Chapter 21 Huaiye Lengtao Fuli has gotten used to it...

Fu Li was already used to his arrogance and didn't take his sneer seriously. She stuffed the basket into his hand and said, "Take this. This will satisfy your appetite in the future."

After saying that, he laughed and ran back to the study.

Lingzhuzi didn't expect her to do this suddenly. He stared blankly at the basket stuffed in his hand for a moment. He felt that it would ruin his image and wanted to throw it away immediately, but he was also afraid that the thing would be broken.

Just when he was at a loss, Fu Yue came over, suppressing her laughter, "Shangxian, give this to me."

Lingzhuzi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stuffed the basket into her hands, turned around and hurried to Fuli's study.

This study was completely different from when she first arrived. Back then, there were only a few empty shelves with very few bamboo slips on them.

Wen Zhong knew that she never put down her books when she was in Yucang Mountain, so he specially ordered people to copy the bamboo slips in the library of the palace.

The palace's library was so rich it couldn't compare to the one in Dai Guo's temple. Fu Li had listed the books she'd read and had the copyists copy out the ones she hadn't read first.

Half a year passed quickly, and now the three study rooms, bright and dark, are filled with bamboo slips.

Every time he saw these bamboo slips, Fu Li thought about making paper as soon as possible.

But she had been too busy in the past six months to take care of papermaking. Plus, paper wasn't that important to her at the moment, so she put the matter aside for now.

When Lingzhuzi chased after him angrily, he saw Fu Li kneeling in front of the table, writing on a wooden tablet with a charcoal pencil with a serious look on his face.

Fuli preferred to use wooden tablets when writing compared to bamboo slips, because bamboo slips were full of vertical lines, and whether he used a carving knife or a charcoal pencil, it was not easier to write on them than on wooden tablets.

Lingzhuzi: She seems quite busy. Never mind, let's not argue with her for now.

In this way, he coaxed himself into submission, moved out the box in the corner, took out the blank bamboo slips inside, and continued to record the vegetation encyclopedia taught by Nuwa.

It was unknown how long it had been, but Fu Li finally finished the draft of the speech he would give when he met the King of Shang. He stretched his body to stretch his muscles, exhaled heavily, and then he felt like he was alive again.

Every time this happened, she missed the computer from her previous life so much.

Although her computer was always malfunctioning, either infected with viruses or freezing, either breaking the mouse or having a minor circuit leak, it was still very useful when it wasn't malfunctioning. Putting aside the fact that typing was easier than writing, just talking about IA editing, how much more effort would it save her from thinking up new lines?

"Are you done?" Lingzhuzi suddenly asked.

"It's finally over." Fu Li sighed, then said proudly, "My rhetoric is really penetrating and will definitely convince the King of Shang."

Even though she did not specialize in diplomacy, she grew up in an era of information explosion and was exposed to the Internet and reality, which naturally made her understand many ways of negotiating with people.

To be frank, her words of advice can be regarded as a synthesis of the essence of debaters over thousands of years.

Well, although it is just the essence, getting it to the Shang Dynasty can be considered a dimensionality reduction attack.

Lingzhuzi's eyes were smiling, but his face showed disbelief. Fuli didn't argue with him. She tied the bamboo slips in order with a hemp rope and handed them to him.

"Here, please help me review it first." She blinked and said mischievously.

Lingzhuzi really took it and read it carefully. The more he read, the more surprised he was: he didn't expect that this girl, at such a young age, was so eloquent.

After he finished reading, Fu Li came over and asked with a smile: "How is it? How is it? Not bad, right?"

Ling Zhuzi only said: "I hope that the Shang King is a connoisseur of goods."

Fu Li was speechless and said, "What's the harm if you just praise me directly?"

Lingzhuzi gave her a look and let her figure it out for herself.

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The next morning, the stonemason brought the millstone over first.

Fu Li called the family elder and the chef, and had people bring wheat and a donkey, and demonstrated in public how to turn wheat into flour.

First, use a stone mill to coarsely grind the whole wheat kernels into pieces, and then grind them finely twice to make a mixture of flour and bran.

At this time, it's time for Luo to come on stage.

Use a sieve to separate the bran and flour. The flour in the pottery basin is very fine, but not as white as the flour of later generations. Instead, it has a slightly yellowish-brown color.

Fu Li was a food lover in her previous life, so she naturally knew that refined flour was commonly used at that time, with a flour yield of 60%.

Nowadays, food is scarce, and it is already a luxury to sift out the bran and eat only the flour.

Once we had flour, it was much easier to teach the chef how to use it to cook. After all, he was a professional, he just lacked experience.

The yeast still needs to be fermented with the old dough for a week, but even the unleavened flatbreads and soup noodles are already delicious enough compared to the food in the past.

Fu Li said to Ling Zhuzi, "After the yeast is made, I will use leavened dough to make you scallion pancakes. They are even more delicious than those made with corn."

But Lingzhuzi's focus was not here. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So this is the method you meant to create many delicious foods."

Fu Li said confidently: "Just tell me it's okay without it, right?"

Lingzhuzi: "Hehe."

Fu Li was shocked: "No, who did you learn this from?"

Lingzhuzi rolled his eyes at her and turned away.

But when the sun reached its zenith, he would return on his own, because he still remembered that the porcelain sent into the kiln yesterday would be officially ready today.

Fu Li was very tactful and did not mention what happened in the morning, but just invited Ling Zhuzi to eat soup noodles together.

The two of them sat down at the table, and Fu Yue personally walked in with two colorful pottery bowls with phoenix patterns on a lacquer tray and placed the two bowls in front of them.

Lingzhuzi looked down and saw a bowl filled with emerald green strips of food with a spicy sauce on top.

There was some doubt in his eyes: the soup noodles should be made with the flour from this morning, shouldn’t the color be white with a slight yellowish tint?

Fu Li explained, "This is called Sophora japonica Leaf Cold Peach. It's hot right now, and eating this is refreshing, appetizing, and a summer must-have."

She added in her mind: It was a must-have in summer in ancient times.

In her previous life, there were so many foods that could relieve summer heat and stimulate appetite that locust leaf cold noodles had long been eliminated.

Because of the corn cakes and scallion oil corn cakes that paved the way, Lingzhuzi has gained full trust in the delicious food made by Fuli.

This time, without a second thought, he imitated Fuli and mixed the sauce made with dogwood and garlic with the noodles. The first bite was spicy, cool, and refreshing, and he couldn't help but take a second bite.

Fuli's eating speed is not much faster.

After traveling through eleven years, this was her first time eating noodles. With the feeling of "it's been a long time", she felt that this bowl of locust leaf cold noodles with little seasoning was particularly delicious.

The bowl of soup noodles was bigger than their faces, and they finished it all, including the soup, in less than a quarter of an hour.

Fuli touched her belly and sighed comfortably. She looked down at the clean bowl and then looked up at Lingzhuzi, "Do you want another bowl?"

Lingzhuzi coughed modestly and said, "Those who practice cultivation should not indulge in the desires of food and drink."

If he didn't keep glancing at the empty bowl out of the corner of his eye, his tone and gesture would still be very convincing.

Fu Li said, "But I still want to eat. Please eat some more with me, otherwise I'd be embarrassed to continue drinking as a girl."

"Okay then." Lingzhuzi agreed reluctantly.

Fu Li suppressed her laughter and stood up, saying to the female slave guarding the door, "Ask the kitchen to send over another bowl and a half. For the half bowl, add the same sauce as for the full bowl."

"Yes." The slave girl leaned over and responded, taking away their empty bowls, and soon brought back new ones.

"Give him the whole bowl and give me half a bowl. I have a strong taste." Fu Li ordered.

Lingzhuzi is not stupid, how could he not see that she was actually full and asked for this extra half bowl to take care of herself?

He was a little embarrassed and annoyed, but more touched, and said awkwardly, "I want to try the one with more sauce, too. Let me have your half bowl too."

Fu Li was startled, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Ling Zhuzi's ears flushed as she quickly finished the entire bowl and a half. The half bowl with double the spicy sauce was a bit too stimulating for her taste buds, which had never experienced such stimulation before.

But spiciness has such a magic that it can make people salivate with satisfaction.

Of course, Lingzhuzi would neither exclaim “shashasha” nor “scream that it’s so exciting”.

He would just make himself blush.

After the two of them washed their faces and rinsed their mouths, the porcelain craftsmen brought them the newly fired porcelain.

This time the proportions and firing temperature were controlled just right, and the porcelain produced was as white as snow, as delicate as fat, as jade-like in texture, and as lustrous as butter.

Especially those plates with gold edges, the ultimate collision of snow-white and golden color, the simplicity and elegance reveal a low-key luxury.

"Do you think it looks good?" Fu Li held a crabapple-shaped plate and placed it in front of Ling Zhuzi.

Seeing Ling Zhuzi curl his lips, she added before he could speak: "I need to hear the truth this time. Judging from your answer, what is the probability of impressing the King of Shang with porcelain?"

Lingzhuzi grew up in the Queen Wa Palace before he transformed. Maybe he had even been to the Heavenly Palace and seen many beautiful buildings where immortals lived. His aesthetic taste must be higher than that of mortal kings and princes.

As long as Lingzhuzi thinks it looks good, unless Woding has abnormal aesthetic taste, he will not think it looks bad.

Ling Zhuzi paused, then said sternly, "Such a beautiful artifact, even the goddess Nuwa would find it breathtakingly beautiful, let alone the King of Shang."

"Okay!" Fu Li said happily, "Tomorrow morning, we will take these porcelains and go to the King of Shang to present them. I believe that with these porcelains leading the way, my carefully prepared words, and your endorsement as an immortal, this admonition will surely be a complete success."

She was so confident that everyone around her was infected by her and almost celebrated for her in advance.

But the more full the ideal is, the more skinny the reality is.

The next day, when Fu Li and Ling Zhuzi came out of the Boyi Palace, they were filled with anger and didn't know where to vent it.

Fu Li finally understood why Li Erfeng's tolerance of Wei Zheng would become a legend passed down through the ages.

Not every emperor can be good at accepting advice.