The more difficult thing is probably the construction of the pontoon bridge.
Cang had a different opinion on this, saying:
"Senior brother, if this pontoon bridge is completed."
"To build it, you only need to push down the water to connect it. What's the difficulty?"
"Last time, I could only wait for a stick of incense to set it up. It would be faster if the soldiers set it up..."
Shen Bing replied:
"Last time, we took advantage of the Yan army's unpreparedness to build a bridge."
"In the future, do you still hope that no one will defend you and let you build the bridge?"
After saying this, Cang became silent.
What Shen Bing said is that building a bridge in actual combat involves risking your life to build a bridge under the enemy's trebuchets and arrows, and there is even the issue of landing on the beach. It is not as simple as imagined.
Shen Bing was not sure what his superiors were going to do, so he had to train his soldiers to master the steps of building a bridge.
Meng Liang had no interest in any of this and just shouted from the side:
"Chefu, I heard that the scallion pancakes you make are unparalleled in the world?"
"How about we show off our skills again tonight?"
"When the time comes, I will bring you two jars of fine wine, wouldn't it be nice?"
Shen Bing may not have baked scallion pancakes for a long time, mainly because grease is not often available in military camps and the price is not cheap, but making pancakes requires a lot of grease...
Unexpectedly, Meng Liang had already thought about this and continued:
"My subordinates have prepared the ointment and are waiting for the stingy husband to take action!"
There is nothing to say. Shen Bing is also greedy. Scallion pancakes are one of the few foods in this era that can be called "crispy".
Meng Liang really didn't lie. He prepared a whole wok of good ointment, and it was still fresh.
Mengliang explained:
"The house next door to Mr. Li's house on Wangcheng Street is having a pig slaughter today."
"My subordinates saw it was fresh and bought a few stones."
"I wonder if this is enough or not?"
Of course Shen Bing didn't believe what Meng Liang said. The people of Handan had already starved to death due to drought, and the people of Handan were no exception. How could they afford to raise pigs?
However, Shen Bing didn't care how Meng Liang got these, and asked people to cut the ointment into small pieces and boil it into lard.
This long-lost aroma of oil... Although Shen Bing was now a doctor, there was still no oil foam in the food.
Then, Shen Bing used the chopped oil residue to make scallion pancakes.
The unique taste almost made the craftsmen bite off their tongues.
Meng Liang was eating one piece after another... Finally, he was still staring at the empty wok and sighed:
"Oh! I just wanted to drink wine before."
"Now it seems that this wine is not worthy of the aroma of scallion pancakes!"
As expected, he stopped drinking. He looked like he was afraid that the smell of alcohol would dilute the lingering aroma of the scallion pancakes.
After finishing, he asked:
"Stingy husband, when should I wait to do it again?"
"I can get as much ointment as I want!"
Shen Bing touched his stomach and burped:
"Let's talk about it in a few days. Although this food is crispy and delicious, you can't eat too much."
Meng Liang responded immediately:
"Okay, then in two days, I will prepare more ointment..."
Shen Bing cursed inwardly, he was just another foodie, but he could get the grease and it would not be a loss, the remaining lard could also be used for cooking.
What Shen Bing didn't know was that Meng Liang sneaked out in the dead of night.
After checking it with his personal guards, he got into a tent next to the commander's tent.
After entering the tent, Meng Liang hurriedly knelt down:
"I am here to see you, your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, my subordinates have discovered the method of making scallion pancakes."
Ying Zheng, who was reviewing the memorial under the oil lamp, became excited when he heard:
"Oh? Tell me quickly, how can I make it as thin as a cicada's wings and have several layers?"
Mengliang replied:
"Different from the imperial chef's method of making layers of layers, Shen Bing applies oil on it, rolls it into a ball, and then rolls it flat..."
"My subordinates thought it was the ointment that prevented the layers from bonding together."
“Then naturally multiple layers are formed as thin as cicada wings!”
Ying Zheng said "Oh" and nodded:
"It makes sense, it makes sense... let the imperial chef make it this way immediately!"
Mengliang added:
"Your Majesty, this time my subordinates discovered..."
"Shen Bing put the ointment in a wok and boiled it, and the thing called oil residue was made, which is also extremely delicious."
"If you put it in a scallion pancake, it will be even more fragrant..."
Even Ying Zheng was drooling at this.
"Is there such a preparation method? Where is the royal chef?"
It turns out that Meng Liang was a spy arranged by Ying Zheng to "snoop information" around Shen Bing.
As a great king, he doesn't have that much time to go around Shen Bing. Even as a horse dealer, it's not a good thing to always go there to eat and drink. Just like last time, he was chased away.
At the same time, Ying Zheng didn't want Shen Bing to make any delicious food without him knowing about it, so he planned to send someone to keep an eye on it at all times.
Who should I send?
Eunuchs like Zhao Gao definitely can't do it, and they will definitely be discovered after a long time.
The courtiers around me are not good either. Not only are they old, but they are also old-fashioned. How can they sneak into the craftsmen?
Even if I could get in, their old bones wouldn't be able to stand it!
What would it be like if people knew that he, the great king, arranged for people to "spy" for the sake of food?!
Suddenly I thought of the courtier's family...so I called Meng Jia and talked about it like this.
Mengjia couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this.
This is the king's trust in him, and by the way, his son has also fallen into the king's eyes.
So how could he not agree? Immediately, Meng Liang was assigned to Yang Duanhe in the name of inheriting his merits.
Before leaving, Meng Jia also gave many instructions to Meng Liang:
"Son!"
"Although this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our Meng family, we must remember that there is often a thin line between opportunity and danger!"
"You must keep a few things in mind when you go."
"First: Your Majesty attaches great importance to this Shen Bing, and you will never offend him."
"Second: Your Majesty doesn't want to expose his identity, so don't let his feet be exposed."
"Third: You must keep your mouth shut about this matter, and don't let others know about it."
"Remember, remember..."
Although Meng Liang usually does not do his job and is idle, he does not dare to be sloppy in the tasks assigned by the king... Just kidding, the whole family will be killed at every turn, who dares to be sloppy?
Therefore, Meng Liang always kept in mind the three things Meng Jia told him.
After he was incorporated into the engineering corps and took up his post as Zuo Chefu, he did not dare to contact Shen Bing intentionally, for fear of exposing the truth and making Shen Bing suspicious.
Then he spent some money to get into the artillery division in the name of meritorious service, but he was promoted to the rank of miser without wanting to sink his troops.
Meng Liang was not willing to let go of such a good opportunity, so after some operations, he suddenly "worked hard" and "work hard".
After knowing the method, the imperial chef quickly prepared the oily pancakes.
Ying Zheng couldn't wait to eat a few pieces, nodding his head while chewing, and at the same time, his throat kept making satisfied "hmm" sounds.
After a while, Ying Zheng sighed:
“Delicious, extremely delicious.”
"This Shen Bing is also very good. How can he know so many methods of making it?"
Then he ordered Meng Liang:
"Let's explore again. If there are any more delicious foods, I'll report them right away!"
Meng Liang responded and was about to leave, but was called back by Ying Zheng.
"If there is a chance..." Ying Zheng said thoughtfully: "Tell Shen Bing about Wei."
Meng Liang's head was "coaxed" into chaos:
Talking about military affairs? I know nothing about this!