This pot of mung bean soup must have been filled with a lot of sugar, and you can still scoop out mung beans with each spoonful, which shows that quite a lot of mung beans were added.
However, Nanqun was not concerned about the sugar issue.
Nan Qun: "Girl, why is this water even colder than the river water?"
“Hey,” Li Tian took a sip, “It really is true, there’s still water clinging to the rim of the bowl when you hold it.”
Nanzhi could only say, "I chilled the mung bean soup."
ice!
Where does the ice come from this season?
"Girl, how did you make this ice?" someone asked curiously.
“Of course, it’s our master’s secret recipe, and it’s not passed on to outsiders,” Wu Nanshuang quickly replied.
"Hey, look at this girl, she's even protecting her master now."
The men laughed loudly.
The fields presented a serene and peaceful scene, and Nanzhi couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful."
Wu Nanshuang asked in confusion, "Master, what is so good?"
Nan Zhi: "Of course, our Nan Shuang is so kind, she knows how to help her master out of a predicament."
Wu Nanshuang blushed slightly. In all her life, apart from her parents, no one had ever praised her.
Only her master kept praising her.
"Don't worry, Master, Nan Shuang will protect you from now on."
Nanzhi frowned. "No."
"Ah," Wu Nanshuang frowned, "Why?"
Nanzhi tapped her forehead. "You've taken Song Hanyan's job. What will he do? Besides, girls need to be protected. Someone will protect you in the future."
"Master, you're teasing me again."
Nanzhi looked at her. Over the past few days, Wu Nanshuang's personality had changed a lot, and she was no longer as sullen as before.
Everything is moving in a positive direction.
The two tidied up and carried the bowls and jars back home.
In the courtyard, Zhou Chang and Song Hanyan were looking at something in the kitchen.
Nanzhi came back and joined them, "What are you looking at?"
Upon hearing the voice, the two men turned their attention to her.
"W-what's wrong?"
Feeling uneasy under their strange gazes, Nan Zhi thought to herself that she hadn't gone out or been injured in the past two days, so why was Song Hanyan looking at her like that?
Zhou Chang broke the eerie silence, "Nan girl, tell me, where did you get the ice in the basin?"
Nan Zhi: "I made it myself."
Zhou Chang's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "You did it yourself?!"
"hold head high."
"How did you make it? What did you use to make it? Tell me quickly!" Zhou Chang was extremely excited.
Song Hanyan shook his head helplessly and said, "Master, don't scare her."
He pulled the person behind him, like a protective chick.
"What are you doing? I was just asking how the girl did it. What are you doing? Do you think I'm going to eat her?" Zhou Chang's curiosity turned into anger. "Are you even my disciple? Why are you siding with outsiders? Think back to the old days, who taught you kung fu and poetry?"
With nothing else to do, Song Hanyan pulled Nanzhi to the kitchen.
"Where are you going? I haven't finished talking yet!"
With both of them gone, Zhou Chang could only swallow his anger.
They followed reluctantly.
In the kitchen, Nan Zhi had already cut off most of the ice blocks she had made, and the remaining half was soaking in ice water.
During the hot summer, Nanzhi wanted to drink chilled mung bean soup to cool down, so she bought saltpeter in the system and made ice cubes herself.
Thinking back to the shocked looks on the faces of the group of people in the field, and Song Hanyan's behavior, Nanzhi suddenly remembered something.
“Song Hanyan,” Nanzhi looked at him, “how does Da Yang make ice?”
Song Hanyan was about to speak when Wu Nanshuang spoke up, "Master, only wealthy families can afford ice."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a cold glare coming her way, and Wu Nanshuang wisely shut her mouth.
My goodness, my husband's eyes are terrifying.
Song Hanyan continued, "Ice is usually stored in ice cellars, and it is taken from the river in winter and used in summer."
"I see." Nanzhi understood now; it meant that no one knew how to make ice.
He extracts ice from naturally formed ice during winter, then seals it in ice cellars for slow use. No one else has yet been able to make ice in this way.
No wonder these people looked at her with shock when they found out what kind of ice she used.
They assumed she was rich, which was why she could afford to build an ice cellar.
Unfortunately, she was just an ordinary person.
Song Hanyan: "Zhizhi, did you make all these ice blocks yourself?"
She wanted to tell Song Hanyan the truth, but there were other people around her.
Nanzhi nodded, "I discovered saltpeter by chance. When you put saltpeter in water, it melts and absorbs heat, naturally turning into ice."
She paused, then added, "But saltpeter is poisonous."
Song Hanyan asked in confusion, "What is saltpeter?"
Nanzhi took out a piece of saltpeter that she had bought from the system earlier. "It looks like this."
Song Hanyan took it and examined it carefully, then suddenly thought of something.
Nanzhi looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Wu Nanshuang realized something, "Master, I'll go get some mung bean soup for Mr. Zhou."
She went out and closed the door.
Song Hanyan then asked, "Does Zhizhi remember the mountain we passed by before?"
Nanzhi nodded, of course she remembered, that mountain was full of strange rocks and hardly any grass grew there.
She suddenly realized something, "You mean..."
The two of them knew exactly what the other was about to say.
There are large quantities of nitrate deposits on the mountain.
Saltpeter can be used not only to make ice, but also to make gunpowder.
Thinking of something, Nan Zhi felt incredibly excited.
However, the invention of gunpowder would inevitably lead to war.
Moreover, such a large saltpeter mine is not needed for making ice.
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