Lord of Rot

At dinner this morning, there was something wrong with the atmosphere at the table.

Grant, who finally learned to use chopsticks, picked up the fried egg on the plate in front of him, took a bite, and then looked at the lord carefully.

Kuai Ren, who was sitting across from him, was vulgar, but he was very sensitive to the atmosphere.

He glanced at Grant with a questioning look, and Grant returned his look.

The lord must be unhappy because of something. He looks haggard and has obvious dark circles under his eyes. I'm afraid he didn't get a good rest last night.

"It's not impossible!"

Li Qi suddenly said.

Grenn and Quickblade immediately sat up straight.

"Yeah, I don't believe you can handle the explosives!"

There are ways to make magic gunpowder, and the talent is in hand, but the materials are a bit expensive, but for that pile of gold and silver, what does the initial investment count?

"call"

Li Qi picked up the cup and took a sip of warm milk.

Try to calm down.

"Uncle Kuai Blade, I want you to train soldiers." Li Qi looked at Kuai Blade and said, "The soldiers in the Porcupine collar must mention 100."

"100?"

With a population of about 600 and 100 soldiers, no other territory would be able to support such a team.

waste!

The reason why Li Qi's father Lid was able to support a team of 80 people was because the source of his wealth was not farming, but war and rewards, and he used war to support war.

After the war, the poor people were unable to eat, which shows how failed this development method was.

This is a time of peace. Although there are minor frictions, it is almost impossible to rely on war to support war.

"How about cultivating militia?" Kuai Ren suggested.

During busy farming periods when there is no war, the militiamen can farm and raise pigs. When war comes, they can pick up their swords and go to the battlefield.

Li Qi shook his head.

The extraordinary knight appears, the magic returns, and the militiamen wearing small leather armors go to the battlefield, just like the pigs being tied up and ready to be slaughtered.

"I want to train soldiers not for war," Li Qi said, "but for the caravan. After Qiao comes back, the task of escorting the caravan will be very heavy, and soldiers must accompany them."

Even if a business deal is concluded with Green Linbao, there will always be accidents on the road.

"Yes!" Kuai Ren nodded.

He was a soldier and knew to obey orders rather than question the Baron's orders.

"Mr. Grant, how is the construction of the tavern going?"

The road that Kuai Jian couldn't walk when he came back was the tavern under construction.

With Qiao leaving with goods and news, there will definitely be many businessmen coming to Porcupine in the future.

"It will be completed in more than ten days," Gulen said.

"Well, as soon as possible. Then you can find Mr. Barrel and ask him to choose two apprentices to be chefs in the tavern."

"Yes!"

"And" Li Qi said after a pause: "Help me go to the Scholar Tower in Iron Stone City and find some tower scholars to purchase some alchemy materials."

Grant had no doubts and nodded obediently.

The Baron likes to read and chat with scholars. Perhaps the Baron has a heart for exploring knowledge, although this is contrary to the ideas of the Four Gods Sect.

Truth should not come from study but from the gift of God.

But those words were spoken to ordinary people, and nobles were never bound by the rules.

It's like Li Qi "invented" the waterwheel, water mill, plow, beehive, etc., but the villagers only think that this is the wisdom given by God, not the wisdom of the lord.

With Kuai Blade waiting for the return of the soldiers, the castle training ground became lively.

Carrot and Little Joel gritted their teeth and persisted in the training of a group of bad soldiers.

Li Qi didn't say anything when he saw it. If he didn't accept it, he would find a way to beat the group of people. Respect among soldiers comes from fists and honor, but it certainly does not come from pity and tears.

……

"You damn bastard! What is this! Use your pig eyes to see what this is!"

The roar in the kitchen was heard far away.

The little servants lowered their heads, fearing that they would be involved.

"What's wrong?" Li Qi finished training and washed his face when he heard the noise.

Wineglass replied: "Sir, Mr. Barrel is training people."

She is more courageous and hopes that the lord can go in and take care of it. The kitchen apprentices are being scolded every day, which seems really miserable.

Li Qi walked to the kitchen.

Unlike other nobles, he likes to visit the kitchen very much.

In this entertainment-poor world, food is one of the few things that can satisfy his spirit.

The kitchen of Porcupine Castle is much cleaner than other castles, because everyone knows that besides the study room, the lord's favorite place is the kitchen.

The little cripple stood aside with his head lowered, while the wine barrel was still cursing wildly.

"What's wrong? Are you so angry?" Li Qi asked.

Seeing Li Qi's arrival, Jiugong immediately lowered the volume of his voice, but his tone was definitely not good: "Sir, this idiot is the one who can make mistakes when I ask him to pickle salted duck eggs!"

Salted duck eggs were Li Qi’s whim.

After being satisfied with the taste of basic food, Li Qi wanted to eat pastries made with salted egg yolk, which also allowed Li Qi to open a new door to making delicious pastries instead of worrying about how cooked the barbecue was every day.

He just likes to eat well-cooked food, for no other reason than safety.

It was as if he had never eaten raw pickled food until now.

It happened that there were a lot of duck eggs in the livestock village, so they used them to pickle salted duck eggs.

"He wasted dozens of duck eggs!" Jiugong said angrily.

Dozens of duck eggs?

Li Qi frowned slightly. It was indeed wasteful. Although the life of the Porcupine Collar was getting better, food must not be wasted, and it was still his own food that was wasted.

"Little lame leg, what's going on?"

"Sir!" The little lame leg knelt on the ground and said, "I, I salted it according to your instructions, and I didn't expect it to be like this."

"You...you dare to blame the adults!" Jiugong shivered with anger, and the flesh on his body trembled and trembled.

"Let me see the duck eggs"

The wine barrel brought the duck eggs in the clay pot to Li Qi.

A pungent smell of lime.

Liquor came over to help peel a duck egg, it was black!

"It's broken!" the wine barrel said angrily: "It should be white and tender, with a rich and fragrant oil like gold. Look at what this is!"

"Hahaha!"

Li Qi laughed out loud.

This is a preserved egg. Although it is still a ball of paste inside, it has begun to take shape.

"Little Lame, tell me, how did you pickle it?"

"Yes, sir." The little lame leg raised his head, rubbed his red and swollen eyes with the back of his hand and said, "I mixed salt and mud with mud, wrapped it in the duck eggs, and then put them in a jar..."

Li Qi looked at him: "What then? Nothing changes?"

"……have"

The little cripple glanced at the baron quietly, knowing that the part he had deliberately concealed had been discovered.

"There was a strong smell in the jar, which was different from Mr. Barrel's, but I didn't dare to say it. I was afraid of being punished, so I sealed the jar and hid it."

Li Qi stood up holding his knees: "What kind of soil did you use?"

"A kind of white," Little Lame said cautiously, "I couldn't find the clean soil that Mr. Barrel mentioned nearby, so I ran far away and felt that the soil was as white as salt and very clean."

"Did the skin of your hands crack after touching that kind of white soil?" Li Qi looked at the little lame hand. The back of the boy's hand looked like the bark of an old tree.

"Yes!" He hid his hands uneasily.

"Go to the pharmacist and ask him to prepare medicine to cure you," Li Qi ordered.

"Sir, this..." Jiugong didn't understand why the little lame leg wasted dozens of duck eggs and the baron had to treat his injuries mercifully.

When punishment is deserved, it should be punished hard, not so mercifully.

But no one dared to refute the Lord's order, not even the most popular chef around the Lord, Wine Barrel.

"Little Lame, where did you find that white soil?"

"I'll take you there."

"Going right now!"

At that time, he only gave a general idea of ​​pickling salted duck eggs. The specific steps were studied by the wine barrel and the apprentices. Salt pickling, brine pickling, yellow mud pickling, etc. all required experimentation.

Some people succeed and some people fail.

Apparently the discovery of the little lame leg was an accident, and he accidentally made preserved eggs by himself.

But the key lies in the important ingredients for making preserved eggs.

lime!

Thank you [Jason Statham Jr.] for the 1200 reward, and blessings and thanks.