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Chapter 107 – Breakfast In The Song Dynasty

Chapter 107 Breakfast in the Song Dynasty

By the well.

Seeing all the poured well water flowing rapidly along the pipes inside the stone pillar, the expression on Xu Yun’s face became more and more serious.

As Wang of Science and Technology, how could he not know what this phenomenon represents?

It is clear.

In the middle or the other end of the pipeline, there must be some kind of link that is generating suction.

However, considering that Yue Lian, a maid supervisor, was present at the scene, Xu Yun could only temporarily put aside the many thoughts in his mind, and followed Zhang San to start pouring water.

The East Wing of the Su Mansion is a guest room, and there is no occupant now.

Therefore, the tasks of the two should be relatively leisurely, as long as the main room and the west wing room are filled with water.

It took about a quarter of an hour.

The twenty barrels of water have all been poured back.

Yue Lian put the lid on the stone pillar again, locked it after confirming it was secure, and said to Xiao Saner and Xu Yun:

“Okay, third brother, Wang Lin, you can go to have breakfast.”

“Great!”

Xiao Saner clapped her hands happily, and said to Xu Yun:

“Wang Mazi, hurry up, let’s go eat!”

Seeing this, Xu Yun had no choice but to follow.

Then, led by Xiao San’er, the two passed through several courtyard walls and arrived at a small shed on the left side of the South Wing.

The area of this small shed is about 200 square meters. There are several wooden tables and chairs inside, and the roof has some measures to prevent rain and wind.

When Xu Yun and the two arrived at the scene, there were already many servants in the shed eating their morning food.

Morning food, also called morning food.

It is what later generations call breakfast.

Well known.

From the Shang Dynasty to the Tang and Song Dynasties, most of the ancients only ate two meals a day:

One meal is a ‘big meal’ from 7 to 9 am, and the other meal is a ‘snack’ from 3 to 5 am.

Wait until the Tang and Song Dynasties—especially after the Song Dynasty, the habit of three meals a day gradually began to appear.

Part of the reasons are related to the economy, and the other part is because the Song Dynasty began to lift the curfew, and the night market culture began to prevail.

Nowadays, in a large courtyard like the Su Mansion, the breakfast of the members of the main family is usually finished products bought by the servants at the restaurant—for example, before Xu Yun appeared yesterday, the old Du Guan was allocating the purchases for today’s breakfast.

Family members who like to open blind boxes will go shopping in the street. Nowadays, there are so many vendors on the streets of Bianjing, as can be seen in “A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival”.

Only servants like Xiao Saner, Yong Zhu and Xu Yun who lived in the South Chamber would open fire in the kitchen in the courtyard early in the morning to make some food for breakfast to fill their stomachs.

In Xu Yun’s impression, servant is actually a very restrictive word.

When it comes to the word servant, it is basically inseparable from attributives such as numbness, life force, and hopelessness.

Strictly speaking, it may even be linked to human rights.

The owner beat and scolded at will, and if he was killed, he spent some money to clean it up, or even sent it to a random grave outside the city at night without spending any money.

A human life just disappeared in the long river of history without a sound.

But in this shed, the servants Xu Yun saw, regardless of gender, were full of happiness, at least not with empty eyes or frowning.

The overall mental outlook has a positive and spontaneous atmosphere.

This kind of energy is not a forced smile, but a joy from the heart.

Then Xu Yun followed Zhang San to the other side of the shed, where there was a food table made up of several tables.

The staple food is steamed buns—at this time they are called steamed cakes, steamed buns, cooking cakes, rice porridge, etc.

The side dishes include pickles, minced chicken, salty meat, jujube tower and so on.

At the same time, Xu Yunhai was surprised to find that there were a lot of meat grains in the rice porridge and side dishes.

Seeing that he couldn’t move his eyes from the food, Zhang San on the side added:

“Wang Mazi, the servants in the mansion are divided into four categories: Qing, Dai, Li, and Yi. The monthly payment and meals of each category of servants are different.

For example, I am a valet. For breakfast, I can order three main dishes and two side dishes.

Although you have no salary, you can only be regarded as a young servant. As usual, you can only take two staple foods and one side dish, understand? “

Xu Yun glanced at several staple foods, and found that the staple foods were not small in size, and two biscuits were enough to fill his appetite:

“clear.”

Zhang San nodded, picked up a small bamboo basket skillfully, and ordered the dishes:

“Ms. Lin, bring me a pancake, a steamed pancake, and a bowl of watery rice, as well as pickles. And that fish pocket.”

Aunt Lin, who is in charge of cooking, is a woman in her fifties, not tall, with a dark face and an apron wrapped around her waist.

She bought a basket of food one by one according to Zhang San’s request, and then looked at Xu Yun:

“You’re new here, aren’t you? What do you want?”

Xu Yun then picked up a basket and said:

“A steamed pancake and a bowl of rice porridge, and a pile of minced chicken.”

Ms. Lin quickly prepared the meal, and her eyes stayed on Xu Yun for a while.

A few seconds later, his eyes suddenly lit up, he shook his head, and added another bun to Xu Yun’s basket.

Xu Yun: “.”

Then he sighed resignedly, and under Zhang San’s guidance, he chose a seat close to him and sat down.

Just took a seat.

Zhang San looked like a starved ghost reincarnated, picked up the pancake and took a bite, his mouth was stuffed:

“It smells so good!”

Xu Yun picked up water for half an hour before, and his stomach was somewhat empty, so he also picked up the bun and took a bite.

Huh?

It’s still stuffed with meat?

He chewed a few more bites, um, pork.

The Song Dynasty was a time when there was no meat, but in this period, the mainstream meat eaten by the middle and upper classes was mutton.

During Song Zhenzong’s reign, the imperial chef slaughtered 350 sheep every day, during Renzong’s reign, 280 sheep were slaughtered every day, and during Shenzong’s reign, the imperial chef consumed “434,463 catties and 4 taels of mutton” a year.

According to the records of “Tokyo Menghualu”, the population of Bianjing City in its peak period was close to one million including the ten outer chambers, and at most it consumed more than 3,000 sheep every day. (The most popular statement on the Internet is more than 20,000 a day, but I can’t find the source, and more than 20,000 personally feel unreasonable)

As for the source of these mutton, it is very simple:

Since the “Tanyuan Alliance” was signed, the amount of mutton consumed in the Song Dynasty reached a terrifying amount every year.

However, due to the price, it is difficult for the common people to eat mutton.

For a servant like Zhang San, it is not difficult to cut some mutton during the holidays, but he wants to eat food made of mutton every day.

Really think that Su Song is the Virgin Mary on the Internet?

Therefore, the meat that servants can eat for meals in this era is generally pork.

Because the pork has not been castrated these days, it tastes foul.

Plus the growth environment is generally relatively harsh, so it is regarded as cheap meat.

However, no matter how cheap pork is, there is still no shortage of pork in the market.

For example, in “Water Margin” written by Shi Naian, Zhen Guanxi, who was beaten to death by Lu Tixia with three punches, is a standard pork butcher.

However, it is one thing to eat pork, but it is another matter whether it tastes good or not—Although Su Song is also surnamed Su, the chef in his house obviously does not have the cooking skills of Su Shi, a big boss.

The meat stuffing in the meat bun was extremely fishy, and the fat was knotted into knots. Xu Yun couldn’t swallow it even with his eyes closed.

So in desperation, he could only apologize to himself, and swept the meat out of the bun with chopsticks.

Zhang San, who was on the opposite side, couldn’t help being surprised when he saw this:

“Wang Mazi, why don’t you eat pig meat?”

Xu Yun shook his head slightly:

“Abdominal pain and discomfort, unable to eat pork.”

“stomach ache?”

Zhang San was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately thought of something:

“That’s the stomach, right? Indeed, the intestines of a person like you are prone to problems.”

Xu Yun: “?????”

Then before he could speak, Zhang San couldn’t help but licked his tongue, his eyes lit up and said:

“Wang Mazi, if you don’t eat pig meat, how about I exchange half a pancake with you?”

(end of this chapter)