Liang Chuan asked Yi Niang to bring a burning firewood, which ignites the leaves on the top of the mound. "Whether it is successful or not, it depends on the fire to be hungry or comfortable this year." Liang Chuan solemnly threw the fire in to Yi Niang and Zhaodi, and a stream of white smoke gradually emerged from the top. The two of them were in a complicated and nervous mood. They had never seen this method. There were few people using charcoal in the south, and even fewer people made charcoal, and a big stone was hanging in their hearts.

The flame penetrated through the top and slowly burned down. The process was slow. Liang Chuan rubbed his hands and said to Yi Niang: "Where did you ask me to make a chicken?"

Yi Niang mentioned the pheasant I just got disgusted. She killed the chicken and did not pull the feathers. The internal organs were cleaned up, and the hair outside was not cleaned. How could she eat it? The third brother’s work became more and more strange. I have never seen this charcoal before, and I have never seen this chicken that was so troubled. It’s okay if the wood is ruined. What if this chicken is broken? What is a good chicken? How long has it been since several people eaten meat... Alas, I don’t care, Yi Niang handed the chicken to Liang Chuan.

Zhaodi was relatively simple-minded and excited when he heard what he was eating, and asked, "What is a beggar chicken in the third brother? Is it a chicken made by beggars? It is called 'beggar chicken'?"

Yi Niang and Liang Chuan both came here as beggars when they were young. She knew the bitterness and bitterness of the past, but she didn’t know when Liang Chuan would make this flower chicken.

Liang Chuan said mysteriously: "Do you know the Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

The two of them shook their heads neatly like wave drums, and they said, "I don't know each other!"

Liang Chuan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Of course you don't know each other. Teacher Jin didn't write it to feast your eyes. How could you know each other!"

Yi Niang and Zhaodi rolled their eyes on Liang Chuan in unison.

Liang Chuan shook his head and said, "This is called Hua Chicken. It has a long history. It is a special dish made by wrapping the processed chicken with soil and lotus leaves and baking. There are no lotus leaves now, but it can still be made. Wrap the chicken with mud and set the fire to make the mud. The chicken will be cooked after the mud is heated. That year, Huang Rong conquered Hong Qigong with this and then soaked Brother Jing. Today I will let you taste it too!"

Huang Rong? Hong Qigong? Brother Jing?

Liang Chuan told Zhao to dig some yellow mud in the mountain, so there was no need to do more this time. Zhao Dai was swaying and moved quickly. He dug a lot of yellow mud in one go. Liang Chuan asked Yi Niang to take it to pick up water and pour the water into the pile of yellow mud. The mud should also be pasted on the chicken, but it should not be as dry as the mud pasted outside the pile of firewood. The mud should be thinner because the chicken has not even faded, and the mud water should be soaked into the root of the chicken feathers. The pheasant is larger than ordinary chickens. It uses more yellow mud, and it becomes a very large lump when wrapped.

Zhao Di is a greedy person. Seeing Liang Chuan ruining good things like this, he almost shouted out: "Ah! Third Brother, why are you ruining this fat chicken like this? Can you still eat it like this?"

Liang Chuan hummed, "I haven't seen it before, let you see the world today! Don't be anxious, don't panic, you can beat me and scold me if it doesn't taste delicious. Please don't disturb my artistic creation now! Brother Zhao, go and dig a hole as big as this chicken for me here!" Liang Chuan said, pointing to the place where he was standing.

Zhao Di said nothing and came out in a big hole. He usually dug birds and digged rat holes, which was familiar! Liang Chuan put the mud balls into the soil pit. The mud balls were roughly level on the ground. He leveled the soil he had just taken out, and then piled some bad firewood that could not make charcoal on the position where the chickens were just put on. After lit the fire, the fire gradually became more and more prosperous.

Liang Chuan was doing his job and began to literate Yifa and Zhaodi, "Do you want to hear the origin of this chicken?" "If you want to say it, just say it! Don't sell medicine in the gourd." Liang Chuan said: "This chicken originated in the Jiangnan area. It is called "Beghua Chicken". It is a chicken stolen by beggars. Wrap the chicken with mud and set it up to heat it up. The chicken will be cooked. This is a dish that cannot be reached by the elegant hall. It is said that when an emperor conquered the world, he often suffered defeat. Once he died, he accidentally fell into the wilderness and was hungry for several days. The sky was endless. When a beggar saw that he was pitiful, he gave him the "Beghua Chicken" that he thought was delicious. The emperor was sleepy and hungry, so he naturally felt that this chicken was extremely delicious."

Yi Niang and Zhaodi have never seen the world many times. Once this person has not been in contact with the community much, he loves to listen to the various gossips of the colorful world outside. When Yi Niang heard Liang Chuan say that the emperor was defeated, she immediately said: "I know, this emperor must be the Gao Emperor of the Han Dynasty! Emperor Gao used to compete with King Xiang in the world, and was chased by others every day and beaten up to the dust. After losing, he couldn't even eat. It was definitely the Gao Emperor!"

Liang Chuan didn't expect that Yi Niang knew about Emperor Gao. Emperor Gao was Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han. Liu Bang won the world. He was a public security chief in Sishui. He was even a rogue. He was a group of people slaughtering pigs and dogs around him. Unexpectedly, he finally got the world. This process was not a simple process. However, he was often beaten so hard that he couldn't eat. It was like a stray dog. Listening to Liang Chuan's allusions, it was reasonable to think that Emperor Gaozu of Han was.

Liang Chuan did not say that there was another emperor who had also been a beggar in later generations. This emperor was Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Bang had many similarities, because they could not believe it. Liang Chuan glanced at Yi Niang, cast a glimpse of praise, and said, "I didn't expect Yi Niang to know Emperor Gao, she is smart!"

Yi Niang used to occasionally go to the market to watch opera troupes and sing operas, so she also knew a little and felt a little proud.

"Of course this was what the chef thought of himself to add points to this dish. Think about it, the emperor is the Supreme Emperor of the Nine Five, so how could he eat beggar's food? The chef dared to bring beggar's food to the imperial court. Didn't he think that he had a long life? Do you think so?"

Liang Chuan nodded repeatedly when he said something.

Liang Chuan continued: "After eating the chicken, Emperor Gao asked Beggar what the chicken is. Beggar was embarrassed to say that the chicken was called "Beggar Chicken", so he blew the chicken was called "Fugui Chicken". Emperor Gao praised the chicken. Beggar only then realized that the homeless man later became the emperor. This "Beggar Chicken" also became "Fugui Chicken" because Emperor Gao's golden mouth opened. Beggar Chicken was the same dish as the emperor, but this identity was one in the sky and one underground, and has been passed down to this day and has become a famous dish that has entered the elegant hall!"

Zhao said, "Third brother, you can even play with the dishes for the emperor. Who do you learn from? In our remote areas, who can still make the dishes for the emperor!"

Liang Chuan said: "This is just a legend. He can't tell me about such embarrassing things back then, right? Hahahaha!"

Even Yi Niang was amused by Liang Chuan.

Zhaodi was impatient and asked Liang Chuan from time to time: "Brother Third, when can this chicken be eaten? I can't wait."

Liang Chuan said: "You can't be anxious. This chicken is either stewed or fried. If it's urgent, it will not be cooked thoroughly. If it's eaten, it will run away from the stomach. When our charcoal is almost cooked, the chicken will be almost ready to eat."

After this lecture, Zhao Di immediately stuck to the ground and stared at the small holes with a hook. Liang Chuan said that if the firewood could be seen turning red in the hole, it would be charcoal.

Because there is not much food, some families often can only eat one or two meals instead of three meals. This is the case with Yi Niang's family. As for Zhaodi, he is a young man who is usually used to hunger. Not to mention two meals, he is satisfied even if he can eat one meal every day.

The sun was setting in the west, and the partridges were crying in the forest, and the evening breeze blew on people, making it colder and colder. Yi Niang had already cooked rice in the house, and Zhao Di was still lying on the ground and staring at the situation in the charcoal stove.

The smoke from the cooking hut slowly floated, and the red light from the charcoal stove gradually reflected on Zhao Di's face. Zhao Di looked at the stove for a while, and then saw how the chicken was roasting. When the fire was weak, he would add firewood. Taking care of the flames was like a little baby, afraid that the fire would catch a cold.

"It's time to eat! You two are coming back to have dinner." Yi Niang's call came from the house.

"San brother! Third brother! The charcoal is burning red! Come and see!" Zhaodi saw that the fire in the mud cone had completely burned to the bottom, and hurriedly called Liang Chuan to see what to do. His excited voice made the black nose jump happily.

Liang Chuan sat in the yard watching the sunset. In the past, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but he was mediocre every day and had to consider various things in work and life. Unlike now, the conditions were extremely difficult, but he could just think about how to eat a full meal. He didn't have any other pressure. He could hold the grass stalks in his mouth and watch his wife tease the dog.

Liang Chuan heard Zhao Di's call from afar, got up and patted his butt to the charcoal furnace, looked at how much the firewood in the furnace was burning, and squatted down. Red light shot out from several small holes, reflecting the red face, almost enough to seal the furnace.

"Brother Zhao, use a little mud to seal the hole below and the opening above. The fire will be extinguished after a while, but cool it down and keep it sealed. After dinner, we will open it again. You can dig out the rich chicken first, and we will have dinner!"

"Okay!" Zhaodi was so happy that he finally wanted to eat this fat chicken! He went to get some water, put out the fire, then held a stick in his hand, shoveled it hard, first cleared all the soil around the chicken, and carefully carried the chicken out. The mud outside the beggar chicken was completely hard, like a round lump of soil, and there was still heat on it!

Liang Chuan said to Zhaodi: "Zhaodi takes that chicken into the house, we are going to have a meal!"

There was no table in the room, so a wooden trunk was built as a dining table. Three people were tightly surrounded by the wooden trunk. The big round lump of soil was placed on it, and Zhaodi's saliva was like a waterfall. Yi Niang brought everyone a bowl of rice. The same rice had no side dishes, and the fragrance of rice scented the room, making people's index fingers tremble.

Liang Chuan said that if you eat meat today, if you still drink porridge, you will not be able to taste it. Yi Niang and Zhaodi have tried this way, but meat is always meat, and the taste is wonderful.

The three of them sat upright with bowls. Liang Chuan looked at Yi Niang. It was his wife. He looked at Zhaodi again. He was benefactor who could not be covered in food. He felt deeply moved. Zheng Zheng said in a matter: "Today is our first time eating meat. We want to thank Zhaodi's pheasant. Today is also our first time to cook charcoal. I don't know whether the charcoal will be completed, but it will be done! Starting today, our lives will get better and better. I will let you not have to worry about food and clothing, live in the largest room, and sleep in the largest bed!" Liang Chuan's tone became more and more excited, and his every move exuded charming domineering.

Yi Niang didn't expect Liang Chuan to say this, and her eyes were inexplicably circling. She just felt that she could eat and sleep well in this three-point field, so she didn't expect to live in a big room and sleep in a big bed.

He is his husband, and he will go wherever he goes. He sleeps in the cottage and he will also squeeze with him. Zhao Di is even more a miserable person who no one cares about and wants. He has no meals, so he will not think about tomorrow. Liang Chuan and his wife take him in. Although Liang Chuan becomes different from Liang Chuan he knows, he will not think too much. He knows who treats him well. Zhao Di said, "Third Brother, you... this is..., I will follow you, live in a big room! Sleep in a big bed! Hahaha!"

Liang Chuan looked excited and was in a humble room, but he was ambitious! He said to Zhaodi, "Brother Zhao, come over with a wooden stick, let's eat chicken!" Zhaodi rushed out in a hurry and took a thick stick back. Liang Chuan took the wooden stick he handed over and smashed it down at the beggar chicken. The mud shell outside cracked in response to the sound, split into two, and gently broke it along the crack with his hands. The mud shells on both sides were taken down with chicken feathers in one go! "Yi Niang, hurry up, go get some salt!"

This is called "flower chicken" usually wraps with lotus leaves or film, but now it is winter, where does the tender lotus leaves come from, let alone film? The soil method in the wild is to treat it with hair and wrap it directly with mud. After baking, even if the mud is knocked off, the yellow mud sticks to the root of the chicken feathers, it will even bring it down! Because the internal organs are clean, you can eat it directly after peeling it off. Water can also give it to the black nose. This saves lotus leaves, but the only disadvantage is that the hygiene is a bit poor. Now it is thankful that you can eat meat, and you are afraid of being unhygienic. Besides, the hygiene is not high in this era, and viruses and bacteria are completely incomparable to later generations, so this way of eating is still completely acceptable.

The pheasant was originally fat and tender. The heat rose from the surface of the chicken without even pulling out the hair. The fat under the skin was retained. After peeling it off, it was intact and oily. Liang Chuan gently applied the surface of the chicken with salt. Salt was also a valuable ingredient in this era. The Huangchao chaos in the Tang Dynasty was done by a salt dealer. The country controlled salt very strictly. It was common because of the chaos of salt. However, salt was indispensable. In ancient times, it was heavy physical work. If you didn’t eat salt, you would become weak and you couldn’t do the work, let alone fight. The crystal white coarse salt was lightly applied, and the golden oil and snow-white coarse salt complemented the fun and were so beautiful!

Liang Chuan broke a chicken leg and handed it to Yi Niang and said, "My wife has been taking care of me for many months. She has worked so hard that she can't repay you. Today I borrow flowers to offer Buddha. You have a meal with this thigh!" Yi Niang wanted to push it back and gave the big one to Liang Chuan himself. When she looked at Liang Chuan's face, she was very determined, so she was not polite and put the chicken leg on the meal.

Liang Chuan broke another chicken leg and handed it to Zhaodi and said, "Brother Zhaodi, you saved my life, I have no choice but to repaid it, but I promise you that I will use your chicken to treat you to chicken leg today, and you will follow me from now on, and I will let you have chickens to eat every day!"
Chapter completed!