Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

While Jiang Tuan and Jiang Qi were talking, the soaked beans had all been ground into pulp. Jiang Tuan asked the eunuchs to filter it several times with linen cloth.

Filter out the residue in the soy milk and put the soy milk into a ceramic pot to cook.

When the big clay pot was put on the fire, Jiang Tuan couldn't help but take another look at it, because there was a small episode about the pot.

At first, the eunuchs brought over some bronze pots instead of pottery pots. No, to be more precise, they were bronze utensils similar to pots.

Sorry, he doesn't know the specific name of each bronze ware.

Captain Jiang had only seen bronze utensils in museums throughout his life, and had never imagined that one day he would use this so-called antique as a pot.

After looking at it curiously for a long time, he decisively asked the eunuchs to move away.

He had heard that in ancient times, people would add mercury, lead and other substances when making bronze ware. These substances are poisonous, and using tools containing these substances for a long time would probably be a death sentence.

After having the items moved away, Jiang Tuan belatedly realized that the bowls and spoons he had been using for eating over the past two days also seemed to be bronze artifacts.

In his impression, bronze utensils were all large, heavy and solemn. He never thought that the tableware he used for eating was also of the same type.

Thinking of this, he made a decisive decision that he would never use bronze utensils again. He was afraid that he would be poisoned to death before he returned home.

Realizing the problem with bronze ware, Jiang Tuan suddenly found that ancient times were a bit dangerous!

He did not fall directly among the people, and although he avoided various ways of death such as starvation and burning, it did not mean that he was safe.

Things like bitter salt and rusty bronze are poisonous.

Not to mention serious illnesses, even a cold or fever, which was not considered a serious illness, could take his life because there is no effective treatment.

Knowing the danger, Jiang Tuan's demand for energy became even stronger. The system said that there were medicines in its space, which could at least ensure that he would not die of illness in this ancient world!

For the sake of energy, Jiang Tuan became more and more concerned about what he was doing now.

He watched the soy milk in the ceramic pot boil, asked someone to take out some and put it aside, and took the gypsum to prepare to make tofu with the remaining soy milk.

He hesitated before making it, mainly because he had only seen others do it, but he had never done it himself! If it was not done well, the pot of soy milk would be wasted.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Jiang Qi saw Jiang Tuan frowning at the water in the jar and thought something went wrong.

"No, I've seen others do it before, but I've never done it myself, and I'm afraid I'll do it wrong."

"What's the big deal? If it goes wrong, just do it again. Don't worry."

Comforted by Jiang Qi, Jiang Tuan thought that it was true. It was just making tofu. If he failed once, he could try again. If he failed twice, he could try again three times. He would eventually succeed.

If he is hesitant even when doing such a small thing, will he be even more afraid to do it if the system gives him knowledge of hot weapons in the future?

Thinking of this, Jiang Tuan no longer hesitated and poured the gypsum water according to the approximate proportion given by the system.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it according to the exact number of grams, but there is no such accurate weighing tool, so he can only make an approximate estimate.

He poured the brine in little by little as if he was doing some major experiment, watching the soy milk slowly form lumps.

It was almost done. He asked people to put in the prepared molds and put some of the soy milk that had solidified into blocks. Oh, no, now it can be called tofu pudding.

Pour the tofu pudding in, wrap it with linen, and place something heavy on top to compact it.

In this way, the tofu making process is completed. Whether it is done well and how it tastes will be revealed in a while.

While waiting for the tofu to be formed, Jiang Tuan was not idle. He asked someone to bring ceramic bowls and poured the reserved soy milk into small ceramic bowls so that everyone could taste it.

In Daxia, beans were not a very precious food. Due to limited cooking methods, the people of Daxia only knew how to cook beans and make them into bean rice.

Bean rice tastes very bad, so the nobles would eat wheat noodles and rice, but rarely eat bean rice.

Some nobles who were conscious of their noble status even believed that beans were eaten by lower class people and livestock, and they would never eat them.

Now, in the most magnificent and noble palace of Daxia, a group of the most powerful people were given a ceramic bowl of bean products each. If this were to be made public, many people would probably think it was a joke.

Jiang Qi and his ministers looked at the soy milk in their hands and did not drink it. Whether they were afraid that it would taste bad or that it would be harmful to the human body was a matter of opinion.

Jiang Tuan didn't notice those people's concerns. He had been busy for most of the day and was already thirsty, so he took a bowl and started drinking.

He took a bite, hmm, it had a strong bean flavor, but he still preferred sweet ones.

"Ning Ling, do you have any candy?"

"The sugar you are talking about, sir, is it maltose?"

In the Great Xia Dynasty, people had only three sources of sweetness. The first was honey, the second was fruit, and the third was what Ning Ling called maltose.

There was no artificial breeding in the Great Xia Dynasty, so all the honey was natural and scarce, and only a few people could eat it.

As for fruits, in ancient times when there was no improvement in varieties, fruits themselves did not taste as sweet as they do today. In addition, due to inconvenient transportation, not many people could eat sweet fruits.

As a result, maltose became the most important source of sweetness for the people of Daxia.

However, maltose is made from grain, and ordinary people cannot even get enough to eat, let alone make sugar from grain.

Therefore, those who can often eat maltose are all from families with relatively better conditions.

Of course Jiang Tuan didn’t know any of the above, so he continued to ask questions about his doubts.

"It's not maltose, it's the white sugar that looks like salt, isn't it?"

"No, sir."

Ning Ling's answer let Jiang Tuan know that something was missing from the Great Xia Dynasty.

He felt that his life was so difficult. Not to mention helping Da Xia become stronger, even having a proper meal seemed a difficult task now.

"Mr. Jiang, if there is no sugar, can't we use honey?"

Just when Jiang Tuan was lamenting the difficulties of his life, a clear voice rang out.

Jiang Tuan heard the voice and looked over. Standing behind Jiang Qi was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The young man was tall, handsome, had clear eyes, was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and looked like a young master from a wealthy family.

He looked at the young man, then at Jiang Qi, and found that the two looked very similar: "Is this the prince?"

"Yes, he is my eldest son and the crown prince of Daxia, Jiang Huai."

After Jiang Qi finished the introduction, Jiang Huai stepped forward and saluted Jiang Tuan: "Huai, meet Mr. Jiang."

The prince of a country is greeting me, and he doesn't look particularly old. What should I do? Should I give him a gift?