Chapter 63 Even the master didn't have such skills back then
Chapter 63
"Using these ingredients to pickle duck eggs, it is made into a unique delicacy. You will definitely like it..." Yang Qian pointed to the prepared ingredients with a confident face.
"When you peel off the eggshell, you can appreciate its amber color and texture like snowflakes. The yolk inside is a beautiful gray-green, even green to black..."
Zhili, who had just put down the duck egg basket, listened to Yang Qian's description, his face turned from white to blue, and then from green to green, and then he started retching.
"..." Yang Qian's face turned dark. Is this the attitude you should have towards traditional Chinese food, young man?
After wiping the sour water from the corner of his mouth, Zhili, whose face was still pale green, looked at Yang Qian who looked unhappy with fear.
"Sir, please don't lie to me. I've grown up and you know that only broken eggs have that color, but you still want to eat them?"
"If you're still hungry, why don't I go find Aunt Song and ask her to fry you two more boxes of leeks, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."
Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at Zhili, who was still trying to persuade him to give up his thoughts even though his face was turning green.
Is it because I didn't describe it well enough, or is it because Zhili doesn't understand the beauty of language?
"Zhili, do you think I can't tell the difference between a good egg and a bad one?"
"But Master, I think..."
"I don't want you to think, I want me to feel." Yang Qian triggered the Overbearing President skill again and interrupted. "Listen to me, one person has the final say. This matter does not need to be discussed."
"..." Zhili looked at Yang Qian with a desperate look on his face, wanting to speak but not daring to make a sound, which made Yang Qian feel dumbfounded.
This fact is really unexplainable. After all, it will take some time for the success of preserved eggs. No matter how much we say now, it won’t convince people.
Thirty duck eggs, after being wrapped with the ingredients, were carefully placed in the container, and then all moved into the utility room for storage. The result will be known after only half a month.
After being busy for so long, Zhili also gave up the idea of persuasion. Thinking about the young master's series of serious behaviors, Zhili could only work hard to convince himself.
The young master is not a secular person. Since he did this, there must be a reason for it. Anyway, after making it, I must eat it before the young master.
If I sacrifice myself heroically for these duck eggs that will deteriorate and turn black, I will use my own life to awaken the young master's reason and stop him from making mistakes.
Yang Qian had just closed the utility room and locked it. When he turned around, he saw Zhili glaring at him with a high-spirited and fighting expression. Yang Qian immediately became furious.
"I asked you, what do you want to do?" Why, is this pretty boy unconvinced and wants to challenge me?
"The villain didn't do anything. He just wanted to understand something. Young Master, what you did must have your intention.
It’s just that the villain has little knowledge and can’t see through it. Please forgive me for the rude behavior of the villain just now..."
"..."
Yang Qian glanced at Zhili, who was mumbling solemnly in front of him, and looked up at the sky. Where on earth is this thing?
Pulling Zhili aside with an expressionless expression, Yang Qian felt that he should take a lunch break to recuperate after being busy for so long, so he ignored this nagging personal scholar and senior servant for now.
Two days later, the Zheng family sent a messenger with a letter from Zheng Yuanxun to Yang Qian.
The content in the letter made my mother, Mrs. Han, very happy. She had to confirm it twice before she could believe it was true.
"Then Zheng Yuanxun is really generous. If our family can get thirty more cattle, we won't have to worry about missing the farming season this year."
"Yes, madam, that Young Master Zheng did this because he deliberately made friends with the Young Master. In other words, it was thanks to the Young Master's blessing." Uncle Song, the housekeeper, was very happy when he heard the news.
Previously, I had been worried about the shortage of cattle. I tried my best to buy seven cattle after traveling around Xingyang.
The result was good, the young master casually borrowed thirty cattle, and now the Zheng family in Xingyang is even more willing to transfer thirty cattle to the Yang family.
Even the old man didn't have such ability back then...
"If mother agrees, the child will prepare to leave for Xingyang tomorrow. In addition, I am afraid that a capable man will be needed to go there."
"That's natural, but Manager Liu is busy with the school affairs. Who do you think Uncle Song can follow Dalang to Xingyang?" Mr. Han also agreed.
The steward, Uncle Song, thought for a while, stroking his long beard and said, "Steward Chen is handling affairs in the city, and Steward Liu is busy with the construction of a school, so he can't get away. I have to watch the land reclamation work, or let me
How about the dog taking a walk?"
Han nodded and said with a smile. "In the past few years, this kid Sixing has been working with Hu Zhang's house, so it's time for him to start his career.
A few days ago, Hu Zhangfang praised this kid to me for being cautious and modest, and that he is a good young man."
The butler, Uncle Song, smiled and his eyes narrowed into slits. "Thank you, madam, for the compliment. The dog is able to be where he is today, thanks to the care of me and my wife."
Of course Yang Qian would not object. The son of housekeeper Song Shu is called Wen Sixing, who is eight years older than Yang Qian and can be considered a good scholar. He has been Yang Qian's father's personal book boy before.
Until a few years ago, due to a serious illness, Yang Ning asked him to recuperate in the mansion. After recovering from the illness, he worked in the accounting room for three years.
Yang Qian led Zhili Wen Sixing and others by car to Xingze City, and went to Xingyang together with Hu Wei, who was going back to Xingyang to continue his studies.
"My dear brother, you are so lucky..." Hu Wei, who was not sitting in his own carriage but squeezed into the same carriage as Yang Qian, was very animated and talked about Yang Qian being recommended as a tribute scholar by Wang Wei, the prefect of the county.
This incident gave rise to such sentiments.
"Brother Yu, I have been studying at the Zheng family for the past few years. It has been five years now. In the past five years, almost all of the fifteen tribute scholars produced by Xingyang County came from Xingyang City. And the Zheng family contributed nine of them.
number……"
"Are they all from the Zheng family?" Hearing this, Yang Qian was speechless.
"Of course not. There are only three people with the surname Zheng. The rest are all talented people who are attached to the Zheng clan." Hu Wei shook his head and said decisively.
"After all, studying is a luxury these days. If those poor people want to get ahead, it is almost impossible for them to do it alone."
When he thought of the 10,000 to 20,000 pieces of books in his home, Yang Qian couldn't help but nodded in agreement. "Yes, these days, you can't afford to study without money."
Before the Sui and Tang Dynasties, reading was a privilege of the scholar class. After all, how could poor people afford to read the books given their high value?
Unless you are talented and intelligent and are chosen by a famous teacher, or you recommend yourself and become a member of a noble family, you will never get ahead.
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