Hard to be a good wife

The next day, before Tang Yue got up, a house slave had already carried materials to bury the stove. The stoves of this era were very simple. A cuboid stove body was piled up with soil, and the stove mouth was square, which was convenient for adding firewood. The tail of the stove is slightly upturned to form a smoke outlet, and three holes are left on the stove surface, which can hold three pots.

Tang Yue thought about it, and asked them to add a hollow bamboo at the end of the stove to vent the smoke outside the house, so as not to make the house dark.

Everyone thought this design was good, so other yards followed suit, even the big kitchen was no exception, but the bamboo was replaced with copper pipes.

With the stove, Tang Yue's mind became lively, but after studying for a long time, he still didn't know what to make delicious for himself. There is no wok in this era, and cooking can't be realized for the time being. Stewing soup is fine, and there is steaming Some snacks, but unfortunately there is no flour in the south, and many dim sums cannot be made.

Tang Yue thought about the recipe, and finally decided to stew a soup and add two dim sum dishes. On the first day, let's try it out.

In this way, the four maids in his yard can also do some extra work, so that they don't have to think about how to get into their beds all day long.

At dinner that day, there was an extra bowl of stewed milky white big bone soup on everyone's table, as well as two plates of dim sum that everyone had never seen before.

"What is this?" The old lady had bad teeth, picked up a piece of white rice cake and took a bite, her eyes lit up immediately, "Which cook made this, I deserve a reward!"

The rice cake is soft and glutinous, sweet and sweet, which is deeply loved by ladies.

Tang Yue stood up without hesitation, and made a bow, "Thank you, grandma!" After speaking, he winked playfully at the old lady.

"Oh, this is made by my good grandson?" At this moment, no one pays attention to the matter of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen.

"The grandson came up with the idea, but the maids given by the mother did it. I didn't expect them to be young, but they have good cooking skills."

"Haha... Listen to this, it sounds like you are very old, and you will be about the same age next year." Marquis Liyang laughed heartily, regretting that he hadn't brought this son back a few years earlier, he was so filial.

Madam Hou's mouth was sour from laughter, but it was undeniable that the two plates of dim sum on the table were really delicious, even the ones sold outside were not as good. I didn't expect this kid to have such a skill.

"Grandma, this soup is delicious too. It smells so good. It's much better than the usual vegetable soup." Tang Yun, the youngest, licked her lips and exclaimed excitedly.

"Really?" The old lady took a sip, and sure enough, the fragrance was strong, and the milky white soup looked very appetizing. She asked Tang Yue, "Yue'er, you came up with this too? What ingredients are you using to make it?"

Tang Yue nodded, "It was boiled with big pig bones for a long time. I know that the family usually throws away the bones. In fact, this bone soup is a good thing. Drinking more is good for your health."

As soon as she heard that the soup was made from bones, Madam Hou pushed it away in disgust, "Yueer, even poor people don't eat these bones, how can you use them to make soup?"

Tang Yue raised his chin and said triumphantly: "That's because no one knows that it is so delicious! If I don't tell you, do you know that it's made from bones? It is said in medicine that drinking more bone broth can strengthen the body by supplementing the body. Bone."

He asked the old lady, "Grandmother, do you suffer from backache after standing or sitting for a long time? Do your feet cramp when your feet are cold at night?"

The old lady was taken aback, "How do you know?... But as you get older, these problems are inevitable."

"It's unavoidable, but it can be improved. You can ask someone to boil a bowl of bone soup every day and drink it for a while to see the effect."

The confidence he said, the old lady took care of it, anyway, it doesn't hurt to drink it, why don't you give it a try.

After the old lady was settled, Madam Hou naturally had nothing to say. One bowl was not enough for the Marquis of Liyang, so he asked someone to serve another bowl. He decided to cook bone soup secretly at home, and just let it go.

After dinner, Tang Yue took a walk in the yard to digest his food. After eating and drinking enough, other human desires emerged.

It is impossible for Tang Yue to spend his whole life in the Marquis of Liyang as a son of a bitch waiting to die. His career has to be started bit by bit.

Medicine in this era is backward. Although Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, it has been slowly accumulated over thousands of years.

Tang Yue didn't know much about Chinese medicine. He took courses in Chinese medicine in college, knew some basic herbs, and knew some small prescriptions, that's all.

Whether to re-learn Chinese medicine or find a way to bring surgical skills over, this question troubled Tang Yue.

He has a foundation in Chinese medicine, and he should learn it quickly, but Tang Yue is not used to the lack of a scalpel in his hand.

Tang Yue subconsciously picked up a branch and rotated it with his fingertips. His mind was full of Chinese and Western medicine. When he recovered, he realized that the dexterity of his fingers was far worse than before.

These hands have not been trained in this area, and their knuckles are stiff. It will take some time to get used to holding a scalpel.

After thinking about it, Tang Yue still decided to do what he was familiar with in his previous life. He chose surgery because he liked it. It made no sense to change time and space, and he would give up his hobby.

Tang Yue went to the small kitchen to find a few pieces of burnt charcoal, and found an all-white shirt in the closet and spread it on the table. He drew a few surgical tools that he used frequently, and prepared to let people see them tomorrow. Can't make it out.

It is impossible to have stainless steel in this era, but fortunately there is iron. Although iron is easy to rust, as long as it is well maintained, tools can be used for a long time.

That night, Tang Yue slept very restlessly. In his dreams, the scenes of two worlds appeared repeatedly. For a while, he dreamed that he was still operating on patients in the hospital, and for a while, he dreamed that he was cutting open with a rusty scalpel. He touched the skin of a person, and when he turned the angle of view, he also saw the face of that person, which turned out to be the boy he met in the ruined temple.

When he woke up in the morning, Tang Yue didn't know where he was in a daze. He habitually touched his hand towards the edge of the pillow, trying to reach for his mobile phone, but naturally he couldn't touch it, and the touch of his hand was not what he used to be. Sleeping on silk sheets, but rough bamboo mats.

He sat up, brushed his hair, and waited until he was fully awake before getting out of bed to wash.

Breakfast is rice cakes with soy milk. When Tang Yue saw soy milk, he thought of deep-fried dough sticks. He decided to try to make it tomorrow morning. The food in this era is too simple, and Tang Yue still wants to satisfy his stomach as much as possible.