Chapter 105: Feeling something along the way

The wheels pressed against the snow, making a creaking sound. When the horse pulling the cart reached noon, it had to be replaced by a donkey. The wind seemed to come out from all sides, carrying the snow on the ground, sweeping across from the side.

Whenever I pass by a village, I can always see a group of little kids running there, my little hands that were red-cold and still held the snow, holding it firmly, and hitting people on the other side.

A snowball was hit on the little kid's face. He wiped his snot with his sleeves while crying and providing ammunition to others. Whenever he couldn't stand the cold, he put his hands in his clothes to warm up, or rubbed them with snow vigorously until the heat came out of his rub.

No child accidentally fell down and didn't feel any pain. The clothes he wore were covered in snow on the ground, so he rolled up and got up.

County Magistrate Jia sat in the car and looked at the children playing, and found it interesting. Unfortunately, he couldn't go down to play for a while.

"Sir, I guess I can't get to the place after it gets dark at night. The road is difficult to walk. After wading for so long, it will be exhausted if you walk again. The donkey will get slower." The yamen runner saw the curtains in the carriage and walked to the side and said.

"Oh, I didn't eat at noon, and I was wrong at dinner." County Magistrate Jia didn't prepare so much when he came, and only brought some water and tea to drink in the car. But he didn't know that it was now. When he changed the donkey at noon, there was a small shop. He saw that there was a little burial there, so he didn't eat it and asked someone to continue on the way.

The yamen runner hesitated for a moment, and went to another yamen runner to get a paper bag, handed it to the car, and said, "Sir, if you are hungry, you can eat this."

County Magistrate Jia took it and opened it to see it. He found that it was fried dry noodles. He didn't know how to eat "What is this?"

"This was specially prepared for us by Zhangjiazhuang. When you go to patrol, you may have something to eat on the road, and there is also this thing." The yamen runner said and handed over a bamboo tube with a small finger to County Magistrate Jia, which was only two inches long.

Without asking County Magistrate Jia, he said directly: "If you soak the noodles in water, pour the thing in. We usually don't have water, so we just spread the things on the noodles and eat them. The noodles have already been wrapped in seasonings and other things. There is oil and butter. Zhangjiazhuangzi fell to death and the cow was killed. Usually most of the butter will be left to make this.

Now that you have frozen, you can hold the tube down and hold it in your hands for a while, the oil will come down and apply it on the noodles. It’s delicious. I don’t know what it contains. It’s not that greasy to eat just this oil. If it’s hard, it can be used as a snack."

When Magistrate Jia heard this, the most impressive thing was that Zhangjiazhuang specially prepared for us. OK, it was indeed good. When the yamen runners were unable to eat outside, there was something Zhangjiazhuang made for them. This was the case for others, but it was definitely not for themselves.

County Magistrate Jia thought, looking at his teacup and the pot with little water. He really couldn't soak it. He didn't want to eat it like this, and asked the yamen runners: "It doesn't seem that good to chew this thing outside."

"Sir, it's not that we are lazy. In addition to giving this thing, the Zhang family also has four sets of bowls and a pack of lime. When they want to soak, fill the bowl with water and sprinkle the lime in another bowl. Sir, you have to soak it. There is also a bamboo tube here, which contains some dry dishes. It will be soaked in the water."

As the yamen runner said, he handed over a bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was slightly larger and there was a bowl. County Magistrate Jia took it to see that there was nothing else on the bowl and it was washed clean. Then he put the noodles in, and there was naturally a pot over there to boil water.

When he poured the butter from the small bamboo tube and opened another bamboo tube, County Magistrate Jia felt even more helpless. What he poured out was actually some dried meat pieces, which seemed to have been braised for one time before drying. With some dried dishes, the yamen runners could eat these things when they were hungry outside. How could they not think of Zhangjiazhuang?

There are vegetables, meat, oil and oil, and then use that bowl to eat hot noodles. This meal costs at least six or seven cents. The meat is not pork or chicken, fish, most of it is lamb, and a small part is beef.

Alas, this Zhangjiazhuang is really hard to deal with. The people in the county remember their goodness. The yamen runners were eating other people's food, even if they were new, they lived in houses built by others, using the things they put in the house, and eating the dishes they had prepared for them.

If these are the only ones, they are not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing is the means and tolerance. So many restaurants and shops belong to others. They take them out when they say the method of growing vegetables in winter. As long as they encounter a stronger person, they will give up their benefits, such as the emperor's nephew and the prince.

As for those who are not capable, if you finish one by one, how bad is the Mi family losing? Do you have to lose even if you don’t do what they say?

When he was thinking about these things, the water had already opened. County Magistrate Jia poured everything into the bowl of noodles, poured the water in it, covered the lid, and said to the yamen runners outside: "Whoever you want hot water, I'll boil some."

County Magistrate Jia has put down his airs and wants to boil water for others. He doesn’t want to offend the yamen runners now. There are more than 700 yamen runners in the entire yamen, that is, more than 700 families, and relatives and neighbors. Zhangjiazhuang can deliver things, can’t he pretend to behave?

"Sir, don't boil water anymore. We have something else to eat. The instant noodles were originally planned to be sold, but later I found that it was not possible, so Zhangjiazhuang gave it to us..."

"They can't sell it to you?" County Magistrate Jia was happy now. He couldn't sell it to give it to him, and it was different from giving it to him directly.

"Yes, it's not easy to sell. This instant noodles is eaten normally. There is another thing. I heard that it is pressed out with large iron pieces. It is this one. There are chopped green onions, meat seeds, and oil. It is wrapped in oil paper. Adults, don't look at this thing, you can eat a piece for half a day. This is specially made for us."

As the yamen runner spoke, he handed in another paper bag. County Magistrate Jia opened it and saw that it seemed that the snacks were much harder than the snacks. He didn't know what to eat.

"What's this?"

"The person who sent it said that this is called compressed biscuits, which are easy to use. You will be full after eating a piece of water. People who travel far away like this thing the most. It has a small portion and tastes good. Don't use fried noodles as usual. I also sent something two days ago. When there is water, you can soak it in water and water chestnut powder. People say that these two are better matched."

The yamen runner handed the yamen to the yamen again a paper bag. The yamen numbed, took it and took it to take a look, and said to the yamen runner: "What else is there?"

"There are some of the soups used to make soup, which are powdered, with fish foam, seasonings, and dry powder from bone marrow." The yamen runner simply took the backpack from another yamen runner and handed it to the car.
Chapter completed!