Everyone walked into the venue and saw that it was packed to the brim with thousands of people. This showed how influential the Mo Clan was.
The arrival of the Dengling Clan only attracted a glance from the crowd. However, the arrival of a young man in a wheelchair caused everyone to cheer.
"Ancestor Li!"
"Contemporary Boya Ziqi!"
Li Yun and Zu Mingjun worked together to build the Wei River Bridge and had become a legend in Chang 'an. Now that the two of them came together, everyone immediately gave them the warmest applause.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Li!" When Li Yun's wheelchair passed in front of the Deng Ling Clan, Deng Long and the others consciously stood up and respectfully saluted. They had long heard of the deeds of this Martial Uncle. Yesterday, they had just seen this Martial Uncle's masterpiece, so they couldn't help but respect him.
Li Yun nodded slightly and said, "So you are from the Dengling Clan. Today is the first time in a thousand years that the three clans of the Mo Clan have reunited. Congratulations!"
"Martial Uncle is right!" Deng Long said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
After the Mo Clan took their seats, many people looked at them with a hint of playfulness. It was rumored that Mo Jiazi was going to use this opportunity to unify the three clans. It seemed that the rumors were not groundless.
However, the arrival of another group of people shocked everyone. The leader was the famous Gongshu Hong of Chang 'an City. Behind him was the rising star of the industrial world, Gongshu Hao.
"The Gongshu Clan is also here."
"What's the matter with the Mo Family? He wants to unify the industrial world? Isn't his appetite a little too big?"
Everyone was in an uproar and made wild guesses.
The other members of the Hundred Clans looked solemn. The strength of the Mo Clan was already strong enough. If Mo Jiazi were to unify the industrial world, it would be terrible.
The historian Yan Shigu could not help but shake his head and smile bitterly. "Mo Jiazi invited the Old Man here. Could it be that he wants the Old Man to record this moment in the history books?"
It had to be said that if Mo Jiazi took this opportunity to unify both the Mo Clan and the industrial world, it would be a great stroke in the history books.
Although Yan Shigu was dissatisfied, he still dutifully prepared a pen and paper to record this moment in history.
Boom!
Following the sound of a drum, an impressive figure slowly appeared in the center of the Ink Skills exhibition. Even though there weren't any searchlights in the future, this person was still the focus of everyone's attention.
"Mo Jiazi!"
Deng Long and the others blurted out in shock.
"Welcome everyone to the Mo Skills Exhibition. I, Meton, am deeply honored to be here on behalf of the Mo Family Village." Meton looked around and said loudly.
In an instant, the audience burst into thunderous applause. Mo's skill exhibition had officially begun.
"The Mo Family's Mo Skills Exhibition has been continuously held for several years now. Every year, countless Mo Skills will emerge. Perhaps some of you might ask, 'I also want to research Mo Skills. With the patent, I won't have to worry about food and drink.' However, I don't know where to start." Meton faced the crowd and spread out his hands.
Many people burst into laughter. Mo Jiazi's continuous Mo Skills had indeed moved their hearts. However, when they wanted to research Mo Skills, they were confused and didn't know where to start.
Deng Long couldn't help but rub his head awkwardly. Meton's words had hit the nail on the head. As the eldest senior brother of the Deng Ling Clan, he naturally wanted to research the world-famous Mo Skills and revitalize the Deng Ling Clan. He used to sleep all day and night, racking his brains to research Mo Skills. However, he didn't have a single clue until now.
Meton said seriously, "The so-called Mo Skills originate from life, but also serve life. What is life? It's just food, clothing, housing, and other things. Today's first Mo Skill is related to eating."
"It's related to eating? Is it going to be a cake or something? When did my Mo Family become chefs?" Xiao Dengkui snorted.
Deng Long shook his head and said, "Let's wait and see. Mo Jiazi is not to be underestimated."
As Meton waved his hand, a beautiful figure appeared in front of everyone, pushing a table with pulleys.
"The eldest senior sister of the Mo Family!" A loud shout came from the crowd. This woman was Mo Jiazi's first disciple, Wu Meiniang.
"Wu Meiniang!" Xiao Dengkui snorted in his heart.
Wu Meiniang slowly walked to the front desk and respectfully bowed to the crowd. She looked like a lady from a respectable family. She didn't have the domineering aura she had before.
Meton cupped his hands and said, "This is my first disciple, Mei Niang. I'm sure everyone knows her."
Many people in Chang 'an smiled happily. The name of the eldest senior sister of the Mo Family was well-known in Chang' an City.
"Mei Niang's Mo Skills are impeccable. You can even say that you forget to eat and sleep. Even the men of the Mo Family Village can't compare to you." Meton praised.
"Thank you for your praise, master!" Wu Meiniang said with a mischievous smile.
Meton changed the topic and said helplessly, "However, no one is perfect. Mei Niang has been obsessed with Mo Skills, but she has never cooked or worked as a female worker. Naturally, someone will take care of her in the Mo Family. If she gets married in the future, I'm afraid she won't be treated well."
Wu Meiniang heard this and couldn't help blushing. She covered her face with her hands and was very shy.
Everyone burst into laughter. It was rare to see the domineering eldest senior sister of the Mo Family being shy.
"So, as a master, I worked so hard and finally made a set of machinery with Mo Skills in case my disciple can't even cook when she gets married." Meton laughed and said.
Many people smiled knowingly. Of course, they knew that Meton was joking. Wu Meiniang, the eldest senior sister of the Mo Family, owned a lot of patents. Just the silver mirror sold in the Tang dynasty brought her a lot of income every year. There were probably not many people present who were more valuable than Wu Meiniang.
Wu Meiniang walked to the front of the stage and reached out to lift the red silk covering the machine. She saw a machine that was about one foot in radius placed on a long table. A round wheel with a crank was connected to two iron ladders. The structure was very simple.
"As far as I know, ordinary women need to use a huge rolling pin to roll the noodles, and then use a knife to cut them. Women with good skills can make noodles that are thin and thin, and the most delicious. Aunty Yu of the Mo Estate is one of the best." Modun said loudly.
Aunt Yu, who was under the stage, was surprised when she heard the young master mention her.
"The noodles made by women with bad skills are thick and thick. If the noodles are too heavy, they will lose their fingers." Everyone nodded. Many women who had just learned how to cook cut their fingers. This was known to all.
"As for the machine in front of you, my disciple, it's a machine that specializes in rolling noodles. Even someone who has never cooked before can operate it easily. It can make standard noodles that are exactly the same width and thickness. It's not inferior to the best cooks, and its speed is several times faster than rolling noodles," Moton said loudly.
"Noodle press machine!" Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect that the Mo Family's son would introduce such a machine.
Wu Meiniang, who had never cooked before, kept shaking the crank of the round plate with one hand and putting the noodles with the other. After a while, a plate of fresh noodles was made in front of everyone.
Modun heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Master can finally be at ease now."
Wu Meiniang could not help being angry. She turned around and ignored her master.
Modun picked up the freshly cooked noodles and said loudly to the crowd, "My disciple is only one person. Naturally, he only needs a little noodles to fill his stomach. However, from what I know, many families live together in large families. Often, the women in charge of cooking work from dawn to dusk without a moment's rest. With this machine, one person can provide noodles for dozens or even hundreds of people in a family."
As soon as Meton's voice fell, many people's eyes lit up. As Meton said, most of the people in the Tang dynasty lived together with a large population. This noodle press machine was so convenient that it might be a blessing for the cook!
"Convenient, safe, time-saving, and durable. These are Mo skills. I believe that in less than ten years, every family in the Tang dynasty north of the Yangtze River must have a noodle press machine. It is not a lie." Meton vowed.
Many businessmen's eyes lit up. There were millions of families in the Tang dynasty north of the Yangtze River. If every family needed one, then there would be millions of noodle presses. What a huge business it would be.
"Why is it north of the Yangtze River? Does Mo Jiazi still hate Jiangnan and is not willing to sell the noodle press machine to Jiangnan?" Xiao Dengkui said angrily.
Deng Long said faintly, "Most people in the north of the Yangtze River use this kind of noodles. People in the south of the Yangtze River don't need this noodle press at all."
Xiao Dengkui could not help but look resentful. He was so embarrassed that he could not say anything.
Deng Long, however, could not help thinking. Looking at the simple noodle press machine, there was a huge prospect of millions of them. Only when people urgently needed it could they repay you a thousand times.
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