Starting from the Western Han Dynasty

Chapter 36 Dahan Lihou Brand Fried Noodles

The Penicillium mold is developing very well in the petri dish, but there is not enough time, so we still need to wait.

Among the injured, the wounds of some had begun to suppurate. Li Huan could only continue to apply medicine to remove the pus and blood, but the best way was always antibiotics.

Even so, Li Huan has nothing to worry about. These people with extremely tenacious vitality will not survive the five or six days of penicillin cultivation period.

What surprised Li Huan was that this little guy Zhang Anshi could actually walk. Although he would sweat on his head after taking a few steps, the strong physical fitness of the Western Han people really shocked him.

So, Li Huan asked the soldiers to carry Xiao Zhang Anshi to the fried noodles workshop.

Making fried noodles is not difficult in itself. You only need to mix and fry all the grains you can collect, such as corn, wheat, soybeans, etc., and then add an appropriate amount of salt. If you are rich, you can also add some dried meat.

Then grind it all with a stone mill and pack it into bags for later use.

When the soldiers want to eat, they can just add water to mix it and then they can eat it; this is very convenient especially when they are fighting outside and it is not convenient to bury a pot to make rice.

The iron smelted in the new iron-smelting furnace was of excellent quality. After Li Huan only demonstrated how to smelt weapons using the steel-filling method and the steel-cladding method a few times, he informed Huo Qubing of all the matters that needed to be paid attention to, and then concentrated his efforts on smelting. On the plow.

Naturally, Li Huan also found a way to get some large iron pots.

As long as the purity of the molten iron is high, pour the molten iron according to the pre-made mold. After cooling, it will be a rough iron pot, which can be used for cooking after polishing. There is no technical content at all.

Then, the scene of ten large iron pots being cooked together appeared in front of Han Yan.

Sima Qian, who was following him, carefully recorded every step with a pen, not daring to miss anything.

Soon, the aroma of food filled the air. Everyone had just eaten breakfast. They couldn't say they felt hungry, but they were enjoying the smell.

Especially those who come down from the village, before they come down from the mountain, they have never known the feeling of being full since they were born.

Although they can eat every meal now, as long as they smell the aroma of food, their faces will still show a very intoxicated look.

After frying, the stone grinder starts to work.

After the first grinding, it still couldn't meet Li Huan's requirements. After two or three more times, the various fried grains had turned into fine flour, and the essential aroma of the food became more and more attractive.

Zhang Anshi sniffed and licked his lips. The soldier holding him grinned, and grabbed a handful of fried noodles and brought it to his mouth.

When Li Huan turned around, he saw him licking his noodles like a puppy. He was so frightened that he immediately stopped Zhang Anshi:
"If you choke on fried noodles now and sneeze, the wound on your body will burst open and cause massive bleeding!"

The soldier holding Zhang Anshi lowered his head angrily, put the fried noodles in his hand back into the wooden basin, and left quickly.

When he turned around, he saw that Sima Qian and Han Yan had already mixed the fried noodles with salt and water and started eating them as he said.

As a result, Han Yan's expression became strange after taking a few bites.

"Li Hou, the fried noodles are indeed good, but you can only add refined salt. Have you ever thought that the army only supplies coarse salt. In that case, the fried noodles will taste a bit gritty."

What is kosher salt?What is refined salt?

Emperor Liu Che only ate refined salt, which was either whiter than cold snow or slightly cyan, without any unusual bitter taste or any other impurities in it.

Coarse salt not only contains some fine sand, but also small pebbles the size of rice grains, and even some primitive salt ores... and the taste is inevitably bitter, dry and spicy, just like diluted brine.

Adding such coarse salt to the originally good fried noodles will instantly lower the taste by several grades. It is like changing from a five-star restaurant to a roadside stall in an instant, with the addition of technology and hard work. kind……

Sima Qian looked at the fried noodles made into small balls in his hand, and while gnawing on them with relish, felt that Han Yan's remarks were completely like nitpicking.

Have you ever seen what the border soldiers ate when they were fighting?

Do you know how the food is cooked when fighting breaks out?
Not to mention fine sand and small stones, even if horse manure falls into the pot, no one will dislike it when life and death are at stake.However, Li Huan really thought of something. He reached out and twisted the fine salt on his fingertips...

He was a prince of the Han Empire, and the salt he ate was of the same grade as the emperor's, so he really didn't think much about it...

"Cuihua, bring the salt that the craftsmen on the construction site eat!"

Li Huan turned around and gave an order, while he quickly thought about the fine purification process of coarse salt.

It's really not difficult at all...

He didn't even bother to write down the steps on paper.

Even if you give him a little salty mud or ore, Li Huan can extract salt as fine as snow.

"Master, these are the salts that the craftsmen eat." Cuihua brought a knee-high clay pot. The salt in it... well, to put it mildly, is it an ore?

The big one is as big as a fist, and the small one is about the size of an egg. When cooking, I break off a small piece and throw it into the pot. There is barely a salty taste mixed with other strange flavors...

As for the pursuit of both sex and flavor, no kidding, it’s already a blessing to have someone who stutters.

Seeing the serious expression on Li Huan's face, Sima Qian immediately touched his mouth, picked up his pen, and glanced at Han Yan beside him from the corner of his eye.

Han Yan couldn't help but glance at Sima Qian and whispered: "Does Marquis Li really have a way?"

"I don't know!" Sima Qian shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

Han Yandai frowned slightly: "You've been staying here for a long time..."

Sima Qian smiled bitterly: "I really don't know!"

Han Yan snorted lightly, her peach blossom eyes showing majesty: "Then go back to the official residence and write your history book. What's the use of staying here?"

Sima Qian shrank his neck: "Sir, please calm down. I have compiled all the production processes in all Li Hou's workshops into a booklet with detailed illustrations. Anyone who reads it will be able to copy it successfully... "

"Okay." Han Yan shook her head, stopped Sima Qian's verbose words behind her, and used her eyes to indicate that he could see Li Huan's every step clearly.

"After breaking it into small pieces, grind it all with a stone mill, then mix it into water and stir it."

Li Huan gave the order casually, and Cuihua immediately asked the people around her to do it.

After a while, a large bucket of strangely black and purple-blue liquid was brought to Li Huan.

Li Huan stretched out his finger to dip some liquid in it, put it in his mouth and took a sip. The taste almost gave him away, and his five senses instantly started to fight with each other...

Cuihua, who was so frightened that she was staring at her side, hurriedly brought the water, but someone was faster than him. Han Yan handed over the warm water, her peach blossom eyes full of concern:
"Junhou, you..."

Li Huan continued to rinse his mouth and asked Cuihua to bring him honey to pass through his mouth. However, he still felt that his tongue was like a wild boar that Huo Qubing killed, completely ravaged and no longer resembled a pig.

"Use silk cloth to filter, just like when we make paper, we use paper pulp flat bamboo curtains to filter the brine, and filter it several times!"

Li Huan frowned, and Cuihua immediately ordered the people next to her to do it.

Han Yan, who had just sat down, found that Li Huan looked at her in an unfriendly way, so she coughed slightly and asked tentatively with some embarrassment:
"At worst, I'll just have a taste..."

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