Copying books?

Lu Zhihang hurriedly shook his head. After copying this book, he could not compensate others for the paper money. Furthermore, Yan State had printing technology, and there was not much copying work now, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

In addition to the convenience brought by his original literacy, what ability does he have to make money?

The first idea that came to Lu Zhihang's mind was to practice medicine, but he gave up after careful consideration. Although his university major was clinical medicine, which also involved traditional Chinese medicine, he was not sure about the level of traditional Chinese medicine in this era and whether he was qualified enough.

The Lu family didn't have the extra capital to open a medical clinic, and a sixteen-year-old scholar sat in the hall. It didn't matter whether anyone came to see a doctor. The original owner was a scholar, but suddenly he had superb medical skills, which was enough to provoke people.

People are suspicious and can deceive others, but they cannot deceive their own mother, Zhang Yuanshu.

Making soap like other time-travel novels?, but Lu Zhihang didn’t have the money to make utensils. Most people in the countryside used saponins, so he didn’t know whether he would buy soap. As long as the Lu family had some spare money, he would give it a try.

After thinking about it, he found that most of the wild ideas in his mind were not feasible at this stage. Lu Zhihang rejected several plans. In the end, he still had no capital, which made it impossible to start a business. In a few months, it would be

During the autumn harvest, Yan State implemented the two-tax law, and at that time another tax would have to be levied.

He casually picked up a book from his collection, which was a travel diary that his father bought not long ago. It was said to be written by Ruan Yangping, a famous poet and poet at that time, about what he saw and heard when he traveled to the south of the Yangtze River.

Lu Zhihang obtained the memory of the original person, and he did not feel that the books were obscure when he read them. The original person's understanding of the outside world was too limited, and most of the information was learned from books, and his own understanding of the world was

, in addition to the original work being this memory, reading more travel notes will help him grasp the development process of this era.

He quickly skimmed through the contents of the book at a glance. Lu Zhi had read this travel note several times, but his mind was mostly on the Four Books and Five Classics. Lu Zhihang also searched his memory several times before he remembered this book, and wanted to get some inspiration from it.

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Ruan Yangping, the author of the book, went to Jiangnan to study and saw its prosperity, pavilions, pavilions, fireworks and water pavilions. He was also full of praise for the famous dish called Liangzhi at Shangchulou in Jiangnan.

The whole body was as white as milk fat, but it was made from soybeans. At the end, Ruan Yangping also lamented that the cold fat was unique to Shangchulou. He left this small town without the chance to meet again.

Lu Zhihang read it several times, touched the tip of his nose, and thought to himself: Are you sure this isn't tofu?

The ancients were really interesting. They could write a variety of tofu dishes for them. If it hadn't become more and more similar to each other after reading it several times, Lu Zhihang would never have dared to say that this gorgeous article was specifically to praise tofu.

After careful reflection, Lu Zhi realized that it was true that he had never eaten tofu before, and he came to a conclusion. He still needed a local to confirm his suspicion. As long as tofu was not a common daily snack in Taojing City, it would be enough.

He did what he thought of, got up and went to Zhang's house, stood upright outside the door, knocked on the door a few times, moistened his throat, and said softly: "Mother."

"Zhihang, what's wrong?" Hearing the sound, Mrs. Zhang quickly put down the needle and thread in her hand and took small steps to open the door.

Lu Zhihang didn't show off, and asked straight to the point: "Mother, do you know what tofu is?"

"Tofu? What kind of tofu is this?" Sure enough, when she heard the word tofu, Zhang's face showed confusion, and she thought hard in her mind. Her son finally asked a question, but she couldn't just ask three questions without knowing what to do.

OK.

Lu Zhihang didn't expect her to be able to answer. On the contrary, Zhang's confused expression made him feel happy, but just in case, he continued: "It is made from soybeans ground into pulp, have you ever heard of it?

Or are they available nearby?"

"I've never heard of it." Ms. Zhang looked puzzled.

"That's it." It seemed that Yan Guo had not popularized tofu at this time, but it was an advantage for him. Lu Zhihang was relieved and explained to Zhang: "I read in the book that there is such a delicacy in Jiangnan.

I just wanted to ask if we have any in Taojing City."

"You are good at studying. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go to Jiangnan to study. Then you can have a taste." Zhang smiled, never thinking that her son, who was dedicated to studying, would rarely be greedy.

Lu Zhihang responded repeatedly, but Hun ran aside. He thought for a while and said, "I saw that there is a recipe for Liangzhi in the book, and I want to try it myself."

"This... How can a scholar go close to the kitchen?" Mrs. Zhang hesitated upon hearing this.

"If you only know how to do things all day long, but without some hard work, wouldn't this book be in vain? If you are lucky enough to pass the exam in the future, if you can only talk about articles, how can you win the heart of the emperor?" Lu Zhihang said this.

To prevaricate Mr. Zhang.

"Zhihang is right, but what does making cold fat have to do with it?" Zhang thought for a while, but still felt that it was inappropriate to let him go to the kitchen.

"It's not that knowing is difficult, but walking is difficult. Mother, you should go to the back room to rest first. I have a sense of discretion." Although there was a smile on Lu Zhihang's lips, his tone was irresistible. He didn't want to waste his time on making money.

If he were to be a young man from an aristocratic family, he would be like Mr. Zhang, who would not listen to what is going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.

Lu Zhihang had no intention of arguing with Mr. Zhang on whether a gentleman should go to the kitchen. Now he was preoccupied with how to make tofu in this strange era. In his memory, the process of making tofu was simple and did not require much capital. It happened to be in the courtyard.

There was a stone mill, and with the money he had gotten from the hostess several times, he bought some cotton molds and soybeans, and there were still some leftovers. The most technical part in the tofu making process was just the paste. Lu Zhihang briefly recalled the process,

After rummaging through the shop for a while, I found a bag of soybeans. They looked quite fresh, but I couldn't pick out a few low-quality beans at a glance.

Lu Zhihang returned to the house. The ink on the inkstone was not dry yet. He polished it a few times and drew a mold for pressing tofu on the bamboo paper with a brush. The tofu mold was a square groove made of wooden blocks.

It was pretty simple. He vaguely remembered that there was a carpenter named Liu three hundred meters east of Lu's house. It wouldn't take much effort to find him to make a mold.

When he was still a boy, he and his biological father Lu Xuelin went to Carpenter Liu's house and made a black lacquered mahogany carved table. It was the one he was using now. Seven or eight years passed by, and the black lacquer on that table was gone.

There is no omission. In addition to Lu Xuelin’s love and care, Liu Carpenter’s craftsmanship is also one of the reasons why it is well preserved.

Lu Zhihang tidied up his appearance, and as soon as he stepped out of the Lu family's threshold with the drawings he had drawn, he was keenly aware of a vague line of sight lingering on his face. Looking along the line of sight, he saw that he was wearing a

The girl in rose-red cloth fluttered her long eyelashes timidly, her face flushed with embarrassment, but she still stared at him stubbornly.

"You...looking for me?" Lu Zhihang was sure that he didn't recognize the woman in front of him and couldn't guess her purpose, so he couldn't help but wonder.

When the woman heard Lu Zhihang talking to her, she hurriedly patted the corner of her clothes, walked slowly from the big tree in front of Lu's house to an arm's length in front of him, and handed the bamboo basket in her hand to Lu Zhihang's chest, softly

The voice said: "My mother gave this to you, Scholar Lu..."

"Your mother?" Lu Zhihang tilted his head and thought for a while. A woman with red eyes flashed in his mind and said that she wanted to bring him eggs to replenish his body. Of course Lu Zhihang, who suddenly realized it, was embarrassed to accept this gift. Before he could refuse,

The little girl put down the bamboo basket, covered her face and ran away, walking like flying, but not as quiet as she had been when she first walked over.

Lu Zhihang, who was stunned on the spot, stared at the basket of eggs on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to pick them up and put them back in the kitchen. If he hadn't lied, he would not be unhappy about getting a basket of eggs for nothing.

Putting this little accident behind him for the time being, Lu Zhihang followed the vague route in his memory and came to Carpenter Liu's house. Xu was a craftsman, and Carpenter Liu's house was much more orderly than other farming neighbors in the village, and it was obvious that they had enough food and clothing.

You can also have some spare money for fun.

"Excuse me, is this Carpenter Liu's house?" The door of Liu's house was not closed, but Lu Zhihang knocked a few times out of politeness.

Hearing the knock on the door, the young man who was working dropped the wood he was holding tightly in his hands and ran to the door in a hurry, shouting as he ran: "Master, what do you need to knock down?"

"I have the drawings here. Please ask Carpenter Liu to make a groove." Lu Zhihang slowly took out the prepared bamboo paper from his arms and smiled at the young man.

"You call me Carpenter Liu?" The young man couldn't help but stare at Lu Zhihang's face from the first moment he saw him. Now that he heard the other person calling him again, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

"Well, what's wrong?" Lu Zhihang nodded. He called him that because when he knocked on the door, he hurriedly scanned the front of the hall and saw this young man doing carpentry. He guessed that he was Carpenter Liu's son. Could it be that he should be called Carpenter Liu?

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The young man blushed and glanced at Lu Zhihang, then waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, that's it. Very good. You can invite me into the room first, and I'll take a look at your drawings first."

"Okay." Lu Zhihang smiled faintly and followed the young man into the front of the hall. However, he did not see the loyal man whose hands were covered with thick calluses in his memory. He probably went out to work.

The young man took the drawing from Lu Zhihang and looked at it for a while. Not only was the drawing vivid, but the size was also marked. After putting the drawing away, the young man asked him: "Do you have any requirements for wood?"

"As long as it's cheap, I don't know when it will be ready?" Lu Zhihang asked.

"This thing of yours is very simple. Just come and pick it up tomorrow. This is the first order I have taken. What do you think of a hundred coins?" The young man looked at Lu Zhihang curiously with his big dark eyes and said.

"That's troublesome." Lu Zhihang bowed his hands and thanked him. Logically speaking, the matter was settled and he should leave. However, since he left home, he had an unsolved mystery. When he saw the young man, he was impatient and curious.

Said: "Why do you keep staring at me?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time. From the moment he went out to Carpenter Liu's house, the eyes followed him everywhere he passed, making him feel uncomfortable. Lu Zhihang even wondered if there was something he, an outsider, had missed.

Seeing Lu Zhihang's eyes full of confusion, the young man said with joy, "You are good-looking. I have never seen such a good-looking person since I was a child. If you weren't down-to-earth, I would believe you are an immortal."
Chapter completed!