Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 235

   "I said it was a coincidence, do you believe it?"

   At that time, iron and steel were being smelted in the Wushan blast furnace, because it used to be an uninhabited wilderness. Even if Zhao Hanzhang had sent people to send supplies there, it was still in short supply.

  What I eat the most every day is all kinds of coarse grains. There is very little meat, and most of them are stewed. Except for some pickles, the vegetables are bean sprouts.

Because of the shortage of manpower, and there are no people with particularly good cooking skills, no one bothers to make cold bean sprouts. Eat out.

   Zhao Hanzhang turned blue after staying there for a few days.

   So when she saw someone beating and making knives, she couldn't help but sigh, "If there is an iron pan, the cooking speed will be very fast every day."

   When Fu Tinghan heard it, she immediately brought someone to make the pot for her.

  The world can be learned, she really just mentioned it casually at the time, it was really a coincidence.

   But it’s all made, so don’t you think? So she happily accepted the pot.

   Zhao Hanzhang tried his best to look back at Zhao Ming sincerely. Before she could be more sincere, Zhao Ming nodded, "I believe it."

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak when he heard Zhao Ming ask: "I once told you that iron pots are too extravagant, and now Xiping County is in vain, and if the magistrate is extravagant, the people under his rule will be sad, what are you doing? And ten pots? One bite was delivered to my house."

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "That is my filial piety to the fifth uncle."

   Zhao Ming nodded, "What about the remaining nine? You don't need it yourself but sell it in the Treasure Pavilion, and set such a high price, what do you want?"

   Zhao Hanzhang gave Zhao Ming an approving look, "Uncle thinks well, I do have other purposes."

   she asked: "Don't you think the dishes made with iron pots are special?"

   Zhao Ming asked humbly, "So?"

   "There are always rich and rich people in this world who can't help but want to eat. I don't feel guilty about earning their money. Moreover," Zhao Hanzhang said, "The most important thing is that I want the effect of soybean oil to be widely spread."

   Zhao Ming wondered, "Soybean oil?"

   "Yes," Zhao Hanzhang was full of resentment when she talked about this. She felt that her and Fu Tinghan's greatest contribution to this era so far was not the colored soap, but the redevelopment of soy food.

   Especially soybean oil.

   But the nobility of this era did not appreciate it at all. They even secretly told that soybean oil was a cheap thing, and they were unwilling to eat it.

   What is taboo above, must be taboo below.

Of course, the common people don’t think soybean oil is cheap and don’t want to eat it, but they see that the landlords and gentlemen refuse to eat soybean oil, and they are so disgusted and taboo, so there are private rumors that eating soybean oil is bad for the health. Too much will blind the mind, and finally inexplicable death in sleep.

  Well, this is still a relatively reliable rumor. It is outrageous that eating soybean oil will cause infertility, eating soybean oil will cause blindness, and eating soybean oil will cause poisoning...

   Zhao Hanzhang had no choice but to save the country through the curve. With the iron pot, she spread a large number of new dishes for free. The oil used in these dishes was all soybean oil.

   As long as one of these rich families starts using soybean oil and spreads slowly, they will accept soybean oil one day.

   They accepted it, and the common people naturally accepted it.

   In fact, if she is not worried about the bad influence, her extravagance will really ruin the atmosphere of Xiping County. She really doesn't mind putting an iron pot at home and eating three meals a day in different ways.

   Zhao Hanzhang was still about to move, so he asked Zhao Ming, "How does my uncle think I can drive the consumption of soybean oil in Xiping County by myself?"

   Zhao Ming glanced at her and said, "I'm afraid your current reputation is not enough to accomplish this."

   Zhao Hanzhang sighed, "Yeah, that's why I put all the iron pots in the Treasure Pavilion and didn't keep it for myself."

   The lesser of two powers, she made a difficult choice.

   "Since you intend to promote soybean oil, why do you set the price of iron pots so high?"

"It's hard to settle for a while, iron tools are rare, and," Zhao Hanzhang said, "the most important thing in Xiping County now is to build farm tools and prepare for next year's spring ploughing. Although it is important to promote soybean oil, it is still after the spring ploughing, so the iron pieces are tight first. There are only a few mouthfuls of iron pots for farming tools, and what is rare is the most expensive. They like to buy it or not.”

   Zhao Ming resolved his confusion and felt happy.

   Fu Tinghan, who was standing in front of the window looking at the snow, looked at the two with a puzzled expression, not understanding why they were talking in the snow, the umbrellas on their heads were covered with a lot of snow.

   Seeing that the two of them still didn't enter the house, he reached out and knocked on the window lattice.

   Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Ming turned to look at the sound together, and saw Fu Tinghan standing in front of the window with his hands folded, looking at them inexplicably, "Aren't you cold?"

   Zhao Hanzhang just remembered, and hurriedly asked Zhao Ming to sit in the room.

   The backyard of the county government office is different from the old house, and even more different from Zhao Ming's house. There are hardly any seats here, all are tables and chairs.

   Oh, there is a wooden couch by the window on the other side, but that is where Fu Tinghan usually lies. If the host doesn't invite him, Zhao Ming can't sit there.

   Zhao Hanzhang asked him to sit down.

  Zhao Ming sat on the high chair uncomfortably, "I don't know where you come from so many strange ideas, all the things you do are unexpected."

   His eyes fell on Fu Tinghan and asked, "You also made the iron pot?"

   Fu Tinghan glanced at Zhao Hanzhang and said, "It was made by craftsmen."

   "How could they have thought of doing such a thing without your suggestion?"

   Fu Tinghan did not refute this time.

   Zhao Ming was very curious, how did the Fu family teach this child, how everything he knew was... so strange?

   He lowered his eyes. Glazed glass, soybean oil, iron pot, even soap and blue bricks, all of which can be taken out in a stable period, can become the most important tool for the family to make money, and they have no news about the paper mill...

   Zhao Ming jumped in his heart and looked up at Fu Tinghan, "How sure are you about making paper?"

   Zhao Hanzhang was refreshed and immediately said: "Eighty percent!"

   Zhao Ming glanced at her, "I didn't ask you."

   He insisted on looking at Fu Tinghan.

  Fu Tinghan: "...Uncle Ming, the technique of making paper was conceived by Hanzhang."

   Zhao Ming didn't quite believe it, and asked, "I remember that you started tossing around in the papermaking workshop before winter, and have no results yet?"

  Fu Tinghan said: "The weather is cold, and the fibers are slow to soak out. I have recently prepared a suitable dose of lime water and I am rinsing. I can try to get the first frame of paper soon."

  Zhao Ming glanced at Zhao Hanzhang, scolding Fu Tinghan, his eyes seemed to say, if you see it, are you still embarrassed to acknowledge this credit?

   Zhao Hanzhang bowed his head in shame, and while Zhao Ming was not paying attention, she gave Fu Tinghan a mischievous look.

  Fu Tinghan's face was slightly red, and he looked away uncomfortably.

Zhao Hanzhang is too busy to take care of these things, so he can only watch more. She has written down all the steps she knows, and he can deduce and debug the rest. She does it, and the steps are the same. Yes, why bother taking her energy?

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)