Straight man of steel

Chapter 8

"Is this the new iron tool you made?"

An untimely voice interrupted Zhang Yuan's fantasy.

"Ah? That's right, the villain calls it an iron pot, but it can't be used yet, it has to be polished and the surface can be treated before it can be used for cooking."

It was getting late, and the one-day wait had obviously exhausted Zhuo Wenjun's patience.

"I see that you only used wrought iron in the process, but what is the use of this cast iron?"

Zhang Yuan obviously forgot all about going to experiment with the steel irrigation method, and was rendered speechless by Zhuo Wenjun's question.

"Forehead"

"Okay, the polishing can be done in the Fuchu, let's go back to the Fufu first.

I will give you another two days, and I will see that the finished product still has the effect of this iron pot.

If it's just useless work, from now on you can just stay at home and copy books, and don't think about these weird strategies anymore. "

"Understood, Miss."

The plan to experiment with the method of pouring steel has also come to naught, and we can only wait for the opportunity to talk about it in the future, but with the iron pot, it will definitely be much easier for Zhang Yuan to get in and out of the workshop.

After returning to Zhuo Mansion, Zhang Yuan did not go to rest directly, but started to polish, Zhuo Wenjun only gave it two days, if the day after tomorrow this pot can’t play its due role, Zhang Yuan’s struggle to become rich will overwhelm Zhuo Wenjun Dreams may not come true.

Asking a servant to bring a bucket of water, Zhang Yuan sat on the stone in the courtyard and picked up a small millstone to polish the iron pot.

Xiaoqing has been behind him to massage his back, but he is not very tired, but the sleepiness in his brain is getting stronger and stronger.

Unable to bear it any longer, Zhang Yuan went back to his room to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I started to polish the iron pot again.

After a whole morning, the pot was finally polished by Zhang Yuan, and the inside and outside became smooth.

After cleaning it several times with plant ash, Zhang Yuan returned to the kitchen with the iron pot in hand.

It was not easy to find a piece of fat pork that had not been cooked into mince from various earthen pots.

Place the cleaned iron pan on the stove, light the firewood below, and soon all the water stains on the iron pan evaporate.

Zhang Yuan picked up the piece of fat with the skin on the wooden stick, put it into the pot, and spread it evenly on every part of the iron pot.

The entire process is not complete until the entire piece of fat is turned into fat, leaving only a piece of burnt skin.

Zhang Yuan originally thought to take away the oil in the pot, but seeing Xiao Qing's longing expression, Zhang Yuan gave up.

Anyway, in this day and age, this thing is a precious thing. If Zhang Yuan poured it out in front of these people in the kitchen and spread the word, I don’t know how many people will come to scold Zhang Yuan for his waste of money.

He found a fairly clean crock and poured all the lard into it, and Zhang Yuan returned to his yard.

Waiting for the hot sun to dry the iron pot again, Zhang Yuan rinsed it twice, then threw the iron pot into the courtyard.

He just told the servant to wait until dark to bring the iron pot to his room.

Now that Zhang Yuan knows that every pair of eyes in the yard may be staring at him, he will not take risks like yesterday.

Lie on the bed, close your eyes, and start to browse through the technology and drawings of the water blowing method.

Today's blower power is basically manpower. No one knows this better than Zhang Yuan. He has been doing this job for three months.

The water blowing technique is also simple, using running water to push the runner, and then using a series of tools in the middle to make Zhimu constantly push and pull the bellows.

After reading it, Zhang Yuan was desperate. If he wanted to make this thing out, would he still have to learn carpentry?

Zhang Yuan felt that the purpose of this system was to turn him into a Gongshu class of the Han Dynasty.

After having money, the first thing is to leave the Zhuo family, and the second thing is to recruit a bunch of craftsmen to work for him.

It can no longer be like now, where even making an iron pot has to be done by himself. Before he had few carpenters, Zhang Yuan was determined not to start work on this water drainage blower.

"Young master, it's time to eat."

Xiaoqing would bring a portion of food at every meal time, and then asked Zhang Yuan to eat.

After eating millet porridge with salted vegetables for several days, now I have an iron pot, so I have to enjoy it.

"Let's go Xiaoqing, your son, I will take you to see what real food is."

For Zhang Yuan, eating these so-called delicacies of the Han Dynasty is no different from chronic suicide. People in this era are still in the stage of getting calories, and they don't think about the taste at all.

Picking up the pot, Zhang Yuan came to this kitchen for the third time after entering the Zhuo Mansion, and the servants working in the kitchen have long been familiar with it.

They all felt that the new grown-up in the family must not be very smart, or else he wouldn't run to this kind of place every day.

Zhang Yuan looked at the kitchen and there were not many ingredients that could be used for cooking, so he had to pick up a cabbage, Chinese cabbage, and a piece of lean meat.

Holding a kitchen knife in hand, he began to cut on the chopping board. The knife skill is much better than the chef in Zhuofu.

After cutting it, he washed it several times with clean water, and Zhang Yuan was relieved.

He didn't know many seasonings, so he just took salt, green onions, and ginger. (Garlic was brought back by Zhang Qian on his envoy to the Western Regions, but it is not available now.)
Add the lard you made at noon to the pot, then put the lean meat cut into strips and ginger slices into the pot and stir-fry.

Finally pour in the cabbage and add salt.Sprinkle chopped scallions on it before serving, and after about a stick of incense, the aroma of stir-fried pork with cabbage has already permeated the entire kitchen.

Those servants and cooks were all dumbfounded. Although Zhang Yuan could not share this dish with them, he felt that this might be the first stir-fried dish in history. Such a great achievement was born in front of these people, and it was theirs. What a blessing.

Ignoring these people, ordered Xiao Qingsheng to order two bowls of yellow rice and Zhang Yuan went back to the house.

Putting the stir-fried meat with cabbage on the table, Zhang Yuan took the first bite with his chopsticks.

Two lines of tears flowed directly from Zhang Yuan's eye sockets. This is the taste that I have been looking forward to for more than three months.

"My son, why are you crying?"

"It's okay, young master, I'm fine, Xiaoqing, you can sit down and eat too."

"The maid dare not."

"It's okay, there's no one else here, I'll let you sit down and eat, so you can sit down and eat."

After Zhang Yuan's persuasion, Xiaoqing dared to sit down and have a meal with Zhang Yuan.

After Xiaoqing took the first bite of the dish, she was stunned. In her previous cognition, minced meat was the most delicious food in the world, but the stir-fried pork with cabbage in front of her overthrew her immediately. worldview.

After the first bite of food, Xiao Qing seemed to have forgotten the status of master and servant between her and Zhang Yuan, and kept eating non-stop.

After Zhang Yuan was full, he looked at Xiao Qing who was still licking the plate, smiled and stretched his body and ran to the yard to watch the moon.

When I returned to my room to rest, I found that my quilt had been rolled out, and there was obviously a person lying in it.

"Xiaoqing?"

The person hiding under the quilt on the bed responded.

"It's the maid."

The clothes on the shelf beside the bed should belong to Xiao Qing, Zhang Yuan sighed.

"I won't sleep here tonight, you should go to bed early."

Zhang Yuanshen was afraid that he would not be able to restrain his impulse, so he ran to the yard and washed his face with cold water several times.

Brother, this is a crime, you must control your lower body, keep calm keep calm keep calm! ! !

After thinking about it, he gave up the bed to Xiao Qing, but he had no place to go.

Humph, if she sleeps in my bed, then I'll sleep in hers, that's the way to do both.

That night, Zhang Yuan had an extremely fragrant dream.

Youdao is like a spring dream without a trace, and the youth's spring dream is quickly forgotten.

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