Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 87 Success

   Chengbo watched his back disappear, and looked at Zhao Hanzhang with a disapproving face, "Sanniang, Lord Fu Dalang is alone to support the coffin for the master, you can't bully him."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "...I didn't bully him, really!"

Uncle Cheng had a look of disbelief, but he was a servant after all, so he still followed Zhao Hanzhang's words: "I know that Sanniang will be fine, but we can't let Fu Dalang-jun be wronged, you can send Fu Dalang-jun back later. I don't know if he is used to our Runan's food, and he forgot to ask..."

   Zhao Hanzhang was talked a lot by him, so he hurriedly said, "I'll ask in a moment, I'll ask the kitchen to make him food that suits his taste, and I'll personally deliver the person to the door of the room."

   She hurriedly ran away, for fear that he would hold her back again.

  Fu Tinghan was still a little uncomfortable when facing Zhao Hanzhang, and turned his head slightly to avoid looking at her.

The two sat silently at the edge of the brick kiln, and now they were halfway through the firing process. Lu Kun listened carefully, there was no abnormal noise, and it was going well so far, so they persuaded the two to go back to rest, "It's getting dark, lady and Langjun. It’s not good to stay here, we can just guard the brick kiln.”

   Although Zhao Hanzhang really wanted to stay and watch the progress, she knew that the result would not come out until tomorrow afternoon. She would not be of much use in staying here. Instead, she would make the craftsmen tied up, so she simply stood up and said, "Mr.

  Fu Tinghan said subconsciously, "No need."

   After seeing Zhao Hanzhang still standing and smiling at him, he got up, "It's work."

  The two walked back in silence. Zhao Hanzhang did what he said and sent the person to the door of the room, "I forgot to ask, what kind of food does Professor Fu like?"

  Fu Tinghan: "I can do it."

   "There's always someone you like better, right?"

  Fu Tinghan thought about it and said, "I like to eat noodles."

   "What kind of noodles?" Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Small noodles, ramen noodles, knife-cut noodles, miscellaneous sauce noodles..."

   "It's all right," Fu Tinghan said helplessly, "I can only eat one type of noodles." Can't he eat another type of noodles every day?

   Zhao Hanzhang also thought about it, "Then let the kitchen make you a bowl of noodles?"

  Fu Tinghan didn't have much appetite at this time, but she still nodded when she saw her insistence.

Wang Shi had been waiting in the main courtyard, and when she saw her daughter finally came back, she hurriedly greeted her, "What's the matter with your child, I asked you to be more reserved, but you not only stayed with Fu Dalang-jun during the day, but also stayed with him outside until It's so late, it's fortunate that this manor is full of people from our family, otherwise if these words spread out..."

  Zhao Hanzhang poured himself a cup of tea and said indifferently: "Auntie, we are going to see the brick kiln, and we have nothing to do."

   "We know, but outsiders don't necessarily know," Wang Shi regretted a little. "If I knew this earlier, I should have listened to your fifth uncle. Take advantage of the hot filial piety to arrange your marriage.

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "If I get married, then I won't be able to ask Xiping for anything anymore."

   To be married in the boudoir, that is still Zhao's daughter;

   Married, that is the water that was poured out. Her surname must be preceded by her husband's surname, and she has become an outsider. If she contacts with the Zhao family, she is a relative, not her own family.

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "It's good now, don't worry about it, Auntie."

  Wang didn't expect her to still have this idea, and looked at her with a shocked expression, "You, you are so powerful, does Lord Fu Dalang know?"

   "I know."

   Wang Shi was shocked again, "Then he didn't blame you?"

   "He respects my decision."

  Wang was silent, and the next day, he had a pot of chicken soup stewed and sent to Fu Tinghan, so that he could replenish his body.

  Fu Tinghan looked at the pot of chicken on the dining table silently, "Do you want chicken soup in the morning?"

   Zhao Hanzhang was also shocked, looked at him sympathetically and said, "It's all my mother's will, you can eat a bowl."

   Zhao Erlang on the side was eager to move, "Brother-in-law, if you like it, I'll eat it for you."

  Fu Tinghan immediately smiled and pushed the chicken to Zhao Erlang, "You are growing, you should eat more, eat it."

   Zhao Hanzhang held back his laughter and said, "Professor Fu, you are also growing your body now."

  Fu Tinghan just pretended not to hear.

  The brick kiln burned for a day and a night. Lu Kun asked people to pour the water from the kiln and remove the firewood. After the kiln was cold-cut, he opened the kiln mouth and took out a brick to see.

The    bricks were blue and hard, and everyone rejoiced, "It's blue bricks! It's burnt!"

   Zhao Hanzhang did not expect such good luck, so he raised a smile and looked at Fu Tinghan.

  Fu Tinghan was very cautious, "Take out all the bricks and have a look."

  Three thousand bricks does not mean that all bricks can be fired.

Sure enough, when they took out all the bricks, they found that some bricks were not well fired. Fu Tinghan counted the number of broken bricks and said to Zhao Hanzhang: "It should be because the temperature is not enough, and the success rate is only 72%. I plan to burn another kiln. , this time with more firepower."

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Okay, I'll leave it to you here."

   She called Cheng Bo, "Let's have people build a few more brick kilns. The bricks have already been fired, so let's start laying the foundations to build houses."

   "The wheat in that field..."

   "We have so many people, so Xia Shou can't even gather anyone, right?"

   Cheng Bo said: "I'll make arrangements now."

   Zhao Hanzhang saw that he had to spend so much effort, so he said: "Uncle Cheng, pick a few loyal and capable servants out, and tell them to do something."

Zhao Hanzhang remembered the servants who were left behind while fleeing, and sighed, those were her dowries, and she was picked out to be in charge before, "Let people let go, the servants who got lost on the road, as long as they come back, I will treat them kindly, and it is also reported that Let’s go, the manor will recruit literate or experienced stewards.”

   There are more than 1,000 people, and there will be more people in the future. We need to manage talents. It is not enough to recruit Jiyuan alone.

   "By the way, does Mr. Ji have any news to come back?"

   "I was about to tell Sanniang that Mr. Ji sent someone to bring food back."

   Zhao Hanzhang went back immediately after hearing this.

  Ji Yuan didn't come back, so he had ten carts of grain brought back, and the part that escorted the grain back said happily: "Mr. Ji bought a lot of grain, this is just the first batch, there are still several batches to be delivered."

   Cheng Bo unbuttoned the grain bag and looked at it, lowered his voice and said to Zhao Hanzhang, "It's all Chen Liang from last year."

   Zhao Hanzhang, "This year's food has not been harvested yet."

   she asked the part, "Do you know the price?"

   "I vaguely listened to it, it seemed like nine words and one fight."

   "Huh?" Zhao Hanzhang wondered: "How did Mr. Ji convince them to sell us at such a low price?"

  This food price is more than three times more expensive than in the peaceful and prosperous times in previous years, but compared with the soaring food prices in the past two years, it is about one to four cents cheaper.

   Accumulates, the price is a lot cheaper.

   Partially said: "Mr. Ji lied to those people that the girl wanted to pray for the master, so she bought food to do good deeds."

   Zhao Hanzhang: ...a good excuse, more treacherous than her.

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)