Chapter 33: Zhuo Ji seizes the meat

Chapter 33 Zhuo Ji seizes the meat
When the sky was getting dark, Changping was leaving.
Huo went sick and left Yunlang's small yard and looked back at Yunlang with his hand on the door frame: "I want to be my friend and watch for three years."
Yun Lang didn't get up and gave away, and picked up a cup of tea ceremony: "Tomorrow braised meat is about to be ready, if you like it, try again."
Huo went sick and smiled and walked quickly.
The smile on Yun Lang's face gradually disappeared, and he sighed and said to himself: "Always bully the good people in history, is this okay?
Now I have two conditions to buy the tomb ...... Why is my heart still so unhappy? "
People came back happily, a wrinkled old face like the skin on the belly of an old dog with hair removal.
A large handful of silver hairpins were stuffed into Yunlang's hands, and then squeezed their eyes towards the greedy girls.
Looking at the majesty of the girls, Yun Lang finally knew the secret of this old thief every night.
Han women are very practical. They are not obsessed with consumables such as love. They can use young flesh for money they can rely on in the future. They don't care who they are sleeping with.
The chubby maid was ashamed of herself, and the most beautiful girl in the yard came from the front.
Just when she wanted Yun Lang not to give all the hairpins to those beautiful girls, and to leave her a little more, she found Yun Lang to beckon her.
There are seven or eight hairpins, Yun Lang's brain patted in the hands of the fat girl: "It's yours."
Then smiled at the girls around her: "Nothing!"
Yun Lang without the silver hairpin soon became unattractive, and the women's reality was amazing.
Had just smiled one after another, and in a flash, Yun Lang left behind her beautiful backs.
The fat girl was holding a hairpin, and she kept dripping sweat on her face. Oh, daah, she wanted to laugh, and tried her best to close her mouth. Yun Lang estimated that this was the most glorious life of this poor fat maid. An experience.
"Do you like fat girls?"
"Just don't hate it."
"She has gone to bed?"
"No, I'm still a kid."
"The eldest son Wen Yue was born when he was 13 years old, and he was already the father of three children when he was 15 years old."
"Your old talents are different, and ordinary people can hardly match it."
"Youth Lang, people are like grass and trees, spring and summer blooming, autumn and winter hiding, the love of boys and girls when they are young is a matter of course, which is conducive to human reproduction.
After thirty, the body is like a tree in autumn, with fallen leaves to survive. After fifty years old, you can splurge and enjoy the only Yu Huan.
You do n’t know how to enjoy yourself. Do you have to wait until you are old to regret it? "
Facing the temptation of the old man Pingseo, Yun Lang shook his head firmly: "This is the law of your Yin and Yang family. Please forgive the boy for not obeying it. You can enjoy the joy of fish and water. Would n’t it be good? "
"Unfortunately a good skin bag!"
Seeing Yun Lang didn't agree with him, he shook his head regretfully and walked into his house.
Zhuo's book "The Iron Building Method" left Yun Lang very disappointed.
Before, he was very interested in the construction of ancient law. He always felt that the ancients could push the Chinese civilization to the highest peak in the world under the most rudimentary conditions.
After reading Zhuo's housekeeping skills, he felt that a craftsman like Zhuo was basically useless for Chinese civilization.
Because their family is still using things from the time of Ou Yezi, and they still ca n’t let out the broken and protected water, fearing that others will take them away and ruin their business.
Yun Lang quickly read a dozen pounds of bamboo slips, sighed and said to the Zhuo family servants who were in charge of collecting books: "That's all?"
The house servant proudly said: "Which of the world's iron construction methods can be stronger than my family!"
"Then it's over, so I have been arrogant for five hundred years, and the bamboo slips are about to be rotted by insects. You still don't have any progress!
Take away the book ... "
The domestic servant glanced at Yun Lang contemptuously, which made Yun Lang very unclear. Looking at the servant's eyes, he discovered that the fat maid had been lying on his bed, and he suddenly opened his eyes to him and returned his mother's water of……
The domestic servant gave Yun Lang an ambiguous look, and he walked away with a dozen kilograms of bamboo slips, and walked to the door and took the door with a smile.
Zhuo Wang Sun's family does not produce anything good.
Whether it is a person or an object.
The fat lady was obviously hiding naked under the blanket, as can be seen from the rolling hills.
Actually, where are the ugly girls in the seventeen or eighty years old? It's just not comparable.
Speaking of that, Yun Lang prefers some rich women, but it is definitely not such a fat girl.
At this time, the fat girl was pushed away from the bed, and Yun Lang could not do such a thing anyway.
So, he patted the fat girl's face and said, "Sleep well, I still have things."
Finished ignoring the girl's disappointed look and closed the door and went out.
Stood flat in front of the window, his brow furrowed, and the development of things was beyond his expectation.
Originally thought that Yun Lang would drive out the fat girl, but Yun Lang didn't expect it.
Zhuo's library is in the front yard. Yunlang obviously went to the library.
"It's actually a love ..."
At dawn, Yun Lang's hand turned off the oil lamp, sorted the bundles of bamboo slips scattered on the table, and also made a special classification.
"Building French" is a very wide-ranging knowledge, it includes, iron smelting department, pottery department, masonry, carpentry, lacquer ware, Fujima, building a house, building bridges, building roads ... it can be called an integrated work department Standardize classics.
Last night I saw only the upper part, which is what they call the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
As for the lower part, it should include advanced knowledge about the manufacture of ordnance and the strategy of farmland and water conservancy.
Asked the servants who yawned to heaven, Yun Lang was not qualified to read those books.
After Yun Lang decided to sleep, he asked the host Zhuo Ji to read those books.
Many times, Yunlang ’s own knowledge is not available, mainly because the industrial development here has not yet reached that point, and the required tools and hardware environment are not available.
If you want to be a learned person in Dahan, you must use the existing craftsmen and tools to step directly from the early feudal society to the post-modern industrial process. This is impossible.
Without electricity, even the most powerful tool is not suitable for a shovel. Of course, the shovel is also very expensive.
Here iron is precious. In many places where there is no copper, people even use iron to make money.
The iron used to build a shovel is enough to build two spears, or ten iron arrows.
As for the iron pan proposed by Yunlang before, the reason why it will be accepted by craftsmen is simply because the iron material is much cheaper than bronze and much more durable than the crock.
In this world, the only thing that can satisfy Yun Lang is millet porridge.
A bowl of golden yellow millet porridge will make the whole person become energetic. If two more quick-sand eggs come, it would be wonderful.
Zhuo is very stingy, only serving millet porridge and salted vegetables, but not eggs. Yunlang eats the eggs he bought from the bazaar, which is enough for both of them.
It's very strange. The fat girl had seen her eggs die before. Today, Yunlang eats the frosting of Liusha's mouth, but she refuses to eat the boiled eggs in front of her.
"Why don't you eat? Sick?" Yun Lang couldn't stand people staring at his food, and stopped chopsticks and asked.
"You despise maid."
"Nonsense, it is necessary to dislike you, who calls you maid."
"You think your maid is fat!"
"This is nonsense. The benefits of being fat can't be overstated. In the face of famine, fat people can live at least two months longer than thin people. In these two months, maybe it's the difference between life and death.
Don't tell me you have never been hungry. "
The fat lady heard Yun Lang's hunger and didn't know what she remembered. She shuddered, grabbed the egg and slammed it carefully on the edge of the bowl, and tasted the deliciousness of the egg bit by bit.
Yun Lang pushed another boiled egg to the fat girl: "This one has also been eaten. Let's save a little more meat to cope with famine in the future."
The fat girl nodded again and again.
Looking at the entire iron workshop, who can eat with the objects he serves around the low table, only the fat girl is alone.
People think it is inappropriate to do so, it will make others look down on Yunlang.
"Who would look down upon me?" Yun Lang looked at Pingshou with a smile.
"Those people!" Ping Shou's fingers pointed to those who were hiding under the eaves and pointing to Yunlang and the fat girl.
"Do you think I will care about their views?"
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"It seems to me that their likes and dislikes are worth only ten dollars. As long as I give them ten dollars each, they will boast me as the best person in the world, but is it useful for me?"
People said helplessly: "Even if they are not for them, you always have to consider the opinions of others?"
Yun Lang laughed and said: "Will you look down on me because I eat with my maid?"
Ping Man shook his head again and again.
"Those who know me don't blame me, and if they don't know me, what do I do with him?"
"Mavericks generally don't end well."
"It's such a happy life!"
"The combination of yin and yang is king!"
Yun Lang smiled and shook his head, but he no longer argued with Pingshou. He arched into the old man who always wanted to help him, and went straight into the room. After a while, he fell asleep sweetly.
Fat girl is a very conscientious person and Yunlang is most satisfied with her.
Yun Lang said that the braised meat should be simmered slowly, and the fat lady stood by the small stove, adding firewood for a while and fanning for a while. In short, let the iron pan on the small stove keep muttering and never stop.
When Zhuo Ji came in, the fat lady knelt on the ground, her eyes still did not leave the iron pan.
Zhuo Ji opened the iron pan, and a large flavour of meat spread out, and the fat girl was a little bit unhappy.
"What kind of meat is this?"
"If I go back to my master, it's black meat."
"Are you familiar with it?"
"Xiao Lang said he needs to simmer slowly for three hours, which is almost a minute away."
Zhuo Ji nodded and said to the servant behind him: "Lian Guo went to my room."
The servant promised, and immediately started to use it, closed the lid, and quickly disappeared with the handles on both sides.