Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

Even if it is the upper class, I never thought that there are other ways to eat wheat besides steaming...

And Zhuge Liang, thought of it, and made changes, so the entire Shu Han regime was not stable.

Therefore, this thing must be kept secret!

If the big man is not stable enough, what else is there to play, let's go to sleep.

Of course, he really thought too much about this point. If there was enough wheat to eat, would natural disasters and man-made disasters come together at the end of the Han Dynasty?It is because even the wheat to fill the stomach is gone, that's why the rebellion happened everywhere.

Chapter 48

"Fourth Brother Fang hasn't eaten yet, right? Here are some pancakes, eat them while they're hot, and have a bowl of fresh soup. I'm not willing to eat like this on weekdays, so you come..."

"Fourth Brother Fang?"

"Why are you so dazed?"

The old man Zhang asked twice, and found that Fang Mo was still in a daze, so he didn't ask again, but quickly put the hot bowl in his hand on the table, thought for a while, and took out a pottery plate from the room, Put the cake on.

Tearing a piece, he picked up his own bowl, took a sip of Meimei, and sighed: "If everyone lived like this, the world might not be in chaos."

Fang Mo stared at these things in front of him in a daze, feeling that his brain was not enough.

He felt that he was being slapped in the face, and he was still being slapped back and forth, which was so painful that he had already forgotten to speak.

"How was this thing made? Why haven't you seen it in normal times?"

Finally, he grabbed Old Man Zhang's hand impatiently, and asked, "Could it be that it's made from wheat flour made from wheat?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The old man Zhang was taken aback, as if he had thought of something, he put the hu biscuits on the plate and asked, "Could it be that this hu biscuits can't be eaten?"

Can eat, why not eat!

Fang Mo just felt that his self-indulgence was too serious. If the old man Zhang hadn't taken out the mustache, he would have thought that he was about to become a person who created flour.

Unexpectedly, the ancients already knew about it.

Shame!

I wanted to pretend to be aggressive, but I didn't expect to pretend to be a fool...

After questioning, Fang Mo learned that it is not easy to make Hubing, especially after the flour comes out, it is very rough and needs to be kneaded repeatedly to make it. In addition, no one is willing to waste it, so he entertained distinguished guests will be taken out.

Naturally, the grain bank knows this method, but because it is difficult to make, and everyone basically eats it steamed, and the output is extremely high, it is sold so cheaply.

If not, I'm afraid the price will be much higher.

He breathed a sigh of relief at these words, and murmured: "It's okay, it's okay, fortunately the steamed buns haven't appeared yet, otherwise, this is really a failed traveler's experience."

At this time, he felt that he might be the most embarrassing among the traversers. He didn't even find out whether there was such food in the present age.

Gee!

Smash it, Smash it, Fang Mo sat on the other side of the stone table, took a bite of the hummus, and tasted it silently, only to feel that this thing is very rough, but very filling, don't worry it's just full, plus It should be very interesting to add coarse salt.

Army rations, all right!

As for the complicated production, it is not a problem for him at all. After all, the blueprint he made has improved the current stone mill, which can definitely make this matter easier.

There are still dozens of horses in the army, and it will definitely not be a problem to exchange one horse for three or four donkeys.

The price of war horses is so tough, even if this is the border.

After figuring this out, he no longer feels ashamed of what he did. After all, he originally thought this was a primitive era, but now it just proves that the ancients were definitely not weak in intelligence...

During the meal, twenty catties of wheat were also brought over from the food store... Speaking of this, Fang Mo felt even more ashamed. fifty catties.

In the future, when the four brothers have power, this kind of thing will probably happen more often, but by then, he can no longer take advantage of it, it is immoral.

Although he was shameless, he still felt ashamed.

This kind of thing must never be exposed to Liu Bei, otherwise, with his character, he will inevitably mutter for several days.

Unfortunately, he didn't know, because of this incident, his reputation was ruined...

By the time he realized it, his reputation had long been rotten. When other people saw him, most of them didn't have a good face, not to say pooh.

"Come on, let's try!"

Fang Mo stood in front of the stone mill excitedly, poured the wheat on the stone mill according to the situation in his memory, and pushed it vigorously.

That is a small one, if it is a real stone mill in the eighth district, with his current strength, it is too difficult to push it.

Refined flour begins to appear.

After seeing the snow-white flour, the old man Zhang screamed, and even said it was impossible: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can there be so much in this wheat..."

White has always meant elegance and cleanliness.

Everyone knows what color wheat is. The appearance of Hubing has already made many people feel unbelievable, especially the color of Hubing is yellow-orange.

Most people think that is the real color of wheat, but at this moment, old man Zhang saw another scene.

A handful of flour was made just like that, Fang Mo felt very proud, and when he was about to continue, he felt a pain in his waist.

"Is my body so weak?"

Fang Mo couldn't believe that there was such a weak body hidden under his seemingly healthy body, which really made him uncomfortable.

Standing up and doing some activities, looking at the old man Zhang who was still there talking about the unbelievable, he finally felt that he had succeeded in pretending.

This time, absolutely no loss!

Without time to delay, he walked all the way home, and then found a person in Zhuangzi, and asked him to notify Liu Bei and Zhang Fei to come, and then went to play with Fang Yu.

"Brother, where did you go yesterday? Did you go home?" Fang Yu seemed a little unhappy these days. If Mrs. Qin wasn't with her, her condition might get worse.

This made Fang Mo feel extremely distressed. He said that in the future, even if it was for his sister, he would never do too busy a job. A cook, plus Liu Bei's sworn brother, was enough.

Family affection, he had never enjoyed it in his previous life, but in this life, because of Fang Yu's existence, he felt it a little bit, coupled with Liu Guanzhang's care, made him completely understand what family affection is.

But he has always been very busy, and he doesn't have much time to accompany Fang Yu on weekdays, which makes him feel very guilty.

So at this moment, he set the tone for the future, he must be a relatively idle person, and he must not be like Zhuge Liang, who can't even discipline his son.

Of course, he himself knew that compared to Zhuge Liang, he was one and a half Sima Yi behind...