Chapter 33: Zhuo Ji grabs meat

When it gets dark, Changping is leaving.

When Huo Quzhi left Yunlang's small courtyard, he held on to the door frame and looked back at Yunlang and said, "I want to be my friend, and let's watch it for three years." ”

Yun Lang didn't get up to send it off, picked up a cup of tea and said, "Tomorrow's braised pork will be ready, if you like it, you can try it again." ”

Huo Quzhi smiled and walked quickly.

The smile on Yun Lang's face gradually disappeared, and he sighed and said to himself: "Always bullying good people in history, is this good?"

Now the two conditions for buying the Imperial Tomb have been met...... Why is my heart still so unhappy? ”

Pingsu came back happily, and his wrinkled face was like the skin on the belly of an old dog with hair loss.

A large handful of silver hairpins were stuffed into Yun Lang's hands, and then squeezed their eyes at the greedy maids.

Looking at the maids coming around, Yun Lang finally knew the secret of this old thief's night and night supper.

The women of the Han Dynasty are very practical, they are not very attached to the consumables of love, they can exchange their young bodies for money that they can rely on in the future, and they don't care who the person they share the bed with.

The chubby maid was a little ashamed of herself, and the ones who crowded in front were the prettiest girls in the yard.

Just when she hoped that Yun Lang would not give all the hairpins to those beautiful girls and leave her a branch, she found that Yun Lang was waving at her.

There were seven or eight hairpins, and Yun Lang slapped it in the fat girl's hand and said, "It's yours." ”

Then she smiled at the maids who surrounded her: "It's gone! ”

Without the silver hairpin, Yunlang immediately lost its attractiveness, and the reality of those women was amazing.

Just now, they were smiling like flowers, and in an instant, they left Yun Lang's beautiful backs scattered in a hurry.

The fat girl was holding a hairpin, and her face was constantly dripping with sweat, let's go, she wanted to laugh, and tried to close her mouth, Yun Lang estimated that this was the most glorious experience of this poor fat girl in her life.

"You like fat babes?"

"It's just not annoying."

"She's sleeping?"

"No, I'm still a kid."

"The eldest son Wen Yue was born when the old man was thirteen years old, and he was already the father of three children when he was fifteen years old."

"You are old and talented, and ordinary people can't reach it."

"Young man, people are like grass and trees, flourishing in spring and summer, guarding Tibet in autumn and winter, and it is a natural principle for men and women to love when they are young, which is conducive to the reproduction of the human race.

After the age of thirty, the body is like an autumn tree, and the leaves are left to survive, and after the age of fifty, you can squander it to your heart's content and enjoy the only remaining joy.

If you don't know how to enjoy yourself, should you wait until you are old to regret it? ”

Facing the temptation of the old man Pingsuo, Yun Lang shook his head firmly and said: "This is the method of your Yin and Yang family, please forgive the kid for not daring to follow, you can enjoy the joy of fish and water, the kid still holds the yuan and keeps one, wouldn't it be wonderful to take his own way?" ”

"It's a pity that it's a good skin!"

Seeing that Yun Lang didn't agree with him, Ping Su shook his head regretfully and walked into his room.

Zhuo's book "Iron Crafting French Style" made Yun Lang very disappointed.

In the past, he was very interested in the construction of ancient methods, and always felt that the ancients could push the Chinese civilization to the highest peak of the world under the most humble conditions, and he has been committed to restoring the construction of ancient methods, and he is proud of it.

After seeing Zhuo's housekeeping skills, he felt that a craftsman like Zhuo's was basically useless to Chinese civilization.

Because their family is still using things from the Ouyezi era, and they still can't leak this tattered protection, for fear that others will take it away and ruin their business.

Yun Lang quickly finished reading the bamboo slips weighing more than ten catties, sighed and said to the Zhuo family servant who was guarding the book collection by his side: "That's all? ”

The servant said proudly: "Looking at the world, whose iron construction method can be stronger than my family!" ”

"That's the end of it, you've been self-styled for five hundred years, and the bamboo slips are about to be eaten by insects, and you still haven't made any progress!

Take the books away......"

The servant looked at Yun Lang with disdain, which made Yun Lang very incomprehensible, and looked along the servant's gaze only to find that the fat maid was already lying on his bed, fanning him suddenly, and returning his mother's watery ......

The servant gave Yun Lang an ambiguous look, and walked away with a bamboo slip weighing more than ten catties, and walked to the door with a lewd smile and closed the door.

King Zhuo's grandson family doesn't produce any good things.

Whether it's a person or an object.

The fat maid was visibly naked under the blanket, as could be seen from the rolling hills.

Actually, where are the ugly girls of seventeen or eighteen? It's just not comparable.

Speaking of which, Yun Lang prefers plump women, but it is definitely not a fat girl.

At this time, the fat girl was taken away from the bed, Yun Lang couldn't do this kind of thing anyway.

So, he patted the fat girl's face and said, "Sleep well, I still have things." ”

After saying that, he ignored the girl's disappointed eyes, closed the door and walked out.

Pingsuo, who was standing in front of the window, frowned, and the development of things was very unexpected for him.

I thought that Yun Lang would drive the fat girl out, but I didn't expect it to be Yun Lang who came out.

Zhuo's library building was in the front yard, and Yun Lang obviously went to the library.

"It's actually a lover......"

At dawn, Yun Lang extinguished the oil lamp, sorted out the bundles of scattered slips on the table, and deliberately sorted them a little.

"Building the French Style" is a very broad science, which includes iron smelting, pottery, masonry, carpentry, lacquerware, rattan and linen, building houses, building bridges, and building roads...... It can be called a collection of standardized classics of the Ministry of Industry.

What I saw last night was only the upper part, which is what they call the civil department.

As for the lower part, it should contain advanced knowledge of ordnance manufacturing, city building strategies, farmland and water conservancy.

I've asked the servants who have been yawning for days, and Yun Lang is not qualified to read those books.

After Yun Lang decided to get some sleep, he went to ask Zhuo Ji, the owner of the place, to read those books.

In many cases, Yunlang's own knowledge is not used, mainly because the industrial development here has not yet reached that point, and the tools and hardware environment needed are not available.

If you want to be a learned person in the Han Dynasty, you must use the existing craftsmen and tools to step directly from the early stage of feudal society to the post-modern industrial process, which is simply impossible.

Without electricity, no matter how powerful a tool is, it is not as suitable as a shovel, and of course, a shovel is also very expensive.

Iron is precious here, and in many places where copper is not available, people even use iron to make money.

One shovel takes enough iron to make two spears, or ten iron arrowheads.

As for the iron pot that Yunlang came out of the premise, the reason why it was accepted by the craftsmen was purely because the iron material was much cheaper than bronze and much more durable than the clay pot.

In this world, the only thing that can satisfy Yunlang is millet porridge.

A bowl of golden millet porridge will make the whole person feel refreshed, and if there are two quicksand eggs, it will be wonderful.

Zhuo's is stingy, only serving millet porridge and salt vegetables, but not eggs, and the eggs Yun Lang eats are all bought from the market by sending a fat maid, which is enough for the two of them to eat.

It's very strange that the fat girl used to see the eggs and died, but today I saw Yunlang eating quicksand eggs and drooling, but she refused to eat the boiled eggs in front of her.

"Why don't you eat it? Sick? Yun Lang couldn't stand the staring at his food, so he stopped his chopsticks and asked.

"You hate the servant."

"Nonsense, disliking you is necessary, who calls you a slave."

"You dislike being fat!"

"This is nonsense, the benefits of being fat are endless, in the event of famine, fat people can live at least two months longer than thin people, just these two months, maybe it is the difference between life and death.

Don't tell me you weren't hungry. ”

The fat girl heard Yun Lang talk about being hungry, and she didn't know what she remembered, so she shivered, and hurriedly grabbed the egg and carefully broke it on the edge of the bowl, tasting the deliciousness of the egg in a small bite.

Yun Lang pushed another boiled egg to the fat girl and said, "This one has also been eaten, we will save a little more meat to deal with the famine in the future." ”

The fat girl nodded repeatedly.

Looking at the entire ironsmith workshop, the only person who can eat around the low table with the object of his service is the fat maid alone.

Pingsu thinks that it is very inappropriate to do this, and it will make others look down on Yunlang.

"Who's going to look down on me?" Yun Lang looked at Ping Su and asked with a smile.

"Those people!" Pingsuo's hand pointed at the people who were hiding under the eaves and pointing at Yunlang and the fat maid.

"You think I care what they think?"

Pingsu shook his head helplessly.

"Their likes and dislikes are only worth ten dollars to me, and if I give them ten dollars each, they will praise me as the best person in the world, but is it of any use to me?"

Pingsuo said helplessly: "Even if it's not for them, you always have to consider other people's opinions, right?" ”

Yun Lang laughed and said, "Will you look down on me because I eat with my servant?" “

Pingsu shook his head repeatedly.

"He who knows me does not blame me, and he who does not know me what do I care to him?"

"Mavericks don't usually end well."

"It's a happy life!"

"Yin and Yang are king!"

Yun Lang smiled and shook his head, but he no longer argued with Pingsuo, and arched his hand at this old man who always wanted to help him, and went straight into the house, and after a while, he fell asleep sweetly.

The fat maid is a very conscientious person, and it is also what Yunlang is most satisfied with her.

Yun Lang said that the braised meat should be simmered slowly over low heat, and the fat maid stayed on the edge of the small stove, adding firewood for a while, fanning the fire for a while, in short, let the iron pot on the small stove keep grumbling and never stopping.

When Zhuo Ji came in, the fat girl knelt on the ground, and her eyes still did not leave the iron pot.

Zhuo Ji opened the iron pot, and a large smell of meat spread out, and the fat girl was a little painful.

"What kind of meat is this?"

"If you go back to the master, it's pig meat."

"Have you ever been ripe?"

"Xiao Lang said that it needs to be simmered for three hours, and there is still a moment left."

Zhuo Ji nodded, and said to the servant woman behind her, "Take the pot to my room." ”

The servant woman agreed, immediately got started, covered the pot, and quickly disappeared with the handles on both sides.