Qin Hu

Chapter 152 Fireworks as Beacon, Well, It's All Right!

Zhao Zihu had to express his admiration for the wisdom of the ancients. He only summoned craftsmen to make a total calculation, casually mentioned the ratio of "one nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoal", and the requirement that the fireworks should be more colorful...

It only took more than half an afternoon of work, but they really figured out the result. Although it was only two colors of earthy yellow and vermilion, Zhao Zihu felt very satisfied when he watched the fireworks shooting into the sky from the small bamboo tube that evening.

"Whoop! Bang bang bang..."

Looking at the two brightly colored sparks blooming in the gray-black sky, not only Xiang Liyue beside Zhao Zihu was extremely pleasantly surprised, Diao Chan and the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles cheered happily, even the officials, soldiers and common people inside and outside the camp They all cheered again and again.

"Is this the fireworks? It's really gorgeous and short-lived! It makes people feel sad when they see it."

"Oh! Sister Yue. I think you have seen too much and thought too much! These fireworks are obviously very festive, okay?"

Call me sister, and say I know a lot?Xiang Liyue curled her lips for it, Diao Chan, isn't she trying to say that she is old.

"Brother Hu! Let the brothers take care of it too, so that everyone can have fun. This thing is exciting to watch..."

"Oh! Cai! Oh oh oh! Your son is mighty, the Great Qin is mighty!!"

"Look! Hey. Don't say it, it's really good-looking and fun... This clan tyrant is really better at doing these things..."

"What's the meaning of Brother Chunyu's words? Unexpected! You will start to say good things for that villain."

"Hey! Brother Xia's words are absurd. I think Brother Chunyu should also see that these so-called fireworks should have other magical uses!"

Hearing what Han Fei said, Chun Yuyue waved his hands and said, "I'm not your Legalist or their Mohist, who love to fight so much..."

None of the people present were dull. After he reminded them, they all realized that if the fireworks were further developed and mass-produced, they would be more efficient than lighting any beacon as a military signal.

Standing outside the imperial tent, Ying Zheng looked at the sparks rising to the sky, and he also had a deep understanding: "Is this a new type of beacon? Is this a weapon of the country that the boy accidentally created, or did it on purpose. What do you think? ? Meng Yi!"

"Young master's mind, I can't guess it." Meng Yi raised his hand and smiled.He thought to himself that he was not a roundworm in the stomach of the clan urchin.

"By the way! It is said that in two days, the cowardly baby will start teaching classes. I think it is necessary to go over and take a look! After all, this imperial meal is in charge of my food. If he is allowed to mess around, he will suffer in the future Isn't it still me?"

Hearing the emperor's words, Meng Yi agreed on the surface, but disagreed in his heart.He knew very well that His Majesty was actually just using an excuse to eat and drink there.

But what the two of them and Zhao Gao didn't expect was that there was nothing to eat and drink at the head of the cooking class.

In the blink of an eye, it was the early morning of the third day. Thirty imperial catering personnel gathered in front of Zhao Zihu's tent.

Then, under the leadership of him, Zhao Tuo and others on horseback, 30 people trotted in unison to the front of Ganluo's tent.

Gan Luo ordered people to move all the cauldrons here last night.

Zhao Zihu didn't talk nonsense, and ordered: "Now, I want you to carry this pot on your back, grab your shovel, and run away from the camp!"

After finishing speaking, he got off his horse, took the lead and left with a big pot on his back. When the imperial cooks saw each other, they looked at each other, although they were muttering in their hearts, they had no choice but to do so.

But when they lifted their hands, their eyes widened in astonishment. Not only was this thing much wider than the cauldron, but it was also unexpectedly heavy. It was really fatal to carry it.

However, Zhao Zihu had gradually run away, and he didn't have the slightest intention to stop and listen to anyone's complaints. They had no choice but to grit their teeth, imitating this young man with the pot on his back, and started running.

"Hum hum hum..."

Zhao Tuo and others also led the horses and followed suit, shouting and cheering for the thirty royal cooks: "Keep up! Brothers, don't be discouraged. The young master said that the first ten who catch up with him will have extra food at noon!"

Hearing this, most of the grievances of the imperial chefs who were responsible for the blame were relieved immediately, and their motivation also came up. They grinned and quickened their pace to catch up.

But even so, after all, it was the eldest girl who got on the sedan chair first, and when she was waiting in the open space in the southwest of the camp, she saw the back of the son Zihu standing still, and none of the thirty imperial chefs were so tired that they could stand.

The people who were a few steps away from Zhao Zihu were like dogs in the water, lying wet on the ground, panting with their tongues out, their faces pale.

"Master, son! I, we..."

Zhao Zihu smiled: "Okay. Everyone will have extra meals at noon! Take a rest first and watch me carefully?"

When he was speaking, he waved his hand, and a hundred and eight generals came over, took away the iron pots for the imperial cook, helped them up and sat down, handed them water to drink, and placed the iron pots one by one on the thirty stones. Cheng, on a stove that is half the height of a person.

Zhao Zihu also had such a hearth in front of him, a raging fire was burning inside the hearth, and his pot was filled with more than [-]% fine sand.

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded from the back of his head: "What is the purpose of the boy asking them to run this distance?"

"Stir-frying requires excellent physical strength, especially the cooking squad for marching and fighting!" Zhao Zihu replied.

After following the sound, the imperial chefs realized that behind Young Master Zihu, on the other side of the open space, it seemed that His Majesty the Emperor was sitting at the desk, looking here while sipping wine.

Beside the emperor, there were not only Zhao Fuling, Meng Langzhong, various nobles and ministers, but also the two leaders of Dongou and Minyue who came the day before yesterday were also accompanying him, looking at it meaningfully.

The 30 people were startled, and hurriedly wanted to get up and bow, but most of them suddenly became dizzy and almost collapsed.

Seeing the situation, Yingzheng held his hands empty-handed, and said with concern: "You don't need to be too polite! I want to see what tricks your master is up to? If I mess with you, I will avenge you."

The royal cooks were even more grateful when they heard this, nodded and bowed their heads and shouted in unison: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness..."

Use your son's face to win the hearts of the people, right?Zhao Zihu curled his lips, and then snapped his fingers: "The new Daqin cooking special training class is officially open! Firecrackers are on!!"

As soon as he gave an order, the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles appeared on the three sentry towers at the west gate of the camp, and threw down six strings of large firecrackers.

"Crackling..."

Amidst a series of deafening noises, gunpowder smoke billowed, almost covering the sky and the sun.

When Ying Zheng saw it, he couldn't help being amazed again, but it was a pity that it was covered by the sound of firecrackers.

After all the dust settled, Zhao Zihu raised his hand and said, "Now. I'm going to teach you how to cook..."

"This is the basic skill of cooking quickly and well! In the next three months, you can only learn this."

The thirty imperial cooks were all in an uproar when they heard the words, and whispered among themselves: "What? I learned one trick in three months."

"Is it really that important what's wrong with this? Don't you just fool us, my lord!"

"That's right! If an ordinary person wants to learn how to turn a pot, wouldn't he starve to death?"

Zhao Zihu smiled, and pressed his hands: "This ordinary family, of course, don't need to be so troublesome, as long as they are fried and ready to eat..."

"But you are the imperial cooks. If you want to be promoted and stand out from your colleagues, you must not lose this basic skill."

"Besides, what I just said is just an approximate time limit. If you are talented, you may be able to master it in one day!"

Having said that, he didn't grind anymore, he clamped the linen cloth with his index finger and middle finger, held the linen cloth tightly in his hand slightly, and then clasped the ears and sides of the pot with the tiger's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zihu supported the body of the pot with three fingers, and began to pull and send, and the fine sand in the pot was thrown forward like sea waves, and quickly turned back down.

This technique looks quite simple at first glance, but in fact, in his previous life, he didn't know how to overthrow the pot, and he just knew it but didn't know why, the reason why he is so proficient now...

And he dared to teach classes, thanks to his body and his extraordinary understanding in this life, most of the things he knew in his previous life, as long as he pondered with his heart and practiced, he would quickly master them.

"Wow! Wow..."

After bouncing back and forth more than a dozen times, Zhao Zihu's movements were fast and steady, and he never let the slightest bit of sand get out of the pot.

But at the same time, he also found that more than half of the imperial chefs in front of him were full of disapproval.

So, he stopped and called his name: "Doctor Chao! Come and try."

"Wei~" The middle-aged man with a small mole on his mouth responded, raised his eyebrows not to be outdone, and walked quickly to Zhao Zihu's side.

Zhao Zihu made room for the man, and saw that the man didn't follow his demonstration, but wrapped the linen cloth on his palm indiscriminately, so he reached out to grab the iron pot.

Dr. Chao knew that the iron pot would be very hot, but he just lifted the pot and turned it over, and the fine sand in the pot immediately flew up, not only spilled out, but also rushed towards him.

"what……"

Dr. Chao was startled, instinctively let go of the pot, and stepped back, but a little fine sand that had been heated up still splashed on his hands and clothes.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zihu took a step forward and took the pot with his hand. With his rough skin and thick flesh, he is not afraid of a little bit of heat.

Dr. Chao, who was splashed with fine sand, just gasped in panic, and slapped his body with his hands, while the others rushed over with concern.

"Doctor Chao! Are you okay?"

"It's okay! Lao Chao. Why are you so careless?"

"It's okay, it's okay! It's just that I didn't pay attention for a while." Dr. Chao said stubbornly.

He turned around and wanted to take the cauldron from Zhao Zihu's hand again, but he never expected to be mercilessly rejected by this young man.

"Doctor Chao! I think you should go back to your seat and practice for a while..."

Zhao Zihu smiled and said, "What about you? Does anyone else want to try with me?"

Before he finished speaking, there were still some people who did not believe in evil, and came to him again.

However, just a few breaths later, the new challenger was also slapped in the face.

"This, this, this! How is this possible?"

With such two precedents, the other imperial chefs didn't have the guts to try again, and returned to their seats in despair, grabbing the iron pot and practicing randomly.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Zihu walked over to add sand to everyone's pot, and warned: "My method may not be standard, but it must be the most trouble-free..."

"If you don't even want to use my method of catching the pot as a reference, you'd better leave early." He said this, but he actually noticed that there were six or seven people who were learning to catch the pot and turn the pot by themselves, but for a while It will still fail halfway.

Ying Zheng looked at the sand flying in front of him, and muttered with a big frown, "What kind of ecstasy are you doing? Could it be that we sat here for a long time, just watching them fry sand? Zhao Gao. Go over and ask what's going on?"

"Only~"

Zhao Gao echoed, and strode towards Zhao Zihu, only approaching a certain distance, he couldn't help coughing immediately, and spit out a few mouthfuls of sandy saliva in a "peh pee".

There is no way, whoever called this master of cooking, made a lot of dust.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Zhao Gao had no choice but to cover his mouth and nose, and called out behind Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu had known about the arrival of this old man, but deliberately pretended to be late. After Zhao Gao yelled several times, he was shocked and turned around and shouted: "Who is it? What are you doing..."

"It turned out to be you, Old Zhao. You are silent, do you want to scare people to death? If you need anything from me, tell me."

Zhao Gao also made him shrink back from screaming, and then rolled his eyes: "My lord, don't play tricks! Your majesty asked me to ask, are you teaching cooking?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Zihu answered decisively, but seeing Zhao Gao's expression of disbelief, he continued with a smile and said, "Old Zhao, don't you underestimate this mess?"

"You should go and explain to His Majesty yourself." Zhao Gao looked at the imperial case behind him.

Zhao Zihu took a look around, and saw that the emperor Lao Tzu was really waving to him, with a very unhappy expression on his face.

He was even more upset, he murmured "annoyance" resentfully, and had to accompany Zhao Gao to see Ying Zheng.

Unexpectedly, at a distance of about twenty steps, Ying Zheng would persuade the baby to stop, and blamed him: "Look at you like that? Pat the sand and wash your face before talking to me."

"Father! If you have something to say, you don't need to do this. Do you have to go over and supervise?"

Seeing the behavior of the counselor, Ying Zheng became even more annoyed: "Still supervising! I'm here to ask you. Are you teaching them how to stir-fry sand, are you really just kidding around? And you said it will take three months to practice?"

"I was so bored that I used the method of frying sand and played with them for three months. This is really useful, my son! One is to control the even heating of the food, and the other is to control the taste..."

Zhao Zihu explained quite aggrieved: "In this way, we can accurately control the heat, so that each dish can be cooked as quickly as possible and maintain the most appropriate freshness! It's not like what we used to..."

"Everything is stewed so badly that the food loses its true color." He couldn't say anything further, because his father was looking at him with the eyes of "you fool, you continue to fool".

Even, [-]% of the people around the emperor have this look.

Zhao Zihu suddenly felt tired: "What do you mean by this? Is it possible that I want me to fry a few on the spot and stew them with the imperial meal, so that you can taste them and compare them..."

PS: Around 141, I was going to open a branch line, but the effect was not good, woo woo woo, the follow-up subscription plummeted to the point of doubting my life... I quickly pulled it back, don't leave, big guy... ahhhh!

(End of this chapter)