Crossing town house man and wife

After the omelette, Wu Ming demonstrated how to fry two poached eggs, one medium-boiled and one well-boiled.

The fully cooked ones were given to Yan Heng, and the half-done ones went into Wu Ming's stomach.

Wu Ming taught the cook while cooking and eating, and before he knew it, his stomach couldn't hold anything.

Finally had a full time!

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Yan Heng, and found that he was still gnawing on the omelette made by the cook.

"Delicious?" Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Not bad." Yan Heng nodded.

"Do you still want to eat something more delicious?" Wu Ming continued to ask.

"What do you want?" Yan Heng saw through his thoughts.

"Make me something!" Wu Ming was not hypocritical.No matter what, he and Yan Heng had to get along for a while, and if they had something to say, they had to speak directly to enhance understanding and avoid estrangement.

"What do you want?" Yan Heng repeated the previous rhetorical question.

"Cooking utensils." Wu Ming made a gesture, "But you need to use iron, and you need a blacksmith."

"I'll talk about it later." As soon as Yan Heng heard that iron was needed, Yan Heng immediately stopped the topic, ate the last piece of omelette in two mouthfuls, turned his head and said to the cook, "I will also make this tomorrow."

"promise……"

Before the cook could finish speaking, Wu Ming said beforehand: "Don't make it every day! Mantou—do you know Mantou?"

Although that guy Qin Sanshi didn't click on a few layers of the technology tree, but since the flour has been produced, the simple skill of steaming buns will not be missed.

"Yes." The cook nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"Cut it into slices, wrap it with a layer of egg, and fry it in a pan of oil—preferably vegetable oil—that's vegetable oil!" Wu Ming said while gesturing.

"My servant understands." The cook nodded repeatedly.

But Wu Ming didn't bother to continue talking at the moment, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I will write a recipe later, and someone will send it to you."

"No need." Yan Heng cut off the words, "I will ask someone to open a small kitchen in your yard. If you want to eat, just tell them."

"Oh, that's fine." Wu Ming tilted his head indifferently.It would be more convenient to have a small kitchen, but... there would be a strange feeling of being confined.

He always felt that Yan Heng wanted to keep him as a pet.

"Let's go." After Yan Heng finished speaking, he wanted to leave.

Wu Ming turned to the cook and asked, "Hey, what's for lunch?"

Before the cook could answer, Yan Heng's face darkened, "Do you only care about eating?"

"Food is the paramount necessity of the people!" Wu Ming replied confidently.

Yan Heng was speechless, but then grabbed Wu Ming's wrist and forcibly pulled him out of the kitchen.

After leaving the kitchen, Yan Heng asked, "What do you want to use iron for?"

"Pot." Wu Ming said, "a kind of round..."

"Do you know iron pot?" Yan Heng interrupted Wu Ming's description.

"You also know?" Wu Ming was taken aback.

"The late emperor once had someone make it, and tried to promote it to the people." Yan Heng nodded, "but it is still an iron weapon, and it can be turned into a weapon with a little modification. All the officials including the prime minister strongly opposed it. In addition, the cost of the iron pot was so high that ordinary people could not afford it, so the first emperor gave up the idea of ​​promoting it, and instead kept this item in the palace for imperial use. "

"Qingyong doesn't mean that ordinary people can't use it?" Wu Ming frowned.

Yan Heng didn't answer right away, he was silent for a while before he said indifferently: "It's just a cooking utensil, it's nothing, the palace doesn't care about it now."

"Hey?"

Yan Heng obviously had something in his words, but before Wu Ming asked curiously, a group of obstacles appeared in front of him and attracted his attention.

"Sheriff, the old lady has been waiting for you for a long time." An elderly woman came forward and bowed with several servants.

"Let her not have to wait any longer." Yan Heng stopped, and said to the woman with a gloomy expression, "I'm going to take my wife out today. I'll talk about the confession at another time."

"How can such an important matter be changed to another day!" The woman stopped Yan Heng who was about to leave, "You can put other things aside. Today, you must go to Chunhui Hall first."

"Presumptuous!" Yan Heng scolded in a deep voice.

The woman immediately knelt down, but still stood in front of Yan Heng, "Junshou, if you have to go out today, you should first get on the old maid... ah!"

The woman suddenly screamed, but it was Wu Ming who stretched out his leg and kicked her against the wall.

"The obstacle is cleared, we can go." Wu Ming put his feet down, turned his head and said to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng looked at Wu Ming with a complicated expression, but finally said nothing, ignored the woman who was still leaning against the wall and wailing, grabbed Wu Ming's left hand, and pulled him towards the front yard.

The maid who came with the woman hurriedly moved out of the way, and no one dared to step forward to stop her.

After following Yan Heng for a long distance, Wu Ming couldn't help asking: "Who is this old lady?"

"Grandmother." Yan Heng replied flatly, "My father's mother."

"Your father is a bastard?" Wu Ming blinked.

"Eldest son." Yan Heng said.

"Then this old lady is a stepmother?" Wu Ming continued to ask.

"Mother." Yan Heng glanced at Wu Ming and probably understood what he meant, "There are some old things in this, I will talk to you in detail some other day. You just need to know that she is not on good terms with me. It is enough to be filial as you should be, don't be too obedient."

"This size is not easy to grasp." Wu Ming shook his head solemnly, "You have to know, I am a person who neither respects the old nor loves the young."

"I can see it." Yan Heng was expressionless, "Kicking one fly a day, the legs are very good."

"They came to the door to be kicked by themselves, no wonder I was there." Wu Ming immediately declared his innocence.

"I don't blame you." Yan Heng clenched his left hand, "Let's go, let's go out of the city with me today, and the artisans are also outside the city. Whatever you want, let them do it together."

"Anything you want?" Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

"As long as they can do it."

"..."

While speaking, Yan Heng had brought Wu Ming to the stable, ready to ride out of the city.

The maids were sent back when they entered the front yard, and replaced by a group of big and thick guards.

Yan Heng obviously didn't have a penchant for white clothes, and he did a good job in defense. Before getting on the horse, he had to check the condition and configuration of the mount, and no mistakes were allowed.

"Can you ride a horse?" Yan Heng asked Wu Ming.

"Yes, but yes..." Wu Ming replied with a complicated mood.

He really knows how to ride a horse, and he once rode a horse and whipped a horse and galloped on the battlefield.However, after becoming a ghost cultivator, he never got on a horse alone again.The reason, perhaps, is that animals are too sensitive to accept the existence of ghosts, so that most ghost cultivators have experienced the unbearable experience of being disgusted by cats and dogs.It's the same when riding a horse. It's better if the horse owner is with you, but if you want to ride alone, even the bad horses of the later generations who are led to the park to cheat money will kick him on the spot and violently want to kick him away.

Yan Heng saw that Wu Ming still had something to say, so he grabbed his waist and said, "Then ride with me."

Wu Ming did not refuse, nor could he refuse.

If he doesn't ride a horse, he can only ride an ox cart.That thing squeaks and moves slower than walking.And there is no rubber these days, the wheels are all wood, and there is no shock absorber in the car.If this was going up slowly all the way, his bones would definitely be smashed to pieces.

But when Yan Heng was about to ask Wu Ming to get on the horse, Wu Ming noticed that there were no pedals under the saddle.

"Huh?" Wu Ming stopped immediately, touched the saddle, and turned to Yan Heng and asked, "So... the late emperor didn't tell you how to make stirrups?"

Stirrups in history appeared in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and then gradually spread to the entire Eurasian continent.But the Qin Dynasty here has been tampered with beyond recognition by the time-traveling man, so simple and practical little things like stirrups should have been "invented" in advance.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Yan Heng looked at Wu Ming suspiciously, "What do you mean... what does the stirrup have to do with the late emperor?"

"Forget it, I'll just show you." Wu Ming sighed, "Is there...animal skin? Tear into strips, or ordinary cloth strips are fine, anyway, I'm just demonstrating, the material is temporary It doesn't matter."

"Go get some cloth." Yan Heng turned his head and ordered.

Wu Ming squatted down, checked the horseshoe, and found that the horseshoe had already been installed.

Wu Ming was taken aback for a moment and then laughed at himself——you are confused, aren't you?Horseshoes have already appeared in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but the materials used at that time were more extensive, and iron was not all used in later generations.

Cloth is not a scarce item. After a while, the guard sent by Yan Heng returned with a brand new piece of linen.

"My lord, is this okay?" The guard brought the linen to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng still signaled Wu Ming to come and check.

"Make do with it." Wu Ming took the sackcloth and tore it into strips.

But just as he was about to tie the cloth strips to the saddle, perhaps because Yan Heng was standing a little far away, the black horse approached by him began to stir uneasily.

Wu Ming simply called Yan Heng over and asked him to ride on the horse, then tied one end of the cloth strip to the saddle, and then tied the hanging part into a ring, so that Yan Heng's feet could just reach the cloth strip to form a ring. In the ring, use it as a stirrup.

After finishing both sides, Wu Ming stepped aside and asked Yan Heng to try it out by himself.

At the beginning, Yan Heng was still confused, not understanding the meaning of Wu Ming making such a superfluous thing.But after riding the horse around the outside of the stable, surprise flashed in Yan Heng's eyes, he quickly clamped the horse's belly, accelerated his speed, and then simply ran out of the small courtyard to gallop in a wider area in a circle.

A group of guards also had to follow up quickly, and all of them were out of breath when they came back.

"A fetish!" Yan Heng reined in the reins, dismounted from his horse, walked quickly to Wu Ming's side, hugged him into his arms, and asked with surprise on his face, "How did you think of it?"

"I didn't think of it." Wu Ming didn't take the credit, "I just knew."

Yan Heng was slightly taken aback, then raised his hand to touch Wu Ming's cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Can you tell me how you know?"

"Yes, yes, but are you sure you want to say it now?" Wu Ming glanced around with suggestive eyes.

"Forget it." Yan Heng nodded, "Let's leave the city first, and we'll talk about other things later."

"That's right." Wu Ming opened his arms, motioning for Yan Heng to carry him onto the horse.

Yan Heng didn't say any more, and stretched out his hand to hug Wu Ming onto the horse's back, then stepped on the stirrup made of cloth strips, and jumped onto the horse.

Although Yan Heng acted calmly and calmly, but in his heart, there were already thousands of twists and turns, all kinds of guts.

Yan Heng didn't know the origin of the stirrups, but he remembered that in his last life, the rebel leader Lu Liang had a nearly invincible cavalry under his command.These cavalry were all natives of the Central Plains, but their riding skills were superior to those of the barbarians on the grassland. Everyone could draw a bow and shoot arrows on horseback, and swing a knife to kill the enemy.

Yan Heng also sent people to inquire about the secrets of this cavalry, but the rebel army under Lu Liang's command was tightly guarded and they were all southerners. It was difficult for northern spies to get in, and they tried many times to no avail.

At this moment, after trying the stirrup provided by "Ruan Cheng", Yan Heng suddenly realized.

Perhaps, Lu Liang's cavalry was able to move freely and calmly on horseback by virtue of this small implement.

"Ruan Orange" can double his control over the steed under his crotch just by tying it casually with cloth strips, and his hands are also freed. If it is replaced with a metal copper and iron with better strength and stronger strength, wouldn't that be the effect? Will it be even more surprising?

Yan Heng lowered his head and looked at "Ruan Orange" in his arms with dark eyes.

Could it be that Ruan Cheng made the stirrups in the last life, which made Lu Liang's cavalry look like a god?In other words, as Ruan Cheng said just now, he just knew rather than thought, just the reason for knowing...

Perhaps, Ruan Cheng was reborn, but she didn't remember all of her previous life like him.

Thinking of this, Yan Heng couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.