Han Chuan planned to try to make several kinds of food with wheat flour, and after the yield per mu of wheat was calculated, he would write down the eating method on the freshly made paper and offer it together.

He pointed to these and then upgraded to a knighthood, but he couldn't figure out what kind of temper King Qin was, whether the new way of eating wheat could be regarded as a credit, and whether paper would be considered as strong and durable as bamboo slips. What would King Qin think?

Just offer it together and let the king look at it. After doing this Qin people, Han Chuan's mentality has changed a little, after all, Chu Di doesn't seem to be very strict here. At that time, it was said harshly, but there were still people wandering around the county with swords, and the local officials were still too lazy to catch them. So he's not as worried as he was at the beginning.

Moreover, although Qin Lu said that he was punished heavily and rewarded lightly, he was still willing to give a reward in the end. It has been a year or two since his peasant learning spread in the Chu State, and no one has asked at all, and he hasn't even come to see the county order. After the Qin army came, the county order was still the same county order, but he came to see his house to harvest wheat in person, and the reward came quickly.

At this time, Han Chuan felt that the Qin State was stronger than the Chu State.

The mu of wheat harvested by his family has been replaced by Tian Qiangfu, and the taste of the wheat in exchange is not as good as his good wheat, and he is not sure about it. However, the large stone mill that the Shi family helped him make had been shipped home and loaded yesterday, and he grinded some and kneaded a small piece of dough to ferment, planning to make it today.

But the son has recruited so many children, although one person tastes one is not too much, but he can't really eat only one for others.

"Okay, you go home, Father is going to the county to buy more meat." It's not pork yet, it's lamb. There's no way, now my own pigs haven't been killed, and the pork bought outside is boiled like urine. It's rare to eat a good meal at home, Han Chuan would rather spend more money than ruin his first experience of wheat flour.

I have to tell Zhang Jing that Zhang Dolphin slept at his house today, and if he wants to taste food, he won't have time to take a ride home.

From the winter to the present, the Shi family has been so busy with Han Chuan that they hit the back of their heads, made a cylinder car and a curved plow, and began to help him make stone grinding, and then he took a breath, and after soaking the bamboo for enough time, he tried to make paper.

Even if Han Chuan is here, this is not something that can be done overnight, and he was busy until before the wheat harvest before he could make barely usable paper.

At this time, although there was a stone mill, it was only to crush the wheat grains and cook them to eat, or to grind them to make cakes, and the taste was still very bad, and it was not promoted. Chinese grains have always been grained, and there has never been a staple grain that is ground into flour and then processed. After the introduction of wheat, it gradually became one of the five grains, but people still steamed and ate it according to the old habit, which caused it to be very unpalatable.

Han Chuan had never eaten the food made of wheat ground into flour, and he only drooled when he watched the recipe, because grinding into flour would lose some quantity, and he dared to try it when he was rich this year. Unexpectedly, the two sons recruited a group of snack goods, and now they are going to break the bank.

When they returned home with the meat, the children had already peeled out a bowl of shrimp meat, and the older girls were even more ingenious and picked out the shrimp lines one by one. The stone mill was placed in the house where the pulp was originally grinded, and Lin Lu couldn't wait for him to come back, so he had already started to grind it himself.

Han Chuan hurriedly took it, gave her the meat, and smiled and said, "Let's get some more food, there are so many babies, I can't afford to entertain just eating meat." ”

Lin Lu was also funny and helpless, but he still protected the child and spoke: "Ashin and Ah Wu are also enthusiastic...... Okay, okay, you go grind, I'll make the stuffing. ”

Take the shrimp peeled by the children, chop and mash them, mix them with the meat filling, then cut the leeks, take out the eggs they have saved and beat the egg flowers, and make another filling with the leeks. That's the main force for today.

Han Xin didn't read the recipe, and he was also very curious about what his parents were going to do, and now that there were so many people in the family, he couldn't take out the book of heaven to read, so he could only go to the mill to watch his father grind wheat flour. It is also very interesting that a grain of wheat turns into a yellowish powder in white. He thinks that the stone grinding thing has magic power, the mushroom can be ground into pulp, and the wheat can be ground into powder. Does soybean syrup taste better than rice and flour is better than wheat rice?

Fortunately, a lot of it was ground out yesterday, and today when the number of people was estimated, Han Chuan grinded some more, then sifted it a few times, and then brought it to the stove to ferment first. The morning that came out yesterday had already fermented, and Lin Lu was already kneading the dough.

Han Wu also ran over: "I'm going to do it too!" ”

"Go, don't waste it." Han Chuan drove people away, and Lin Lu kneaded the dough while dissuading: "You let them wash their hands and do it, we haven't done it yet, and we don't know who can do it." ”

Han Chuan had no choice but to take the two boys to wash their hands and warn them not to waste. But having said that, the two of them rubbed and rubbed, and somehow rubbed their faces, Han Xin wiped his face, and even more spent, was pointed at by Han Wu and laughed, and wiped a handful of his face angrily.

After wiping it, he felt distressed again, this is the flour from the wheat mill, isn't this smearing a waste of food?

was pulled over by his father and washed his face, this time the two of them were not allowed to touch the dough, Han Chuan looked at them, and waited for Lin Lu to roll out the skin, and then gave them a piece of it, telling them to wrap it after they learned it.

At present, there is a special appliance for steaming, called a retort, the lower is the mustache, the upper is the retort, and the steaming and cooking are integrated, and Han Chuan also has it at home. But he read the Book of Heaven and found something better: a steamer made of bamboo.

This thing can be stacked on top of each other!

Of course, it is only used to open a store and do business, and the family can't do it. But it also has other benefits, mainly easy accessibility. Bamboo is too common in this part of the Chu State, and bamboo forests can be found anywhere. Those who can use bamboo to weave common household items are not only craftsmen, but also those who are skillful can do one or two.

The bamboo steamer is not difficult and is very easy to popularize. For ordinary people, it is easier to get a steamer at home than to buy one. If you want to eat food made with wheat flour, it's convenient.

Han Chuan seized the time, pulled out the dough one by one and kneaded it, put it on the steamer, added water to steam, cooked some vegetables, dug out the sauce and put it on the table.

Han Xin touched his stomach and felt that he was already hungry. Han Wu had eaten it, and he couldn't help it, squatting by the stove and refusing to leave, claiming that he wanted to eat the first steamed one.

The dough was steamed, and as soon as the pot was boiled, Han Xin smelled the fragrance of wheat. The fluffy dough doesn't have anything to offer, but the aroma alone whets an appetite. When I took a bite, it was soft and slightly sweet, Han Xin didn't pick up the vegetables or apply the sauce, and ate half of it in one go. Han Wu didn't look three years younger, and he was a quarter less in one bite.

Lin Lu was worried that the two children would hold on, and said angrily: "Eat less, how big do you have a belly?" Mother still makes better food here, you have caught shrimp for a long time, don't you want to taste it? ”

Han Chuan felt that the two children needed to eat a lot of food because they wanted to grow their bodies, and said with a smile: "If they want to eat, let them eat, and it will be broken." Ashin, finish this, coat it with sauce, and put it with some dishes. Ah Wu, you too. ”

Han Xin smiled embarrassedly, and used the sauce according to his father's words, and it really had a flavor other than the original taste. Han Wu was regretting, oops, there was no sugar, he also wanted to eat it with sugar, that sweet. And hot sauce, saliva. He should have planted some chili peppers in the yard of his home. But the age is too novel, and eighty percent of the plants were shoveled by their parents as poisonous fruits.

I still have to grow up quickly, and I can grow peppers when I grow up.