So Wang Zheng designated the area near the doll as a restricted area, prohibiting anyone from approaching, in order to maintain a certain sense of mystery.

Most of the Tibetan gods are vague legends, and it is naturally impossible to unify the legends. Let them argue with each other first, and then bring out the unified doctrine and scriptures. These ignorant people will be much more likely to accept it.

The temperature was not very low, and the snowflakes melted as they fell, making it difficult for them to remain. The thin snow on the ground squeaked when stepped on. Wang Zheng stopped and looked into the distance, sighing a little. It seemed that he would have to wait a little longer.

"Since we have seen some results, let's continue slowly. We have a whole winter to change their perceptions and a few years to consolidate them, so there is no need to rush."

Wu Yi nodded and said with a smile: "I am still very young, so I am not in a hurry. But it is my uncle who is a little impatient."

Watching Wang Wu looking over here from time to time in the distance, Wang Zheng could only smile bitterly. This guy is twenty years old and has not yet married. He just thinks about making achievements every day.

In this era, twenty years old is considered an older youth. After all, this is an era where thirty years old is considered an old man.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

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“It’s a bamboo raft.”

Wang Zheng smiled and said leisurely, "I'm waiting for the snow to get deeper."

Xiao Yuehua rolled her eyes and said, "Then Daddy, find a way to get rid of the fat from the pork so that I can eat pork."

Wang Wu was surprised, "What's the use of this?"

"Wu Yi, your uncle is a little unlearned, let him go and study with the students, the rest is easy, but you must write ten large characters every day."

"We have everything we need now. What opportunity are you waiting for?" Wang Wu looked unconvinced.

"Brother just can't stand the smell of mutton. Daddy will find a way to get rid of the smell of mutton someday, and then your brother will be able to eat mutton."

Xiao Yuehua prefers sweet food, while Xiao Pingan likes salty food.

A pork leg chopped into small pieces and cooked with a few carrots, then steamed with a pound of rice, is lunch for Wang Zheng's family.

Wang Zheng was so angry with Wang Wu that he had to go home to see his two children. Every time he saw the two little ones, he would calm down quickly.

Xiao Yuehua mashed the lean meat and mixed it into the rice. She asked Wang Zheng, "But brother doesn't like to eat mutton either. Isn't he also picky about food?"

Wang Zheng walked over and said unhappily, "Everyone else is keeping their cool, but you come here every day to ask several times. I told you that the time is not right yet, so why are you always so anxious?"

Seeing Wang Ying come in, Xiao Yuehua deliberately took a piece and took a small bite. Not only did she smack her lips hard, she also shook the rest in her hand to show off to Wang Ying.

Wang Zheng quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, Daddy will make it for you again later, and make more for Xiao Yuehua."

Wang Zheng clenched and loosened his hands around the bamboo stick, and then clenched and loosened them again. A mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat and he almost choked to death.

If you want to remove the fat from pork, you have to directly refine it into fat residue.

"Is this why you have people collecting dogs and sending people to help train dog slaves?"

"Why did you deliberately look at me like that?"

"But a dog like this can't carry many people, right?"

Wu Yi suppressed his laughter, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I think Master Uncle may not be willing."

"This way, the Tibetans will have no choice but to hide in their wintering grounds. Even if we send people to capture them, they will have nowhere to escape."

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes, and veins on his hands holding the bamboo stick began to bulge. After Wang Wu finished speaking, he immediately turned around and ran away.

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't want to, go back to Yuzhou, or go directly back to Chang'an."

Seeing her mother raised her chopsticks, Xiao Yuehua quickly said, "I'll just eat carrots."

"good."

Luo Xiaomei frowned and scolded, "If you don't eat it, you'll be hungry. How come the soft and sticky pig's feet become greasy in your mouth?"

Xiao Yuehua rolled her eyes and said with a flattering smile, "I just wanted to ask Auntie if you want to eat some. Daddy made something delicious for me."

Wang Zheng thought about it and nodded, "Okay, then Daddy will help Xiao Yuehua get rid of the pork fat."

Xiao Yuehua leaned against Wang Zheng holding a small bowl, occasionally putting a piece of food into her mouth, chewing it like a little mouse, and occasionally not forgetting to feed Wang Zheng a piece.

"good."

"Disciple obeys your command."

"That's more like it."

Wang Ying raised his eyebrows and said viciously: "Believe it or not, I will knock over your bowl to let you know the wickedness of human nature."

Wang Ying nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed a handful from Xiao Yuehua's bowl. Xiao Yuehua looked at the lonely piece left in the bowl, pursed her lips and was about to cry.

Xiao Ping'an likes pork very much, but Xiao Yuehua pouted and said, "The fat ones are not tasty."

"You don't need to bring many people. As long as there are a few bamboo boats going over to form an ice path, the rest will be easy."

"Is it the kind of bamboo raft that is raised high by roasting the front with a torch?"

Wang Wu thought about it and said with disdain: "Tsk, smart people are troublesome when they think too much. We have so many people and our weapons are so powerful. If we just push forward, the Tibetans will not be able to resist. Why bother to think so much? Don't you think it's a headache?"

Xiao Yuehua nodded, still looking a little sad.

Cut the pork belly into slightly thicker slices, roll it in a high-temperature oil pan, and then sprinkle it with fine salt to make a delicious dish. If you like sweet food, you can also sprinkle a little icing sugar on it.

Wang Zheng picked up a piece of soft pork knuckle meat, picked out some lean meat from it, put it into Xiao Yuehua's bowl, and said with a smile: "You have to eat a little bit of everything so that you can grow up quickly. Being picky about food is not a good thing."

Xiao Yuehua thought for a moment and said, "My aunt also used the sugar lotus to irritate me yesterday."

Wang Zheng looked at Wang Ying with a questioning look, and Wang Ying explained: "Hey, I was just teasing her, but didn't I give it to her later?"

Wang Zheng shook his head. "You are not doing this right. Make them laugh, not cry. Children are very serious. Think about how you would feel if the same thing happened to you."

Wang Ying was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be more careful next time. This lard residue tastes pretty good. Yuzhou pork has never been sold at a high price. Can we get a large amount of this stuff?"

Wang Zheng said nonchalantly: "You decide. If you think it's profitable, just do it."