Waves of tempting meaty fragrance seeped through the outer layer of leaves and spread out, lingering at the tip of one's nose, making one salivate.
"The eateries are starting to close today. I knew you wouldn't be able to find a place to eat today."
Wei Ci lit a few charcoal braziers and waited until the temperature in the room rose slightly before he took off the thick fur cloak covering his body.
"I wonder when the restaurant will open …"
Zhang Ping asked as he ate, completely disregarding the rule of not speaking while eating.
"It should be the fifth day of the new year."
Wei Ci did not know the exact date. This was just his guess.
The government office closed two days in advance, for a total of seven days. Calculating the time, the restaurants outside might open on the fifth day of the New Year.
During this period of time, Zhang Ping had nowhere to buy food.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the broker house to buy an old maid who can cook and do laundry …"
Zhang Ping had said that he was going to buy it last time, but he still hadn't gone.
There was some hesitation in Wei Ci's expression. Even Zhang Ping, who was a little slow on the uptake, could sense his abnormality.
"Zixiao, if there's anything you want to say to me, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush."
Wei Ci sighed, "Has Xiheng ever thought of staying in Xiangyang district?"
Zhang Ping frowned. He was not stupid and naturally understood that Wei Ci was trying to recruit him on behalf of his lord.
"Zixiao, you know Ping's personality very well. He can't stand those government affairs. If I were to stay in the government office all day like you and deal with a bunch of vulgar people, I wouldn't be able to stand it. "Zhang Ping's words were already a rejection.
Some people, such as Wei Ci, wanted to pacify the nine prefectures and the four seas and restore peace and tranquility to the world.
Some people, on the other hand, would muddle along. No matter how chaotic the outside world was, they only liked to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.
Everyone had their own aspirations, and they could not be forced.
Wei Ci revealed a faint smile. "Our current lord's personality might be just what Xiheng wants."
Zhang Ping raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Xiheng used to study all kinds of siege and defensive equipment. Coincidentally, the Lord is also a kindred spirit."
Wei Ci's voice was neither fast nor slow. He was not the least bit worried that Zhang Ping would not be tempted.
For someone like Zhang Ping, there was no other lord who could be more compatible with him than Jiang Pengji.
Wei Ci understood her. She was not best at fighting a war or shooting her mouth off. Instead, she was best at using people.
Taking Zhang Ping as an example, he was not very good at government affairs, but he was obsessed with mechanisms and objects. He was quite talented in designing and manufacturing. Therefore, it was impossible for Jiang Pengji to let Zhang Ping have too much contact with government affairs. The biggest possibility was to throw him into the woodworking workshop and set up a similar department to specialize in this area. Then, she would squeeze him dry.
However, not only would the passionate Zhang Ping not complain, he would even be happy to be squeezed dry.
It was a typical case of being sold and still paying for the other party.
Zhang Ping would not be convinced so easily. After all, no one knew how much exaggeration was mixed in his words.
"Let me show you something. It won't be too late for Xiheng to make a decision after you see it."
After saying that, Wei Ci took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.
This roll of bamboo paper was not cut. It was very large, and after slowly unfolding, it was filled with strange charcoal drawings.
Outsiders would not be able to understand it, but as a Mohist scholar, Zhang Ping was extremely sensitive to it. He almost pounced forward to snatch it.
Zhang Ping carefully looked at the design of the crossbow bed. After looking at it for a while, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
He suppressed the excitement in his voice and asked, "Who drew this?"
"My lord drew it herself. She was curious about the Mohist family. However, due to her family heritage, she still studied Confucianism. "
Zhang Ping was fascinated by it. After a while, he sighed regretfully. "What a pity."
It was a pity that a good seedling of the Mohist family entered Confucianism in vain.
What was even more pitiful was that with Jiang Pengji's current status, it was impossible for her to study in peace.
It was a waste of such good talent and spiritual energy.
The corners of Wei Ci's lips curled up a few degrees. He asked him gently, "Did Xiheng agree?"
Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes and said indignantly, "This trip is really a big loss."
If he had known that there was such a trap waiting for him, Zhang Ping would not have followed Wei Ci north no matter what.
Wei Ci's expression was pure and kind, but his tone was awkward.
"There are many more complicated blueprints of machinery in the lord's study … The one in your hand was only brought out after I spoke to the lord in a friendly manner … If Xiheng is curious about the other blueprints, I can't help you even if I want to."
In fact, Wei Ci only asked Jiang Pengji if she had anything that could lure the Mohist family, and she threw it at him.
Zhang Ping was angry and said angrily, "Wei Zixiao, you're also a black-hearted person."
In order to attract people to join them, he even used such a shameless method. Did he not know that he was the most vulnerable to temptation?
The smile on Wei Ci's face did not change. In fact, it was even more radiant.
"My lord is going to hold a New Year's banquet. Do you want to go together?"
Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at this moment. He opened his mouth and said, "No."
Wei Ci said, "There's no rice stored at home. Are you planning to drink the northwest wind until the restaurant opens on the fifth day of the New Year?"
Zhang Ping was speechless.
This time, he was really speechless.
Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something. How did Wei Ci solve his personal food problem during this period of time?
Zhang Ping's mouth opened wide and he asked this question.
Wei Ci answered, "There's a special small kitchen in the government office. The food on weekdays is not bad."
Especially after Wei Ci came, everyone's standard of living rose rapidly. Even Qiguan Rang and the others complained that they had benefited from Wei Ci.
Because Wei Ci was a patient, he needed to take good care of his body. Naturally, his food had to be exquisite and nutritionally balanced.
Jiang Pengji learned from the audience in the streaming room and applied what she had learned.
She went to make a pot and other cutlery. She taught the chef how to use oil to stir-fry and how to add seasonings to make the food more delicious.
Only then did the audience in the streaming room know that the food in the streamer's world was so backward!
The food in this era was simply cooked. How could this be tolerated?
The seasonings were at most salt and pepper.
There wasn't even a pot for stir-frying, let alone stir-frying!
Many foods were directly boiled in hot water. For example, boiling cabbage in hot water and adding a little salt … such bland and tasteless food.
Oh, it was winter now. There was no cabbage at all.
Not to mention steaming, stir-frying, deep-frying, roasting, sautéing, braising, stewing, deep-frying, simmering, mixing …
As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the streaming room, it was even more impossible to count on them.
Even if Jiang Pengji did not focus on the enjoyment of the tongue, after a long time, she became a little gluttonous from the teasing of the audience in the streaming room.
Therefore, it was understandable that Wei Ci had put on a little weight during this period of time.
For example, the braised chicken drumstick that Wei Ci had secretly brought back that day was the result of Jiang Pengji's experiments with the chef several times. They wasted a lot of ingredients and seasonings to make it. Such a braised chicken already made Feng Jin not want to go home.
Even so, the audience in the streaming room was still picky. They felt that she ate too hard.
Kneeling down to call her father: "Sigh, poor streamer. I really want to order a cross-dimensional takeaway so that you can broaden your horizons."
Sishigeng: "Hey, Yellow Chicken Manor? Why isn't the braised chicken and rice I ordered here yet?
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