"Luck is really unstoppable, hahaha!"

Chen Chu laughed three times, glanced at the exchange price, 10 complaints are worth 10, this price is still very cheap, and he is satisfied with the gel pen in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Then he asked Yuzhu to make him a small notebook, sewing dozens of pages of palm-sized paper into a small notebook, which has been used as his notebook ever since.

Next time Lao Li, they see it, this thing is not envious to death, they count him Chen Chu as losing!

After breakfast, ignoring the bustling crowd and greetings in the clubhouse, Chen Chu went all the way to a nearby blacksmith shop.

"Lord Chen!" The stout and honest blacksmith quickly stood up and greeted him with a restrained manner, his hands were exaggeratedly thick calluses, his muscles were knotted, and his strength was great.

I don't know who deliberately leaked the news in the court, yesterday's big battle made the big Zhang Zidong with the emperor's order dry.

As a result, there was nothing to do in Chen's club today, and Lord Zhang in the court was even more resigned to a few copies and was directly taken away and imprisoned!

With such a terrifying background, not to mention that he is a small blacksmith, even the senior officials of the DPRK and the Central Committee dare not imagine it.

One can imagine how much pressure the blacksmith Wang Jiu had in the face of him.

"No need to be polite, have you done my things?"

Chen Chu asked this Wang Jiu, Xinghuafang covers a lot of area, and there are some smaller streets, and this Wang Jiu iron shop is open in an inconspicuous corner, and the business is deserted.

Wang Jiu, who is not good at shouting and soliciting customers, is immersed in wrought iron, if it weren't for some old customers taking care of him, I'm afraid the rice wouldn't be able to open the pot.

Chen Chu came to him because he heard that the other party had high experience in building and happened to be clean here, so he asked him how many things he was building.

For example, the wok used in the kitchen, the kitchen knife according to his drawings, etc.

Shoe racks, hanger poles, etc., so that it will be much more convenient to dry clothes and put clothes.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was no such thing as stir-frying, but Chen Chu couldn't help it after so long, it was impossible to rely on the spit system for everything, right, fortunately, stir-frying was not a troublesome thing, make a good pot here, find the right oil, and he could start!

Regarding Chen Chu's explanation, Wang Jiu naturally finished it as soon as possible, and at this time took out the finished product to show Chen Chu, Chen Chu smiled almost with satisfaction, and paid him the rest of the money.

"Wang Jiu, in the future, I will ask someone to come to you directly if I need anything from the Chen Club."

Chen Chu also needs his own royal craftsman, this Wang Jiu is powerful and honest and dull, which is very in line with his requirements.

"You don't usually have to take on too much business, you can take this hundred yuan money first, purchase some high-quality copper and iron materials, and study the skills of iron-making when you have time."

"As soon as I need it, I hope you can get into the groove as soon as possible."

Chen Chu said and picked up the bag in his hand, which contained several heavy copper coins and a few large silver taels and a piece of gold.

Wang Jiu was immediately flattered, and his heart was like a dream.

I really didn't expect that I was actually favored by the owner of Chen's Club, and immediately bowed again and again, patting my chest to promise that I would not disappoint Chen Chu.

Isn't that the life he, or every blacksmith, desires the most?

If you don't have the trouble of making a living, you can purchase good iron materials, study by yourself, or have spare money to apprentice...... Wang Jiu couldn't help himself with excitement.

"Alright, don't get so excited." After Chen Chu went back, he tried these things, and there was nothing wrong with them.

Putting shoes on a rack and changing clothes are propped up and hung neatly in the wardrobe with an iron hanger, instead of being folded as is common in the Tang people, so that it will be troublesome to find clothes.

Now there is sesame oil, but there is no invention of stir-frying, the waste of Zhente Niang, Chen Chu complained proudly in his heart, just let him try the quality of this new pot.

"Ding, the system has detected your complaining behavior, and the spit value is +100."

With a bang, sesame oil splashed in the pot, and a smell of oil instantly floated up, Chen Chu took a long breath, intoxicated.

The leeks are stir-fried in the pot, and when they are almost cooked, they are cooked in the pot, and soon, Chen Chu or the first pot of stir-fry in the Tang Dynasty, the scrambled eggs with leeks are freshly out of the pot!

Putting the dishes on the table, Chen Chu rubbed his hands and sat on the edge of the table, took out his chopsticks and tasted it, there was almost no difference from the scrambled eggs with leeks in later generations, this strange sense of familiarity was really gratifying.

"Huh? What is the scent? ”

At this moment, the two old men on a table on the first floor of the Chen Clubhouse suddenly raised their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the ceiling, only feeling that their mouths were full of relish, and they couldn't wait to find the delicacy now.

The aroma of stir-fried food can be said to be very pungent and penetrating, and the fragrant meals that cannot be separated from a building in later generations are also here.

"Isn't it normal for the Chen Club to have any delicious food, but unfortunately, it's hateful, the owner of the club doesn't give us a taste at all!"

People beat their chests and feet, especially some who have been tricked by Chen Chu several times in succession.

"Will today's clubhouse owner let us taste those delicacies?"

People are looking forward to it, and I don't know who is spreading the top delicious things in the clubhouse, not to mention that there are also people who have seen those delicious dishes with their own eyes that morning, and they have always remembered and hoped.

It seemed that they heard everyone's hearts, and in the ecstatic cheers of the people, they saw a team of maids holding trays in their hands, on each of which were placed four plates of identical dishes, exuding the strange fragrance they smelled!

"My host said, I am in a good mood today, and I specially launched a stir-fry dish for everyone to taste, all the guests here at present, two plates per table, one plate only needs the same money, as for the other guests, then I'm sorry."

A maid said sweetly, and then the dishes began to be served on every table, and people moved their chopsticks with joy, and tasted this never-before-seen delicacy excitedly.

Outside the Chen Clubhouse, someone fainted angrily on the spot.

It is rumored that this person missed a chance to roll paper and eat food one after another, and when he came to the club tonight and did not catch up with this good thing, he fell to the ground in anger.

The two old men had long beards, jade faces and silver hair, tall and tough figures, long swords hanging from their waists and carrying piano cases, slender fingers, a string of beautiful jade hanging from their waists, and their hands holding chopsticks were trembling.

"Unexpected! There is still such a delicacy in the world, but unfortunately the seasoning is a little lighter, but it does not affect its taste at all! ”

The old man with narrow eyes on the left said that Meimei took the scrambled egg in her mouth and was reluctant to swallow it.

There was a small wound on the other neck, and he also sighed again and again: "Eggs are delicious enough to eat like this, and once this dish spreads, it seems that I don't know how many people in the world are going to start raising chickens." ”

There was jubilation in Chen's clubhouse, Chen Chu leaned on the railing and looked down, pondering for a while, and always felt that this clubhouse was not the same as the high-end place in his impression.