Chapter 150 Skill Book Gift, Xiaoman Becomes Perfect

The three girls gathered around to watch the soy sauce that they had worked so hard for more than half a month.

Xiaoman rolled up a small ball and wanted to stuff it into her mouth, but Bai Suqing was quick with her eyes and hands, flicked her fingers and put it back into the soy sauce jar.

Facing the foodie's puzzled eyes, Sister Bai couldn't help but glare back: "This jar of soy sauce was brewed with more than ten pounds of salt. You are not afraid of the saltiness when you take such a big mouthful?"

"Ah, Sister Bai is wise." Xiaoman suddenly realized and flattered her, rolling up the soy sauce again and putting it into her mouth.

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This time there were only a few drops.

Gu Ke said nothing, just scooped up the soy sauce with a bamboo spoon to observe its appearance.

It was dark in color in the jar, but when it was scooped up and poured, the thin liquid was translucent and slightly darker red, much prettier than in the jar.

Then he put it close to his nose and smelled it, and the aroma of soy sauce was obvious.

As for the saltiness and taste... He glanced at Xiaoman and found that she had a tangled expression: "Ah, it is indeed very fragrant, but a little salty, it seems that I can't drink it directly."

Including Gu Ke, the three rolled their eyes: This is soy sauce, is it for drinking?

Ignoring the stupid idea of ​​a certain foodie drinking soy sauce, it is true that it is fragrant.

There are still many problems in the brewing technique, but the raw materials are ordinary quality black beans and purple wheat flour, special crops that can only be produced in the fairy field.

Or maybe the aging effect of the Xiuxian warehouse is perfect, anyway, the final product is good enough for use.

This jar of beans weighing about 100 kilograms produced about 120 kilograms of soy sauce, so there is no need to worry about it in the cave this year.

As for light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, there is no need to rush.

Just like peppers, there are particularly spicy chili peppers that are used for seasoning, large green peppers that can be eaten as vegetables, and erjingtiao that can be used for cooking and seasoning.

The same is true for soy sauce.

Dark soy sauce is not salty, and is mainly used for coloring and braising.

Light soy sauce is salty and fresh, and can be used for cold salads, stir-fries, and cooking.

The soy sauce made by Gu Ke is moderate, and can be used for coloring and freshness.

The effect is a little worse than that of light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and Maggi, but it doesn't matter.

When he was a child, he had never seen light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and Maggi, and he had been eating this ordinary soy sauce, and he didn't think it was anything special.

At most, it is not as fresh as the light soy sauce of XX Ji X days, and it has a clear sweet aftertaste.

But Gu Ke's soy sauce has both freshness and sweetness, and the taste is quite good, so use it first.

Later, slowly experiment, and really make a more refined light soy sauce, the taste will definitely be far better than the ordinary goods in the previous life.

With soy sauce, the food in the valley has become much richer.

Clear soup noodles taste good, but wide noodles with soy sauce and chili oil, with a slightly brownish red soup, are so delicious that you can eat them just by looking at them.

Or, this is the noodles that Gu Ke ate the most in his previous life.

If you count the noodles that were topped with soy sauce, there are countless more.

The reason is simple. Braised noodles are always the best way to increase the flavor of toppings and instantly capture people's taste buds.

Whether it's pork, beef, mutton, chicken, or duck, braised meat is rich and fragrant, which just matches the light and less flavorful noodles.

Bai Suqing is not very interested in this, and Saranzhu will not comment. The remaining Gu Ke and his two children simply don't eat too much.

A portion of braised pork with incomplete spices made the two children fall in love with this classic dish.

Then the sheep was served on the table. Braised lamb is not as greasy as pork, but more fresh and fragrant.

Next, it was the turn of the tongzi chickens, ducks, and geese that had just grown up on the livestock farm. Isn't there a braised chicken wing, which Tang Bohu loves the most?

After a few days of this, Sister Bai finally couldn't stand it anymore. She rarely ordered breakfast, no braised pork for lunch.

They could eat whatever they wanted for breakfast and dinner. At most, she would eat faster, so she wouldn't have to see these three guys with greasy mouths and happy faces.

When she found out that she had broken the skill, she simply snorted coldly and flew up to Yulong Peak.

The two children and Gu Ke looked at each other, then winked.

Laughing? Haha, Sister Bai in the mind was not as fast as she showed, and her head tilted a little towards them.

Do you really think that Wu Zun's hearing can't hear the conversation a hundred feet away?

After communicating with each other for a few breaths, the three finally returned to their serious look: "Old Gu, Xiao Ping'er and I will go to the livestock farm first."

Gu Ke nodded: "Okay, let's have a light lunch, just drink mixed grain porridge."

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoman couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Gu Ke helplessly "saw" that Sister Bai suddenly accelerated and flew to the pavilion in the purple bamboo forest, but her eyes seemed to penetrate the rocks and fell on the three people.

He glanced at Xiaoman with a pitying look, and turned away.

Gu Ke was not afraid that Sister Bai would beat him, there was no precedent.

As for Xiaoman, at most, by tomorrow's martial arts training, her butt would probably be swollen, and it was possible that she would become too full and become perfect.

He couldn't stop it, because Sister Bai must know that she knew why Xiaoman was beaten.

But... it doesn't matter, anyway, Xiaoman's fat layer is thick enough, and it recovers quickly, so just take it as a lesson.

Sister Bai is not just a cold-faced person with a warm heart - she is cold on the surface, but she is also very enthusiastic when settling accounts afterwards.

Giving up the idea of ​​saving Xiaoman and being perfect, Gu Ke didn't go to the peak, and directly put out tables and chairs, as well as ink and paper by the purple bamboo field at the foot of the mountain.

After Qiudong left, Gu Ke was busy with other things.

The development of ink-making and paper-making, two less important technologies, came to a standstill.

However, most of the targeted stalls are in large and medium-sized cities, with a population of tens to hundreds of thousands, and at least 30,000 to 50,000.

Ink sticks and paper are not necessities of life, and there are not many poor people who can open a stationery shop. Most of them are well-off or even wealthy.

He only used Tianfu Tongbao to open the trading rights and exchanged a blood-replenishing pill for a batch of ink sticks and paper.

The gentry was ecstatic and immediately sent all the inventory in his stationery shop.

There was no limit to the quality of various high and low, more than a thousand ink sticks and five carts of paper, which was enough for Gu Ke to use for some time.

Why did he spend Tongbao to get so much paper and ink from the outside world? It was to add some inventory to the study.

In the previous life, Xiaoman was the kind of poor student who scratched her head and ears when she read books, so these books were not prepared for her.

Xiaoping'er should be the kind of good student who came from a poor family and cherished the opportunity to study.

She would take out an hour every day to read the skill books left by the girls one by one.

Bai Suqing is definitely a young intellectual with petite bourgeois tendencies. She never puts down her books in her spare time.

She also brings afternoon tea with pine nut dessert, and fruit wine with peanuts and edamame in the evening. She reads the book until she falls asleep, which is her most comfortable time.

Unfortunately, there are only so many books left by Miss Qin and her friends, and most of them have been read two or three times by her now.

Comparing books to sugarcane, chewing them three times, it is an understatement to say that they are tasteless.

It just so happens that a great craftsman came to the last transaction in Qujiang Prefecture City. He checked and sorted some of them every day, and he finished it today.

You can pick out some interesting and useful ones, copy them into a book, and let her and Xiao Ping'er read them for fun.

Among the more than 30,000 transactions that night, more than 20,000 "unique skills" were purely "entertainment" things, with no other use.

After simple classification, they were packaged into the "entertainment" category and thrown into the Wendian record backup.

This did improve a lot of proficiency, so it was not a complete loss.

The remaining 10,000 or so "unique skills" are a little more serious, but their use is extremely limited, and they can't even be called chicken ribs.

These are also classified and packaged into "entertainment" items, and thrown into the classics for backup, and also to brush up proficiency.

The remaining thousands of skills finally reached the level of chicken ribs.

But... they are still classified and packaged into "chicken ribs" items and thrown for backup.

In the end, only 529 pieces were left, classified as the serious "skills" item.

These are the truly useful things obtained from the Qujiang Prefecture City Exchange.

After all, not everyone in this world is cunning, and there are always some people with simple and unpretentious moral sense.

For the life-saving grace of Tiangong, they are willing to take out the bottom-box skills that are enough to pass on their family and establish a career to repay.

There are also many such grateful people among the remaining more than 30,000 copies, but in ancient times, there were very few people who had a good craft.

It's not that they don't want to, but they really don't have it.

This is okay.

Cause and effect money, cause and effect money, the word cause and effect explains everything.

You can deceive yourself and others, but you can't deceive the cause and effect in the dark.

Only those who are grateful can get the fruit blessed by Gu Ke if they plant the cause.

No cause? That's just one of the millions of people in Dawu.

Gu Ke is not so idle, and he can't remember so many people.

Qujiang Prefecture Zun and Shoujiang left him a little impression, but it was negative.

If he continues to behave recklessly, maybe the next time he meets him, he will be like Li Shengli of Donghai Kingdom, and end the bad relationship on the spot, and ask for a thought to be clear.

While thinking in his heart, the nameless pen in his hand was moving like a dragon, leaving a shadow.

At this moment, the nameless pen is neither a brush nor a fountain pen, but a soft pen that combines some characteristics of the two.

The ink storage device of the fountain pen, the thick and thin nib of the small regular script brush, the ink is evenly discharged, and the pen tip is stable.

For calligraphers, this pen will undoubtedly limit their freehand expression, but it is the best writing tool for Gu Ke.

Tiangong +1, combined with the characteristics of Tianluo Hand Intention +4, makes his hand precise and swift.

The stable pen tip and ink supply make his writing look like the official script of the previous life.

The official script was despised by calligraphers in ancient times, and was only practiced for exams.

Its meaning is probably equivalent to the tactics of the high school sea of ​​questions. After passing? Haha, who is willing to do those ghost things.

But its biggest advantage is neatness, which is similar to the feeling of some modern regular script fonts.

As calligraphy, it is not worth mentioning, and even disdained by people.

It is more suitable for copying books, especially copying textbooks, than any other calligraphy.

Gu Ke writes like a god, comparable to a typewriter.

In less than an hour, he "typed" more than 10,000 words, one book for making incense and one for brewing wine.

There are many of the same kind, plus tea making, and I will write two books every day in the future to give to Sister Bai for entertainment.

Brewing new wine, making new fragrance and tea, everyone can enjoy it together, why not do it.

It happened that Xiao Ping'er came back from taking care of the livestock farm, and was drafted by him.

She threaded the needle and bound the manuscript into a book in a dozen breaths, and even tidied up the uneven edges, and then went to make lunch.

Gu Ke took two books and went to the top.

Bai Suqing, who had not even glanced at him, saw the two new books, opened them, and immediately showed an unstoppable smile on her face.

Near noon, the sunlight penetrated the bamboo leaves, pulling out the dancing light and shadow, and sprinkled on the jade-like pretty face, as if covered with a layer of halo, gorgeous and dazzling.

Gu Ke was satisfied: the gift of books really worked for Sister Bai, and the matter of mocking Sister Bai behind her back just now was naturally exposed, and she would not be looked down upon again.

Just thinking about this, I felt her eyes cast towards me, and it was a big roll of eyes: "When you give a gift to someone, you must ask for something. Tell me, what do you want?"

You are all mine, what else can I ask for. Gu Ke was speechless for a moment, shook his head and laughed: "I just found some books for Sister Bai to pass the time, as long as you are happy."

"Since you said so, then I am not stingy." Bai Suqing chuckled, retracted her gaze, and leisurely flipped through the book.

Gu Ke sat on the bamboo couch next to him, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Slowly sipping the slightly bitter tea, his consciousness entered the classics and flipped through the newly acquired skills.

The pavilion returned to silence, with only the faint fragrance of tea and the subtle tinkling sound of purple bamboo leaves.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ping'er invited them to have lunch at the foot of the mountain.

The two of them went down together, and the dishes that caught their eyes finally became light.

Gu Ke and the other two did not feel uncomfortable. After eating a lot of fish and meat for several days, a lighter meal would be a good change of taste... No way.

There was still a lot of meat at noon today, but it was not as greasy and red as before.

However, the visual and greasy smell was not too strong, and Sister Bai could accept it completely.

Gu Ke glanced at Xiaoman, who was smiling innocently, and mourned silently in his heart: If you are like this, you will not be able to escape a beating tomorrow.

The next day, he chose to stay away and watched Xiaoman's martial arts practice with his mind.

To be more precise, it was the process of Bai Suqing beating her butt with a thin strip of purple bamboo.

At lunch, Xiaoman had a sad face and kept questioning a guy who did not help him.

Gu Ke just raised the bowl higher and could not see any eyes.

In the afternoon, Bai Suqing took a nap on the peak, and Xiaoman came decisively and took Gu Ke to the livestock farm.

Under the spring light, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, the grass is green, and the bees are dancing and the birds are flying.

Xiaoman's chubby face was full of "unhappy" look.

In Gu Ke's eyes, it always looked like a face full of grievance and confusion after being beaten by the Husky at home.

Sitting on the bamboo couch by the big rock by the river in the livestock farm, watching a group of big and small fishes, swimming in groups, wagging their tails leisurely.

Xiaoman has already come close: "Old Gu, why didn't you save me this morning?"

Gu Ke was helpless and gently stroked her neck and back: "Why do you think Sister Bai wants to teach you a lesson?"

Although they were more than ten miles apart, Xiaoman still subconsciously glanced at Yulong Peak, and then asked in a low voice: "Is it because I laughed at her yesterday for not eating meat and only drinking porridge?"

Gu Ke shook his head seriously: "That's just an excuse. Who made you slack off recently?"

Xiaoman was at a loss: "No, Xiao Ping'er takes me to practice martial arts for four hours every day, without any less."

Gu Ke nodded seriously: "Then what?"

Xiaoman continued to be at a loss: "Ah, and then?"

Gu Ke couldn't help but raise his hand and grab her chubby face: "When was the last time you asked Sister Bai to ask about your doubts in martial arts?"

Xiaoman was stunned, and after recalling for a moment, he said uncertainly: "Maybe, probably, possibly... at the beginning of the month?"