When Xu Fengde, the husband of the supreme man, walked out of the Xuanquan with his hands behind his back, it was lively outside.

On the open space outside the Xuanquan, there is a four-foot-high square earth stove, made of blue bricks, with a large belly and a small mouth, which looks like an upside-down water tank. Clay with wool is applied on the outside, and a ventilation port is left at the bottom.

This was built by Ren Hong with Xu Fengde's permission yesterday and brought the disciples from Xuanquan. It was early autumn and the weather in Dunhuang was so hot that it only took a day and night, and the earthen stove was completely dry inside and outside and ready to use.

At present, the fire was burning strongly in the stove pit, and firewood was constantly poured into it, making the walls of the pit burn hot. After the open fire disappeared, Xia Dingmao put more than twenty dough embryos that had been rolled in.

Xu Fengde leaned over and took a look, but saw some black flax on the flat yellow dough surface, and according to Ren Hong's request, he had pinched the edge of the naan and tied the breathable holes.

The dough is tightly attached to the round pit wall. When it is finished, it uses a piece of cooked cowhide to cover the pit.

Then Ren Hong and others ignored everything and just bragged and spanked.

"That's the end?"

Xu Fengde was a little stunned. The novel ways to eat that Ren Hong proposed in the past were all to stir-fry hard in front of the iron pot, and all kinds of ingredients were delicious, but time-consuming and labor-intensive. The dishes made were valuable. Only entertaining officials and distinguished guests could report the case. Why is it so simple today?

"Wait for a moment." Ren Hong was full of confidence. Baking naan is the most authentic delicacy in the Western Regions. When he was traveling in the Western Regions in his previous life, he ate it almost every day and saw the recipe countless times. Today, he only made the simplest one, neither brushing oil nor baking it twice.

Xu Fengde still had doubts: "This quash is medicine, can it be put together with the cake?"

Ren Hongdao: "A few months ago, the gentleman also said that garlic is a medicine, spicy and unpalatable, so he refused to eat it? What's the point now?"

Garlic is garlic, and it is also an alien species brought back by Brother Zhang Qian from the Western Regions. It is now just used as a medicinal material.

The doctors in the Central Plains believe that this thing can open up the five internal organs, reach all orifices, remove cold and dampness, and ward off evil. The postman and messenger who travel to and from the Silk Road often carry a pack of garlic with him. Once he has heatstroke, he will chew a piece of garlic and water...

That taste is so sour. The first time I ate it, I guess it was so spicy that my face was full of tears.

Ren Hong hasn't tried it before. He only knows that once someone talks to you, he is probably the postman who often travels far away.

At least in Dunhuang County, Ren Hong was the first person to put garlic into dishes. He slurry and then stir-fry the garlic cloves and add them to boiling oil. Whether it is stir-frying or stir-frying meat, the taste becomes more delicious.

Garlic is even more indispensable when eating pasta.

“There is no two kinds of food in the world, like garlic and noodles.”

Ren Hong forgot what a celebrity said, it was not Lu Xun anyway.

Xu Fengde refused at first, until he couldn't resist Xia Dingmao's strong recommendation and tried it once...

From then on, Xu Fengde was out of control. Now, whenever he had eaten, he could skillfully peel a few heads of garlic, and wait for the noodles to be served.

Sure enough, people in the Northwest eat garlic only 0 times and countless times.

After counting carefully, sesame seeds, garlic, broad beans, coriander, cucumbers, pomegranates, walnuts, and grapes were all introduced one after another after being cut into the Western Regions... So, Zhang Qian, the Hou of Bowang, is truly an eternal hero of the foodie country and a national hero!

After Ren Hong used garlic as an example, Xu Fengde had nothing to say, shook his head, returned to the shadow of the door of Xuanquan, and asked someone to lay a mat and wait for Ren Hong's masterpiece.

"I want to see what you can do."

However, in Ren Hong's opinion, the old guy was just greedy and wanted to taste it as soon as it was released.

Waiting and waiting, Ren Hong took a pack of mahjong and gave Xu Fengde another suggestion.

"A variety of veal?" Xu Fengde narrowed his eyes: "Why? I don't open a medicine shop when I sing Quanzhen."

"I asked the people who farmed in Xiaogu County some time ago."

Ren Hong explained patiently: "They said that if you plant flax in the first year, you will definitely suffer from fewer diseases in the next year, and your fertility will be high in yield."

"This shows that this thing has the effect of increasing soil fertilizer and killing insects. Didn't the gentleman plan to open more than a hundred acres of new land by the Xuanquan River? Why not plant vegetarian food first?"

The Xuanquan store originally had only more than 100 acres of land, and did not grow grain, but only used as a vegetable bed to plant some onions, leeks, sunflowers, etc., so as to ensure that the vegetables are self-sufficient. Recently, with the increase in the number of tourists traveling to Hexi, it is not enough.

"If it's true as you said, you can try it."

Seeing that Xu Fengde was loose, Ren Hong was very happy. The price of squid was very high. If he could plant dozens of acres every year, he would not have to worry about sesame needed for baking naan in Xuanquan.

Sesame has other great uses, such as oil pressing. These days, the oil mainly comes from animal fat refining, but even domestic animals are very thin and have no oil.

As for vegetable oil, peanuts are still in faraway America. Rapeseed flowers blooming on the banks of Qinghai Lake in later generations are also foreign species. Ren Hong has not seen them yet, and he doesn’t know whether they were introduced to the Central Plains?

Therefore, the only oil crops that can be found at present are soybeans and sesame seeds. If you can use the hanging spring as the starting point, plant sesame seeds to let the white sesame flowers bloom all over the river.

In this way, in a few years, Ren Hong may be able to drink sesame oil, or even dip sesame paste into mutton...

Thinking of this, he was a little hungry. He looked up at the sun. The time for lunch (15:00 to 16:30) had arrived.

At this time, Xu Fengde's nose moved.

"It smells so good!"

Ren Hong also smelled it. This was the burnt fragrance of the wheat flour and the strong fragrance emitted after baking the sesame seeds.

He looked at the naan pit and smiled:

"The naan is cooked!"

...

Even when it was released, the temperature of the naan pit was still hot. Xia Dingmao held a lot of sweat and held a tong tongs in his hand to pull out the naan one by one. The chef Zoro puppy held a basket next to him.

But I saw that the baked naan was baked, and the moisture was removed, the sugar degraded, dyeing the naan with a burnt yellow color, and the rich wheat aroma came to my nose.

Luo Xiaogou was so greedy that her saliva was almost flowing down. She couldn't help it for a moment. She reached out to get it, but she screamed:

“So hot, so hot!”

Xia Dingmao turned his head and scolded him, "Puppy, new food is out, and the elders should taste it. Have you forgotten? It deserves it to burn!"

"Didn't I want to try warm for Xu Sufu?" Luo Xiaogou then brought the red willow basket containing more than a dozen naans to Xu Fengde and smiled and said, "Xu Sufu, try it?"

"How can I stop talking at such a big age?" Xu Fengde was very disgusted and even learned from Confucius, but he didn't eat it if he couldn't cut it properly.

It was Ren Hong who took out the knife he carried with him, cut the huge piece of naan into small portions, and presented it to Xu Fengde.

Xu Fengde looked at the golden baked naan on the plate, his throat moved, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of wheat is strong in the mouth, the crispy skin, and the flax that is cooked until cooked is so fragrant.

Because there is a little salt added to the noodles and it has a faint salty taste, after swallowing it, I feel a sense of satisfaction of filling my stomach.

"how?"

Everyone looked at Xu Fengde, but saw that he had eaten several pieces of food and drank a sip of water before saying lightly:

"It's delicious, but it's too dry, and it's not very good for old teeth."

This old man!

The others also started to move. Luo Xiaogou, who had been waiting for a long time, held a naan and chewed it. She looked ugly and her cheeks bulged and said it was delicious.

Ren Hong's side is the correct way to eat naan. He slowly ate it with his hands and shared it with Xia Dingmao.

Chef Xia Dingmao also believes that this product has a great taste: "It is better than soup cakes and steamed cakes, and can be compared with the stewed cakes and fish rubbed by gentlemen."

After all, the soup cakes these days are not noodles, but they are just dead noodles. They are similar to the soap buns in later generations. If they don’t have rich mutton soup, it is really difficult to swallow.

Ren Hongxiao said: "Today is just the simplest. In fact, there are more ways to make it. For example, you can apply some oil on the naan embryo and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions. The baked naan can be crisper and more fragrant. You can even brush beef and goat milk, add porca, and add meat filling."

Putao is grapes. In the Western Regions in later generations, there was not only grape naan, but everything could enter the naan!

Naan was not actually Ren Hong's invention. Its direct ancestor was called "Hu Bing". It has long appeared and is the staple food of the city-states of the Western Regions oasis.

Ren Hong once softly curled the water and asked the Hu Shang, who was stranded in the spring, to teach him how to make primitive Hu cakes. He was still in the simplest stage of burying cakes by the fire. The flour was also very rough, and in terms of taste, they had just made a nan.

After everyone was overwhelmed by the wind and after eating three naans, Xu Fengde called Ren Hong over and said:

"Ren Hong, let's talk about it. This food is delicious, but what does it have to do with entertaining Fu Jiezi and allowing Xuanquan to achieve the best place in the county this year?"

"Dare to sue the miser."

Ren Hong swallowed the last bite of naan and smiled and said, "If this thing is not mixed with chicken and no flax, it is actually very cheap and the baking method is simple."

"But even the simplest way to cook, baking naan is delicious and easier to carry than the rations of Han soldiers, right?"

...

After a busy day, when Ren Hong returned to his residence, it was already "night food" (91:00 to 22:30). The sun sets in the northwest, and it is just dark now.

Although ordinary people only eat two meals a day these days, there are exceptions. The border guards who are on guard at night and the postman who traveled all night have the power to have a extra meal, so they have become customized.

There are people on the dock wall who are guarding them. They are eating the leftover baked naan in the afternoon. This thing can be kept for a long time, and it will be fine for ten days and half a month.

There are 27 rooms in the air inside and outside, and there are 15 of them. Among them, fifteen are houses for guests to stay and eat. They then divide the kitchen, office, and warehouse for storing documents. The remaining rooms are equally divided among more than 30 people. Obviously, it is impossible.

Therefore, the only one who is in the Xuanquan housed Xu Fengde has a single room. Ordinary disciples and soldiers need to sleep in the big bunk bed, while the minor officials such as Ren Hong and others live in pairs.

Ren Hong and Xia Dingmao lived in the same house. The house was small and narrow, and there was not much furniture. There was only one couch on each side, with a few tables in the middle, and a small copper lamp on it. These days, the ointment and oil were precious, and the candles could not be lit easily, and the surroundings were dim.

Mr. Xia kneaded the noodles for a day today and baked naan on a hot day. He didn't say anything bitter, but in fact he was exhausted. After he came back, he fell asleep soundly.

Ren Hong couldn't sleep, so he laid two layers of wheat straw on the couch and added another layer of mat, which was still a little hard. He tossed and turned, thinking about the daytime things.

Today, after hearing Ren Hong's comparison of baked naan with the military rations that the Han soldiers often ate, he understood his plans.

"Do you want to offer this thing to Fu Jiezi?"

But before Ren Hong could explain his plan in detail, Xu Fengde yawned and said to him: "Don't say anything to me in detail. Please keep these words in front of that Fu Gong."

After saying that, he turned around and left, greeted everyone from Xuan Quanji, divided the twenty or so baked naans, and left a sentence for Ren Hong:

"Since you have the full authority to prepare for this matter, I will ignore everything!"

This decentralization was completely released, which made Ren Hong a little stunned. Xia Dingmao said to him:

"Xu Sefu is just talking badly, but he keeps thinking about managing Xuanquanzhi in his heart. Everyone in the opposite station has always been concerned. The gentleman is no exception. After all, Xu Sefu also watched the gentleman grow up."

"Although Xu Sefu intended to let the gentleman stay in the Xuanquan in the past, since the gentleman's intention was decided to leave, he also hopes that you can fulfill your wish."

Xia Dingmao sighed again: "More than ten years ago, I brought a gentleman to Dunhuang and settled in Xuanquan. Thanks to Xu Suifu inviting him. I thought that the bitter and cold lands here were all extremely vicious people, but I didn't expect that most of the people I met were good people."

Ren Hong silently remembered these words in his heart and sweared secretly: "Even if I leave this place, I will never forget Xuan Quanzhi, let alone the people here!"

According to Ren Hong's assumption, Fu Jiezi will arrive seven or eight days later, and he has time to prepare...

As the night became darker, Ren Hong's eyelids also began to fight and fell asleep on the couch...

I don’t know how long it took, but it was probably because the chicken had cried twice before he was awakened by a burst of horse hooves!

A loud shout came from the entrance of Xuanquanzhi:
Chapter completed!