Everyone sighed in disappointment. A thousand years was too long. They probably wouldn't be able to see it.
Meton said confidently, "Although it's currently impossible, if the School of Mo continues to research, it will definitely shorten the process by several times."
"That's still a few hundred years later." Li Shimin sneered. He didn't want to let Meton get away with it so easily.
Meton gritted his teeth and said, "If Your Majesty wants to see results immediately, I have one for Minister of Foreign Affairs."
"Oh!" Everyone couldn't help but look at Meton.
"Pressure cooker!" Meton said word by word.
"What's a pressure cooker?" Everyone looked at Meton in confusion.
Meton said proudly, "When we cook, as long as the water in the pot is boiling, it won't take long for the food to be cooked. The School of Mo uses freezing water as zero degrees, and boiling water as one hundred degrees as the countdown."
Li Tai's eyes lit up. He quickly memorized this in his heart.
Meton continued, "However, when the Minister of Foreign Affairs was on the Western Expedition, he heard a strange story. When the Southern Army led by General Hou and General Li was marching on the Tubo Plateau, they wanted to set up camp and cook. However, they discovered that the water was already boiling, but they couldn't cook the pasta and meat at all. When they tested the water temperature with their hands, they found that it was far hotter than boiling water on the plains."
"There's actually such a strange story?" Li Shimin asked curiously.
Meton said solemnly, "This was personally experienced by tens of thousands of soldiers. How could the Minister of Foreign Affairs lie? Ever since they discovered that the water couldn't be cooked, many soldiers mostly ate dry rations or barbecued meat. It didn't affect the march."
Li Shimin nodded. With so many people experiencing it personally, Meton definitely wouldn't lie.
"Could it be related to the atmospheric pressure?" Li Tai asked in confusion. Among the crowd, he was probably the most interested.
Morton nodded and said, "That's right. The high altitude means that the air is thin and the lack of oxygen will cause altitude sickness. Since the air is thin, the air pressure will naturally be low. Based on this humble subject's conjecture, the low air pressure will cause the water to boil at less than a hundred degrees Celsius. Therefore, the noodles and meat will not be cooked. We are on a flat plain where the air pressure is normal, and the boiling water is exactly a hundred degrees Celsius. If we seal a pot with a lid, once the water boils, a large amount of steam will evaporate and increase the pressure in the pot. Similarly, the water in the pot will only boil at a higher temperature. In this way, wouldn't it be faster and less firewood for us to cook food?"
The group of princesses and princes didn't know how to cook, so they couldn't help but be confused. Only Li Shimin's eyes lit up when he heard this. According to Meton's deduction, there was indeed no problem.
"That's interesting!" Li Shimin nodded. If Meton's idea of the pressure cooker came out, it would definitely benefit the people of the world.
Li Tai shook his head and said, "Once Brother Mo's pressure cooker comes out, I'm afraid that the one who will benefit the most will be Tubo!"
Meton shook his head and said, "The pressure cooker is indeed wonderful on the Tubo Plateau. However, for thousands of years, Tubo people have their own eating habits. I'm afraid that only a few Tubo dignitaries will use the pressure cooker. The ones who will really benefit are the people of the Tang dynasty."
Li Shimin nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, I'll count you as a pass this time. However, it won't count until the pressure cooker is actually made."
Hearing this, Princess Changle couldn't help but look at Meton with admiration. In her heart, it seemed that nothing could be difficult for Meton.
Li Shimin looked at Princess Changle's eyes and couldn't help but feel stuffy. Before this, the person his daughter worshipped the most was her father. Immediately, he said with a straight face, "You've been out of the palace for a long time. Go back quickly!"
"Yes, Father!"
Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and said weakly. They could only follow Li Shimin back to the palace.
"Farewell, Your Majesty!"
Meton watched Li Shimin and the others leave and couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. This was probably the last time he and Changle would see each other before the wedding. Fortunately, it wouldn't be long. They would be married in half a month and could be together every day.
…
"Pressure cooker!"
In the Mo Mansion, Old Zhang and Yu Er looked at Meton in disbelief.
Meton nodded and said, "If this cooker can be made, Mo Family's Gourmet City will have another trump card."
Yu Er frowned and said, "But young master, if the lid is too tightly sealed, it won't explode."
Meton glanced at Old Zhang and said, "That's why I asked you and Uncle Zhang to solve this problem together. Not only do you have to ensure that the pressure in the cooker is high, but you also have to let the steam out to reduce the pressure when the pressure is too high."
Now that the Mo Family's village was on the right track, there were many things that he didn't need to do personally. He directly told them the requirements. He believed that Old Zhang and Yu Er would definitely make a real pressure cooker.
In the following time, the entire Mo Mansion rumbled. The sound of the pot exploding rang out from the backyard of the Mo Mansion. Yu Er and Old Zhang ran out from time to time with their faces covered in dust. Sometimes, their faces were injured by the exploding iron pieces. It was difficult for the entire Mo Mansion not to notice them.
"There is pressure, but I'm afraid the pot will explode before it's cooked." Yu Er sighed.
Old Zhang was not discouraged. Instead, he said firmly, "Since young master says this method can be done, it will definitely work. Young master has never made a mistake."
Old Zhang had blind confidence in Meton. To be honest, although Old Zhang was skilled, he could only be called a craftsman at most. However, his greatest advantage was that once Meton gave him a task, he would always study in this direction until he succeeded.
"Since the pot has exploded, it means that the sealing has been done. All that's left is to keep the excess pressure released, but not too much!" Old Zhang said with difficulty.
Yu Er nodded solemnly. This was the most difficult part.
"That's easy. Since the gas in the pot needs to be released, we just need to drill a hole in the lid!" Suddenly, Wu Meiniang stretched her head out curiously. The two of them had made such a big noise in the Mo Mansion, which naturally alarmed Wu Meiniang. She was now very interested in the ink technique of the Mo Family, so she naturally came over.
Old Zhang smiled bitterly and said, "Mei Niang, you don't know. Once the hole is drilled, the gas will be released, and the pressure in the pot will not increase."
"Then we just need to block this hole." Wu Meiniang was puzzled.
"Then we will have drilled it for nothing …" Yu Er said with frustration.
However, Old Zhang suddenly had an idea. He said with ecstasy, "Right, block this hole. This is the pressure cooker that young master wants."
Yu Er looked at Old Zhang in confusion. He did not understand what Old Zhang meant.
Old Zhang was so excited that he could not control himself. He walked back and forth with joy and said, "Block this hole is not to block it, but to press it with a heavy object. If the pressure in the pot is too great, it will naturally be pushed open. After the gas is released, the heavy object will naturally press the hole. In this way, the pressure in the country will be maintained. "
Yu Er came to a sudden realization, and could not help but be overjoyed. According to Moton's promise, whoever came up with a new ink technique would be able to enjoy a 5% commission. Didn't that mean that he would also be able to get a share of this pressure cooker?
"Just a heavy object may not be enough. We can even use a spring as a release valve. The effect will definitely be better." Old Zhang understood by analogy. However, he could not make a spring valve in a short time, so he could only use a heavy object to replace it.
Very soon, the sharp sound of gas escaping resounded throughout the entire backyard.
Accompanied by a rich fragrance of meat, the entire Mo Mansion could not help but be tempted. Everyone in the Mo Mansion gathered around.
"It smells so good!"
"The meat melts in my mouth!"
"Even the bones are soft. Even if I cook it for a day, it will not be like this."
… … …
Amidst the cries of the Mo Mansion, the pressure cooker was finally developed.
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