Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"Swipe!"

The old man could hardly see the shadow of the knife. The outer skins of those round potatoes had been peeled off, revealing the golden flesh.

Afterwards, Zhao Che threw the potatoes on the chopping board, another flash of knife light, and the potatoes were cut into even thin slices.

"My lord is good at martial arts!"

The old man didn't know what was going on, so he had to praise him from the sidelines.

"Fire!"

Zhao Che put the knife back into its sheath, and signaled the old man to put more firewood under the oil pan.

Soon, bursts of blue smoke rose from the oil pan, and the oil temperature had risen.

Zhao Che felt that the temperature was about the same, so he directly threw those potato chips into the oil pan.

Immediately, a burst of fragrance emanated from the pot, and the potato slices gradually bent and dried due to the high temperature.

Zhao Che only fried the potatoes for a short while before scooping up the potato chips.

Since there was no strainer, Zhao Che could only pick it up with chopsticks, which took a lot of effort, and also caused a lot of potato chips to be overcooked.

However, Zhao Che didn't pay too much attention, he threw the fried potato chips aside, and the rest were thrown into the frying pan after controlling the oil a bit.

After the second frying, the moisture inside the potato chips has been completely fried and become very crispy.

This time Zhao Che fished it out and put it in a bowl.

"My lord, what is this? It smells so good!"

It was the first time that the old man knew that potatoes could still do this, even without any seasoning, but the fragrance of the potatoes themselves had been completely exuded after being fried.

"This thing is called potato chips, the elderly can try it."

Zhao Che smiled, then picked up a piece of potato chips and put them in his mouth.

"Crack!"

The crispy potato chips make a crisp sound as soon as they enter the mouth.

The old man also took a sip, but couldn't stop after tasting it.

These potato chips are crispy and crunchy, and they taste delicious and crispy, which makes people really unable to stop their mouths.

The old man got better and better, and he didn't even care that Zhao Che was still by his side.

Not long after, when the old man touched again, he found that the bowl was empty, and he had already eaten the potato chips that he had fried just now.

Looking at Zhao Che and Jin Yiwei at the side, Zhao Che only ate one piece, and Jin Yiwei didn't even move.

The old man felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.

"My lord, the potato chips you made are really delicious. I'm being rude to the old man, please forgive me!"

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's just a small snack, and it's easy to make. After you learn it, you can try to make it yourself and sell it. I believe the business will be good."

Hearing Zhao Che's words, the old man finally realized that Zhao Che had taught him a way to make money just now.

The method of these potato chips is so simple, and they are so delicious. If they are promoted, they will definitely sell well, much better than their own potato cakes.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if you use this method of potato chips to open a store to sell them, you can make a lot of money.

But Zhao Che taught him this method for free, and the old man didn't know how to thank Zhao Che for a while.

"My lord, you invented these potato chips. I can't take advantage of you, old man. I promise that I will never tell anyone, nor will I sell them. I just go home and try them myself!"

"No, it's just a potato recipe. It's very simple, and what I taught you is for you to sell it. You just do it."

Zhao Che waved his hand and said indifferently.

"That's how it is, my lord. I'll give you all the money earned from these potato chips. Just give the old man some wages."

The old man didn't want to take advantage of Zhao Che, so after thinking about it for a while, he came up with this solution.

"No need, I didn't just teach you this potato chip. After you go back, you can see that the lives of the nearby Qianshou are more difficult, so teach them how to make these potato chips. As long as you yourself become rich, it is tantamount to making a living for you." Daqin has solved the problem of poverty alleviation, which is tantamount to repaying me."

"Don't worry, old man, I will definitely not let you down."

Hearing this, the old man probably also guessed some of Zhao Che's identity.

The sons of ordinary people don't have such a high level of ideological awareness, and Zhao Che was born with a face, and these few days coincided with the first emperor's parade passing through Nanjun.

From this point of view, although Zhao Che is not very old, he must be a big shot in the court. As a man, he naturally looks down on such a small potato chip.

"By the way, this potato chip has more than one flavor. You can also try sprinkling chili powder and pepper on it, so that you can make potato chips with other flavors."

"The old man has remembered the teachings of the nobleman."

The old man nodded repeatedly, looked at Zhao Che gratefully, but was thinking in his heart how to repay Zhao Che's kindness.

Zhao Che didn't think too much about it. He only thought of potato chips as a snack when he saw the potato pancakes made by the old man.

"Old man, let me tell you one more thing. These potato chips are easy to make, but they must be fried in a frying pan. You must not use chopsticks to pick them up. You can find someone to make a spoon with bamboo sticks or wire later, and leave some Kong Lai, so that you can pick up the contents of the pot."

"The nobleman actually understands this?"

The old man was just worried about how to get the potato chips out of the frying pan.

After all, many of the potato chips that Zhao Che made just now were mushy because they were over-fried. Such chips must not be sold, and they can't be eaten by themselves, so they can only be wasted.

But if you have the kind of spoon that Zhao Che mentioned, you don't have to worry about this problem.

"It's just a few gadgets."

Zhao Che waved his hand and said something indifferently.

"My lord, this is the first time the old man has heard of the kind of spoon you mentioned, how about you give it a name?"

"Huh? A name? Let's call it Yanli."

Zhao Che didn't think too much, and said casually.

In history, it seems that the thing of Jianli first appeared in the late Qin and early Han Dynasties, and he didn't think about changing the name, so he just came up with it.

"Zhaoli?"

The word "straight fence" has not been invented yet, so the old man naturally does not understand its meaning.

Seeing this, Zhao Che took out the notebook and pen that he carried with him from his arms, and wrote down the word "笊松" on a piece of paper.

"These two characters are pronounced as 笊松, because they are made of bamboo, so the prefix bamboo is used. 笊 is a claw under the prefix of bamboo, which means grabbing, and Li means bamboo fence, because this 笊枞It looks like a bamboo fence."

There is no character "笊" in Qin State's characters, so Zhao Che simply wrote in simplified characters.

After all, it will still be passed on in the future, and it cannot be without a name.

"Thank you, sir, the old man will remember."