"This is the new ironware you've made?"

An untimely voice interrupted Zhang Yuan's fantasy.

"Huh? Yes, yes, this thing is called an iron pot, but this can't be used yet, and it has to be polished and then processed on the surface before it can be used for cooking. ”

It was not early, and the day's waiting had obviously consumed Zhuo Wenjun's patience.

"I see that you only use wrought iron in the process, I wonder what this cast iron is for?"

Zhang Yuan obviously forgot all about going to experiment with the steel filling method, and was directly speechless by Zhuo Wenjun's question.

"Uh..."

"Okay, you can do the polishing things in the house, go back to the house first.

I'll give you two more days, and then I'll see the finished product and the effect of the iron pot.

If it's just useless, you can stay in the house and copy books in peace in the future, and don't think about these tricks anymore. ”

"Got it, Miss."

The plan to experiment with the steel filling method has also been ruined, and it can only be said later when there is a chance, but with the iron pot, it will definitely be much easier for Zhang Yuan to get in and out of the workshop.

After returning to Zhuo's mansion, Zhang Yuan did not go directly to rest, but began to polish, Zhuo Wenjun only gave two days, if this pot can't play its due role, Zhang Yuan's dream of striving to get rich and overwhelming Zhuo Wenjun may not be realized.

Asked the servant to bring a bucket of water, Zhang Yuan sat on the stone in the courtyard and picked up a small grinding stone to polish the iron pot.

Xiaoqing has been helping him massage his back behind him, but he is not very tired, but the sleepiness in his brain is getting stronger and stronger.

couldn't bear it anymore, so Zhang Yuan went back to the room to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I began to polish the iron pot again.

After a morning's time, this pot was finally polished by Zhang Yuan, and the inside and outside were smooth.

After washing it with plant ash several times, Zhang Yuan returned to the kitchen with the iron pot.

I finally found a piece of fatty pork that had not yet been cooked into minced meat from various crockpots.

The cleaned pot was placed on top of the stove and the firewood below was lit, and soon all the water stains on the pot evaporated.

Zhang Yuan picked up the piece of fat that was still with skin on the wooden stick, put it in the pot, and constantly spread it evenly in every part of the iron pot.

It wasn't until the whole piece of fat had turned into fat and only a piece of burnt skin was left that the whole process was over.

Zhang Yuan thought that the oil in the pot was to be taken and poured out, but seeing Xiaoqing's long-coveted expression, Zhang Yuan gave up.

Anyway, in this era, this thing is a precious thing, if Zhang Yuan pours it in front of these people in the kitchen and spreads it, I don't know how many people will come to scold Zhang Yuan for being violent.

After finding a clean crockpot and pouring all the lard into it, Zhang Yuan returned to his yard.

Waiting for the blazing sun to dry the iron pot again, Zhang Yuan rinsed it twice more, and then threw the iron pot into the courtyard.

But he gave an explanation to the servant, and told him to wait until it was dark to take the iron pot to his room.

Now that Zhang Yuan knows that every pair of eyes in this courtyard is likely to be staring at him, he will not take any more risks like yesterday.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and began to browse through the water discharge blast method technique and drawings.

The current blast power is basically manpower, and no one knows this better than Zhang Yuan, and he has been doing this work for three months.

The water discharge blower technique is also simple, pushing the runner through the live water, and then through a series of tools in the middle, the straight wood keeps pushing and pulling the bellows.

After reading it, Zhang Yuan was desperate, and wanted to get this thing out, did he have to learn to work as a carpenter.

Zhang Yuan felt that this system was to make him a public loser class of the Han Dynasty.

After he had the money, the first thing he did was to leave the Zhuo family, and the second thing was to recruit a bunch of craftsmen to work for him.

can't be like now, even to build an iron pot has to do it yourself, there are not a few carpenters under his hands, Zhang Yuan will never start to build this water row blower.

"It's time for Childe to eat."

Every time there is a meal, Xiaoqing will bring a piece of food, and then ask Zhang Yuan to eat.

I have eaten millet porridge and salted vegetables for several days, and now I have an iron pot, so I naturally have to enjoy it.

"Go Xiaoqing, your son-in-law and I will take you to see and see, what is real food."

These so-called delicacies of the Han Dynasty are no different from chronic suicide for Zhang Yuan, and people in this era are still in the stage where obtaining calories is the main thing, and they don't think about the taste or anything at all.

Picking up the pot, Zhang Yuan came to this kitchen for the third time after entering Zhuo's Mansion, and the servants working in the kitchen had already been surprised.

They all felt that the new adult in the family should not have a good brain, otherwise he would not have run to such a place every day.

Zhang Yuan looked at the kitchen and saw that there were not many ingredients that could be used for cooking, so he had to pick up a Chinese cabbage, that is, Chinese cabbage, and then pick a piece of lean meat.

Holding a kitchen knife in hand, he began to cut on the cutting board, and the knife work was much better than that of the chef in Zhuofu.

After cutting it, he washed it with water several times, and Zhang Yuan was relieved.

He didn't know a lot of seasonings, so he just took salt, green onions, and ginger. (The garlic was brought back by Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions, but it is not available now.) ）

Put the pork fat that has been boiled at noon into the pan, and then put the lean meat cut into strips and the ginger slices in the pan and stir-fry.

Finally, pour in the wead and add salt. Before the pot was cooked, the chopped green onions were sprinkled, and it took about a stick of incense to fill the entire kitchen with the aroma of stir-fried meat.

Those servants and cooks were dumbfounded, although it was impossible for Zhang Yuan to share this dish with them, but he felt that this might be the first stir-fried dish in history, and such a great achievement was born in front of these people, which could be regarded as a blessing for them.

ignored these people, and asked Xiao Qing to serve two bowls of yellow rice, and Zhang Yuan went back to the house.

Put this stir-fried meat on the table, Zhang Yuan picked up the chopsticks and ate the first bite.

Two lines of tears flowed directly from Zhang Yuan's eyes, this is the taste, the taste that I have been looking forward to for more than three months.

"Childe, why are you crying?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Childe, I'm fine, Xiaoqing, you can sit down and eat."

"The servant doesn't dare."

"It's okay, there's no one else here, if I let you sit down and eat, you can sit down and eat."

After Zhang Yuan's persuasion, Xiaoqing dared to sit down and dine with Zhang Yuan.

After Xiaoqing ate the first bite of the dish, the whole person was stunned, in her previous cognition, minced meat was the most delicious food in the world, but the stir-fried meat in front of her suddenly overturned her worldview.

After the first bite of the dish, Xiaoqing seemed to have forgotten the identity of the master and servant between her and Zhang Yuan, and she kept eating.

After Zhang Yuan was full, he looked at Xiao Qing who was still licking the plate, smiled, stretched his body, and ran to the courtyard to see the moon.

When he returned to the room to rest, he found that the quilt had been spread, and it was obvious that there was still a person lying inside.

"Xiaoqing?"

The man on the bed who was hiding under the covers responded.

"It's a servant."

The clothes on the shelves next to the bed should be Xiaoqing's, Zhang Yuan sighed.

"I'm not going to sleep here tonight, you can rest early."

Zhang Yuanshen was afraid that he would not be able to suppress his impulse, so he ran to the yard and washed his face with cold water several times.

Big brother, this is a crime, you must control your lower body, stay calm, keep calm, keep calm!!

After thinking about it, he gave the bed to Xiaoqing like this, but he had nowhere to go.

Hmph, if she sleeps in my bed, then I'll go sleep in hers, so that we don't owe each other.

This night, Zhang Yuan had a fragrant spring dream.

There is a way that things are like spring dreams without traces, and young people's spring dreams come and forget quickly.

ps: Readers, count the votes, the garbage writers are dying of hunger.