, and when he feels comfortable, it's time for dinner.

In the Northeast, we eat on the kang. Because it is warm, a square table is placed on the kang. There are two dishes and one soup on it. For steaming, we choose soft steamed buns. It had a salty taste, and the other dish was more eye-catching. It was a plate of scrambled eggs with tender leeks. The soup was also quite fresh, and it turned out to be pork bone and spinach soup.

These three dishes, one stew, one stir-fry, one soup.

The green ones are more green, so comfortable to look at in the winter, and the steamed buns are not made of white flour, he has already eaten enough of the steamed buns made of white flour, the steamed buns with double noodles...he ate them when he was in prison.

Just looking at the arrangement and the dishes, it was definitely not made by the chef who brought him, even if he knew how, he would never dare to make it for him to eat.

Without saying a word, Wang Zuo got on the kang with his legs crossed, and took a bite of the steamed buns with two noodles...it was the smell of the prison!

Cornmeal and white flour are half and half, one catty of flour is one catty of cornmeal, and the steamed two-faced steamed buns are soft and delicious, with a natural sweetness of corn.

Wang Fugui, the long follower of Wang Zuo, looked at the food and wanted to go for a drug test.

"There is no need for a drug test, this food must have been eaten in advance." Wang Zuo knew that the small prison boss ate a big pot of rice with the prisoners. Today's table must be made by him. Others can't make this taste. Son.

"Has anyone eaten it?" Wang Fugui was about to scream.

"What are you arguing about?" Wang Zuo was upset: "Go out to eat, I don't need you to serve me here."

Well, I didn't say a word right and was kicked out.

Wang Fugui is not worried about falling out of favor. He is the youngest son of Wang Zuo's nanny. He and Wang Zuo are nanny brothers. They grew up together. It's just exercise.

Scratching his head, he didn't know what he did wrong again, and he was kicked out, but he also had a way to find out, so he went to the kitchen where he ate, and asked the people at Mrs. Du's side, and he heard that the meal tonight was from Xiao Ding The prison boss did it....

Wang Zuo ate slowly. The plate of stewed minced meat seemed to be some kind of stewed salted melon eggs. It was so salty and appetizing that he couldn't stop eating; , There are many leeks, few eggs, and there is only a little soup left after being eaten by him.

The soup was completely drunk, and the only thing left was the stew, which was half a plate, but he ate all four rotten heads in one plate.

After the food was taken away by the maid, Wang Zuo walked slowly outside... He ate a bit too much, and the food was a bit salty. He was drinking hot water slowly, and he couldn't drink tea. Drink tea again , can't sleep at night.

Mrs. Du, who was also out for a walk with "Yihao", met him.

It's rare to take a stroll together to digest food, but who is Wang Zuo?

He wouldn't believe it. It was a coincidence. In his position, how many people were willing to curry favor with him, and he would do anything for it. He had seen a lot since he was a child.

"Is your meal okay tonight?" Sure enough, Master Du came here for this matter.

He racked his brains to treat this man well, Master Du is also pitiful, he dare not spend a lot of money, and he can't afford it, there is nothing new here in Beidi.

This one can't eat, he is also anxious to get angry!

But tonight, he heard that the food was good, so he came here, one was to chat and get close, and the other wanted to show off his merits.

"Tonight's meal is simple and tastes good." Wang Zuo glanced at him: "But it should not be cooked in the kitchen. The chef in the kitchen dare not bring me prison food."

Master Du's legs softened: "No, listen to the official's explanation... The official just wants someone to do something different for you.

On the spur of the moment, he forgot Ding Tian's identity.

A prison boss, isn't he doing prison food!

This is taboo!

I just thought about feeding the person above me, and forgot about this taboo.

Ordinary people don't know how to eat in prison, let alone this person with a respectable status.

"Forget it, I know you don't mean it, are you rich?" Wang Zuo called out.

"My lord!" Wang Fugui immediately appeared in front of him, with traces of ordering soup on the corner of his mouth.

"Reward that little prison boss... Ding Tian, ​​right?" Wang Zuo thought for a moment, "Give him ten taels of silver, two bolts of silk, and let him cook for me these two days."

"Yes, my lord!" Wang Fugui cupped his fists and went to carry out the order.

"Get up." Wang Zuo told Master Du who was kneeling on the ground trembling to get up: "I know you have good intentions, so I don't blame you^"

Only then did Master Du get up, in the midst of winter, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The people in charge above are really hard to serve.

"What kind of person is Ding Tian?" Wang Zuo was curious: "The cell he manages is different."

Master Du's tongue seemed to have been bitten, and he hesitated a bit, so what should I say?

At the beginning, he was the one who bullied Ding Tian, ​​who didn't understand anything, so he left an empty cell to him to deal with, and went to Fucheng to hide by himself.

After returning, Ding Tian really foolishly renovated the cell.

He did this unreasonably, but there was no way around it. At that time, he was also very tight-handed.

Who knew this one would end up here?At that time, he was very fortunate that when Mr. Ma took office, his team did not follow him. He hated the backcountry of Niujiao County, and it was a bitter and cold frontier.

Otherwise, what they found might be this corpse.

At that time, not to mention the Beifeng Mansion, the entire Daqing court would be in turmoil, and even the people who got involved would probably have their heads beheaded by the emperor.

Seeing Master Du like this, Wang Zuo waved his hand: "Forget it, you don't need to talk about it."