Chapter 9: Ying Zheng: Copying Homework
"You're here, just as we were talking about your salt."
When Wei Shengxue saw the two people walking in, there was still sympathy on her face.
Ying Zheng glanced around and his eyes fell on the salt jar held high by the kitchen steward. As for the jar of water, I'm sorry, His Majesty the First Emperor, who had no shortage of servants in Zhao State, didn't recognize it.
Light yellow crystals, yes, it was the refined salt he knew.
This kind of salt was exclusive to the nobility when the State of Qi still existed. Even the State of Qin could only buy this kind of salt after it became powerful.
Ying Zheng: "Fellow Daoist, do you dislike this kind of salt?"
Wei Shengxue shook her head repeatedly: "Who would like this bitter and astringent salt? This is the first time I know that salt can be so unpalatable."
It's just an ordinary sentence, but when someone pays close attention to it, they can analyze it into three or four meanings and five or six inferences.
There are some things that Your Majesty is not easy to say, and this is when he needs to step in.
Li Si secretly puffed out his chest and said: Your Majesty's most beloved minister must be me!
"Master." He bowed.
Wei Shengxue's expression clearly showed that she still remembered him: "It's you, you old crybaby."
Old, what do you mean by old? What crybaby? What do you mean by old?
Li Si staggered and almost fell down.
Forgive him. Li Tingwei has been scheming and plotting all his life, but this is the first time he has heard such words.
A look of horror appeared on the calm Li Si's face for the first time, and his usually sensitive tongue lost its effect.
The others also looked horrified.
Zhao Gao looked peculiar. Could it be that the immortals favored this type? Should we prepare a group of such actors? However… his eyes drifted over the wrinkles on Li Si's face. Wasn't he a little too old?
If Wei Shengxue knew what he was imagining, she would jump three feet away in fear and avoid Li Si from then on.
It's terrible, she likes tall, domineering and handsome men! Not this kind of orange peel face!
But she didn't know, so she could continue to discuss the issue of salt with the fellow Taoist opposite her.
"What did you want to say?"
Li Si managed to regain his train of thought and began to make up a story: "I've heard that in ancient times, there was a method for producing salt that was as white as snow and as fine as sand. It's said that skilled craftsmen even incorporated color into the salt to create colorful salt. But time has passed, and the recipe has been lost. We, the descendants, can only imagine the past through fragments of information."
Is the colored salt made with something similar to pigment?
Wei Shengxue seemed to be lost in thought.
"There's a whole industry chain behind colored salt. It's normal that you can't make it now," she consoled him. "But we can make snowflake salt first."
Li Si, who was just talking nonsense:!!!
Others who knew he was talking nonsense as soon as they heard it:!!!
It is worthy of being the fairyland, it can even incorporate the colors of the rainbow into salt!
How can this wave of mutual imagination not be a two-way process?
Wei Shengxue picked up a piece of light yellow salt crystal and ordered, "Go get some quicklime."
As soon as he said he wanted to, he thought of the chef who didn't even know what steamed buns were, so he asked, "Do you know quicklime?"
Shake your head.
"limestone?"
Shake your head.
Wei Shengxue pondered for a moment and described the properties of limestone, but no one present had ever dealt with stone, and there was nothing similar in their limited memory.
Ying Zheng said, "Call the stonemason."
The attendant took the order and left.
Thinking of Wei Shengxue's disdain for Qi Yan just now, he couldn't help but speculate: "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to make 'Snowflake Salt'?"
Wei Shengxue nodded. "As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for the people. You've even lost the inheritance of salt, which is essential for survival. What kind of disaster would that be?"
Ying Zheng thought of the stories Zhao Ji told him when he was a child in Zhao State. At that time, the relationship between mother and son was close and harmonious, and Zhao Ji would tell him some folk legends before bed to coax him to sleep.
Thinking of Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng's face darkened for a moment.
"When I was young, I heard the story of Nuwa mending the sky."
After so many years in the world of immortal cultivation, is the tip of the iceberg finally being revealed?
Wei Shengxue immediately took out a set of tables and chairs from the system and said, "Come on, sit down and talk."
Seeing with his own eyes the method of taking things out of thin air, Ying Zheng's pupils shrank and then turned into a fiery color.
The world is hidden in the sleeves, and he has the skills of an immortal.
He suppressed his urge to move and fixed his eyes on the furniture he had never seen before.
There is nothing special about the table, and the function of the chair is also obvious at a glance.
Ying Zheng sat down readily and leaned back on the chair like an immortal. The cotton-wrapped backrest was comfortable and fit well, much more comfortable than kneeling.
He glanced at Li Si, and when he saw him nod slightly, he looked away.
This thing is good and can be promoted.
Copy homework, copy homework.
"...At this point, people returned to a stable life." Ying Zheng took a sip of tea to end the story.
The sky tilts to the northwest, the earth sinks to the southeast... mend the sky...
Wei Shengxue's eyes sparkled with longing.
“That’s amazing.”
'Can I cultivate to this level? ' she asked herself.
System: ...myths and legends.
[Not possible here. If the host wants to reach this level, it will take a long time and a certain amount of luck.]
Time brings enough experience and precipitation, and luck allows you to enter the top world.
Fortunately, Wei Shengxue didn't dwell on this and instead talked about the extraction of refined salt.
It happened that the stonemason who was summoned was already waiting outside the door.
Is it true that every profession has its specialties? Limestone, which had previously received no response no matter how much I described it, now had the other party identify it with just a few words.
"Your Majesty, Master, this thing is in the nearby river. Please allow me to take people to retrieve it." The stonemason requested respectfully.
The stonemason, having obtained permission, led his men away.
"When he brings back the limestone, bake it, crush it, and add water. Then take the mixture and add it to the salt water. Let it sit for a while and then filter it. Do this three or four times. Then boil the water in a pot and you will get refined salt."
Wei Shengxue estimated that this step would take at least two days to complete, and she naturally had no interest in watching such a boring process.
As for what to do with the seasoning before refined salt is extracted...
She mobilized her spiritual power and reached out to brush over the salt shaker. Threads of spiritual power spread, carefully removing excess impurities from the coarse salt.
After a few breaths, the originally pale yellow crystals turned into small snow-white salt grains.
White as snow, fine as sand.
Snowflake salt!
"For the time being, I'll use salt from here for my meals." Wei Shengxue glanced at the meal ticket and asked, "Will consuming fine salt affect your ascetic practice?"
The tone of voice was natural, and there was no sign of the embarrassment of almost eating alone in front of the host.
Who would be willing to suffer when they can eat good food, let alone the supreme ruler like Qin Shi Huang who was supported by the whole country.
Ying Zheng replied naturally, "Thank you for your concern, my friend. It's just a little seasoning, it won't have any impact."
The most important seasoning problem was solved, and the chef, who had been eagerly waiting for it, finally got the snowflake salt he had been longing for.
As a chef, he had to taste any seasoning first to determine its flavor. Relying on his superior status, he pinched a small grain of salt and put it into his mouth.
The saliva dissolved the salt grains, and the pure salty taste spread on the tip of the tongue, making the chef's eyes red.
So this is what the simplest salty taste is like.
The salt shaker filled with snowflake salt had been locked in a cupboard by the kitchen steward, next to the precious spices.
Only a small dish filled with exquisite bronze was placed next to the stove.
With seasonings that taste normal, the chef's skills are finally not only seen by the natives.
Wei Shengxue took a sip of the steaming hot soup. It was light yet incredibly delicious. She almost burst into tears as she held the soup in her mouth.
This is the craft of the world of immortal cultivation!
The novel never deceives me!
tasty!
Before she could swallow it, the electronic sound that had been silent for a long time appeared again -
[Ding! Heavy metal toxins detected, please do not test the poison yourself! ]
Wei Shengxue:!!!!!!
It's poisonous!
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