Two or three things about returning to Xiangcheng

Carpenter recommended.Han Liang couldn't let people lose their profits, otherwise, there would be some objections to doing this kind of work with such a small salary. Although the wages were already a bit high, the high wages made people cut trees.

Han Liang has seen the twists and turns here, and he couldn't be more clear, knowing that he must not be more serious, otherwise he will definitely suffer first.He can't afford to waste time now, and he still thinks that the restaurant will open before the Spring Festival this year.

The blueprint drawn by the carpenter was given to the designated blacksmith shop, and after paying the deposit, Han Liang led Dawa to the kiln factory in the south of the city.

So, Dawa understood that he was asked to carry the big jars. As expected, this free labor was really easy to use.

"Want to buy a wine jar?" Dawa showed his mind at the right time.

"Well, there's also a jar for pickles!" Although it's best to use old jars for pickles, it's a pity that Han Liang wants to make his own pickles, and using someone else's jars for pickling vegetables is somewhat unauthentic and will taint the flavor.

Picking jars is a technical job, which is the same as appreciating porcelain. A good jar must have no cracks. Only without cracks can it withstand the cold winter and summer heat without bursting.It took a long time for Han Liang to choose, and he loaded three carts, large and small.

The kiln factory has special rules for door-to-door delivery, so Dawow, this is a wrong guess, and it’s not that they came out to work.

It was almost noon, and he was dragged to the entrance of the vegetable market again, where he bought shoes and ingredients and went back to make lunch for the artisans.

"Uh, what's the use of me coming out?" Dawa sighed, "It's better to stay in the yard and watch the craftsmen, lest they cut corners!"

So, Han Liang gave Da Wa a supercilious look without hesitation. "It's like an elm head. If you turn a little corner, you will die. I don't know how you survived in the bloody arena!"

Yizhang Piaohong was said to be stupid again, and he couldn't help but wonder how he survived for seven or eight years.

【Drinks and drinks open】

Han Liang then began to teach Yizhang Piaohong the ways of the world, in short, to give the craftsmen enough trust.

If they are not greedy for cheap things, then they will do it very easily under such circumstances, and the things they make are all carrying their emotions, just like he makes food, with emotions poured into it, it tastes natural no the same.

Those craftsmen like to be greedy for cheap things, so give them enough time to be greedy.Only when you are greedy can you do a good job in the remaining time. Otherwise, when you are working on a way to survive, you will always think about how to be greedy, and you will definitely not be able to do well.

Of course, if the craftsmen in Huixiang City were not so rare, it would not be possible to compromise with them.

"Oh, do you think it's possible for this situation to get better?" Yizhang Piaohong listened to Han Liang's words revealing extreme helplessness, so she asked unconsciously.

"It's about getting better. The imperial court has built the Dengyun Tower, advocating all kinds of arts and miscellaneous learning. If the guess is correct, such a school must be built, and then there will be no need to worry about all kinds of craftsmen. Once If there are more craftsmen, then there will be comparisons between them, and those who are greedy for petty gains will disappear after a few rounds of competition."

"It's true. But it's not something we can control. If you say this, the emperor is indeed a Mingjun!"

"Yeah, it's Mingjun! I went to Huixianglou to eat a few days ago, and just like the rumors, the real power is the person behind the scenes, definitely Mr. Wuyan. In this way, the emperor and Wuyan But the young master is also a man who washes his masculinity."

"Huh? The two are husbands..."

"Let's talk about husband and wife. The relationship seems to be very good. And from my point of view, the emperor is a vigorous man and a martial arts practitioner. He must be able to live for many years. After all, we can live for decades It’s a stable life, and it’s getting better and better.”

"Ha, that's right." What Yizhang Piaohong thought in his heart was that the emperor must be a person with a very deep city, and he must be the richest of the enemy country who is plotting with Wuyan business like this, and he is waiting to be firmly established. Maybe there will be some drama about the heroes of the cold evil, but it is not suitable to say it at this time.

The two chatted all the way, and soon returned home and started packing lunch for the craftsmen.

There is no meat. The first time the craftsmen saw the food, they were a little bit embarrassed. According to the tradition, there should be meat for lunch. The reason why they eat at the owner's house when they come out to work is to improve the materials that are still the same as at home. Why bother, let's go Going home to eat can also take the opportunity to be lazy.

But in such a situation, based on the habit of being reserved and unable to say it clearly, he planned to make a hard-to-swallow expression when eating, and then implied that the high-speed owner should cook meat.

In fact, they didn't bother with subtlety.Because once you put it in your mouth, the taste is beyond description, how can it be described in a good way.Like wind and clouds, the dishes on the two tables were eaten up by more than a dozen artisans.

Most importantly, the two large buckets of rice were also eaten up.The world is so delicious, it must be more delicious than the food in the legendary big restaurant.They didn't have the money to go to a big restaurant to eat, but now it's not in vain.

Seeing that everything was eaten and there was no leftovers, Han Liang felt very accomplished.It's a pity that there is nothing left, and he left some food before serving, but it's a pity that he didn't leave a bite beforehand.So, after tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, he apologized and invited his big wow out to eat.

"Let's go, let's go out to eat. The noodles cooked by Uncle Zhang three streets away are also excellent. Unfortunately, it is northern food. I haven't succeeded in stealing it so far. You have traveled thousands of miles to come here. You can use dim sum to see him today. What's the trick to making noodles!"

"Uh, you stole all your abilities?" The corner of Dawa's mouth twitched, how could this person speak truthfully of what he said.

"That's also learned by stealing. Besides, I'm aboveboard, so I can't count it as stealing!" Han Liang naturally knew what Dawa was slandering, but being so aboveboard really didn't count as stealing, it was more like robbery.

Uncle Zhang's noodle stall, after lunch, the business has cooled down a bit.Because it is sold cheaply, but it is exquisite and delicious, there are quite a lot of customers every day.The old man did indeed move here from the north, and he finally settled down in Huixiang City in the past few years, but he didn't do big business, after all, he was afraid of offending the local gentry.

"Uncle Zhang, one big and one small!" Han Liang was also a frequent visitor, and because he failed to steal the teacher, he came here to eat when he was almost off duty.

Zhang Bo's noodles only come in different bowls, regardless of meat and vegetables, because there is only one kind of soup.Therefore, there is no comparison between the guests who come here, only the appetite is different.

"Well, can't it be because of the soup?" Yizhang Piaohong has indeed been to the north for some years, and this kind of food usually has a different taste because of the soup at home.

"No, I asked the old man for the soup once. I can make it myself, but the noodles I made still don't taste right. So it's the secret of the noodles. Take a good look!"

Even if you mutter it, you have to be careful not to be overheard. After all, it doesn't sound so good to steal a teacher.

Of course, Dawa was very attentive, watching the old man's every move sideways, and of course he had to talk to Xiaowa.It wasn't until the noodles were on the table that Dawa withdrew his thoughtful gaze.

"Wow, try it quickly, Uncle Zhang's noodles are delicious!" Xiaowa pretended to bring relatives from other places to try something new.

Dawa held back his smile, "Well, it smells delicious." Immediately, he picked up a big chopstick and started to gobble it up, thinking in his heart that it was really delicious, and the taste was indeed a little different from what Xiaowa made, completely different. It's a style, no wonder I can't learn it.

So Yizhang Piaohong reckoned that the same principle applies to cooking and martial arts.Some kung fu seems simple, and some people are very smart, but these smart people just can't learn this simple kung fu.The reason is simply because the number of paths is different.

Feminine people can't practice well at Shaolin Temple's most basic introductory boxing. This is the reason!

So the whole afternoon, Han Liang nestled in the kitchen.

As soon as I got home, I scooped out the flour and asked the old man Dawa what his secret was.

"Well, let's do it first, let me see what's different between you and Uncle Zhang!" Yizhang Piaohong used the master's kung fu tricks here.

Han Liang thought so too, after all, Dawa had never cooked before, so he didn't know the specific tricks of cooking.If this person could find out the difference between him and Zhang Bo's cooking if he observed carefully, at this moment Da Hanliang felt that this person was not very stupid, on the contrary, he had such a shred of sensitive intelligence.

It started happily, because I have already eaten lunch, although Dawa may not be full, but I have eaten.So made a very small bowl and started experimenting.

It was ready quickly, and after one bite, it tasted very good, but it was indeed not as fragrant as the one made by Mr. Zhang.

Dawa's expression was immediately revealed, so Han Liang sighed for a while, but his eyes were full of expectations, hoping that Dawa could point out the reason.

"Well, could it be because of the water?" Yizhang Piaohong searched for the reason with an attitude of a layman, because the procedure he used to observe Xiaowa just now was not at all different from that of the old man Zhang.

"No, I've thought about what you said before. I followed Uncle Guo, and his water is also ordinary well water. I was thinking that maybe the well water on his side was different from the one at my house, and I specially selected it. Unfortunately, the water in the well is still the same in the end.”

"Well, that's strange. It should have the same taste..." Dawa was a little puzzled.

"Tell me first what is the difference between what I made and what the old man made?"

"I have to say it!" Dawa took another bite, basically finished the bowl, and then said it after thinking about it: "The chewiness is different, and I feel that Zhang's cooking is more powerful. It's like our martial arts practice.