Lord of Rot

Chapter 81 Wrong Pickled Duck Eggs
Having dinner this morning, the atmosphere on the table was a bit wrong.

Glenn, who finally learned how to use chopsticks, picked up the fried egg on the plate in front of him, took a bite, and then carefully glanced at the lord.

Although Kuai Ren, who was sitting across from him, was vulgar, he had a keen sense of the atmosphere.

He glanced at Ge Lan with a questioning look, and Ge Lan gave him another look.

The lord must have been unhappy because of something, his face was haggard, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes. I'm afraid he didn't have a good rest last night.

"It's not impossible!"

Li Qi said suddenly.

Grant and Quickblade immediately sat up straight.

"Yeah, I don't believe you can handle the explosives!"

There are also methods of making magic gunpowder, and talents are in our hands, but the materials are a bit expensive, but for the pile of gold and silver, what is the initial investment?
"call"

Li Qi picked up the cup and took a sip of warm milk.

Try to calm down.

"Uncle Quick Blade, I want you to train soldiers." Li Qi looked at Quick Blade and said, "Porcupine collar soldiers must mention 100."

"100?"

With a population of about 600 and 100 soldiers, it would be impossible to support such a team in other territories.

waste!

The reason why Li Qi's father, Leed, could support a team of 80 people was because his source of wealth was not farming, but wars and rewards, and wars supported wars.

After the war, the porcupines led the poor and couldn't eat, so you can see how failed this development method is.

Now is an age of peace. Although there are small frictions, it is almost impossible to rely on wars to support wars.

"How about cultivating militia?" Quick Blade suggested.

During the busy farming season when there is no war, the militiamen can farm the land and raise pigs, and when the war comes, they can take up the sword and go to the battlefield.

Li Qi shook his head.

Extraordinary knights appeared, magic returned, and militiamen in small leather armor went to the battlefield, just like pigs tied up for slaughter.

"I want to train soldiers not for war," Li Qi said, "It's for the caravan. After Joe comes back, the task of escorting the caravan is very heavy, and soldiers must accompany him."

Even if the business is negotiated with Greenwood Castle, there will always be accidents along the way.

"Yes!" Quick Blade nodded.

He was a soldier who knew to obey orders, not question the Baron's.

"Mr. Grant, how is the tavern going?"

The road that Quickblade couldn't take when he came back was building a tavern.

With Joe leaving with goods and news, there will surely be many merchants coming to Porcupine Collar in the future.

"It will be completed in ten days or so," Grant said.

"Well, as soon as possible, you can find Mr. Barrel and ask him to pick two apprentices to be chefs in the tavern."

"Yes!"

"Also," Li Qi paused, and said, "Help me go to the scholar's tower in Iron Stone City, and find some tower literature scholars to purchase some alchemy materials."

Grant had no doubts, and obediently nodded in agreement.

The baron likes to read books and chat with scholars. Perhaps the baron has a heart to explore knowledge, although this runs counter to the views of the Four Gods.

Truth should not come from learning, but from the gift of God.

But those words were spoken to ordinary people, the nobles were never bound by the rules.

It's as if Li Qi "invented" the waterwheel, water mill, plow, beehive, etc., but the villagers only think that this is the wisdom bestowed by the gods, not the wisdom of the lord.

With the return of soldiers such as Quick Blade, the castle training ground became lively.

During the training of a group of bad soldiers, Carrot and Little Joel gritted their teeth and persisted.

Li Qi didn't say anything when he saw it. If he refused to accept it, he tried to beat up the group of people. The respect among soldiers comes from fists, and glory, but certainly not from pity and tears.

……

"You damn bastard! What is this! Look with your pig's eyes, what is this!"

The roar from the kitchen was carried far and wide.

The little servants lowered their heads, lest they be involved.

"What's wrong?" Li Qi finished training and washed his face when he heard the noise.

The wine glass replied: "My lord, it is Mr. Wine Barrel who is admonishing people."

She is more courageous and hopes that the lord can go in and take care of it. The kitchen apprentices are being scolded every day, which looks really miserable.

Li Qi walked to the kitchen.

Unlike other nobles, he likes to visit the kitchen very much.

In this entertainment-barren world, good food is one of the few things that can satisfy his spirit.

The kitchen of Porcupine Castle is more than a little bit cleaner than other castles, because everyone knows that besides the study, the Lord Lord likes to come to the kitchen the most.

The little lame stood aside with his head bowed, and the barrel was still cursing wildly.

"What's the matter? Getting so angry?" Li Qi asked.

Seeing Li Qi approaching, the wine barrel immediately lowered the volume of his voice, but his tone was definitely not good: "My lord, it's this idiot who made mistakes when I asked him to pickle salted duck eggs!"

Salted duck eggs were Li Qi's whim.

After the basic food taste is satisfied, Li Qi wants to eat pastries made of salted egg yolk, and he can also let the wine barrel open a new door for making delicious pastries, instead of worrying about how cooked the barbecue is every day.

He just likes to eat well-cooked food, for no other reason than safety.

It was as if he had never eaten raw pickles until now.

It just so happens that there are a lot of duck eggs in the livestock village, so they are used to pickle salted duck eggs.

"He wasted dozens of duck eggs!" the barrel said angrily.

Dozens of duck eggs?
Li Qi frowned slightly. It was indeed a waste. Although the life of the porcupine collar has improved, there must be no waste of food, and what was wasted was his own food.

"Little lame, what's the matter?"

"My lord!" The little lame knelt on the ground and said, "I, I pickled it according to what my lord said, and I didn't expect this to happen."

"You...you dare to blame the adults!" The wine barrel trembled angrily, and the flesh on his body trembled for a while.

"Let me see the duck eggs"

The wine barrel sent the duck eggs in the clay pot to Li Qi.

A pungent lime smell.

The wine barrel came over to help peel a duck egg, black!

"It's broken!" The wine barrel said angrily, "It should be white and tender, with a rich fragrance like gold. Look what it is!"

"Hahaha!"

Li Qi laughed out loud.

This is a preserved egg. Although it is still a paste inside, it has begun to take shape.

"Little lame, tell me, how do you pickle?"

"Yes, my lord." The little lame raised his head, rubbed his red and swollen eye sockets with the back of his hand and said, "I used salt and mud and mud to wrap the duck eggs, and then put them in the jar..."

Li Qi looked at him: "And then? Nothing changed?"

"……Have"

The little lame glanced at the baron quietly, knowing that the part he deliberately concealed had been discovered.

"There is a strong smell in the jar, which is different from Mr. Barrel's, but I dare not say it. I am afraid of being punished, so I sealed the jar and hid it."

Li Qi stood up on his knees: "What kind of soil did you use?"

"A kind of white." The little lame said carefully, "I couldn't find the clean soil that Mr. Wine Barrel mentioned nearby, so I ran a long way, and felt that the soil was white like salt, very clean."

"After touching that kind of white clay, did your hands crack?" Li Qi looked at the little lame hand, the back of the boy's hand was like the bark of an old tree.

"Yes!" He hid his hands uneasily.

"Go to the pharmacist and ask him to dispense medicine for you to cure," Li Qi ordered.

"My lord, this..." Wine Baron didn't understand why the baron wasted dozens of duck eggs on the little lame leg, and the baron still kindly healed his wounds.

When it is time to be punished, it should be punished vigorously, not so kindly.

But no one dared to refute the order of the lord, not even the most popular chef wine barrel by the lord's side.

"Little lame, where did you find that white clay?"

"I'll take you there."

"Going right now!"

At that time, he only gave a general idea of ​​salted duck eggs. The specific steps were studied by the wine barrel and the apprentices. Salt pickling, brine pickling, yellow mud pickling, etc. all required experiments.

Some people succeed, some people fail.

Apparently, the discovery of Little Lame was an accident, he made preserved eggs by accident.

But the key lies in the important materials for making preserved eggs.

lime!

　Thank you [Little Jason Statham] 1200 rewards, blessings and thanks.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)