Chapter 133 Prologue

When Wang Kuang heard that he wanted to breed termites manually, Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin had long been shining, and hurried back to the mansion to ask his family to dig termites according to Wang Kuang's instructions. Wang Kuang only had a few small nests, and only had a thousand termites and a few eggs left in each nest, and kept the queen of the ants. In the early stage, he could mix soil and raise them in a pottery jar, and then move them to a fixed site after a certain scale. Therefore, Cheng Chumo and others had a good meal that night, and the method was different from noon. After tasting the sweetness, Cheng Chumo also had the idea of ​​termites. As long as such a delicacy was launched, it would be sold in any restaurant, and the food in Chang'an would be flocked to the whole Chang'an.

Of course, Cheng Chumo's thoughts were exactly what the king wanted. After discussing with Mr. Lin, he decided to let the members of the Jianlin Restaurant in accordance with the previous regulations, including four parts, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, Xu Guoxu, and one part, for Qin Huaiyu who went to Qizhao. Originally, Mr. Lin wanted to leave one part, but was stopped by Cheng Chumo. He knew the temper of Li Jing's family. If he wanted to ask them empty-handedly, and it was reasonable, they might help you, but if it was involved in silver, they would immediately leave, so they had to give up.

Wang Kuang felt a little unfairly treating Li Yesi. Without Li Yesi and his gang of soldiers along the way, Wang Kuang's journey to Chang'an might not be so smooth. Although this is their duty, after more than two months of getting along, he has already had a brotherly friendship. Fortunately, Cheng Chumo's words made Wang Kuang a little better. Cheng Chumo said: "With Li Shangshu's ability, as long as he speaks, His Majesty is willing to reward more. How could he ask for this little wealth? If Erlang is really interested, he might as well give Li Yesi the kids as you imitate the cards you gave Xiao Miaomiao, just give Li Yesi the boys."

Wang Kuang did not believe that there were saints in this world, but he believed that there were always some people whose sentiments were close to the level of saints. What they valued was not personal wealth, honor and disgrace, but rather their own cultivation and family and country. If you send yellow and white things to such people, not only Wang Kuang, but also others would think that this was an insult to them.

But things seem easy, but it is still a bit difficult to actually operate. First of all, the placement of the ant nest is not that simple. At the beginning, Wang Kuang put the termite nest into the clay pot and covered it with floating soil. The next day, he found that many nests of termites had moved and moved out of the clay pot. Fortunately, Wang Kuang had some preparations in advance and placed several nests of termites in a dug pit. The four sides and bottom of the pit were built with square bricks, and there was only a trace of gap between the bricks and bricks. I have to say that at this time

The bricks are of excellent quality and very fine texture. When knocking, they make a crisp sound of gold and stone. They are not like the bad bricks that break at one click in later generations. There is a small hole on the pit and covered with a large square brick. As for the gap, even if the gap is wider in some places, as long as the gap is much smaller than the queen of ant, there is no need to worry. The whole nest of termites is centered on the queen. As long as the queen cannot get through, the nest of termites will not be able to escape.

Those few nests of moving termites moved their homes outside the clay pot. When Wang Kuang went to see, many termites were busy carrying soil from the clay pot to cover the nest. Only one can of termites did not escape, and they remained honestly in the clay pot. Since this was the case, Wang Kuang simply removed all the clay pots and directly allowed the termites to nest in the pit. Wang Kuang carefully observed several nests of escaped termites. The sun was basically sunny. Although there was a layer of bricks, the temperature change in it was quite obvious. It seemed that the temperature sensitivity of the termites was not ordinary. With this discovery, Wang Kuang simply made a shed on several pits, which could prevent the sun and block the fish. He also dug shallow drainage ditches around the pond. Later, he thought that something was wrong, the rain would still seep into the pit from the soil, so he simply dug the drainage ditches deeper than the pit, which was much better.

The preliminary work has made Wang Kuang discover many shortcomings. First, moisture-proofing, and second, temperature. Moisture-proofing is not so easy. The ant nest needs to be dry, but it cannot be too dry. It must have a certain humidity and the inside of the ant nest must be ventilated. The most fatal thing is to prepare for how to prevent the male and female ants with wings flying around during the mating season of termites. The houses in Chang'an are mostly civil structures. If you fly a few of them out, you can cause great damage to the house. Finally, the little lady Lin gave another idea and asked someone to sew a large piece of crude gauze scarf to cover the entire termite area. Lin Quanmiao muttered: "It's said that girls are outgoing, it's true. Look at this gauze scarf, which is better than the outer robe worn by someone in Jian'an, just use it."

In short, there are always problems here and there that always pop up from time to time. Even Cheng Chumo, who often comes to see him, was shocked: "This termite is actually more charming than the little ladies in the yard."

Fortunately, it was just a preliminary breeding, and Wang Kuang made plans for failure. This year, it would not work. Next year, at most, Jianlin Restaurant would wait a year or two later to find the rules and master the breeding technology before raising the termite eggs, and then launching them. There are many ways to make money, so there is no need to hang them all here. It is strange that since Wang Kuang made the worst plan, I don’t know if I have figured out the rules or what, but those nests of termites have started to live in peace. If I haven’t seen them for a few days, the number will increase a lot.

Jian'an.

A businessman who spoke a lot of talkative words came to Fulai Inn. According to him, he bought tea from Taiyuan, which is also considered a distant relative of the emperor. But he doesn't know where the relative is going. Anyway, he doesn't believe it in his senior year: "Don't talk loudly. If you are really a relative of the emperor today, you'll probably not be able to rely on a single official or a half position. Today's sage is wise. But, you will give you monthly money at will. Why do you have to go to a remote small state like Jian'an to make a living?"

"Oh, there is a monthly money, but that little money is only enough to have enough food and clothing. But in life, we can't always rely on that little money to live, right? We always have to leave some family wealth for the younger generation. Now we can still get so close to the royal family, but further down, the descendants of our descendants may have gotten more relatives to the royal family. Now, we are wise, so we can't make things difficult for the emperor, right? We always find a way out."

Senior high school thumbs up: "No, you are good, the guest, you are not sitting and waiting for death. You are a bit bloody and you are a man."

"Shame, ashamed, I'm just a first-time tea industry. I didn't expect it to be late and the spring tea was gone. I've been in vain. I haven't gone far away, but I don't know that the spring in Jian'an ended more than a month earlier than Taiyuan. Alas!" Taiyuan merchants were very upset.

"Actually, you don't have to sell tea, guest. How does it taste like if you try this dish?" Senior high school pointed at a plate of fried fish fillets that had just been served.

The Taiyuan merchant took a closer look, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish fillet and sent it to his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then picked up another piece, and gave it to him in three bites. After eating a few pieces, he stopped the chopsticks: "It's delicious, it's really delicious. No wonder you Fulai Inn is famous far and wide. The most peculiar thing is the layer wrapped on it, which looks like kudzu powder, but it doesn't have a bit of numbness and astringency. Moreover, there is a spicy taste similar to dogwood, but it's much purer and more intense than dogwood. The most peculiar thing is your cooking method. I don't know how it was cooked, but there wasn't much soup. If you say that the soup was boiled, the fish fillet wouldn't be so smooth and tender. It's really wonderful."

"Hehe, you don't know. In the Jiangnan two courses, only Fulai Inn has this cooking method, but it is the original creation of our little boss. The little boss said that this is called stir-frying. In addition to Jian'an, only Chang'an may be there." The third year of high school showed off proudly. The little boss said that the cooking methods in this world were steaming, cooking, roasting, moxibustion, and cannons. Even though many restaurants and inns currently have people to learn the art, and Master Kuang and Master Wang also paid their tuition fees according to the instructions of the little boss, they all taught them, but they did not teach them step by step. No matter how good they learned, they could not make such a good taste. It was not like Master Wang and Master Kuang, which was taught step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step.

"How can Chang'an have it?" Taiyuan merchant looked puzzled.

"Here, this cooking method was created by the little boss. A few days ago, the little boss has now become a handsome man of the Lin family in Chang'an. I guess the little boss will teach this cooking method to the restaurant of the Lin family. If it is taught, Chang'an has this cooking method. Not only fry, but the little boss also created many methods such as frying, frying, and stewing. If this little boss is said to be a big deal, it is really not built. Before a certain person came to the inn, he begged for food on the street. At that time, the inn was much smaller than now, and there were not many customers, but since the little boss came, "the senior year was still showing off, but he was staggering and almost fell to the ground. He got up and shouted, "Who? Which plot is the plot."

"Oh, I'm so ardent? Do you dare to yell? Is the little boss away? No one can calm you down?" However, Sun Er gloomy face put away his right foot that had just kicked out: "Tell you, I've been angry these days, and I'm not happy, and I'm so anxious that I'll send you back and continue begging. Don't ramble in front of the guests, don't do serious things, so many customers are waiting."

"Huh? Why are you talking? Isn't someone a guest? If you serve someone well, your money will naturally be fine." The Taiyuan businessman was dissatisfied and stood up to defend the situation for the senior year of high school.

"Guest, don't be angry, don't be angry, this is Manager Sun of our inn. The weather is not going well and you are a little angry. Don't be as good as him." The senior high school stopped him quickly, nodding and bowing his head.

"I'm just angry, what's wrong? I've been staying in Fulai Inn for many years. Why? Now you are all hard-working? I can't get along with me?" Sun Er was still relentlessly.

The senior high school senior at least dragged Sun Er in, turned around and reimbursed the Taiyuan merchant: "Don't be surprised, he is really unhappy."

"Oh? Those who can do things in charge must have some skills and must be valued by the owner. Why is it not going well?" Taiyuan merchants were very curious.

"You are from another place. I'll tell you, just say it to you. Just take the left ear and the right ear. This Sun is a manager. Since he was a manager, he has been gambled. He didn't expect that. He was angry and lost nine out of ten bets. Now, it is said that he has owe this amount." The senior high school extended his hand, spread his five fingers, and flipped it over.

"Ten hangs? Not many."

"It's not ten days, it's one hundred cents!" The senior high school god lowered his secretly: "It is said that he sold all the houses, and all the assets were sold and still owed this number. The creditors came to the door every few days to ask for it. Now, it's coming again." After that, he secretly pointed out the door and quickly slipped away.

"Sun Er, Sun Er, come out for a certain family." Several men with thick arms and round waists were walking outside the door, some of whom were holding sticks in their hands, stood at the entrance of the inn with their waists and shouted with their arms crossed.
Chapter completed!