Datang First Chef

Mo Wenyuan didn't go to Xingshan Temple every day. The Jingshan Square where he was located was close to the Daming Palace, which was far from the Chongde Square close to the West Market. He walked on two legs, and the time spent on the road every day alone For more than an hour, he was less than five years old, needed adequate rest, would not abuse himself, and was on his way every day.

Monk Huiyuan and Li Sanniang agreed that they would send someone to pick up the steamed buns once every three days. At that time, there would be donkey baskets to carry the steamed buns for transportation. Mo Wenyuan would sit on the back of a donkey and go to Daxingshan Temple together, and send out steamed buns before the square gate closed at night. people sent him back.

Both mother and son were very satisfied with this arrangement, and Li Sanniang also made a small water jug ​​for Mo Wenyuan.

Her sewing skills are no better than cooking skills, it is very ordinary, unless it is small clothes that she wears next to her body, she is not at ease to do it herself, and the rest are directly packaged for women who are good at sewing, and the small satchel is made under the guidance of Mo Wenyuan It's finished, it looks like a newsboy bag, the appearance is not very good-looking, but the stitches are fine and strong, and it can be hung on the body to free your hands and hold a lot of things.

No matter what, the mage held the newsboy bag in his arms and exclaimed: "It's a good bag, a good bag, I will make one another day." He thought that the bag was made by Li Sanniang, and praised: "Unexpectedly, Sanniang not only never cares about food The same is true for needlework from old chapters."

Mo Wenyuan didn't want to steal the limelight, he said: "Let Auntie draw a picture in two days, and bring it back to the master." After speaking, he grinned, his teeth leaking.

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The books in the Sutra Pavilion are not allowed to be taken out of the monastery. Mo Wenyuan always went to pick out the books early in the morning, and then brought them out to read. The monastery does not prohibit borrowers from copying books, so San Niang specially bought paper for him, and then according to Mo Wenyuan’s Yuan's request was made into a book and bound with thread, and he was asked to write and copy notes in the thread-bound book.

His handwriting is not very good, it can only be said that his strokes are neat and neat, which is far worse than that of monks who copy books.

Mo Wenyuan knew the rules very well. Before entering the Zangshu Pavilion, he washed his hands and dried them. When he passed by the first floor, he paid homage to the enshrined Buddhas. Destined to be so polite before the prime minister's age, he doesn't look like a child of ordinary people at all.

The young gentleman and young lady of the gentry are not so well-behaved at his age.

Confucian classics, historical books, agricultural books, medical books, miscellaneous notes...the books of the Tang Dynasty did not have the hobby of printing names on the cover, and their binding form was not the modern thread-bound or glue-like books, and there was no spine to speak of.At present, there are still nearly 200 years before the popularization of engraving and printing. The only form of circulation of books is copying. Therefore, there are scrolls on the shelves of the Tibetan scriptures. Only when the scrolls are opened can the text in them be seen.

The monk in charge of the scrolls in the Sutra Pavilion introduced the types of books to Mo Wenyuan, and finally he took a volume from Miscellaneous Notes and took it to the brightly lit study room to read.

In addition to being a temple, Daxingshan Temple is also the largest translation venue in Chang'an, gathering Zen masters from all over the world, Indian monks who translated Sanskrit scriptures, and Japanese monks who came to study, all walking here.

With the name of the translation field, Xingshan Temple cannot be like other small temples. In addition to doing morning classes, the monks sit in meditation and go out to perform rituals. Most of them have to learn.

In addition to the main hall and the squatter hut where the monks rest, there is also a study room in the temple. The system is similar to the study room in the academy. Mo Wenyuan is arranged to read in a remote small study room. Compared with other rooms, there are the fewest people here. Children are not afraid of disturbing too many people when they are bored.

There were several monks beside his seat, some were old and some were young, and they were surprised to see a child come in and read a book decently. Looking at him from the corner of the eye, Mo Wenyuan was as immobile as a mountain, with a pair of tricks stuck to the scroll.

It’s amazing to say that he picked it up and got the alchemy notes of Taoism. Mo Wenyuan looked at it and complained. Doesn’t Buddhism also practice the routine of "knowing yourself, knowing the enemy, and winning a hundred battles", despising the enemy strategically, and paying attention to the enemy tactically, wanting to jump over To rob believers in Taoism, it is necessary to understand what they are doing?

After thinking wildly for a while, he was almost amused by himself. Fortunately, Mo Wenyuan still remembered that he was in the study, and the surroundings were quiet, so he didn't let himself laugh out loud to disturb other people.

Looking at it, one of the descriptions attracted him.The text in the book describes the alchemy technique invented by Liu An, king of Huainan in the Han Dynasty. The description is affectionate and accompanied by pictures.

Mo Wenyuan didn't understand alchemy, and those pictures were like Zhuge Wuhou's Eight Arrays in his eyes, which made him dazzled and confused, but he was confused and confused, but he understood the true meaning of one of the pictures.

It is said that Liu An, the king of Huainan, paid a lot of money to recruit alchemists from the rivers and lakes in order to seek immortality. He and his most trusted Taoist sought immortality on Bagong Mountain and wrote books on alchemy. Gypsum, mercury water, etc. are intended to be refined into pills, and the result is a "white jade" that is as smooth and white as the skin of a [-]-year-old woman, named Shuru.

Soybean juice, gypsum...Mo Wenyuan was shocked, isn't what they developed is tofu? !

For a while, the names of various foods related to tofu came into his mind, and Mo Wenyuan wrote in his notebook: tofu, dried tofu, tofu skin, soy milk, fried tofu skin, vegetarian chicken...

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Vegetarian chicken is the best material for "vegetarian meat". It tastes more like meat than white jade mushroom, and it is easier to cook with various flavors; not to mention tofu, frozen tofu, fresh Tofu, and it's also delicious as a filling with fried tofu skins, and their bakery business is about to explode.

The most commendable thing is that, unlike various sauces and condiments that require chemical fermentation, Mo Wenyuan can make tofu!The tofu in their hotel is made by the chef himself, which is also a selling point when advertising, and the practice of Shuru is recorded in the miscellaneous notes. He remade tofu according to its content is definitely "famous for his master"!

A huge bean product kingdom has been established in his mind!

Be sure to let the delicious bean products sweep Chang'an!

The long-lost system task trigger prompt sound came from my ear:

[Task: Explore the source of tofu (1/1)]

[Reward points: 100]

Mo Wenyuan was shocked by the generosity of the system. The last time he made peach jam, he only gave 10 reward points. Now he only gave 100 points for discovering tofu. It can be seen that in the history of food in the flower-growing country, soy products occupy an important position. What a lofty position!

His thoughts wandered in the sea of ​​soy products, but he didn't realize that the eyes of the young mage beside him were glued to his notebook. He struggled for a long time and decided to call out and let his thoughts fly at the same table.

The young mage coughed and said, "Here, little benefactor?" He didn't know what to call Mo Wenyuan, he was only about the same age as the little novice in the temple, but he was dressed as a layman, and the books he read were hidden. Where can ordinary young novice monks come across the collection of books in Jingge?

Mo Wenyuan said: "Me?" He even pointed his nose.

The young monk said solemnly, "Yes."

In order not to affect others, their conversations were kept in a low voice. Mo Wenyuan felt like he was back in a modern library for no reason. Students dared not speak loudly for fear of disturbing others.

Mo Wenyuan squeezed out a sound from his throat: "Master, what's the matter?"

The young monk said: "The... book in the hands of the little benefactor, can you lend me a look?"

Mo Wenyuan let out a cry, and looked at his notebook. He just scribbled some words of tofu on it, thinking that the monk must not know what these names mean, so he showed him the notebook.

The young monk took it carefully, as if he was holding some unearthed treasure. He turned over the thin pages one by one, felt the touch of the thin paper flowing between his fingers, and cherished the sackcloth to make the cover.

Li Sanniang found a piece of unused hard linen to make the cover, and after a little trimming, threaded the linen and the pages together with a needle and thread. This is not a technical job, just like a newsboy bag. Mo Wenyuan made it after a few words .After last night, Li Sanniang couldn't help complaining, saying that the cover of the book was too thick, and she finally found a suitable thick needle to pierce the paper. At first, it even took Mo Xiaogou, who was all strong, to use brute force to go through it.

Facing the tired A Niang and Mo Xiaogou who smiled silly after helping him a lot, he can only act coquettishly and let the two enjoy the fun of being a mother and a brother.

As a modern person, Mo Wenyuan has become accustomed to flipping books, but in the Tang Dynasty, the binding method of thread-bound books had not yet appeared. Young monks played with it repeatedly in their hands, and finally said reluctantly: "This method is very good. Reading, but not so easy to copy."

Mo Wenyuan subconsciously said: "You don't need to copy, you can use woodblock printing." His meager historical knowledge told himself that woodblock printing appeared in the Tang Dynasty, and it seems that the first woodblock printing book was the Diamond Sutra.

The young monk asked puzzled, "What is that?"

Hearing the monk's words, he secretly thought it was bad, and thought to himself, has the engraving and printing technique not been invented yet?But since he was asked, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "The mage has seen the seal?"

The young Master Huikong nodded: "I have seen it before."

Mo Wenyuan said: "The printing technique I'm talking about is similar to the method of making a seal. First, pear wood and jujube wood are sliced ​​into wooden boards of similar size, and then the written paper is reversed on the wooden board, and the characters are carved with a knife according to the strokes of the characters. Cheng Yangwen." Pear wood and jujube wood are fine in texture, not suitable for damage, and cheap, so they are good materials for engraving.

"Afterwards, you only need to brush the wooden board with ink, and then print the wooden board on the paper to form a one-page book. Such a book can be printed hundreds or thousands of times and only need a pair of wooden boards. Isn't it much simpler and faster than copying? He said, "Also, the words printed on wood blocks can be bound together by thread binding."

If the board is relatively long, you can also use the folding book binding method.

Before he finished speaking, a Buddha's cry suddenly came from behind: "Amitabha, it's wonderful! It's wonderful!"

Mo Wenyuan was stunned. He turned around and found that his eloquent talk not only stunned the young monk, but also attracted other monks who were quietly copying books and doing translation work.

The way they look at themselves is not so much looking at the flowers and bones of the motherland in the future, it is better to say that they are looking at the stars of Wenqu who have descended from the earth, with dazzling lights shining in their eyes.

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

Accidentally, it seems that engraving and printing were invented in advance?

Mo Wenyuan clearly realized that he was not only standing on the shoulders of giants, he was clearly standing on the top of the Tower of Babel!