Just draw the drawings and go to the blacksmith to type them.

Zhongli immediately asked the little girl to take out a pen and paper, and with a few strokes, she drew a unique fork, and then handed it to the little girl to take it and type it.

Zhao Zijian watched Zhongli casually come up with so many strange and practical things, and he was even more curious about Zhongli.

"Is there any use for this fork?" Zhao Zijian asked as he ate the cool fruit.

"Of course it works, if you use chopsticks to hold this thing, it will be slippery, but with a fork it will not." Zhongli was very happy to solve Zhao Zijian's doubts.

Zhao Zijian nodded, he found that as long as he stayed by Zhongli's side, he could come into contact with fresh things all the time.

"Second son, the soybean seeds have been bought." A guy came in and said.

The soybean seeds had already been planted, but Zhongli felt that it was a little little, so he asked the next person to purchase some more, but he didn't expect to come today.

"Take me to see it." Zhongli eagerly got up and walked outside, Zhao Zijian was not idle, followed Zhongli and walked to the courtyard outside, only to find that the yard was full of bags of soybeans.

Zhongli stepped forward to pick up a few and looked at them, they were full and had a very good luster, and they were first-class seeds at a glance.

"Very well, in that case, go and call someone, and plant these soybeans in the near future."

Immediately, a small servant was ordered to go down to inform the village chief, and after a while, the village chief rushed over, and when he saw the soybeans in the yard, his heart was full of love. The village chief stepped forward to check the soybeans before saying, "Second son, most of the land has been planted now, and there is no reserved land to plant soybeans, where is this going to be planted?" ”

Zhongli stepped forward and said, "Just plant these in the cornfield." "In modern society, many people like to mix like this.

And she has planted soybeans once before, and this time she doesn't want to harvest soybeans, just like before, just plant it and finally crush the land, although now it's her own investment, but if she can turn those inferior fields into high-grade fields, she can also be considered profitable.

"Won't that affect the growth of corn?" The village chief was a little skeptical.

"Of course not, you just listen to my planting, and the corn stalk is relatively high, and at a certain time, the corn stalk will cover the soybeans, which will not affect the growth of corn at all."

"Okay, since the second son is so determined, then I will take someone to plant these soybeans." The village chief went out in a hurry, and after a while, he walked in with a few young people, who were all good at labor, and several large bags of soybeans were carried out by them.

Seeing that there were only three bags left in the yard, the village chief came in and said, "Second son, there are too many of them, and there are not so many of them in the ground." Why don't you put it in the warehouse and plant it next year? ”

Although the second son is very good at drilling these things, these things are bought with money, and they can't be wasted like this.

"It's okay, everyone is busy today, and I'll invite everyone to a soybean feast in the evening." Looking at these soybeans, Zhongli had an idea in his heart.

You must know that soybeans are a very important thing in modern times, and there are many things that soybeans can be made, first of all, tofu is a big head, and after making tofu, you can make dried tofu, tofu brain, stinky tofu, moldy tofu, and sour tofu.

In addition, tofu can be divided into mapo tofu, spicy tofu, fish head tofu, tofu soup, and all kinds of delicious.

Then soybeans can also be made into bean sprouts, and soybeans can also be fried and ground into flour and eaten as a seasoning.

Eventually, she was able to make soybeans into tempeh, and when she first smelled tempeh, she was uncomfortable for a long time, but once she ate it, she knew it tasted delicious.

In short, soybeans are not useless things, she wants to change the entire people of the Apocalypse and let them know that soybeans are very important things.

The village chief nodded and took the young men to work.

And he also believes that Zhongli can make something delicious.

After the village chief left, Zhao Zijian stared at the soybeans on the ground and said, "This thing can really be eaten?" ”

For the royal family, this kind of thing is the most lowly thing, they don't want to eat it, they don't want to look at it.

"Of course you can eat it, I'm sure you won't forget it after you eat it." Zhongli gave a mysterious smile, and then asked the little guy to put the other two bags of soybeans away and open the remaining bag of soybeans.

At Zhongli's orders, they soaked the soybeans in water.

Because considering that there are more people in Zhuangzi, Zhongli has a lot of bubbles.

After soaking, she asked people to prepare the brine.

Everyone had eaten Zhongli's tofu and soybean oil before, but now it seems that she clearly didn't want to do that, but from past experience, what she made is absolutely unique, plus she is the master, no one has any objections.

By the evening, the soybeans were almost soaked, and Zhongli found a stone mill for people to wash and grind.

There were also stone mills in this era, but they were only used to grind rice, after all, there were no hulling machines in this era, and if you wanted to eat rice, you could only use this method.

When the white slurry water flowed out of the outlet in front of the stone mill, everyone was stunned by this thing, they never knew that soybeans could still be eaten like this. In the past, they used to squeeze soybean oil, and the finished soybean cake was used for cooking, without delay. Unless someone is rich, they will fry a few beans to eat.

Soon, all the soybeans were ground.

Zhongli asked the ground water to be poured into a large pot that had already been washed and boiled over high heat.

After that, she personally put the prepared brine into it.

Because it was the first time she had done it, she was very careful, stirring the pot in her hand while pouring brine into the steaming slurry, Zhongli's hand was squeezed tightly, for fear of putting too much brine.

Fortunately, she was lucky enough, and when she stopped, the tofu in the pot was just condensed and formed.

Zhongli wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted, "Bring the bowl." "If you want to eat tofu brain, it's this time, and it won't taste good when you're old later.

She filled a full pot of tofu brains, which allowed the tofu in the pot to be filled, and then filtered out the excess water, and the rest was pressed into lumps, and finally made into tofu.

Because Zhongli soaked a lot of soybeans, she had just finished making it, and the second bucket of slurry water was put into the pot again.

This time Zhongli didn't do it herself, first, it was too hot, and second, she felt that she should let go and let the kitchen workers learn, so that she wouldn't have to do it herself in the future.

Soon, the slurry water in the pot boiled again, and this time Zhongli asked people to fill some slurry water, which was soy milk.

Then Zhongli said a few words before leaving the kitchen.

A few other people in the kitchen, you look at me, I look at you, looking at what Zhongli left for them to taste, and couldn't help but step forward and taste it.

What are these things? It looks like tofu but it's not tofu. And the tofu you made is too tender, isn't it? It's literally melt-in-your-mouth.

In the past, Zhongli also distributed tofu in the village, but the taste was not even a tenth of this.

It's almost summer, and it's very hot. Zhongli asked people to carry the soy milk and tofu brain to the living room, then added some things to the tofu brain, put a bowl and handed it to Zhao Zijian, "Try it." ”

Zhao Zijian looked at the white thing in front of him, and the faint smell of beans filled his nose.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Zijian picked up the spoon and took a bite, full of bean flavor and the unique softness of tofu brain.

This was the first time he had eaten tofu brain, and it was salty, because Zhao Zijian was considered a northerner, and Zhongli thought he would like salty tofu brain.

"How?" Zhongli made himself a bowl of sweet and asked in a low voice.

"It tastes special." Zhao Zijian put down the bowl and stared at Zhongli with bright eyes, "How do you know that soybeans can still be eaten like this?" "There are so many cooks in the palace every day to develop food, but no one has ever made such a thing, which makes Zhao Zijian even more curious about Zhongli.

"It's just that there was really no food at home before, and my mother made it at will, so I just wrote it down." Zhongli knew that he would definitely ask, and he had already thought of the answer.

Zhao Zijian nodded, "Jiaci is virtuous, I don't know where Jiaci is now?" ”

Speaking of his mother, Zhongli's face changed slightly, and he sighed: "Mother is blessed, she can't wait to see us grow ......up."

Zhao Zijian already understood, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhong, I don't know." ”

"It's okay, Brother Zhao eats first, and I'll let people send these to the people at home." Zhongli rarely thinks of her mother anymore, the days when she didn't have a meal before, it rained heavily outside, and it rained lightly at home was the deepest pain in her heart.

Zhao Zijian waved his hand, thinking about whether to write down the practice of this thing and send it to the palace.

When Zhongli came back, Zhao Zijian had already finished eating the tofu brains in the bowl.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, there will be a tofu banquet later, I'll let you taste the taste of tofu." Zhongli felt that things like tofu brains could be popularized in all directions, and they would definitely be sold out again as before.

"Eat whatever you say." Zhao Zijian is now wholeheartedly dependent on Zhongli, and he is convinced that as long as he follows Zhongli, he will not worry about having nothing to eat.

At this moment, several children of the Zhong family came over and held Zhongli's arm affectionately and said, "Second brother, how did you get this tofu brain this year, it's delicious." ”

"It's delicious, and the second brother will get it for you every day in the future." Zhongli rubbed their heads, and then reminded, "Second brother, there are still guests here, you can call him Zhao Gongzi." ”

Hearing this, the three children said in unison: "Zhao Gongzi is good." ”

"Don't be so polite, just call me Brother Zhao." Zhao Zijian looked at the three children, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

In the royal family, there are many children, and there are many brothers and sisters, but because of the characteristics of the royal family, they can't get close to each other at all.

"Okay, you go back to school first, the second brother still has something to tell Mr. Zhao." Zhongli saw Zhao Zijian's absent-mindedness and said to the children.

"You have a lot of children."

"Yes, my mother left early, and it became my responsibility to take care of my younger siblings." When Zhongli said this, he didn't feel a burden at all, but felt very happy.

Zhao Zijian was stunned for a moment and changed the topic, "Brother Zhong, I don't know how your tofu is doing?" ”

"Since Brother Zhao is curious, let's go and take a look." Zhongli knew that Zhao Zijian didn't like to talk about these things, so he followed Zhao Zijian's words and led the topic away.

"Okay." Zhao Zijian followed Zhongli to the kitchen, only to see that the kitchen was full of tofu, and the white and tender tofu looked very cute.