"I don't know if it was said by that idiot. The uncastrated pork is not delicious. The person who says this will definitely not cook." Wang Xuan looked at the basin of braised pork on the table and said disdainfully.

In fact, Wang Xuan said it was a bit biased. He had not yet invented the cooking and star anise cinnamon in the Tang Dynasty, where star anise cinnamon was just a medicinal herb. The pork without castration was indeed fishy and difficult to swallow.

After all, the Tang Dynasty people at that time almost all had foods of cauldron and barbecue, and some fish stewed with a higher-end one.

Barbecue is easy to understand, it is similar to modern barbecue, but the seasonings placed by the people of the Tang Dynasty are not as high as modern ones.

As for the food of the cauldron, it is better to understand it. It is to add various ingredients to the cauldron to cook it in one bite.

Anyone with some cooking knowledge knows that the food you cook like this must choose good ingredients, otherwise the taste can be imagined.

It is precisely this kind of food culture that makes pork a cheap meat in the eyes of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Because this kind of pork without spices must not be delicious, regardless of whether it is castrated or not.

Pork is not like beef and mutton. Just boil it and add some salt, and it will be a great meal.

Therefore, it is obvious that pork was not popular in the Tang Dynasty.

But this has never been a problem for Wang Xuan who traveled through time. Not to mention how tall and elegant he could make pork, but he still knew that it was added to add onion, ginger, wine and wine to remove the fishy smell, and add various spices to enhance the flavor.

So it is normal for him to express such feelings.

After Wang Xuan had a beautiful meal, he was too lazy to clean up. He went to the backyard to get some of the house he demolished, and lit a bonfire in the yard.

Then he found him and picked and dried the leaves that were very sticky, and kept grinding them in a large wooden basin by the bonfire.

After the leaves in that large pot were almost ground, Wang Xuan took the mugwort he bought today and grinded them in the same way.

But the amount of mugwort should be smaller, and the mugwort I bought is also dried, so it is very convenient to grind it.

But it was the grinding of these two materials, and it was just a simple grinding. Before it reached the powder form, it took Wang Xuan almost two hours, that is, four hours.

Although doing this is boring and boring, it is also very tiring, but when you think about mixing them tomorrow, you can make mosquito coils and then sell them for money, you smile on your face.

After that, Wang Xuan simply cleaned up, moved everything back to the lobby, put out the bonfire with only charcoal left, and went to bed quickly while the moonlight.

When Wang Xuan got up the next day, he simply heated up the remaining vegetables yesterday and finished eating.

Just take advantage of the morning time to rush out the mosquito coil when the sun is at its highest at noon.

The mosquito coil is also very simple to make, which is to mix the highly sticky leaf powder and mugwort powder with water to form a dough-like thing, and then hand-root it into small strips and put it on a wooden board for drying.

In order to increase the aroma of mosquito coils, you can add various spice powders to it.

However, the mosquito coils made by Wang Xuan were to repel mosquitoes, so he only added mugwort with mosquito repellent effect.

But because the production uses herbs, there is still a fragrance of talk when burning.

In this way, Wang Xuan kept making mosquito coils at home. When he went out here, he had already made no less than a thousand mosquito coils. It was already drying, and the whole yard was laid out without drying.

And this time he went out, not for anything else, but for Dasan to go to Fangzheng's house to sell his mosquito coils.

After all, there is such a person who is a local tyrant who is good at his senses and does not visit him, but instead promotes him in a daze. That is not a disease or something.

"Bo Liu, are you at home? Bo Liu?" Wang Xuan came to Bo Liu's house. Seeing the door closed, he stood outside and shouted loudly.

However, Wang Xuan shouted for a while and found that no one was answering. He thought there was no one at home, so he planned to leave first. When the door of Liu Bo’s house opened, a pretty face popped out from it, and said to Wang Xuan timidly, "You are Brother Xuan! My parents and brother are not at home. If you have something to do, can you come later!"

"Ah, that's how I'm so sorry. I'll just come back later. I'll bother my wife." After hearing Uncle Liu's daughter's words, Wang Xuan said to her and turned around and left.

"This person is really weird! I've been staring at someone just now, and I'm walking so fast again. I really don't know what's going on." Looking at Wang Xuan's back as he left, Uncle Liu's daughter muttered, then closed the door and went in.

At this time, Wang Xuan, after walking out, saw that there was no one around, couldn't help laughing loudly.

And because, just now, Wang Xuan saw Liu Bo’s daughter, red envelopes one by one on her originally pretty little face, especially the largest one on her eyebrows, which looked like a lump of flesh.

Wang Xuan could endure it and laugh when he wasn't in front of her. That was really Wang Xuan's concentration.

However, after Wang Xuan smiled, he turned around from time to time and looked at Liu Bo's family.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that the couple Liu Lao was not very good. How could they give birth to one of them look better than the other, especially his daughter, not to mention the peerless beauty! But after becoming a little jass, I just don't know what kind of personality is like," Wang Xuan murmured to himself.

And just as Wang Xuan was thinking about the little lady of the Liu family.

In Yong'an Square, four yards away from Yongyang Square, Liu Bo Lao and his wife were kneeling in front of a large family's house.

"I said, Mr. Liu, you are also a banfangzheng. Can't you even get three stakes of your family? My master said that if your family can't get three stakes of copper coins, my master will have to send your boss to see the official. After all, because of his mistake, he ruined a thousand-year-old red sandalwood of my master. He asked your family to compensate for three stakes. It is because you are the banfangzheng of Yongyang. Otherwise, let alone three stakes, even ten stakes are not enough. Don't kneel down now, but think of a way to raise money quickly! My master will give you three days." After that, the housekeeper of the Chen Mansion was no longer in charge, and the old couple of Liu and returned to the Chen Mansion.

Looking at the closed door, Liu couldn't help crying, "Old man, what should I do! Let's go there for so much money!"

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. The boss, idiot, told him not to be greedy, but he just didn't listen. Now that the master's material is ruined, let him die." Uncle Liu looked at his crying wife and shouted at her irritably.

Then he stood up and left without looking back. Although he said so, his slow footsteps and the worry in his eyes still betrayed him.

Yes, there are a few fathers in the world who will watch their children die. In fact, he has made up his mind that even if he sells a house, he cannot let the Chen family send his eldest son to the official position.
Chapter completed!