There is no popularity at the bottom of the shop, but because the orderly percussion sound is always heard, it is not quiet and there are no voices. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The sound of info percussion is not loud, it is circulating at the bottom of the workshop, it is like a beautiful percussion, Qian Rujun didn't have to think about it at all, and quickly walked towards the sound of striking iron.

Sure enough, in the open gate, I saw the old man striking iron. The old man's hair has turned gray, and it seems that if the shopkeeper said, he is very old.

After seeing the old man and then looking at the old man's appearance of striking iron, Qian Rujun's eyes were quickly attracted by an iron plate in the corner of the wall. Qian Rujun didn't know the role of the old man playing the iron plate, but the shape of the iron plate was very similar to the pot that could fry the fried buns in her mind. I just don't know what the actual effect is.

It was already a little dark, but the room was bright because of the blazing fire. Of course, Qian Rujun also experienced the heat in the house. If it weren't for the fact that her body was getting better now, the sweat would be rolling down, but the sweat still seeped out slightly.

Qian Rujun knew that the old man was old, and there was no way to support too long when he struck iron at one time, but Qian Rujun believed that she would not wait too long, so she stood aside quietly. The old man's expression was focused, and there was no change in his movements because Qian Rujun came in. This also represents the professionalism of the old man's iron, only enough concentration can make an even and good iron.

When it was completely dark, the old man stopped his movements, took a large sip of the water prepared next to him, and then walked to the side, picked up the kettle, and poured the boiling water inside. Continue to put it in its original position.

"Little lady, why did you come to see the old man striking iron? It's not much fun here, you better go out and play!" Zhuang Xiang wiped a handful of sweat with the cloth hanging around his neck, and found that Qian Rujun had almost no sweat on his body, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He'd never seen anyone so heat-tolerant!

"Grandpa Zhuang, I came to you specially, originally I wanted to make a kitchen board, but I saw the iron plate in the corner, very similar to the board I wanted, and I can use it by building a stove. Can you let me take a look? By the way, you have to ask first, what did Grandpa Zhuang call for this iron plate?" Qian Rujun's eyes, although they have become very bright now, do not have the ability to see through affairs, and even in Xianxia novels, the internal vision function cannot be done, only knowing that she can practice Xuanwu Feihua by looking at the e-paper book, but what changes Xuanwu Feihua has brought, she feels unclear.

Zhuang Xiang looked at the direction of Qian Rujun's finger and found that the irregular plate, a slightly square iron plate, made Qian Rujun find hope. Back in ancient times, I realized how bitter life was in ancient times, it was difficult to even make a fried bun, and it was difficult to find an iron plate to be fried, and even if I found it, I couldn't achieve the effect she wanted. Can only be used barely. And life will be difficult at that time, although charcoal is already available, but the main people who use charcoal are rich and noble. Ordinary people can only use firewood. Is this how there is no firewood outside Chang'an? Does she want to point out a clear way for the people? Burning coal? But she is unacceptable to the pollution caused by burning coal and the smell of coal stoves. However, it seems quite suitable to plant some easy-to-grow paulownia trees and burn them, after all, the price of land in the Han Dynasty is not as terrible as in later generations...... Of course, prices are not as high as in later generations.

"That iron plate is used by me when I am old, and I called to hone the stability of my hands. Nothing to use. What do you want?"Zhuang Xiang strikes iron, and what he does is the business of selling iron. In any case, that piece of iron was the product of his hard work. It's also a commodity. After selling, he will find another piece of iron to beat again.

"If, I have to do an experiment, this piece of iron will not be trimmed, but if I want it in the future, I will have to make square and round shapes, yes, and make some shovels. Qian Rujun went over and picked up the iron sheet, looked at it, and immediately divided some fire from the stove, lit it next to it, then smeared a layer of oil on the iron plate, thought for a while, and felt out a piece of pork and put it on it. It was only after a while that she picked up the pork and put it in her mouth. She took out lean meat, and she didn't think that a person who could eat meat from time to time would eat fatty meat as a good thing. However, for the ordinary people of the Han Dynasty, it is a good thing to be able to eat a piece of fatty meat, Qian Rujun has heard about the diet of ordinary people, and if he wants to eat meat, he has to worship during the New Year's holidays. Due to the thin slices of pork in the space, Qian Rujun quickly fried the meat.

Qian Rujun glanced at it a few times, then put it to her mouth to taste, and found that although this iron plate was not good-looking, it could meet her requirements for cooking. However, the money in her pocket, after buying this iron plate, did not have much money to order other iron plates. From the conversation just now, Qian Rujun can know that this iron plate has actually been practiced for thousands of years, and it is not so simple to beat, so even if this iron plate is sold to him cheaply, the price of the next piece is estimated to be low. Not to mention the number of iron plates she asked for in order to expand her business.

"How much money do I have for this iron plate?" Qian Rujun was very satisfied with the decoction effect of the meat. He looked up and said to Zhuang Xiang.

Seeing Qian Rujun's movements, Zhuang Xiang said curiously: "You get a piece for me to eat, if it's delicious, I'll make you cheaper." Zhuang Xiang said.

"Oh, okay, has Grandpa Zhuang eaten? Otherwise, I'll fry a little more meat, how about you taste it?"

After speaking, Qian Rujun took out a few more pieces of barbecue meat, the same slice is very thin, because the meat is thinner, so that it can be fried quickly, and Zhuang Xiang will not wait too long.

Zhuang Xiang didn't speak, just ate piece after piece, his expression was very satisfied. The aroma of the meat spread inside, attracting Zhuang Xiang's eight-year-old grandson, who also begged for it. Qian Rujun didn't care, and attracted more fire from the stove, increasing the scope of oil smearing. Produce slices of meat at a faster rate.

The people of Dahan don't know about pork, so she just let the people of Dahan eat it, it seems that they still think it is delicious, and they don't dislike it. When the meat was in the space, Qian Rujun had marinated it in salt oil and then kneaded it with eggs, and the appearance made it impossible to see what kind of meat it was. Moreover, such meat, although it is not spread with barbecue sauce, has a more complex and delicious taste. Eggs in the Han Dynasty are also relatively expensive products, but Qian Rujun's goal is to sell fried buns, and he has no idea of frying meat for the time being. Eggs are also prepared for one of the fried buns.

"It's delicious, what kind of meat is this? I don't think I've eaten it before? Could this be beef?" Looking at the meat slices taken out of the large leaves, Zhuang Xiang did not question the reason why Qian Rujun appeared with the meat slices. I just think this kid's bag is really good and puts so many slices of meat.

"It's pork!" (To be continued.) )