Chapter 81 The Wrong Pickled Duck Eggs

Author: Sibai Mama

Chapter 81 The Wrong Pickled Duck Eggs

When I had dinner this morning, the atmosphere on the dining table was a little wrong.

After finally learning to use chopsticks to pick up the fried egg on the plate in front of me, I took a bite, and then carefully glanced at the Lord.

Although Kuai Bian, who sat on the other side, was vulgar, he was very sensitive to the atmosphere.

He looked at Gelan with inquiring eyes, and Gelan returned his look.

The lord must have been unhappy about something, his face was haggard and his eyes were obviously dark. I'm afraid he couldn't have a good rest last night.

"It's not impossible!"

Li Qi suddenly said.

Glen and Kuai Ren immediately sat upright.

"Yes, I don't believe you can withstand explosives!"

There are also methods for making magic gunpowder, and talents are in their hands, but the materials are a bit expensive, but for the sake of the mountains of gold and silver, what is the early investment?

"call"

Li Qi picked up the cup and took a sip of warm milk.

Try to calm down.

"Uncle Kuaibian, I want to ask you to train soldiers." Li Qi looked at Kuaibian and said, "The soldiers in the Porcupine-headed team must be mentioned 100."

“100?”

With a population of about 600 and 100 soldiers, it is impossible to support such a team if it is replaced by other territories.

waste!

The reason why Li Qi's father Liard could support a team of 80 people was because his source of wealth was not farming, but war and rewards, and he used war to support war.

After the war, the poor porcupines could not afford to eat, so we could see how failed this development method was.

It is a peaceful era. Although there are small frictions, it is almost impossible to rely on fighting to support the war.

"Why not train militia?" Kuaibian suggested.

During the busy farming period without war, militia can farm and raise pigs, and when the war comes, they can raise swords and go to the battlefield.

Li Qi shook his head.

The extraordinary knight appears and returns magic. The militia wearing small leather armor goes to the battlefield, and is the pig lamb tied up to be slaughtered.

"I want to train soldiers not for war," Li Qi said: "It's for the caravan. After Qiao comes back, the task of escorting the caravan is very heavy, and soldiers must be accompanied."

Even if you negotiate a business with Green Linburg, there will always be accidents on the way.

"Yes!" Kuaibian nodded.

He was a soldier, knowing that he should obey orders, rather than questioning the Baron's orders.

"Mr. Glen, how is the tavern built?"

The road that Kuaibian couldn't walk when he came back was building a tavern.

As Qiao left with the goods and news, there will definitely be many merchants coming to the Porcupine Collar in the future.

"It will be built in more than ten days," said Ge Lan.

"Well, as soon as possible, you can find Mr. Jiuzhu and ask him to pick two apprentices to go to the tavern to be a chef."

"yes!"

"And" Li Qi paused and said, "Help me go to the scholar tower in Tieshi City and find tower literary scholars to purchase some alchemy materials."

Glen nodded well and said yes without any doubt.

The Baron likes to read and chat with scholars. Perhaps the Baron has a heart to explore knowledge, although this goes against the proposition of the Four Gods.

Truth should not come from learning, but from God’s gift.

But those words are said to ordinary people, and nobles are never bound by rules.

It was as if Li Qi "invented" the water wheel, water mill, plow, hive, etc., but the villagers only believed that this was the wisdom given by God, not the wisdom of the Lord.

With Kuai Blade waiting for the return of the soldiers, the castle training ground became lively.

Radish and Joel gritted their teeth and persevered during the training of a group of bad soldiers.

When Li Qi saw it, he didn't say anything. He didn't accept it and found a way to beat the group of people. The respect among the soldiers came from fists and glory, but certainly not from pity and tears.

...

"You damn bastard! What is this! Use the pig's eyes to see, what is this!"

The roar in the kitchen went far away.

The little servants lowered their heads, fearing that they would be involved.

"What's wrong?" After Li Qi finished training, he washed his face and heard a noise.

The wine glass replied: "Sir, it's Mr. Jiuzhu who is training people."

She was brave and hoped that the lord could go in and manage. The kitchen apprentices were scolded every day, which looked so miserable.

Li Qi walked to the kitchen.

Unlike other nobles, he likes to visit the kitchen very much.

In this world of entertainment and barrenness, food is one of the few things that can satisfy his spirit.

The kitchen of Porcupine Castle is more than a little cleaner than other castles, because everyone knows that the kitchen is the one that the Lord has liked to come to besides the study.

Little lame legs lowered their heads and stood aside, while the wine barrel was still cursing wildly.

"What's wrong? You're so angry?" Li Qi asked.

Seeing Li Qi coming, the wine barrel immediately lowered his voice volume, but his tone was absolutely unpleasant: "Sir, it's this idiot. I asked him to pickle salted duck eggs, and he could make mistakes!"

Salted duck eggs were Li Qi's sudden whim.

After feeling satisfied with the basic food taste, Li Qi wants to eat pastries made from salted egg yolks, which can also allow the wine barrel to open a new door to making delicious pastries, rather than engaging in the barbecue every day.

He just likes to eat cooked foods, not for anything else, but for safety.

It's like he hasn't eaten raw pickled yet.

It just so happens that there are a lot of duck eggs in the livestock village, so they are used to pickle salted duck eggs.

"He wasted dozens of duck eggs!" Jiu Bull said angrily.

How many dozens of duck eggs?

Li Qi frowned slightly. It was indeed a waste. Although the life of a porcupine collar has improved, there must be no waste of food, and what is wasted is his own food.

"Little lame leg, what's going on?"

"Sir!" Little lame legs knelt on the ground, saying, "I, I've been pickled according to the words of the adults, and I didn't expect this to happen."

"You...you dare to blame the adults!" Jiuzhuo was trembling with anger, and the meat on his body was trembling.

"I'll look at the duck eggs"

The wine barrel brought the duck eggs in the clay pot to Li Qi.

A pungent lime smell.

The wine barrel came over to help peel a duck egg, it was black!

"It's broken!" Jiuzhu said angrily: "It should be white and tender, with rich golden oil. Look at what this is!"

"Hahaha!"

Li Qi laughed out loud.

This is a peeled egg. Although it is still a ball of paste inside, it has already begun to look like it.

"Little lame leg, tell me, how did you pickle it?"

"Yes, sir." Little lame legs raised their heads, rubbed the back of their hands and swollen eyes and said, "I wrapped it with salt and mud and mud on duck eggs, and then put it in a jar..."

Li Qi looked at him: "And what? Nothing changed?"

"……have"

Little lame legs quietly glanced at the baron and knew that the part he had deliberately concealed was discovered.

"The jar has a big smell, which is different from Mr. Billet's, but I didn't dare to say that I was afraid of being punished, so I sealed the jar and hid it."

Li Qi stood up with his knees: "What kind of soil are you using?"

"A kind of white," said the little lame leg carefully: "I can't find the clean land that Mr. Jiuzhu said nearby, so I ran far away and felt that the soil was white like salt, very clean."

"After touching that kind of white soil, is your hand broken?" Li Qi looked at the little lame hand, and the back of the young man's hand looked like the bark of an old tree.
To be continued...