Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 116

As the days passed, Zuixianju's current situation seemed to be reversed from that of Wenxiang Pavilion before.

Now when the rich people in Chang’an City talk about going out to eat, they must be referring to the Paowa Lou. If someone proposes to go to Zuixianju, they will immediately attract contempt from their friends: What kind of Zuixianju are you going to, are you going to eat pig food?

After all, stir-frying opened a door to a new world for Datang people, and completely captured the stomachs of these wealthy people.After eating the food in Paowalou, I really can't eat anything else.

Some people who love to drink and drink a lot have to order a lot of dishes in order to drink more Pao Wa Niang. As a result, they finish the wine but not finish the dishes. In the end, they all get the better of the beggars in the back alley of Pao Wa Lou. .

Although the beggars now eat leftovers again, they can't hold back the oil and water!There are oily flowers floating in the soup.

The gang of beggars who have engaged in it now eat all the oily ones, and their lives are more nourishing than the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Some passers-by even saw several beggars picking out bits of meat from between their teeth. . .

The servants of the General's Mansion now eat and drink delicious food every day, and they don't have to do any hard work, which has caused them to round up a circle or two.

Of course, in terms of smooth growth, the fastest is a few cabinets, after all, it has the convenience of a job.

When Wang Yin bought them back, they were all dry, but now they are all rushing for two hundred catties.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the little girl Cuizhu.

I don’t know if it’s because of her special talent, but this little girl eats more than anyone else, and as a result, she just can’t gain weight.

That’s not right, some of the places where flesh should grow are still growing.

When I bought it, I was able to park a private jet, but now it is almost beyond the scale of Cheng Lingxue.

Wang San and his group usually secretly stared at the green bamboo, even Wang Yin sometimes worried: this little girl might hunchback in the future. . .

Speaking of which, the General's Mansion not only supports people with food, but also has extremely relaxed requirements for these servants.

As long as you do your job well during working hours, you can do whatever you like in the rest of the time, even if you don't come home at night, Wang Yin doesn't bother to care.

Of course, no one did this. After all, they were just servants and had no friends. Where else could they go besides staying in the mansion?

maids' room
"Cuizhu, why did you come back so late tonight? Where did you go?" Chunxiang looked at Cuizhu who had returned late and asked in confusion.

"Ah, it's nothing...just going out for a stroll." Cuizhu said in a low voice.

"It's really strange..." Chunxiang muttered, and lay down to sleep.

"Huh~" Seeing that Chunxiang didn't ask any more questions, Cuizhu patted his chest gently and let out a sigh of relief.

"Huh? Who is it?" When Jarvis woke up at night, he saw a sneaky figure flashing past the oil room in the front yard, and he quietly leaned over.

Jarvis looked intently, and saw a petite figure swaying beside the oil press room.

"Why is this girl?" After seeing who it was, Jarvis was stunned for a moment: "Cuizhu, what are you doing here without sleeping at night?"

"Ah, Butler Jia." Cuizhu was startled, stretched out her hand and patted her chest: "I just can't sleep, let's go out for a walk."

"Go back early if you have nothing to do, don't hang around outside." Jarvis said, and left.

"Oh," Cuizhu replied, and walked towards the servant girl's bedroom.

next day
Li Yuan looked at the cards in front of him: "Thirty thousand."

Li Lizhi pointed her finger to her lips and thought for a while: "Liu Tiao."

Li Shimin flipped through the cards he just took, glanced at them and threw them out: "Fifty thousand."

"Nonsense," Wang Yin directly pushed his cards onto the table, rubbed his hands with a mean smile, "This is a big deal, I'm even embarrassed to win, come on, give me money. "

"I'm a little tired, let's play." Li Yuan stood up and said something, then turned around and got into the villa.

"Brother Yin is really bad, the kid wins all the money." Li Lizhi took out the money from her purse and put it on the table, pouted and said.

"Ahem, as the emperor, it's inappropriate for me to take the lead in gambling. I won't play today." Li Shimin stood up and said.

"Cut, it's too much to be the emperor, and it's too late to be the emperor. In the end, everyone can't afford to lose." Wang Yin complained while collecting money.

Li Yuan at the gate of the villa almost fell over: Ma De, can't we wait for Zhen to leave before saying this!
"Wang Yin, you have created a problem for me again." Li Shimin changed the subject decisively.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yin asked confused.

"It's not the bobbin you made, now I don't know how to reward you." Li Shimin smiled wryly.

"You can pull it off, tell me how many times you have cheated me?" Wang Yin curled his lips: "Every time there is thunder and rain, and there is no sincerity at all."

"Lizhi, go talk to your grandpa." Li Shimin said to Li Lizhi.

"My son will leave." Li Lizhi saluted and withdrew.

"It's not like you don't know about my situation..." Li Shimin whispered after seeing Li Lizhi leave.

After all, as a father, how can he let his children see his shameful and caring side?

After that, do you still want to save face?
Especially in front of his beloved daughter, Li Shimin has to maintain his image. . .

"If you are poor, just stop doing it. Those three melons and two dates are not disgusting enough." Wang Yin rolled his eyes at Li Shimin.

"I also think...ah no, if I don't put on a show, it will appear that I don't know rewards and punishments," Li Shimin said in a low voice, "If things go on like this, what is my majesty?"

"So for your sake, I have to cooperate with you in acting, hypocrisy!" Wang Yin complained fiercely.

"I can't help myself," Li Shimin said awkwardly, "Why don't you help me think about it?"

"I'm pretty sure now that Cheng Yaojin learned his face from you," Wang Yin complained again: "Okay, the potatoes will be cooked in a month or so."

"Sure enough, I saw the right person!" Li Shimin patted Wang Yin's shoulder and said with relief.

Hearing what Wang Yin said, Li Shimin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yin's meaning is obvious, when the potatoes are ripe, they will be done together, saving Li Shimin an extra headache. . .

"Master," Jarvis approached after Li Shimin left, "There's something wrong with Cuizhu girl recently."

"What's wrong?" Wang Yin asked confused.

"I heard from Chunxiang and the others that Cui Zhu has been coming back quite late these days," Jarvis said, "And I've seen her strolling around the yard a few times at night, right next to the distilling room and the oil pressing room."

"Ah, ah, ah, maybe the little girl has gone out to meet her lover." Wang Yin waved his hand: "She is also at this age, so there is nothing strange about it."

"But Master, I still feel that there is something going on here." Jarvis said again.

"Okay, I see." Wang Yin didn't bother to pay attention to Jarvis any more, and went into the room to watch a silent movie.

Late night
The maids had already fallen asleep, and occasionally there were a few slight snoring sounds in the room.

Cuizhu suddenly opened her eyes, tiptoed to the gate, and gently opened it.

After the door opened, several men in black who had been waiting for a long time walked in.

"Where's the money?" Cui Zhu stretched out her hand and whispered.

A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and then disappeared. He took out two ingots of gold from his pocket and handed them to Cui Zhu.

Cuizhu weighed the weight of the gold, put it in his arms, and walked towards the yard with a few people.

"You'd better not play any tricks, or I will kill you immediately." The leader of the man in black whispered.

"Don't worry, I don't want to die yet." Cuizhu whispered back, and opened the door of the distillation room.

Instantly, the aroma of wine hit their faces, and the people in black nodded secretly. This smell was exactly the taste of Paiwa Niang.

In the empty room, there was only one alembic standing there alone. Several men in black walked over lightly, each of them grabbed a corner, lifted the alembic, and walked out the door.

Immediately after putting the distiller in the carriage, everyone turned back and got the oil press out.

Cuizhu followed the crowd into the carriage, the driver pulled the reins, and the carriage slowly left the general's mansion.

In a courtyard outside Chang'an City.

Looking at the distiller and oil press placed on the ground, Zhang Dagui was overjoyed.

"How does this thing work?" Zhang Dagui asked, pointing to the machine on the ground.

"Pour the wine in here, just shake the handle." Cuizhu pointed to the organizer and said.

"What about this?" Zhang Dagui pointed to the oil press and asked again.

"This one pours the pig's internal organs in, and it's the same as turning the handle." Cuizhu replied: "It's best to use fresh pig intestines!"

Zhang Changgui was taken aback when he heard it: pig intestines, can that thing be eaten?
These days pig intestines are simply thrown away, and of course there is no need to wash them.

Each root is full of weight. . .

"If you dare to play tricks, I will kill you now!" Zhang Dagui glared at Cuizhu, and ordered the men in black to get the materials.

When everything was ready, everyone first poured the wine into the still, and then began to shake the handle. After a while, the wine flowed out of the tube, and instantly the room was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

"That's right, that's the smell!" After smelling the aroma of wine, Zhang Dagui immediately shouted excitedly: "Quick, try another one."

Originally, Zhang Dagui had doubts when he heard Cuizhu's strange conditions, but now that he actually came out to throw tiles, those doubts were thrown aside.

It's a bit weird, but this thing is real!

The people in black dubiously poured the pig's offal into the oil press: This thing smells like it's almost suffocating, is it edible?

But when they shook the handle, golden oil flowed out from the oil outlet, and the smell of oil immediately wafted in the room.

"That's right! It's the smell!" Zhang Dagui shouted excitedly again.

Although I don't know why those disgusting things can produce such delicious things, but the result is indeed very satisfying to Zhang Dagui.

"Hmph! Throwing tiles, you are finished!" Zhang Dagui squinted his eyes looking at the two machines on the ground and thought bitterly.

(End of this chapter)