"Shizi, Mr. Xixi, who the eldest lord invited for you, has arrived, and he will come over tomorrow."

Hearing the news, Zheng Sheng almost jumped up: "The old man is actually here!" That man will be there tomorrow? ”

Steward Wang is a thin old man in his fifties, not tall, and has always had a happy expression. He followed Madame Wang to the Zheng family. At the beginning, Mr. Wang Hong not only married his daughter, but also gave property to slaves, if he hadn't moved back to Nanyang later, Zheng Tan would have almost joined the Wang family.

Steward Wang was still smiling: "Shizi, the eldest master invited Qiu Chudao Qiu Fuzi from Xinye Huyang, Qiu Fuzi is a famous Confucian in Jingbei, proficient in classics, and knowledgeable from the past to the present. Madame has seen Master Qiu and is very satisfied. ”

Zheng Sheng sat down again, since it was a fact, it was useless for him to say anything. Isn't it just a teacher?

"Master Qiu agreed to be a Xixi seat this time, because he heard that Shizi was smart and studious, so he was willing to come to teach his studies."

Zheng Sheng cracked his mouth and smiled silently. Smart and studious? Is it him? Does he have such a good reputation?

"Master Qiu is over half a hundred years old, and his legs and feet are inconvenient, so he wants to live here."

"Madam said that there are too few people here in Shizi, and after Master Qiu came, he was worried that he would not be able to take care of him, so he added two more slaves to Shizi."

"It's Higashiya and Fuyuba, who used to be the people of Shiko."

Zheng Sheng was silent.

Steward Wang talked a few more words to Zheng Sheng and left in a hurry.

Zheng Sheng was depressed. It's easy to have a relaxed environment, and put a shackle on him. Zheng Sheng had no good impression of the ancient Confucian scholars, let alone the old Confucian scholars.

Zheng Sheng announced to everyone that a teacher was coming to the family, and also told everyone that Donggu and Dongye were also coming.

Zheng Cheng spoke first: "Donggu is coming?" Great, I don't need to carry water and chop wood in the future. ”

"Sister Fuyuba is coming." Qing'er pondered, she was a little scared, "Is it that Madame thinks that I didn't serve the good world, so I sent Sister Dongye too." ”

"Shizi, the master is here, will we still exercise in the future?" Li Anjian is thinking about this problem.

"Our plans don't change just because there's one person in the house." Zheng Sheng thought for a while, "However, the way of training for half a day is not suitable. After that, the daily workout will be divided into two sessions: morning and afternoon. ”

Zheng Cheng was a little shocked: "Shizi, exercise all day? ”

"The amount of training remains the same." Zheng Sheng felt that Zheng Quan was sometimes very stupid, "That master is here, I don't go to class all day, isn't the master angry?" ”

Zheng Sheng looked at Qing'er who was frightened again: "The old master has inconvenient legs and feet, and Dongye came to take care of him, so don't be afraid, Qing'er." ”

Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, Zheng Sheng turned out to have two men, two women and four servants around him: Qing'er, Zheng Quan, Dongye and Zheng Donggu. Zheng Donggu is the son of the general who followed Zheng Tan to the Jin family, is sixteen years old this year and is rigid. The main performance is against Zheng Sheng's exercise, in Donggu's view, Zheng Sheng's "fun" is useless, "The prince wants to learn martial arts, learning martial arts is, these bells and whistles are useless." The angry Zheng Sheng wanted to beat him, but Zheng Sheng couldn't beat him.

Another maid, Dongye, whose full name is Wang Dongye, originally served Mrs. Wang, but later found that Qing'er, the originally well-behaved girl, was taken crooked by Zheng Sheng, so Dongye was sent to guide Qing'er.

Qing'er was wronged, and Zheng Sheng reprimanded Dongye. Dongye accepted it calmly, anyway, he turned around and found it back on Qing'er.

Zheng Sheng "escaped" from the manor, so he didn't bring Dongye and Donggu over.

As a result, a master came, and Liangdong also came. Zheng Sheng felt that their happy days were over.

Zheng Sheng drank the soy milk that pulled his throat, and suddenly thought that it was not cost-effective to exchange for soy milk, and the cost performance of directly exchanging drinks was too low, so he drank it once every time. There are 30 days in a month, and all the soy milk is exchanged, and you can only drink "residue-free" soy milk for three days.

Zheng Sheng scratched his head, if he could exchange for a soymilk machine, of course it would be the best, but unfortunately there was no electricity in ancient times, and the soymilk machine was just a pile of scrap iron in ancient times. Redeem generators? Wire? Zheng Sheng felt that it was unlikely that he would be able to redeem the land. You must know that it costs five pieces of Jin paper to exchange for a piece of paper, and half a bowl of soy milk costs a bowl of soy milk. Generator, soy milk machine, what did he exchange for?

Zheng Sheng thought of the production process of soybean milk, grinding beans, and now using stone grinding, but this step is not thorough, resulting in the residue of soybean milk. Although there is a filtration process, it is not very effective.

Wait, filter! Zheng Sheng suddenly realized. He knows what to exchange, filter paper, modern filter paper is definitely better than gauze!

But wouldn't it be bad to filter with filter paper? It's unhygienic. Zheng Sheng's mind turned.

On this day, the small courtyard was busy, and Zheng Quan and Li Anjian were assigned by Qing'er to clean up the house. There were four people coming at once, Liang Dong, Qiu Fuzi and his scholar, and the courtyard was full at once.

There are three rooms on the left and right wings, one for Qiu Fuzi, one for Bubo, one for the kitchen, one for Zheng Cheng and Donggu, one for Qing'er and Dongye, and one for groceries and sundries. Who seems to be missing? Yes, there is also a scholar of Qiu Fuzi.

"Alas, the yard is smaller." Zheng Sheng was helpless.

"Otherwise, Sister Fuyuba and I live outside the Shizi's bedroom, which is how it should be." Qing'er whispered.

Zheng Sheng was helpless: "I can only do this first." An Jian, after you go home, tell Uncle Li and ask him and Li Lichang to come over for a while. ”

Li Anjian nodded.

Zheng Sheng also cleaned up the study a little, Zheng Zheng hid their calligraphy paper, and put the modern A4 paper back in the bedroom. These "forbidden" things cannot be seen.

Evening, the last redemption in April. Zheng Sheng prepares to exchange Jin paper for filter paper.

Zheng Sheng put Jin paper on the balance tray. He began to meditate: I want filter paper that is harmless to the human body, hygienic and pollution-free, durable, and can filter out "no residue" soybean milk.

Zheng Sheng's heart rose to his throat. The word "seek" above the balance tray disappears. A piece of filter paper that looked like a lab paper appeared.

The scales begin to float.

Zheng Sheng put his mind at ease, and it seemed that as long as he could think of, need, and request, the balance could be satisfied.

In the morning, Zheng Sheng got seven round filter papers that looked soft and twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter.

He tugged at it with his hand, and it felt fairly sturdy.

Zheng Sheng slipped into the kitchen with a piece of filter paper, and he was a little embarrassed. No funnel, no glass rod, how does he filter soy milk?

Without these things, Zheng Sheng had to try to try, wash his hands, and roll the filter paper into a funnel shape. I was about to wet the filter paper, but found that this step could be omitted: the "paper funnel" did not need to be wet, and closed on its own. Zheng Sheng was secretly surprised.

He took an empty bowl, put it under the funnel, pinched the interface of the filter paper with one hand, and picked up a bowl of soy milk with the other hand, and slowly poured it into the funnel. A milky stream of water bubbled out from the tip of the funnel and flowed into the bowl below.

From one bowl of soy milk to another, it is already a completely different thing.

Strain a bowl. Zheng Sheng couldn't wait to pick it up and take a sip, cold and delicate. Zheng Sheng was ecstatic, and finally didn't have to worry about drinking anymore!

Qing'er heard the movement in the kitchen, and came to drive people again: "Shizi, the gentleman is far away from cooking." Why are you so disobedient? ”

Zheng Sheng shook the funnel in his hand, and pretended to be profound: "Qing'er, there is no secret method for making okara and soy milk, do you want to learn it?" ”

Qing'er suddenly became interested: "Shizi, you want to teach me the secret method?" ”

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yes." Qing'er did not hesitate.

"Come, I'll teach you. Pinch here with your left hand and don't let them separate. Place an empty bowl underneath the tip of the funnel. Then, pick up a bowl of soy milk in your right hand and pour it slowly. Don't be too fast. ”

"Ahh How did the soy milk come out? Obviously there is no opening? ”

"Don't move! Soy milk spilled! ”

"Yes, got it."

Just as Zheng Sheng was teaching Qing'er how to filter soy milk, Qiu Fuzi and his party were boating on the Dan River.