The yard was filled with the aroma of meat, and the young man stared at the pottery jar with a fascinated look.
Rong Xi arrived, lifted the lid and looked inside, then told the young man, "The meat is already 80% cooked, put the dried fish in."
Taixian is a dried fish specialty of Taizhou. It is stewed with meat, combining sea and land, and is extremely delicious.
When Hu and Jiang smelled the flavor, they both felt their appetites surge and their mouths watered.
Jiang Weiping had never been interested in food, but the taste of this dish was so alluring that he felt that time was passing quickly and he only wished that the golden wheel would suddenly fall and it would be the afternoon soon.
When Hu Yulin saw his expression, he knew what he meant and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Dalang is really a wonderful person!
"What kind of object was that that Dalang was talking about before?" Jiang Weiping intended to divert attention.
Rong Xi smiled calmly, "To be honest, I like to eat, and I think the dishes are monotonous, so I try to find new ideas. I was lucky enough to see a strange book, which said that if the pot is thin and the fire is strong, it can be stir-fried."
“Stir-fry?”
"Cauldron?"
Hu and Jiang asked at the same time.
Hu Yulin was concerned about cooking skills, while Jiang Weiping was concerned about iron cauldron craftsmanship. Facing their doubts, Rong Xi smiled and said, "Qishu said so. I have never seen it before. Thinking of Brother Shouyuan's superb skills, I thought of giving it a try."
"Could it be that the coal briquettes and coal tools were also obtained by Dalang from the strange book?" Hu Yulin asked with narrowed eyes and a smile, hitting the nail on the head.
Rong Xi smiled and nodded.
These clever ideas were not his original idea. He borrowed one or two from them but did not dare to take credit for them. So he mentioned the matter of the strange book. Regardless of whether others believed it or not, he felt at ease.
Hu and Jiang obviously didn't believe it.
If there really is such a rare book, how come Dalang is the only one who knows about it? I guess Dalang just doesn't want to stand out in the forest and wants to hide his shortcomings from others.
No wonder people in the capital all speak ill of him.
Considering Rong Xi's life experience, his biological mother died early and his stepmother managed the household. If he became famous, he might be plotted against. It would be unbearable for ordinary people to destroy their reputation in this way.
Hu and Jiang were very impressed and felt even more pity for Rong Xi.
Rong Dalang is only 28 years old, while they are all already in their twenties and a few years older than him, so they should protect him with all their heart.
Thinking of this, the two stopped asking questions, and Jiang Weiping replied: "Dalang's words are just a small cauldron. Let me go back and think about it carefully. If I can get a finished product, I will tell you first."
Rong Xi knows that the promotion of thin-skinned iron pots is closely related to iron smelting technology.
The Wei Dynasty produced little iron, which was used to make farm tools and weapons and armor. As a result, the people had no iron to use.
If the iron smelting technology improves and people use it more, iron pots will come into being.
Those who master the core technology of iron smelting are government-run. Although Jiang Weiping's skills are superb, his smelting techniques are slightly lacking.
Rong Xi knew the principles of iron smelting, so he went to the study to get some paper and gave it to Jiang Weiping. What is written on the paper is slightly better than the current iron smelting technology.
Jiang Weiping is an expert in this field. He was deeply moved when he saw it. He immersed himself in it and was as quiet as a clay sculpture.
By the time of Shen, the meat was cooked through. Rong Xi lifted the lid and took a look. A rich fragrance gushed out and awakened Jiang Gong who was intoxicated by the wonderful method.
Liu He brought up the food table at the right time and placed a lacquer plate on it, with sesame cakes and soup on the plate.
Rong Xi sat in the main seat, while Hu and Jiang sat opposite each other.
The three of them shared six parts of the meat in the pot, and the rest was given to Liu's ancestors and grandchildren.
Needless to say, the grandfather and grandson were very grateful and retreated to the kitchen.
Hu and Jiang picked up their chopsticks to taste the food, and their minds were instantly intoxicated by it. The meat is tender and soft, melting in your mouth. The salty and fresh taste of Taiwanese dried fish and the smoothness of pork meat blend together, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth.
The addition of green onions, peppers and shiitake mushrooms lightens the fishy smell, adjusts the flavor and enhances the color, which is simply a stroke of genius.
The two of them ate a few sesame cakes with this delicious dish. When they felt so full that they could hardly walk, they regretfully stopped eating and got up reluctantly.
"I didn't see Dalang eating much just now, why is that?" Hu Yulin stood in the corridor with his belly full, asking curiously.
When the meat was divided, Rong Xi only had two or three pieces, and the rest was taken by Hu Jiang. Rong Xi only ate one piece of meat, and his appetite was quite small.
Rong Xi was helpless when he heard this, and pointed at his face, saying, "Xi is fat and it is inconvenient for me to move, so I want to eat less and lose weight."
His skin was as white as fat, and it was faintly shiny in the twilight glow. Although it is abundant, it is pure in quality, beautiful in rhythm, and extraordinary in bearing, which makes people forget the world when they see it.
"Dalang has lost a lot of weight since we first met. Please take care of yourself." Hu Yulin expressed his sincere concern.
Jiang Weiping also nodded repeatedly.
"I know the seriousness of the situation, so you two brothers don't have to worry." When Rong Xi saw that the two men wanted to return, he sent them to the door of the house.
If he had not still retained his rationality, Hu Yulin would really like to eat at Rong's house every day.
The three of them said goodbye to each other reluctantly. When Hu and Jiang were about to get on the car, they saw a strong servant of the Hu family running towards them, sweating profusely and looking frightened.
"My dear, come back soon!"
Hu Yulin asked seriously, "What happened?"
The strong servant came closer and whispered, and all three of them could hear what he said.
"The emperor collapsed."
When the Wei ruler passed away, a storm arose. The situation in Shengjing is complicated, confusing and undercurrents are surging.
Rong Xi was far away in Qingzhou and was not affected at all. All you need to do is wear mourning clothes for one month to show your commemoration.
In the shops and taverns in the neighborhood, all the stringed instruments and wind instruments were silent, all the beautiful clothes were taken off, and no one dared to sing, dance, drink wine or talk about the zither.
In order to avoid any trouble, Hu Yulin no longer visited Rong's house and only secretly prepared for the expansion of coal. Jiang Weiping worked behind closed doors to make tools, and vowed to study the method of iron smelting so as to live up to Rong Xi's trust.
Linxi is as quiet as a deep mountain, and the people dare not make a noise.
Rong's house is located in a remote place in the west of the town. Although the courtyard is not small, there are no neighbors nearby and there are mountains and fields in the distance. There was only one master and two servants in the house. The door was kept closed day and night and no one cared about the house.
Rong Xi was happy to have some peace and quiet.
Liu Zishi has been learning for more than ten years. He is determined and resolute, but his talent is limited and he has difficulty understanding the meaning of the book. Rong Xi then focused on learning Chinese characters. The boy copied and learned a hundred Chinese characters every day. When he was tested the next day, he scored no more than eleven or twelve.
Even so, Rong Xi felt relieved.
A few days later, on a rainy night, the group sneaked to Linxi.
Several people were staying overnight and did not want to attract attention, so they preferred a lonely and quiet house, so Rong House caught their eye.
The lamps are swaying and the autumn rain is lingering. Rong Xi rested on the couch, his consciousness gradually fading away. Suddenly, I heard a sound on the window frame, like a knocking sound, which came dimly in the rainy night.
Rong Xi was silent for a moment, the sound still ringing in his ears. He stood up and went to the window, only to see the window paper torn and a sharp bird's beak breaking through the window.
The white bird sat majestically on the windowsill, its pitch-black eyes suddenly meeting Rong Xi's.
It seemed to understand human nature. Seeing Rong Xi's attention, it spat out what was in its mouth, which turned out to be a ball of paper.
Rong Xi took it and opened it, and the handwriting on it was crooked.
"Your Excellency is kind-hearted and generous. Please allow me to stay overnight."
He pinched the paper and raised his head, looking into the eyes of the white bird. The bird's head was slightly tilted, as if trying to please him.
Rong Xi thought about it and realized that a traveler who wanted to stay overnight on a rainy night did not want to disturb others, so he must have been afraid to use birds to deliver messages.
Does he open the door to welcome guests or remain indifferent?
Cold raindrops came through the window, and Rong Xi suddenly came back to his senses and decided to follow his heart. Anyone who can find out the master's will in this way is definitely not a bully.
He stroked the bird's head with his finger, then found some rain gear and followed the white bird to the side door.
The bolt was removed and the old wooden door creaked open. Rong Xi's face was hidden under his bamboo hat and could not be seen clearly in the dark night.
He smelled a hint of blood.
The person outside the door was extremely happy and was about to open his mouth to thank him, but he heard the owner of the house speak indifferently.
"How much rent do you want to pay?"
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Taixian (xiǎng): a pickled dried fish specialty of Taizhou.
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