Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

In the next few days, if you want to ask who is the busiest person in Bachuan Villa, there is no doubt that it is the Qu family and his son.

Early in the morning, the three fathers and sons of the Qu family pushed a cart and carried spades and drills, and went to the Bachuan Trail to pave the road with clay.

At noon, the three of them hurried back to the dining room and guarded the door to prevent anyone from peeking in.

In the afternoon, the three of them walked out of the gate of Bieyuan again and headed three miles east to the west bank of the Bahe River. They began to survey the terrain, study the soil foundation, and look for a place to build the oil mill.

And in the evening, the Qu family's father and son returned from running around and guarded the door of the dining room until dinner was ready.

The main thing Zhou Jun did during this period of time was to teach Chun Niang some basic tips for cooking.

For example, for different ingredients, how much bean oil should be added; what percentage of oil temperature is the most suitable for serving; what ingredients should be put first and what ingredients should be put last; which seasonings are suitable for stir-frying, and how should they be handled before putting them in?

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If you don’t tell me, you don’t know. When Zhou Jun taught me, I discovered that cooking is really not easy.

Zhou Jun taught Chun Niang almost half an hour just to warm the oil and the timing of serving the dishes, not to mention such difficult movements as turning the spoon and the pot.

Hua Yue watched and took notes on the side. Sometimes his hands felt itchy, so he even tried cooking for himself.

In the meantime, there was originally a day when the mid-day market opened.

It stands to reason that on that day, Zhou Jun should have taken the six members of the Qu family to Zhongshi to go through the procedures for converting refugees into slaves.

However, when they got busy, everyone forgot about this.

Just like that, a few days passed.

In the morning of this day, Pang Gong finished practicing the piano and returned to the house. Under Yu Ping's service, he washed his hands and planned to sit down for lunch.

Looking at the steamed food, noodle soup and fried food on the table, Pang Gong was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why are there no stir-fried vegetables?"

Yuping replied: "I've been cooking all these days for stir-fry, and I used a lot of beetroot oil, but it's all gone."

Pang Gong asked again: "The bean oil is gone. Didn't Erlang buy some?"

Yuping: "Erlang is busy cooking every day, where can he find time to go out? But Chun Niang is also learning. I think in a few days, Erlang will be able to find time."

Pang Gong was stunned: "Erlang taught the cooking method to others?"

Yuping: "Yes."

There was some doubt in Pang Gong's words: "You can give me all your money?"

Yuping thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Pang Gong was stunned, his brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, Pang Gong picked up a piece of fried food with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, took only one bite, and then put it down.

After taking a sip of noodle soup, Pang Gong asked Yuping again: "A few days ago, our family approved the oil pressing mill. Has it been settled?"

Yuping said: "The Qu family and his son have been searching for the location of the oil mill by the Bahe River for the past few days. The location may be determined now, but the wood and stone are not ready yet, right?"

Pang Gong shook his head and said: "According to their construction method, I'm afraid the oil workshop won't be up until spring next year. Go and let everyone know and ask everyone who has nothing to do to help. No one can slack off."

Yuping responded.

Pang Gong thought for a while and then said: "Tell Zhou Erlang to go back to Chang'an, bring in the workers from the oil mill, and buy some bean oil on the way."

Yuping responded again.

Pang Gong picked up his chopsticks again and looked at the dishes on the counter. He hesitated for a while, and finally put down his chopsticks again and said to Yuping: "Our family is not too hungry. Let's prepare the food first and eat later."

Bar."

Yuping collected her lunch and walked to the outer garden.

Before she reached the dining room, Yuping saw the old man Qiu Yong standing in the courtyard, talking to Zhou Jun.

Qiu Yong smiled apologetically and asked: "Erlang, you all sent me here to ask why there is no stir-fried vegetables for lunch today?"

Zhou Jun said: "There are some condiments missing. I have asked Erlang of the Qu family to buy them. I will be back before dinner."

Qiu Yong breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

After saying that, Qiu Yong turned and left.

Yuping handed the food box to Chun Niang's hand, then smiled at Zhou Jun and said, "Pang Gong is also anxious because he can't eat the stir-fried vegetables."

"He sent me to urge Erlang to bring the oil mill worker into the mansion as soon as possible. This will save him the trouble of traveling around."

Seeing Chun Niang walking into the dining room with a food box, and the Qu family and his son talking elsewhere, Yuping came closer and asked Zhou Jun: "The six members of the Qu family haven't gone to Zhongshi to recommend themselves yet?"

Zhou Jun shook his head and said: "I'm busy, I haven't done it yet."

Yuping: "Erlang went to Zhongshi to apply for the deed earlier, which saved us from long nights and many dreams."

Zhou Jun didn't understand what Yu Ping meant by "long nights and many dreams" at first, but when he thought about it more carefully, he not only sighed, but the ancients also had a lot of eyesight.

Seeing Yuping walking away, Qu Sanweng came over and said, "Erlang, the pavement of the Bachuan Trail has been paved with fire clay."

When Zhou Jun heard this, he looked happy, and immediately took Hua Yue with him, and together with Qu Sanweng, they left the gate of Bieyuan and came to the newly paved road.

I saw that the clay road was smooth and solid, almost the same as the cement road in Zhou Jun's memory from his previous life.

Hua Yue also walked to the road, and first jumped on both feet to test the firmness.

Then, she bent over and looked around again, and found that there were no obvious bubbles or raised feet on the road. It was as flat as if measured with a ruler. She couldn't help but praise: "Qu Weng's masonry work,

It’s really good craftsmanship.”

Qu Sanweng stroked his beard and laughed: "I'm glad that my ancestors' craftsmanship has not been lost."

Zhou Jun looked around and saw that this section of cement road was only less than thirty meters, and there was a dirt road further on.

After making an estimate in his mind, Zhou Jun probably knew the consumption of the coal ash he brought back from the Silla Blacksmith Shop that day.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jun said to Qu Sanweng: "Tomorrow is the day when Zhongshi opens. Everyone in the Qu family can follow me to Chang'an to complete the self-recommended deed."

Qu Sanweng quickly said yes.

Zhou Jun thought for a while and then said: "Before we go to Zhongshi, we have to go to Duckweed House to find the house that Qu Weng once talked about, and also look for some coal ash on the way."

Qu Sanweng nodded first, then hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhou Jun: "The Jingyang family that I know makes a living by pressing oil, but the situation at home is a little different from ordinary people. Don't be surprised when Erlang meets him.

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A little different from ordinary people?

Zhou Jun was a little puzzled, and when he was about to ask, he saw Qu Sanweng's cryptic expression, so he thought that he would know it when he saw him tomorrow.

On the next day, Zhou Jun and Hua Yue rode horses, and the six members of the Qu family drove two carts, leaving Bachuan Villa and heading towards Chang'an.

After entering Chunming Gate, the group first went to Duckweed House.

Arriving at the door of Duckweed House, Qu Sanweng asked his family to wait and led Zhou Jun and Hua Yue in.

After walking through several long corridors, Qu Sanweng finally stopped at the door of a hall and said to Zhou Jun: "Erlang, that Jingyang family is right here..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and a figure like a rag bag was thrown out of the hall.

Zhou Jun had quick eyes and quick hands. He quickly pulled Hua Yue and hid to the side. He saw the man who fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, and blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He was still chattering curses: "What a big worm, how dare you dare to fight against Mr. Kui'a?"

You're tired of working on the territory, but?!"

A moment later, another person was thrown out screaming, this time farther, but he fell directly into the yard outside the corridor.

At this time, I saw a woman with big arms and a thick waist, as strong as an ox, slowly walking out of the hall.

A stick made of wrought iron was bent into a semicircle when she held both ends and pushed it hard.

The woman threw the stick at the man's feet and said angrily in a deep voice: "You have hands and feet, but you are not diligent in the right way, but you work as a villain and only pick on the poor to bully!"

"That rogue, if you dare to see me next time, my mother-in-law will teach you how to pull out teeth and hold grass in the cave with this sand fist!"

Qu Sanweng approached Zhou Jun and said cautiously: "Erlang, this is the head of the Jingyang family, Aunt Gongsun."

Zhou Jun: "...?"