There must be a lot of impurities in the salt boiled directly in sea water, and the taste is not good. The pure snow salt Qiongya has no superb technology in later generations, and there are four processes for filtration alone.
It cannot be said to be harmful or harmless, the sea water of this era is still pure.
However, there are many impurities and the taste is definitely worse. Besides, as a noble, we naturally have to pay more attention to it.
The nylon fingers were stuck a little salt, and the fingers were not taken out after they were placed in their mouth.
Nylon did not understand the Tang Dynasty, but he understood the Indians, because the monks of the Indians spread Buddhism in Angkor, and Angkor had close contacts with the Indians.
With the two castes of India, Brahmin and Kshatriya, they would exchange gold for this real aristocratic food.
Thinking of this, Nylon said, "Your Highness, you dare not ask for this method of making snow salt, but I, Angkor, want to do this business."
Wei Xiaobai smiled and shook his head: "I will teach you a big business. It was the reaction you just now that I thought of. In this way, I will make a list and let your respective subordinates find the items on this list immediately. If you can't get it, you would rather have more or less. Let's try it. It's very interesting."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The list given by Wei Xiaobai is a list of spices, and they can find 90% of the spices.
If there is only one blindness, they will definitely not be able to find it, it is chili.
But the rest are fine. Wei Xiaobai believes that using pepper can also be replaced temporarily, and it is enough to have spicy flavor.
Among them, the main ingredients are turmeric, so many of them are countless.
The ingredients were prepared very quickly, and dozens of baskets were delivered in half an hour. Wei Xiaobai asked Qi Youliang to accompany the guests to have tea, and he went to the other side and asked the chef on the boat to help him.
Yu Zhengqing was puzzled: "Mr. Prince Concubine, what do they give to you for your return?"
"I was thinking that there may not be any in India, or there may not be one. But it is certainly not yet systematic. Just like our Chinese medicine, this spice also has formulas. Different types of formulas are like prescriptions. Our first-class doctors can taste most of them, but I haven't heard of anyone who can taste the exact prescription."
"Yes, that's what it said."
"I just want to try it. If possible, we will invest and hold a share with Angkor and Champa."
"What does it mean to invest in shares?"
"It's a member. For example, Zhan Po has a small power and can only take up one point. Sukhothai probably doesn't even have the qualifications. As the main body, Angkor must be theirs. However, the prescription is mine. Let's see how much face our princess is. It seems that there is something to talk about this. If it can be done, selling salt will be a small amount of money."
Spices have been a war-level trade since ancient times.
Wei Xiaobai believed that if Angkor was smart, he would give up some of the benefits to the Princess's Mansion in exchange for military ordnance and military help.
Of course, the military power of the Princess' Mansion is definitely not as good as Angkor.
However, what Angkor saw was the Tang Dynasty, not the Princess' Mansion.
While Wei Xiaobai was directing the chefs to grind spices and prepare, he also ordered Zeng Jia to arrange people to prepare some edible plants and animals here.
Wei Xiaobai is a foodie. He just wants to make curry recipes. Not to mention the green, yellow, red, white, and brown, even the regions need to be divided into different types. Wei Xiaobai has at least fifty different recipes.
For top-notch foodies, there is a main recipe that can lead to countless types.
Soon, the yellow curry and white curry were matched with no chili, so red curry was not easy to deal with.
Among the things sent, Wei Xiaobai was surprised to find the most unexpected but most important thing, onion.
What I sent this time was different from what I ate in later generations, but Wei Xiaobai believed that this was onion because it was tearful after cutting it, and then there was something that seemed to be Nanyang potatoes, but it seemed to be yam native to the Indochina Peninsula.
No matter what, it feels like something to eat.
In the evening, four maids behind Wei Xiaobai held the tray to the restaurant. Wei Xiaobai used the method of placing a flat plate of curry rice with a bowl of rice, and then spoons one by one.
“Try it.”
I don’t know if it’s really hungry or delicious, but in one moment, the plate of sautum became empty.
When Jiao Zan came to his senses, the plate was as smooth as new.
Wei Xiaobai laughed: "The weather is hot and people have bad appetites. This meal will make people have a big appetite. It is made of more than 80 spices. This is what the outside world says. In fact, there are only less than ten main ingredients, and whether the rest is not important. But now there is a lack of seasoning for fruit production. I will find a way to get it done and arrange planting. It is estimated that there will be next year."
"If it tastes delicious, give me another serving."
Next, all of them were small portions, and Wei Xiaobai made four different curries with the spices provided here.
Wei Xiaobai said: "Everyone has different tastes. Actually, my favorite is beef, then chicken, and then fish, and some people like to eat mutton. By the way, this part is made with coconut milk, this part is made with a little mango, this part is made with a little sour fruit, I don't know what that thing is called."
In terms of eating, the gap is obvious.
Jiao Zan ate every plate, and in his eyes, it was delicious. This is a typical top foodie. As long as it is eaten, it will be spared.
I really like nylon with a little sour taste, and Tarotasha likes to add coconut juice, I really like it.
"Nylon, can you Angkor have a lot of wealth?"
Wei Xiaobai only asked Nylon alone.
Suli Zengga doesn't need to ask, Taro Tasha has no say because Sukhothai City has too small power.
Nylon stood up, with a serious face, hesitated for a while and then came to Wei Xiaobai and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, I can't ascend the throne. I have limited voice in the Angkor Kingdom for such a major event, but I don't want to give up on this matter. I plan to voluntarily withdraw from the battle for the throne, be a city lord, or own two cities."
Wei Xiaobai signaled to retreat left and right.
Taro Tasha also stood up and retreated.
Suli Zengjia thought about it and retreated.
Only three people were left in the house, and there were no idle people waiting for fifty steps around.
The three people in the room are Wei Xiaobai, Nylon and Yu Zhengqing.
Wei Xiaobai asked nylon to get up, then brewed tea again and asked, "Calm down first, have you ever thought about the future?"
Nylon shook his head, then nodded again: "It would be nice to be alive if the heir who lost the throne had lost it."
Wei Xiaobai poured tea for nylon: "Do you understand the history of our Central Plains?"
"Understand!"
Chapter completed!