Huanxi Farm: Pick up a husband for farming

Chapter 19 The Great Invention

Rongshui speeded up, and he and Rongming went to the town from time to time. Apart from asking the agency to help them pay attention, he also kept his eyes on him, not letting go of any troubles, which was considered a little gain for them.

This day, Rongshui and Rongming went to the market to drag rice noodles home, because the next day was Rongshui's birthday, so she thought about it and wanted to try making cakes, so she cruelly weighed a catty of expensive white sugar.Coincidentally, as soon as I went out, I saw a transfer notice posted in a small restaurant next door, which said that because the owner's health was not good, he was going to the city for medical treatment, and he was eager to transfer out.

Rongshui immediately thought about it. Although the price on the above is a bit expensive, this restaurant occupies a large area, and there is a small yard behind it. If you really want to make fried chicken in the future, you can do it in the yard, and you can keep it. One person guards the store, so that when the store is built, someone with malicious intentions will peek at the ingredients of the formula.

She dragged Rong Ming in and walked around, and found that although the yard was a bit small, it was tidy and clean, and there were two miscellaneous rooms, one of which could be used for living, which was like buying the restaurant in front and giving it away for nothing. There is a yard behind and two miscellaneous rooms, so although the price is more expensive, it is not a sky-high asking price.

Rong Shui carefully looked at the lighting, whether there will be water leakage in rainy days, whether there are mouse nests in the cellar, whether there are termite nests in the pillars, etc., and think that this restaurant is really good, and immediately decided to buy this restaurant with Rong Ming .

The two acted resolutely, and after paying the shopkeeper a deposit, they rushed home in a hurry, fearing that they would be robbed by others if they arrived too late. Rong Ming was carrying a sack full of broken silver coins, and the 200 tael bank note He tucked it in the deepest part of his bosom, fearing that people would find out that he had so much money on him, and it was stolen by evil intentions, so all the men of the Rong family went to battle together, and Rong Zheng's work in the field was not easy. Going to work, Rong Qing Academy also asked for leave, and the three of them set out on the road together to give him courage.

Fortunately, when others saw his tattered sack, they would not have guessed that it contained silver, so the journey was safe and sound.

After selling the facade, Rong Shui didn't have time to do other things, so he quickly put away the house deed and land deed, took it home and handed it to Mrs. Li for safekeeping.

Holding those land deeds and house deeds in Mrs. Li's hands, it was as hot as holding a ball of fire. She hid them here and then took them out to hide them in another place. She didn't feel safe to put them anywhere, so she finally found an iron box and packed them tightly. Hiding in the pile of firewood, I didn't feel relieved to give up.

Rong Shui knew that Mrs. Li was used to being poor. When he first got such a valuable thing, he didn't even know where to put his hands. He couldn't stop chanting, saying: "I have never seen such an expensive thing in my life. , Losing Aniang will make my heart ache to death."

Rong Shui's eyes were warm and sad, and he kept comforting her: "In the future, the life of the Rong family will get better and better, and when the time comes, things that are a hundred times or a thousand times more expensive than this, let Auntie look at them casually." !"

Li smiled reassuringly, she obviously didn't take what Rong Shui said at ease, she still treated her like a child, and said perfunctorily: "With Ah Shui here, A Niang is looking forward to that day."

The next day was Rong Shui's birthday, Rong Shui got up early with Li Shi, Li Shi was busy cooking all kinds of dishes, Rong Shui was nine years old, not a big year, so he didn't plan to make a fuss After making arrangements, I just plan to make some big fish and meat that are usually hard to eat, to reward the stomachs of the family.

Rong Shui grabbed a handful of flour, a few eggs, sugar and salt, and a small bowl of goat's milk bought with great difficulty in the village, and went to the side to do experiments by herself. In her previous life, she used to use a rice cooker It is also simple and easy to bake cakes often.In this world, the most difficult thing is not the craft of making cakes, but the tools.

According to the principle of electric rice cooker, Rongshui once found a blacksmith in the village to make a rice cooker similar to a pressure cooker.It's a pity that in ancient times, the technology of iron smelting was not mature enough, so we could barely make a pot cover with grooves that could be rotated and closed tightly. Barely able to use it, the soft rubber band used to block the air in the lid of the pot, I found cotton cloth strips in the water, wrapped it carefully, and made several revisions and enhancements with such efforts, it is unique in the world today, the first in the world The pressure cooker was barely put into use.

Mrs. Li has cooked soup several times, and found that the speed of cooking soup in a pressure cooker is much faster than that of ordinary iron pots, especially for foods that are difficult to stew, such as pig's trotters, which can be easily stewed in a pressure cooker.

Rongshui intends to apply for this patent, and wants to start a pressure cooker business, but fails in the face of reality.In this era, if you want to buy iron tools, you have to report to the government first. Iron is the foundation of the country. If someone hides iron tools at home, others can report him for treason. If you don’t rebel, why do you hoard so much iron tools? ?Don't you hoard so much iron just to make weapons?

Only then did she understand why for a long time after the liberation of New China, there were old craftsmen shuttled in the streets and alleys, singing "sharpening kitchen knives and scissors" long and long in their mouths, because in the feudal era, any iron tools were It needs to be used repeatedly. If it becomes rusty or blunt, these specialized craftsmen need to polish it and continue to use it.

The pressure cooker she made by herself was made by refining the ordinary iron pot at home and adding a kitchen knife that was too blunt to be used.

Rong Shui died of her desire to conquer the world with technology, and began to focus on making cakes. She first separated the egg whites from the yolks, put a little salt and sugar in the egg whites, took a pair of chopsticks and ran to Rong Ming, letting him Help whip out the cream, although Rong Ming doesn't know what the cream is, but now he has blind trust in what Rong Shui is going to do, so he readily takes the basin and chopsticks, grabs the chopsticks and quickly puts them on the basin Stir in.

After Rongshui mixed the egg yolk and flour, about a quarter of an hour later, Rong Ming walked over with a surprised face holding the basin. The egg whites in the basin had already been beaten into snow-white cream that piled up like a hill. , Rong Shui took it happily, and Rong Ming couldn't help asking curiously: "What is this? Why did the egg white turn into this white thing when it was beaten?"

Rongshui picked up a lump of butter with his chopsticks, and was very happy to see that it was firmly stuck to the chopsticks without falling off. He explained to Rongming the principle of whipping egg whites into cream.

Rong Ming was confused when he heard it, he shook his head and let Rong Shui continue to work, then turned and left.

Waiting for the water to prepare everything, and the cake was stewed in the pressure cooker. After a while, there was a sweet and rich smell coming out of the pot, mixed with the faint milky smell of goat milk, the smell of eggs The slight fragrance penetrated into the noses of everyone in the Rong family, Rong Wan and Rong Xiaomei rushed to the kitchen curiously to see what new gadgets Rong Shui was making.

Seeing their curious expressions, Rong Shui said with a faint smile: "I made a cake, and this is the pastry to eat on birthdays."

She didn't expect that because of her words, everyone in the Rong family gradually got used to making a cake for their birthdays, and later when her status reached a level that she couldn't imagine now, she would make cakes again, and many of the following People have also learned from it, and it works from top to bottom, so that after many years, cakes, a soft food, became popular in various regions of the Great Yan Dynasty. At the same time, the qualitative thinking of eating cakes on birthdays was deeply implanted in the public in mind.

Rong Xiaomei sniffled and stared at the pressure cooker eagerly, wanting to see through her eyes. She wanted to reach out to touch it several times, but once the sharp-eyed Rong Shui found out, she immediately raised her hand and hit her on the back of the hand, and she withdrew her mouth aggrieved hands to go.

After a little more than a quarter of an hour, Rong Shui said: "It's done." He got up and extinguished the firewood, and lifted the pressure cooker vigorously.

Rong Xiaomei cheered and circled around her. She looked pitiful and cute begging for food. Rong Shui couldn't help laughing at the sight. She took the pressure reducing valve cut from bamboo, let off the gas, and opened the lid. It was so tangy and refreshing, she closed her eyes intoxicated, took a deep breath of the aroma of food that can only be eaten in this civilized age, and then opened her eyes to look, only to see the cake was soft and soft, lightly shook the pot, the surface There will be fine tremors on the cake, indicating that the cake is very elastic.

Rongshui suppressed the excitement in her heart, and turned the pot over completely. Before she put the reconciled dough in, she brushed a layer of rapeseed oil on the bottom of the pot, so that the cake would not be mushy when taking it out. It stuck to the wall of the pot, slipped out very smoothly, and landed on the large porcelain plate she had prepared earlier in the morning.

She took a small piece and put it in her mouth to taste it. The sweet and bouncy cake melted immediately after putting it in her mouth. The taste was excellent, and the sweetness was just right, not greasy at all.

Rong Shui's heart was full of confidence, and while he was secretly proud that he lit up his cooking skills after traveling to ancient times, he picked up chopsticks instead of knives, cut open the soft cake, took a piece, and put it in a rice bowl. , but as long as it tastes good.

Miss Rong watched her install the first piece of cake, drooling, and said vaguely while sucking her saliva: "Second sister, second sister, I'll take it for my mother..."

Rong Shui was a little moved. At such a young age, Rong Xiaomei was so greedy that she couldn't speak clearly. She still remembered to give Aniang the first delicious one. It can be seen that Li's usual education, Rong Xiaomei also remembers to the heart.

She smiled slightly, took another piece and put it into a bowl, stuffed the two bowls to Xiaomei Rong, and said: "This is for A Niang, and this is for Xiaomei to eat by herself."

Miss Rong went happily with two bowls in her hands.

On the other hand, Rong Shui calculated the remaining portion, thinking about how to divide it in her mind, Rong Qing was in school, Rong Zheng and Rong Ming were all working, and she would not be back until noon, she thought for a while, moved her wrist slightly, and opened it again A few pieces were packed in a bowl, and apart from her and Rong Wan's, there was an extra portion, which she was going to send up the mountain to give Li Jun a taste.

"A water."

Rong Wan shouted hesitantly at the side.

Rong Shui turned his head to look at her, and asked curiously, "What's wrong, sister?"

Rong Wan lowered her head, a faint pink color flew up on her cheeks, her gaze also fell to the ground, her two hands twisted together and squeezed back and forth, without making a sound for a long while.

(End of this chapter)