Chapter 538 The backstage of those printing workshops, guess who they are
Chapter 538 Who do you think they are behind the scenes of the printing house? (Please subscribe and vote)
"???" Li Ke, Li Zhen, Li Siwen, and Li Qi, the people with the normal taste, all had black lines on their faces.
He turned his head and looked at the Yuchi twins who were smiling happily. Damn it... is it that the rougher they look, the more they like the way of the old Cheng family?
Li Ke rushed over and walked side by side with Cheng Chubi, and asked curiously in a low voice, "Brother, brothers Cheng Fa and Cheng Da are not here.
Two thousand pigs, can you handle it all by yourself?"
"Don't worry, I have already sent someone to find the butcher, and he will be waiting for me there, as well as my junior brother and my disciple.
After a day of intensive training yesterday, I am already well versed in castration techniques..."
Hearing this, Li Ke turned his head subconsciously and noticed Cheng Xin riding the pony and Zhang Jin sitting on the carriage.
The expressions of both of them looked like...well, okay, those who study medicine should have something like that.
"Uncle Master, do you think one of us can really castrate one or two hundred pigs?"
Zhang Jin chuckled, looking at the tall and heroic figure of his senior brother in front of him and said.
"Don't worry. If your master says it's okay, then we can definitely do it. We castrated those twenty or so rabbits yesterday. It doesn't feel difficult."
"Yes!" Deng Chengxin nodded vigorously. At this time, he heard the sound coming from the front.
I heard the young master and the noble princes and princes discussing the deliciousness of the pig eggs with great interest.
As the voice floated in, the faces of Zhengxin and Zhang Jin couldn't help but darken.
No wonder, no wonder Cheng Sanlang looked at the cut rabbit balls and other things in the copper basin yesterday with a look of disgust on his face, and kept muttering about how they were too small.
It seems that he dislikes that the things he cut off yesterday are not enough for him to stuff between his teeth...
After the large team left Chang'an, they galloped for more than ten miles and arrived at Chengjiazhuang, which is surrounded by mountains.
The servants of the old Cheng family and the family members of the generals gathered here to form a village.
In the middle is a separate courtyard of Lu Guogong's mansion located outside Chang'an City.
When a group of them arrived, the stewards here also came to greet them and led them to the centralized breeding area.
There were still more than a hundred steps away, and you could already hear the childish yet sharp pig sounds coming and going.
After hearing such a voice, a group of representatives of the Tang Dynasty's dandies did not feel upset. On the contrary, one or two of them all showed salivating expressions.
And here, the steward of Chengjiazhuang has already arranged everything. He has already prepared two cannonballs, which are also piggy barbecues, and a lot of fruits.
Of course, there are also more than ten strong men on the banker, who have a wrist-breaking knife, are fat and strong, and have a fleshy face.
Under the guidance of Cheng Chubi, more than ten strong men, and the joint efforts of Zhang Jin and Cheng Xin.
The two thousand live pigs in the Cheng family pig farm will all have a different pig life.
After the pots of pig eggs are processed, they are marinated and flavored, then skewered with bamboo skewers, and then placed on the charcoal fire, flipped and baked repeatedly.
In a short time, the unique aroma soon made the foodies who had used two cannonballs as a tooth sacrifice almost drooled.
"It smells really good...and it has an indescribable taste. It feels refreshing when you bite it."
Yuchi Baolin took a sip of wine and ate a bunch of eggs happily, praising the delicious baked eggs frequently.
The brothers who cut off the chicken heads and burned them on yellow paper also had their mouths full of oil. Even the butchers who were working hard were still energetic and satisfied.
I also shared this delicious roasted pig egg, from the initial hesitant attempt to chewing it with eyes shining brightly.
I finally understand that by following the Third Young Master, no matter what you cook, he can cook you delicious food.
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"Brother Chu Bi, why do I feel that the roasting tastes more delicious this time than the last time..."
Li Ke burped and stood unsteadily in front of Cheng Chubi, looking at Brother Chubi's big hands frequently turning handfuls of pig balls on the grill made of rectangular iron sheets.
The sizzling sound, mixed with the tangy breath, made Li Ke, who had already puffed up his belly, couldn't help but take another deep breath.
But at least this outstanding tool of the Tang Dynasty royal family did not forget the reason why he wandered around in front of Brother Bi, and lowered his voice and whispered.
"Brother Chu Bi, I've made some inquiries. I'm afraid we won't be able to buy those Yinfangfangs."
"???" Cheng Chubi's hand froze as he flipped the skewers frequently. Can't buy it? What do you mean, are you poor?
"Not enough money?"
"No, no, no, it's not a matter of more money or less, it's that they are simply not willing to sell." Li Ke shook his head helplessly.
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi immediately became unhappy and called over a chef sent by the Cheng family to continue baking the fragrant pig eggs in his own way.
He pulled Li Ke and quietly walked aside and asked curiously, "What do those guys mean? Why aren't they willing to buy it for you?"
"It's not that you won't sell it to me, it's that you won't sell it..." Li Ke sighed resentfully and lowered his voice.
"You wouldn't know if you didn't inquire. It turns out that there are people behind the dozen or so book printing shops in Chang'an."
"Heh, it's like there's no one behind you."
Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes in disdain at this brother who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper. This guy is so capable, but he can't even pretend to be a fox or a tiger?
Hearing this, Li Ke was not happy: "Brother Chu Bi, don't forget, let's do this this time.
But if we have to do things quietly, I can't really stand at the front desk, brother."
"Besides, who do you think are the people behind the printing press?"
Without waiting for Cheng Chubi to guess, Li Ke kept to himself. "Their backstage is those aristocratic families..."
Hearing that Li Ke only mentioned the aristocratic family but not the family status, Cheng Chubi immediately reacted and his face could not help but darken.
"Aristocratic families, you mean Lu, Cui, Zheng, Wang, Fang and other aristocratic families, right?"
Li Ke nodded and whispered softly.
"Yes, it is they, aristocratic families that have been passed down for countless generations, that control these printing houses."
"Otherwise, how could I not be able to handle it, little brother? None of these aristocratic families have extremely profound foundations."
"Don't say he's the younger brother, he's the father... um." Li Ke didn't continue, but just gave Cheng Chubi a look that you should understand.
Cheng Chubi took in a breath with toothache. Damn it, he was thinking about it, but he really didn't think of it.
His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, was actually stuck in this place when he was promoting his grand plan.
"Could it be said that all the printing houses in Chang'an City are controlled by those aristocratic families?"