Su Qingluan was furious with Mu Xingzhi. However, it was easy to appease him. Mu Xingzhi gave Su Qingluan a set of kitchen utensils. These were not the fine iron kitchen utensils made by ordinary blacksmiths, but kitchen utensils made by Mu Xingzhi's professional knife makers after using the "improved iron forging method" that Su Qingluan had suggested.
When Su Qingluan received the finished product, she knew that Mu Xingzhi had probably prepared it for her a long time ago - after all, there was no same-city express delivery in those days, and anything you wanted could be delivered to your door within an hour or so.
Moreover, this set of kitchen utensils, including the machete, boning knife, cutting knife, etc., can be seen to be all forged knives. Whether it is the craftsmanship of the blade or the choice of material decoration of the handle, this set is even far superior to the fine iron kitchen knife that Grandpa Xu Kekuan gave her, which she once treasured very much!
In fact, although Su Qingluan provided the direction for improving the iron forging process, because she was not a professional, she only vaguely knew the general direction of how to operate it, and had no specific rules at all.
Therefore, she also understood very well that the distance between "having a direction" and "the final maturity of the technology" was probably about the same as the distance between "husband and wife" and "Fuqi Feipian".
It can be said that she only started moving in that direction. Except for the first step, the remaining ninety-nine steps were figured out by herself.
It was precisely because she knew this that she realized the value of the set of kitchen utensils in her hand - these were the kitchen utensils forged in the legendary "weapons manufacturing factory"!
So Su Qingluan...she was so shameful that she couldn't get angry anymore!
Su Qingluan's eyes lit up as she fondly toyed with a long, thin boning knife. However, she couldn't be blamed. Normally, when she was at home, she wouldn't use her precious fine iron kitchen knife for cutting vegetables, preferring instead the more common bronze ox-ear knife, to prevent it from wearing out and prematurely expending its lifespan.
Now Mu Xing gave him a set of knives with rich varieties, and some of them could even temporarily replace each other. As a cook who was willing to cook and eat, how could Su Qingluan not be happy with such a complete set of sophisticated and beautifully marked kitchen utensils?
"You...you are too cunning, and this set of kitchen utensils was obviously prepared a long time ago, right?" Although she tried to sound fierce, Su Qingluan's involuntarily upturned mouth corners betrayed her joyful mood at the moment.
Facing Mu Xingzhi's all-seeing gaze, she felt that it was meaningless to force herself to be happy even though she was obviously extremely happy, so she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Mu Xingzhi shook his head: "You are really easy to coax..."
Su Qingluan looked at the set of kitchen utensils in her hand, curled her lips, and muttered softly: "Actually, I think if I ask a master who specializes in forging weapons to make a set of kitchen utensils for me, it wouldn't be that easy..."
But she was indeed very easy to satisfy, or rather, very good at self-regulation. After all, ever since she fell ill in her previous life, Su Qingluan had understood one thing: getting angry only made herself uncomfortable, and it didn't solve any problems.
So from that time on, no matter what the reason for her anger, Su Qingluan could quickly adjust her mood. Moreover, this time she was not particularly angry.
After all, from the very beginning, Mu Xingzhi was the kind of person who doubted everything. If he suddenly became a naive and trusting person, Su Qingluan would suspect that he had been possessed by someone else.
After talking about some irrelevant things, we still have to get down to business.
In fact, Su Qingluan's "shorthand" method is very simple, which is to replace complex words and phrases with conventional pinyin, English or other abbreviated patterns, and omit excessive colloquialisms or unnecessary modifying words while ensuring the logical order of the sentences, so as to achieve a concise and accurate effect.
However, she found that the reason she used them so easily was that the symbols such as "Pinyin", "English letters" and "Arabic numerals" were characters that she was very familiar with since she was a child in her previous life, and many phrases composed of these symbols using homophones or pictographic expressions were also conventional.
In contrast, for Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, and even other people of this era, the combination of Arabic numerals and letters is completely unsuitable, because they have not been exposed to the "cultural background" of these characters since childhood. If they use them mechanically, it is equivalent to directly learning another language system, which is a waste of time and inefficient.
So Su Qingluan just said to Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, "Ultimately, my recording method requires replacing existing words and phrases with conventional symbols, and these characters," she pointed at the letters, "will only become a burden if you are not very accustomed to them."
"What do these mean?" Mu Xingzhi stared at the pinyin letters without blinking.
Su Qingluan briefly explained the pronunciation rules of Chinese Pinyin. Mu Xingzhi thought about it and said, "This is very similar to 'Qieyun'."
"Qieyun?" Now it was Su Qingluan's turn to be confused about what it meant.
So Mu Xingzhi explained to Su Qingluan what "Qieyun" was. Su Qingluan digested it for a long time, and her eyes lit up: It was indeed very similar to pinyin!
In short, the so-called "Qieyun" is that when you encounter unfamiliar characters, you use two relatively simple characters that you already know, combining the "initial consonant" part of the first character and the "final vowel" part of the second character, so that you can "piece together" the pronunciation of the new character.
What’s more, the difference between rhyme and pinyin is that all of this in pinyin is composed of special “initials” and “finals”, and there are also special standard tone symbols.
"In that case, I'll teach you the method I use, and maybe you can learn it quickly too!" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: After all, this is content taught in elementary school or even kindergarten, there is no reason why a group of adults with normal intelligence cannot learn it!
So from that day on, Su Qingluan had another course teaching pinyin.
Fortunately, this time there was only Mu Xingzhi as the "student", and his learning speed was obviously at the level of a top student, so Su Qingluan found it easy to teach him.
Now Mu Xingzhi seemed to have formed some kind of strange tacit understanding with Su Qingluan. Regarding the knowledge that he was not familiar with, Mu Xingzhi no longer asked Su Qingluan where she learned it from.
Su Qingluan was also naturally tight-lipped, not explaining a single word. On the contrary, Song Bo would occasionally ask a question, but Su Qingluan would always evade it.
After teaching six finals and eight consonants, today's teaching course has come to a temporary end.
However, this is not something that Mu Xingzhi, the student, needs to absorb and consolidate - in fact, Su Qingluan feels that Mu Xingzhi is like a sponge. He can learn anything once taught, without the need for repetition, which makes Su Qingluan feel very unfulfilled.
The fundamental reason for the course being terminated was that Su Qingluan's stomach began to protest against her master.
There is no other way, eating is the most important thing in the world. Su Qingluan looked at the sky outside. If she didn't go back, it would be dark, and the road would be even more difficult to walk on.
So she could only make an appointment with Mu Xingzhi to come again tomorrow.
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