Dingshi Nanming

In Nanming, the setting sun is like blood, and the mountains and rivers will be broken. When the cauldron and the wok collide with the sword and the halberd, and the sauce and vinegar blend with the beacon fire, a neglected "taste epic" begins. The book is introduced by Han Yanhui, a "traveler in the late Ming Dynasty": when he woke up, he became the young master of the "Dingnai Family" in Songjiang Prefecture. His courtesy name was Zi Chun, and he was a Jinshi in the 17th year of Chongzhen. There was an order to shave his hair outside, but inside he had a mouthful of "Songhe Sauce" that had been handed down for three hundred years. He originally just wanted to keep the old sauce vat, but he was involved in Guilin by the torrent of history. As a result, the sauce vat became a grain platform, the sauce boat became a battleship, and the flavor of sauce became the military spirit. Beside the cauldron, he met Cui Yang, a shooter from Huguang, and Xiong Jian, a salt owl from Gansu. Under the plum tree, he married Chen Xianyuan, a woman with unparalleled plans. In the fragrance of Songhe sauce, the four of them made a blood alliance: "Where people live, people die when sauce dies!" From the Zhejiang-Fujian salt road to the dark fire of Lingqu, from the wind and snow in Guilin to the lingering snow in Languan, Han Yanhui used "flavor" as his soldier and "sauce" as his flag to escort Emperor Yongli through the five provinces, letting the smell of sauce become the last anchor point for people's broken hearts. "Dingshi Nanming" is divided into four volumes. "Jiang Xue Northern Expedition" fully describes the entanglement of "taste" and "blood": Sauce can comfort soldiers and poison enemies; sauce can facilitate trade and hide soldiers; sauce can be a source of nostalgia and fire. "Frost Blade's Western Expedition" will follow Li Dingguo into Yunnan, with pepper and blood splashing together; "Pine Fire Passing East" sailed with Zheng Chenggong, turpentine and saltpeter burned together; "Crane Shadow in the Southern Sky" followed Emperor Yongli into Burma, and ended with a "tasteless banquet" to bid farewell to the Southern Ming Dynasty. If the food in the cauldron is not exhausted, the rituals and music will not disappear; if the sauce blood is not dry, the mountains and rivers will not be cold. This is a story written with great emphasis on taste. One bite will fill your mouth with the spiciness and sweetness of the apocalypse.