How to make tofu, Fan Jianqiang really knows.

In the past, when he was in the countryside, his second master was a tofu official, and the tofu ordered with brine was smooth and juicy, extremely delicious, far better than what came down the industrial assembly line.

"The main ingredient in the brine is magnesium chloride, which I remember as if it was obtained from seawater. The distance from the coast is okay, and it is easy to get. Fan Jianqiang put a tick on the paper with a pen, and wrote a bunch of words underneath.

Writing and writing, he suddenly sadly found that he didn't really know the concentration of the brine he had made, which required many tests. However, his current financial situation does not support him to complete this matter.

"Brother Qiang, I have no blood to show!"

Throwing the pen aside, I wanted to follow the example of the protagonist in the novel, and offer high-yield crops to those in power, so as to obtain an official position. It didn't take long for this thought to arise before it was extinguished by him.

Although the people of the Celestial Empire lived in hardship, they did not lack rations.

Even potatoes are available, and they are the cheapest. These days, the most common dish on Fan Jianqiang's table is potatoes.

"Potatoes? A fan of someone? ”

Fan Jianqiang's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh, and secretly said yes!

Before crossing over, he watched a documentary called "Flavor of the World", which chronicled cuisines from around the world, including how vermicelli was made.

"That's you! Lao Tian! Lao Tian, where are you dead, hurry up and come over to Young Master Ben! ”

Fan Jianqiang's words were a holy decree for Tian Wen, Tian Wen came back to his senses from his sluggishness and crawled to the backyard.

"Don't panic, hold on. Have you done what I asked you to inquire about, young master? ”

Tian Wen nodded and said, "Young master, the old slave has already asked someone to inquire, and it will take a few days to get results." ”

"Well, you can take the money to the town to buy two hundred catties of potatoes later, and find some craftsmen to process some tools, and I'll draw them for you later." Remember, this is the key to whether we will be able to live a good life for many years to come, and we must not miss it! ”

Seeing that Fan Jianqiang said seriously, Tian Wen also became serious.

They don't have much money in their hands now, and they have to be careful about every part of what they spend.

Since the young master said that there is an idea, there is a way to get rich!

Tian Wen thought so, and hurriedly took out a hundred copper coins from behind the counter.

Ever since Fan Jianqiang figured out the accounts in a short period of time and knew how many taels of silver Wang Hao had embezzled, Tian Wen thought that his young master was the reincarnation of an immortal in the sky, and there was nothing that the young master couldn't do.

Just like the money earned today, Fan Jianqiang handed these over to Tian Wen for safekeeping, but he never dared to fight the idea of this money.

Whether it's worth it or not, with Fan Jian's magical ability to check the accounts, Lao Tian doesn't dare.

Besides, this is his home, how can anyone from his own family be greedy for his own money!

Ping'an Town is not large, and it is located in the south, so the population is relatively sparse.

Unlike later generations, the population of the south was as large as a cow's hair. In this era, the economic, cultural, as well as political and military centers were in the north.

Without the help of modern technology and medicine, life in the rainy and humid south is very difficult.

It is precisely because of this that everyone who can preach the slightest little thing is well known.

Just when everyone was focusing on Wang Hao's tragic experience, Fan Jianqiang and Tian Wen were squatting in the yard, watching the noodles dry up little by little.

"Young Master, can this thing really be eaten?"

"Nonsense! It's made from starch extracted from potatoes, so why can't I eat it? And it's done, the taste is very delicious, especially stewed with chickens, that taste, tsk~" Fan Jianqiang clicked his mouth, and Tian Wen also swallowed his saliva.

As a servant, Tian Wen had eaten a creature like a chicken before, and the taste was still evocative when I think about it now.

Fan Jianqiang glanced at Tian Wen with disdain, and he really didn't dare to compliment Tian Wen for that way of eating.

What does it taste good when you throw the chicken directly into the pot and boil it with salt and sprinkle it with salt?

In their anticipation, the noodles finally dried up.

Fan Jianqiang pinched the vermicelli, and the color didn't look too good.

This is the first time he has done it, and it is normal to be imperfect.

"Lao Tian, make a fire and boil water, let's eat this tonight!" These tasks were all done by Tian Wen, and Fan Jianqiang did nothing except technical guidance.

Young people should be lively and active, but Fan is strong and resolute that life lies in stillness.

If nothing else, the reason why the turtle lived so long was entirely because he didn't exercise.

When it comes to work, Tian Wen is a good hand, and these jobs are all familiar with the road.

The easiest way to eat vermicelli is to boil a pot of boiling water, put the vermicelli in it, and copy it.

He has been nostalgic for the taste of hot and sour noodles for a long time, and he must taste it today to satisfy his appetite for so long.

In fact, in the past few days, Fan Jianqiang has tried to exchange other things from the hospital, such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that are necessary for life. It's a pity that he can't redeem it!

So far, only medicines can be brought here.

Especially when he thought of the fat penguin, Fan Jianqiang hated itchy.

Xiaohuang was originally born in the hospital like an elf, and he had a certain influence on the authority of the hospital, and it was relatively simple to use his influence to prevent Fan Jianqiang from bringing things from the hospital.

At the beginning, she said that Fan Jianqiang would regret it, and it was in this aspect.

According to Fan's strong command, Tian Wen adjusted the hot and sour noodles.

It's a pity that the spicy taste here is not authentic, and the taste of dogwood can't be compared to chili.

However, there is no problem with eating.

Fan Jianqiang impatiently put a vermicelli into his mouth, and just as he was about to taste the long-lost taste, the door of the medical hall was violently pushed open.

A group of dozens of guards, a handsome young man stood at the door and looked down on Fan Jianqiang proudly.

Fan Jianqiang is very unhappy, especially for the kind of person who is even more handsome than him.

"Who are you doctors here?"

Fan Jianqiang walked to the door with a dark face and said, "I am." ”

The handsome-looking young man examined Fan Jianqiang from top to bottom and said, "Hurry up and treat my sister, there is a big reward for curing it, but if it can't be cured, hum ......"

There is also a big reward, you are especially when you are the imperial army!

Fan Jianqiang has always been ignorant of this kind of bear child before, but now it is different from the past, and these dozens of big men are not good at stubble.

And this dead child's family is not small, and it is not a big deal to kill a person.

In line with the principle of staying in Qingshan and not worrying about running out of firewood and the gentleman's revenge from morning to night, Fan Jianqiang said: "Let the patient come over, I'll take a look." ”

The boy waved his hand, and two big men walked in carrying a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a pale-faced girl.

Seriously, this girl has clear eyebrows and a weak look, which is very in line with Fan Jianqiang's definition of everyone's beauty.

"Boy, I'll make you crazy, your brother-in-law, Brother Qiang is decided!" Fan Jianqiang had an enthusiastic smile on his face.