Chapter 211 Cans

Since the strange smile at the seaside, Lord Yang, who was extremely intelligent in everyone's eyes, began to pour out strange things again. He used all the boiled salt houses that were idle because of the salt pond, which were full of porcelain bottles, and all kinds of fish, shrimp and scallops that had been cooked.

"Your Excellency, the fish in these bottles have lost their flavor."

In the room, the coal has burned red. Shan Hu doesn't know why adults burn the house so hot in winter. Although it can dispel the cold, it makes the smell in the round porcelain bottle more intense.

Even if he was covered with a cloth towel, he still smoked a lot. For more than a month, he was almost smoked by these smells and couldn't eat.

Behind him, Yang Yanzhao frowned, but it was not because of the smell, but because he couldn't figure it out. The key to making cans is to isolate food and air.

For this headache, I tried a lot of methods, but in reverse, it still doesn't work. The temperature in the room is about the same as in early summer, and if the can is to be produced, it can be kept for several months in all four seasons.

He thought bitterly. On the one hand, Shan Hu took someone to open and check a pile of porcelain bottles in front of him. After the wooden cork was pulled out, the smell overflowed, which only made them pale, and even their stomachs began to swell up with dry vomiting.

When he was about to pick it all up, in the corner of the platform, a porcelain bottle was pulled down. Shan Hu stepped forward and wanted to send it outside the house to deal with it, but his hand subconsciously pulled out the wooden plug.

There seems to be no pungent smell.

He was stunned for a moment. Shan Hu couldn't help sniffing in front of his nose again. Later, he walked out of the house quickly and said, "Your Excellency, this bottle is intact!"

Yang Yanzhao, who was thinking hard, heard this and quickly took it over. It was really not smelly. With great joy, he immediately asked someone to take the chopsticks and pick them out to have a look. The fish was as fresh as it was more than ten days ago.

In the left and right exclamation, he put a small piece of fish in his mouth and tasted it for a moment. Yang Yanzhao handed the porcelain bottle and chopsticks to Shan Hu, "Lord Shan, you can also try it."

Taking it over, although there was some doubt in his heart, Shan Hu still took a taste and immediately exclaimed again, "Your Excellency, it tastes as intact as before. It's really strange!"

When he said this, the people around him also asked for it and tasted it one after another. In a short time, they all looked incredible. Although they have been tling with the cans that Yang Yanzhao has not heard of these days, they are not very optimistic about it.

After all, for thousands of years, when have you heard that cooked food can be stored for months?

But today, the eternal truth has failed again. After a long time, the shock in everyone's hearts calmed down. Looking at Yang Yanzhao in front of him, he felt more and more that the young adult sent by the court was very mysterious.

Of course, Yang Yanzhao, who was looking at the porcelain bottle, didn't feel it. At this moment, he couldn't figure out why the only one in the cans made together didn't change the taste, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Lord Shan, where did you find this porcelain bottle?"

He couldn't figure out the clue, so he asked Shan Hu, who was still in joy. The latter was stunned and truthfully said that he found it in the corner of the platform, but it was not clear who did it.

Seeing that the eyebrows in his hand turned into nothingness, Yang Yanzhao was extremely depressed. At this moment, the old man waiting in the distance to make cans weakly leaned forward.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yanzhao quickly asked someone to call him in front of him. The old man was a little timid at first, but after listening to Shan Hu's words, he was bold and said a good story.

For a moment, Shan Hu waved his hand to let him retreat. He turned his head and smiled and said, "Your excellency, this bottle was made by this old man Yan. That day, he was boiling water. When he came to his senses, he found a porcelain bottle floating in the boiling hot water.

The little old man was probably scared. He quickly picked up the porcelain bottle and took a wooden plug to plug it up. Maybe it was big. The mouth of the bottle was damaged by a small piece, and he took a piece of mud and sealed it. Just now, he thought that the adult was going to blame him, so he didn't dare to show up. When he saw the adult laughing, he had the courage.

Looking at the hardened mud at the mouth of the porcelain bottle, Yang Yanzhao laughed, "Haha, it's the intention to plant flowers, and the willows are not in the shade!"

After laughing, Yang Yanzhao greeted everyone to be busy again according to what Old Man Yan said before. He cooked the sea fish and put it in the boiling water. After waiting for half an hour, he immediately took it out and stuffed it with a wooden plug.

As for the sealing, he thought that the mud was too rough. After thinking for a moment, Yang Yanzhao ordered people to take the red candle and seal the gap with the wax dripping after burning, which was also much better.

In the following days, Yang Yanzhao was looking forward to it, especially every morning. When Shanhu came, he brought a porcelain bottle and happily reported the taste of food in the bottle as before.

It's been another month. It's the end of the year. The weather is cold. The eight girls wrapped in thick coats have read for a long time, but they still haven't seen the snow falling all over the sky.

These days, the canning has been a success for the first time. Under the charcoal fire in the house, it can still be bad for more than a month. This food insurance method really shocked many people.

Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao issued a silence order. If not, it spread out, didn't he lose the way to make money in vain?

On this day, the cold wind roared outside the house, and the window paper was blowing. In the study, the stove was burning quietly, and Yang Yanzhao wrote a secret fold for Zhao Guangyi.

A cold wind blew into the room, but Luo's girl came in with a smile, holding a small vermilion palm plate in her hand. "Liulang, Gongwen is tired. Drink a bowl of soup to relieve fatigue."

The light orange long skirt, the rose-red brocade jacket, the snow-white rabbit fluff sewn in the corners, and the long brocade-like hair is pulled into a falling moon hairpin with a red jade coral hairpin, but it is particularly beautiful and touching.

After receiving the delicious fish soup, Yang Yanzhao put it aside, took Luo's cold hand, put it on her mouth and blew a few breaths of heat. "It's so cold this day, but it's bitter. You don't have to do this in the future."

With a happy smile, Luo's girl pulled out her hand and fed him with fish soup. "Liulang, you work so hard. The slave family should do this. Besides, the slave family also cooks soup separately with Sister Chai, and I don't feel tired."

The mouth is the deliciousness of fish soup, and the beautiful woman in front of him is as beautiful as a flower. Yang Yanzhao was very happy. He pointed out of the window and said to Luo's woman, "Qing'er, can you hear the cry of the cold wind outside?"

"The Nu family just came in from the outside. Of course, this is clearer than Liulang. The cold wind is overwhelming, and it's before the year."

In the blink of an eye, Yang Yanzhao smiled evilly, "Yes, it's much colder, so it's warmer to squeeze more people at night. How about you and I call Yuer to sleep together?"

Hearing this, Luo's white face suddenly turned red, and she stared at Yang Yanzhao shyly. "You naughty boy, you think about these shameful things all day long."

Seeing her like this, Yang Yanzhao smiled awkwardly. After eating the fish soup, he said a few more words. When Luo's daughter was about to leave, the wooden door was pushed open again, but it was the eighth sister who was out of breath.

"Brother Six, Brother He is back!"