Chapter 144 Barbecue
As the sky gradually darkened, everyone was looking at the several large jars of Chinese medicine Vaseline prepared in the East Cross Courtyard, feeling a little disappointed in their excitement. It was still too little.
After the first cylinder was made, Zhao Shuping and others called people and got a few barrels of gasoline and concentrated sulfuric acid.

Wang Deming asked Mr. Rong Si to send Chinese medicinal materials such as raw Chuanwu, raw Caowu, cinnamon twig, asarum, red fire, Glauber's salt, and camphor from the Chinese medicine factory in Suzhou Hutong.

Grind it into powder according to the proportion and mix it with the processed Vaseline. The anti-frostbite ointment with a faint Chinese medicine aroma is ready.

Especially after the laborers who moved the goods tested the ointment, they found that it really worked immediately and greatly relieved the unbearable itching in the hands, feet and face!
The old man Zhao Shuping was as wild as a young man. He waved his big hand with a red face and said, "Close the lid and seal it well. Deming, you take everyone to the barbecue season, and I'll pay!"

The old man was wearing a round hat today. His thin face was matched with his puffy eyes that looked like goldfish eyes. Wang Deming immediately had a picture in his mind: Teacher Jin Shijie shouted in a decisive tone, "I'll pay for the wine! I'll pay!"
For me, seven cents. You can calculate the exact amount yourself!

The old man continued excitedly, "I will go to the Ministry of Health for acceptance, and then find the Quartermaster Department, and try to send it to the front line as soon as possible!"

"Our traditional frostbite prevention and treatment formula combined with the ointment you made, Deming, will definitely provide better protection for the soldiers on the front line!"

"If anyone dares to oppose me, I will slap him in the face!"

"Haha! Okay, count me in too!" Zhao Bingnan, Ha Yumin and others also bravely stepped forward.
Surrounded by the old man Zhao Shuping, the group rushed to the Ministry of Health.

Wang Deming smiled silently, and bowed to the laborers who had been helping with the work, saying, "Men, let's go too!"

The laborers were immediately overjoyed: "Thank you, Boss, for the reward!"

"Comrade! We are comrades!" Wang Deming quickly corrected.

"Thank you comrade for the reward!"

Well, it took me a while to get used to it, and when I got excited I started to use the old name.

If you want to know what is the most comfortable thing to eat in Beijing in winter, one must be shabu-shabu mutton, and the other must be barbecue.

In my previous life, a fat black man named Guo said something very apt: It was snowing heavily outside, and my three or five close friends set up a hot pot and drank yellow wine.
Mr. Yu Dafu's "Four Seasons in Peking" also describes it: light the stove, light the lamp, hang the cotton door curtain, and the house will be warm like the spring wine, barbecue lamb mixed with garlic, which is even more inseparable.
The restaurant of BBQ Season is located in the east of Qianhai. Before liberation, this place was the Lotus Market. Every Dragon Boat Festival, the place is very lively with the arrival of fresh river food, including fresh fish, shrimp, lotus pods, water chestnuts, tender lotus roots, chicken rice heads, and lotus leaves (for lotus leaf porridge).
As soon as the weather gets hot, seasonal fruits such as watermelon and cantaloupe, as well as summer snacks such as ice bowls, plum soup, and snow yogurt are all available online;

There are also shops selling daily necessities, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and handicrafts;
Opera, drum, cross talk, storytelling and other artists also occupy their own place.
As for winter, there will definitely be various barbecue stalls. A large iron grill - a round plate of wrought iron bars - is placed on top of a large stove. Several people who don't know each other hold a pair of long bamboo chopsticks in each hand and grill their own food in front of a small stall.

The most famous barbecue restaurants in Beijing are divided into "Nan Wan" and "Bei Ji". Nan Wan refers to the Kaorou Wan in An'er Hutong, and Bei Ji refers to the Kaorou Ji in Shichahai. Kaorou Wan is most famous for its beef, while Kaorou Ji is famous for its mutton.

The founder of Kaorou Ji was named Ji Decai, a Hui Muslim. He started out by setting up a stall with a cloth sign that read "Kaorou Ji" in the Lotus Market. Later he borrowed money to buy a small building facing north and south, just opposite the Yindian Bridge, which is a perfect location for enjoying the scenery of Shichahai: Yinding Guanshan.

Why is their business so good? That’s because they really put in the effort: they use only fresh and tender hind legs and upper heads of Xikou Mianyang, remove the fascia, press them between two ice cubes overnight to squeeze out the accumulated blood, and then cut them into translucent slices, which are said to be as good as tofu.

When eating, one foot stands on a stool and the other holds the bowl of condiments - a mixture of soy sauce, vinegar, minced ginger, cooking wine, braised shrimp oil, chopped green onions, and coriander leaves; with the other hand, one holds the long-handled bamboo chopsticks, picks up a few slices of mutton, dips them in the condiments, and places them on the iron grill.

The flames of the pine cones and pine wood burning below licked the mutton, making a sizzling sound. It was cooked through simply by turning it over.

Then dip it in the special Erba sauce made from peanuts and sesame, chili oil, green chives, and pickled garlic. Hey, it's so delicious!

So it was not just ordinary people that were attracted to the "BBQ Season". It also attracted a large number of cultural and artistic people, such as Pu Xinyue, who wrote the "BBQ Season" signboard, which has not yet been burned; Mei Lanfang and Ma Lianliang, etc.
A group of burly men surrounded Wang Deming and arrived at the entrance of the barbecue season with a threatening look. The greeter's eyes lit up.

He immediately came forward enthusiastically, waving the white towel on his shoulders in a particularly chic manner, brushing off the dust on Wang Deming and others in the crowd, and greeted: "Hey, Comrade Wang, you haven't been here for a while!"

"What are you doing today?" Looking at this group of people.

"There's something good going on today, I'm going to treat you comrades to barbecue."

"Comrade Wang, we don't have that much space in the store right now. Can you arrange for us to set up a few stalls at the door?"

Wang Deming turned his head and looked at the laborers, who shouted, "Sure, what's the problem?" "Out there, we men can eat a few more plates of meat."

"Haha, that's right!"

Wang Deming nodded to the receptionist and said, "Okay, set up the barbecue stall, and then quickly serve the meat and wine."

Then he turned around and asked the laborers, "Comrades, how about Erguotou?"

"It's done, why can't it be done?"

"Haha, we're not used to drinking rice wine!"

"Okay!" Wang Deming waved his hand, "Comrades, you can earn enough food and clothing by doing it yourself. Let's help set up the stall together!"

"Okay! Haha." A group of people came into the store and moved out 5 stalls. Someone skillfully put a few red-hot coal balls into the stove, and others added pine branches into the stove, and "crackling" flames began to rise.

The shop assistants pushed wooden carts, and plates of meat and two-liang wine jugs were brought up like flowing water.

Standing on a bench, Wang Deming held a bowl of condiments in one hand and long bamboo chopsticks in the other, and shouted loudly: "Comrades, eat meat and drink wine with big mouthfuls!"

"OK!"

"Sizzle." The aroma of roasted lamb suddenly wafted from the entrance of the barbecue season, constantly stimulating people's taste buds.

As everyone was enjoying the meal, Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong beside Wang Deming were extremely reserved.

Neither of them had ever eaten at an open-air stall with other strangers.

Especially since these people were eating, drinking and chatting, the two of them felt even more awkward. They whispered in Wang Deming's ear, "Deming, how about we go into the restaurant to eat? And heat up a pot of rice wine?"

Wang Deming leaned back slightly and whispered in their ears: "What a great opportunity this is to get along with the masses."

"Why are you two still acting like capitalists? You two need to adapt to the trend and blend in with it!"

Wang Deming grilled a piece of meat for each of them and put it in their bowls. "Come on, eat quickly!"

"Uh okay!"

"Come on, have another sip of Erguotou, this wine is refreshing!"

"Uh, okay"

"Hickey, cough!"

"Just get used to it!"

After a few drinks, Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong gradually relaxed and joined in after they were drunk.

On the other side, Zhao Shuping and others arrived at the Ministry of Health and slammed an aluminum lunch box onto the leader's desk. "Here, leader, let me show you something good!"

　Why do I write so much detail? Because once I went to Donglaishun for mutton hotpot, I almost vomited. The waiter didn't even know what the big three-pronged fork was, and blood foam came up as soon as the mutton was put into the pot. Shit, I remember eating at Donglaishun in Beijing, but there was no blood foam at all, because the mutton at Donglaishun was the same as the mutton at the barbecue season, which had to be pressed with ice bricks overnight to squeeze out all the blood and remove acid. There were also various old-fashioned snacks, but what are they doing now? I went to Nanmen Hotpot to eat fried tripe, and the tripe was inedible, and the outer membrane of the tripe was not even torn off. Shit.
　　
　
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