Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 5 Jinniu Baozi Shop

The first one to go was of course the blacksmith shop. Several blacksmiths frantically knocked on the iron blocks on the iron felt, but ignored Zhang Ang.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to ask: "I want to build something, who should I contact?"

A rough and hoarse voice roared: "Garon, here's the business!" It seemed that his throat was scalded by the high temperature here.

A muscular and muscular man pushed aside a pitch-black curtain at the back of the room, and came out: "Isn't this Master Li Ang from the Leonard family? Why, are you here to hit the meteor hammer?" The voice was equally rough. Hoarse, "The lightest weight of this meteor hammer is 20 kilograms. With the young master's body, let's go home and get a wooden one to practice first."

"No, no, I came here to make a pot and a knife." As he spoke, Zhang Ang took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to the man: "It's about this size, and I want a pot made of cast iron. Also, the knife should be made of the best material."

The strong man took it over: "You need such a big pot, it's not cheap to make it all cast iron. Oh, this knife is small and doesn't cost materials. Why, learn how to use a knife instead?"

"These are for cooking at home. Tell me, how much does it cost? When will it be ready?" Zhang Ang said hastily.

"For the sake of our friendship with Lord Baron for so many years, let me give you a cost price. The pot counts as 2 gold, and the knife uses the best stainless steel for you, which counts as 1 gold. Maybe it can be done the day after tomorrow, and then I will give it to you." You send it over, and you pay after it's delivered. I'm afraid you master and servant won't be able to handle such a big pot." Uncle Garen's voice was filled with warmth.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Gallon." Zhang Ang thanked repeatedly.

The second one went to the butcher shop. The fat man with a greasy face was standing by the shop with a smile on his face. The stall was full of large and small pieces of pork.

"Boss, I want to buy a pig." Zhang Ang said to him.

"Oh, how much do you want?" The boss's voice was lazy.

"I want a whole head, live!" Zhang Ang was decisive.

"What's the purpose of buying it? You nobles are so tricky, well, come with me." Zhang Ang followed the boss to the backyard of the shop.

The backyard is very big, and the fences are full of fat pigs that "squeak and hum". "Choose yourself," the fat boss said, pointing to the pigs.

Zhang Ang has learned the ability to easily distinguish between water-injected pigs, hormone-infused pigs, and sick pigs given stimulants, which is useless here.All the pigs I saw were healthy and lively pigs that grew up on pure natural feed.

Zhang Ang randomly chose the one that was pleasing to the eye, paid the money, and asked for a rope to take the pig away.

Zhang Ang led the pig, went to the grain store to order flour, went to the salt store to buy salt, went to the vegetable and fruit store to order wild vegetables, radishes and fruits, went to the spice merchant to identify and screen some spices, and went to Pottery shop, fabric shop and more.But after searching for a long time, they couldn't find any bamboo sellers, so they had to go to the wood sellers to sell some wood.Tell them to take them home.

After working for a long time, the sun went down before he knew it, and most of the stalls in the market were closed. Zhang Ang led the pig and walked home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

After a tiring day and a night without dreams, I found that white light again in my dream, but this time Zhang Ang didn't go in.

The next day, old Ivan came to see Zhang Ang with the cook he found yesterday.

These two cooks don't look young anymore, they are probably in their 30s or 40s. When they get older, it is difficult to find a job, and they stay at home and worry about making a living.Old Ivan approached him and agreed without saying a word.

But they all seem to be very diligent. They came here early in the morning and tidied up the messy things they bought yesterday.Feed the pigs and chickens in the backyard.

After Zhang Ang had breakfast and freshened up, he began pre-employment training for the two of them and old Ivan.

The first thing to teach is dough. The bread here has not been fermented, which is equivalent to a heated dough. When it cools down, it will be dry and hard.This kind of flour products cannot be made without fermentation. Now there is no baking powder to use, so we have to use earthen methods.

Zhang Ang found a pottery urn, put a dough mixed with water into it, sprinkled a layer of dry flour on it, covered the mouth of the pottery urn with a layer of soaked linen, and put it under the eaves of the house. in the shadows.In this way, after 7 or 8 hours, the dough can ferment naturally.

Zhang Ang instructed them, one to sift the flour, one to knead the dough, and one to put it into the pottery urn.The division of labor is clear, and after a while, 4 or 5 jars are ready.

Then pickled vegetables, wash the radishes and wild vegetables, slice the radishes, cut the wild vegetables into sections, smear salt water, put them into a pottery urn, press the cleaned stones, seal it with a wet sackcloth, and put it under the eaves as before.

In this way, one of them washes vegetables, one cuts them, and one puts them in pottery urns.The division of labor is clear, and after a while, there are 4 or 5 jars again.

Looking at the row of pottery urns under the eaves, the whole morning was wasted.

In the afternoon, a master stonemason was invited, and the stove and chimney in the living room were greatly changed, and a small window was opened on the wall facing the street.This master stonemason knew at a glance that he was a master of martial arts, and his work was fast and good. Of course, the price was also expensive.

I went to the carpenter in the next street to borrow tools and made a wooden steamer at home. The 4 people worked until dark to complete the 8-layer steamer. Zhang Ang asked them to leave work, and everyone was exhausted.

The next day, the blacksmith delivered pots and kitchen knives early in the morning. Four people worked together to put the cauldron on the new stove.

Zhang Ang also finally got the kitchen knife he had dreamed of. He saw that the blade of this kitchen knife was shining blue, the face of the knife could reflect the face, and the handle had thin non-slip edges.Pulled out a few hairs and blew on the blade, and it was immediately divided into two halves.Really good kitchen knife.

Of course a good knife must be used, Zhang Ang and the four worked together to overturn the big fat pig, and then hung the fat pig head down to the beam of the house covered in sweat.

Regardless of the fat pig's screams and struggles, Zhang Ang closed his eyes, stroked the kitchen knife in his hand, and muttered: "Entering the world with nothing, it seems that there must be room for it to be easy."

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he swung the knife suddenly.

The screaming and struggling of the fat pig stopped abruptly, and he remained motionless.Startled the 3 people next to me.

Zhang Ang skillfully cut open the fat pig's neck, and let the pig's blood stay in the wooden basin on the ground.If the pig's blood is not used, the pork will have a bloody smell, making it difficult to swallow.

After finally waiting for the pig's blood to run out, everyone scalded the pig's hair with boiling water, put the pig down, and carried it to a wooden table.

While recalling the knife technique, Zhang Ang divided the fat pig into large and small pieces, and put them away in different categories.

"Sure enough, this knife technique has to be practiced on living things to achieve its effect, it cannot be practiced on wooden stakes. Fortunately, I am a cook." Zhang Ang thought to himself.

He selected a suitable part, chopped it into minced meat, marinated it with salt and spices, and put it in a wooden basin for making buns tomorrow.

Since you want to open a store, you should have a famous name.

Zhang Ang thought of his family's crest, a golden bull's head holding a meteor hammer with a thorn ball in its mouth.This meteor hammer naturally refers to his family's martial arts, and the golden bull's head is the symbol of the "Taurus Palace" in the "Athens Sanctuary", the second largest righteous sect in the continent of Europe.The ancestors who represent themselves are official disciples of the "Taurus Palace".That "Use of Mad Cow Power" must be the inherited exercise over there.

Then call it "Jinniu Baozi Shop". It's always good to have Tiger Pila. I'll ask old Ivan to order the signboard and wait for the official opening tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)