Please abide by the Basic Law

Chapter 115

Ever since Dongfeng Express came, Cecil has been wanting to extradite a Chinese god, and he didn't stop thinking until the paper god appeared.At this time, the battle of gods is imminent, and one more combat power is one point of winning. He still tried a few things in his busy schedule and encountered many problems.

Food is indeed the easiest to promote, after all, it is the natural needs of all living things, but there is a serious problem with Chinese recipes: too much!

Don’t go too deep into the Chinese cuisine, there are many that can be distinguished by rough strokes. Cecil was struggling with which one to choose, and at the same time worried about the shortage of ingredients and seasonings.

Leaving aside whether chickpeas can be used to make soy sauce, first of all, he does not know how to make soy sauce.His only idea about brewing soy sauce from soybeans is to ferment. As for how to ferment and what materials, he has no idea at all.

Then, the seasonings on hand are only three things: saffron, pepper, and salt, which is absolutely miserable. Tanbunita can buy sugar, but what he wants most is wine. Wine can indirectly make many things, and it can be used alone. As a drink, it can also be used as a seasoning.

So another problem is involved: there is no fermented product.

Cecil calculated the materials at hand, and felt that ale seemed to be a feasible idea. He bought some wheat, and then he was confused: how do you do the first step of brewing?Museums don't collect this!I haven't done it either!Why didn't the owner of the homestay ask me to make wine?

So, learn more when working part-time, and worry less after time travel.

After trying and trying, a lot of time, money and materials were wasted. Cecil only came up with a relatively "safe and simple" variety: "Try this."

What the knights saw was a small disc made of wood. Unlike ordinary discs, a wall was erected on the edge of the disc, allowing the disc to hang up and down.The disc is made of thin strips of wood woven with many tiny holes.

The wooden plate holds several small round buns made of pasta, just out of the pan, steaming, and the middle of the round buns is a twisted wrinkle pattern.

Cecil excitedly wanted to introduce it, but Moyer had already stretched out his sinful hand, grabbed one and threw it into his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he calmly swallowed it down.

"How?" Cecil asked a little nervously, wanting to know the feedback overwhelmed the urge to ask guilt.

"Well, it's okay." Moyer smacked his lips, "What's in it? Why does it smell like meat?"

"It's meat!" Cecil said angrily, "There's no pork, this is beef with mushrooms added!"

"Oh, so your new food is beef sautéed with mushrooms in bread? So-so."

Moye stretched out his sinful hand again, but Cecil knocked it off unceremoniously: "If you don't like it, don't eat it, you all come and taste it."

O'Casey picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth like a dear partner. His eyebrows seemed to tremble, but he chewed and swallowed it calmly: "Not bad."

"No more?" Cecil asked eagerly.

O'Casey pondered for a while, and said, "Well, noodles and meat go well together."

Cecil turned the wooden steamer towards the other three people in the room with a blank expression. Russell and Oakes also took a bite. The subtle thing is that they stopped at the same time when the buns were in their mouths, as if there was something suspicious. It was back to normal soon.

"How?" Cecil asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Yeah, it's okay." Russell said.

"Normal." Oakes showed a disdainful expression as expected, "Are you..." The latter words disappeared under Russell's pull.

Cecil was a little shaken, and turned the steamer towards Langdon: "You try."

Langdon's smile froze the moment he put the bun into his mouth. He chewed it briefly a few times, swallowed it quickly, and said with an obvious commercial smile, "It's delicious."

"I want a real evaluation." Cecil said helplessly.

"True... For most people who only eat magic bread or bread, this is already very delicious." Langdon was more sincere when he said this, "There is only one small flaw."

Oakes interrupted: "Why don't you try it yourself?"

Cecil is a steamed bun made from a human head. Hearing this made sense, he immediately stuffed the bun into his mouth. When he heard the word "Farewell" from Langdon, his tongue already felt the pain caused by the scalding. The crushed minced meat rolled back and forth in his mouth, and he gasped for a while, "ha, ha, ha", swallowing neither spit nor spit, he opened his mouth wide open like a dying fish, trying to use air convection The heat of the mince has dropped.

After swallowing the buns with difficulty, Cecil said to Moyer angrily, "Don't you just say that the buns are too hot?"

Moye said innocently: "I don't think it's hot."

"You can feel the heat, but you can't feel the pain." O'Casey immediately exposed his lover's background, "This is a malicious act, and you should apologize for it."

O'Casey said lazily: "Oh, don't be so serious. Besides, didn't you say nothing?"

"I thought this thing was going to be so hot." O'Casey said in a serious manner that people couldn't tell the truth from the fake. "It's a special way of eating."

"Who would like eating that brings pain?!" Cecil said incomprehensibly.

"Yes, the paladin's communion is enough." O'Casey said, "There is also the fire goblin's New Year's meal, which must be scalded until the tongue bubbles."

Cecil: "..."

I shouldn't have asked this question.

After a group of people commented on the steamed stuffed bun, apart from the "disadvantage" of being too hot, only Langdon made a useful suggestion: "Ordinary."

"What kind of ordinary?" Cecil asked.

"How should I put it, it's not as impressive as grilled skewers and grilled seafood." Langdon said, "It's just meat sandwiched in bread."

"Well, you're right." Something popped into Cecil's mind, "How's our chicken?"

"Yes, eggs are a good thing." Langdon, who knew everything about the city well, said.

The last time Cecil made a big purchase when he left Tambunita, chickens are of course a must. As livestock, as long as the disease is under control, chickens are a perfect breed.Due to the difficult weight loss process of little Bills, only Mrs. Klass can take on this important task, and the breeding work has been transferred to a knight who is good at life magic, and the progress has been very smooth so far.

The number of sheep is still too low, but there are too many rams, so Cecil is considering slaughtering a few, the number of newborn lambs is quite good, and goat milk is very popular.The breeding of chickens is even smoother. I heard that there was a sign of illness in the middle, and was successfully cured by the breeding team leader. Eggs have been added to the menu.

"Have you ever heard of sandwiches?" Cecil asked.

"How could we have heard of the dishes in your hometown?" Oakes said.

"It's not from my hometown... well, I know you haven't heard of it." Cecil said enthusiastically.

Langdon raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were trying to create a god."

"Yes, I want to make sandwiches to recruit workers from the small country across the way." Cecil said.

Oakes seemed a little surprised: "Are you really planning to go?"

"Why don't you go?" Cecil asked suspiciously, "Is there any taboo that you can't go?"

"That's not true." Langdon said a little dumbfounded, "But, have you forgotten not to be charged with spreading alien civilizations? Countries where magicians dominate are not too nervous about spreading alien civilizations, as long as you don't overdo it." Just one serving, but some non-magic mainstream countries are different, think about how frightened Mrs. Klass was when you wanted to make beef noodles."

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Cecil said confidently, "I'm just going to make money!"

"No, you don't understand." Langdon's expression was very complicated, "This 'care' is not just a lip service, but a whole set of very strict screening methods. In comparison, those urban management officers in Ebo are nothing at all. .”

"Do you know... this country?" Oakes said a syllable that was so awkward that he couldn't pronounce it at all, "This place does not allow any outsiders to do business, not to allow their uncertified things, not to allow food, clothing, housing and transportation, let alone selling Now, as long as you dare to take it out and arrest it directly, even if you use it yourself, the Inquisition for Civilization of Heresy can hang you without a trial."

Cecil: "..."

I don't believe it anymore, think about what to do!

Cecil put Langdon's shredded potatoes into the water basin to wash off the starch while wandering in awe, until Oakes criticized him for wasting clean water, then hesitantly said: "You think I prayed once for a kind of food, why? Sample?"

"Have you lost your mind?" Not only Oakes, but even Russell criticized mercilessly this time, "How much do you want to eat this kind of thing?"

O'Casey also frowned: "Praying to God is not such a light thing, please think twice."

"I know, I know, but this is not what I want to eat. This thing can be applied to many places, such as food, medical...food, etc." Cecil tried his best to find a reason, "And the liver is still cut off. Chairman, I really don't know how to do this!"

"Ask other people," Langdon said. "You don't have access to people all over the world."

"I don't have the time." Cecil said helplessly, "The first batch of four-wheeled carriages will be delivered in October, right? I have a hunch that the war of gods will also start at the same time."

"Everyone thinks so." Langdon said, "But this is not the reason for you to mutilate your own body. Besides, you are not extraditing a god, but you are still at the level of the main god."

"Paper God... I don't know why I always feel that he won't come again." Cecil said, "I mean, he won't reappear until the paper is upgraded on a large scale."

"You've been talking for a long time, what exactly do you want?" Langdon asked.

"It's a kind of thing that makes people drunk." Cecil said, "It can be brewed with wheat and fruit, and it needs to be fermented. A kind of bacterial colony is placed in it, which is the kind of small and invisible one. There are some kinds of microorganisms, and there are also moldy things, the white things that grow out of the food after a long time, do you know what it is?"

"I know." Moyer said, "There is something like this in my hometown..."

"Don't lie, honey," O'Casey said.

"You can use Detect Truth to see if I'm not telling a lie." Moyer spread his hands, "There is something in my hometown, which will rot and produce liquid if you put it in a certain thing, as long as you drink it It will cause dizziness, nausea, and loss of control. We often use this as poison, as long as we drink enough, we will die, and we will die if we take it for a long time."

Cecil asked unusually calmly: "Do you always try to see if you can kill someone when you discover something new?"

"Yes." A group of handsome guys said in unison.

Cecil found the answer not at all unexpected.

Stir-fried beef with shredded potatoes received an exceptionally warm welcome. This time, the beef finally had egg whites as the batter, and water for washing the potatoes.

Cecil cranked up the fire—a little too much, and nearly set Langdon's bed on fire—and eventually, Moyer performed a stir-fry with the wok in hand, since fire is a huge thing. Advantage, even so, a group of people still involuntarily exited the house, only seeing the fire flashing through the window from time to time, like a fire.

"This food is really good." Oakes said with his mouth full of oil, "Why is it obviously a vegetarian dish, but it tastes like meat?"

"You don't understand this. Potatoes contain a lot of starch. As long as there is oil, the starch will..."

"I don't care, as long as it tastes good anyway." Oakes hiccupped contentedly, "Will there be more tomorrow?"

"Not anymore, but I promise you can eat as much as you want next year!" Cecil proudly said, "This thing is grown three times a year, and the yield is particularly high, any land can adapt to it!"

"Sounds like a very suitable food crop." Langdon smiled. "Good job, dear Cecil."

Cecil was happy for a while, but his smile gradually disappeared under the pressure of time.

Is there any way to recruit more people?

The small countries on the opposite side of the bay have existed for many years. The land here is not particularly fertile, and the climate is also very ordinary. In addition, there are no special products, and no magicians are fancy, so they have become petri dishes for various small civilizations.

Monarchs always have ideals, or according to Cecil, "village chiefs" always have ideals, they want to build a great country, become the legendary founding monarch, be talked about by people, and be children our heroes.

Therefore, wars between these small countries are often waged for trivial matters - Cecil thinks it is more appropriate to call it "armed fighting". Naturally, this kind of behavior will bring many side effects, such as hunger, cold, injury, illness, housing Get destroyed, become wildlings and more.

A villager who came out to hunt saw a man lying on the side of the road. He was a strong man with wounds on his body and his face was covered with blood. It was almost impossible to see his real face.

What country are they from?

The villagers naturally thought so, and when they were about to leave, they suddenly saw the strong man holding a piece of bread tightly in his hand.

Well, the last possession of a savage.

The villagers walked a few steps slowly, keeping their eyes on the bread, and found that it had a different color inside. Is it meat?It must be meat!Could it be magic bread? !

Once this idea came into being, it captured the villager's thinking like a devil, and he couldn't move anymore, and he kept swallowing saliva.

The weather is very hot, this person's chest no longer rises and falls, and I didn't eat the flesh of the corpse, it should be normal, right?

The villagers hesitated and dawdled for a long time. Suddenly, the strong man let out a long sigh. He immediately strode over as if being stabbed by a needle, and grabbed the bread in the strong man's hand.

"No, my sandwich—" the strong man shouted, raising his bloody face, "The sandwich I bought in Moon City! It has sliced ​​beef, wheat bread, toasted, and chanterelle mushrooms! And eggs! Fried, salted eggs! Only twenty coppers in total! Only twenty coppers! Ten coppers without eggs!"

The villagers ignored the call for help, and ran to the village desperately while stuffing the sandwich into their mouths——

Ah, what a feeling!It's as soft as a woman's chest, with an irresistible umami taste, and an unforgettable meaty smell, and this meat is neither shameful nor stinky!My God, is it the legendary magic bread? !

Wait a minute, what was that person shouting just now?Twenty copper coins?copper?This magic bread can be bought with ordinary money?

The villagers wolfed down the egg and beef sandwiches. After wandering for a long time, they still couldn't hold back. They quietly went back to the place where the strong man fell, but found that there was nothing there. Extraordinary.

Not far away, Cecil was discussing with the knight who played the role of a strong man: "We can't make expressions, why don't you make your voice more stern?"

"It's already very stern, Knight Commander." The strong man said helplessly, "When a person is really stern, he can't speak normal words at all."

"If you want to perform, you have to pretend to a certain degree, and you can't act according to your real appearance." During Cecil's layman's guidance, fortunately, the strong man is also a layman, just a theater lover.

"That line needs to be changed, it's too long now."

"Well, I'll study it further."

Since the base camp needs someone to sit in, this time the escort is the idler Oakes, and Russell is basically responsible for all his work. Even in Moon City, he is relatively idle among the leadership.At this time, he leaned over and said, "Your line is too fake, why do you still talk about how delicious it is?"

"How can we attract them otherwise?" Cecil said.

"Do you think these people will not eat anything that looks edible?" Oakes said sarcastically.

Cecil: "..."

"Even if it seems that they can't eat it, they will take a bite and try it. If you don't believe me, you can try it with soap."

"You are so annoying!"

"Ha ha."

Not long after, outside the city of another small country, a female worker who went to the river to wash clothes for her master’s house heard moans. She thought it was some shameless little whore on a date, but when she listened carefully, she found it was a man’s voice. .She followed the sound curiously, and saw an arm protruding from a bush, with blood dripping down from it. What made her more concerned was that this hand was holding a round, paper-wrapped arm. s things.

The female worker knows that paper, this cheap thing avoids the trouble of excretion and menstruation, although the city lord has always emphasized that paper should not be worshiped, she and many women are still grateful. Things can't be concealed, they just keep this gratitude silently in their hearts.

This thing is wrapped in paper. I have never seen it before. Is it also a thing of a different civilization?

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the bushes: "Is there anyone? Help me? I was seriously injured. Please find a magician. I am willing to repay you with food. Look, this one in my hand will definitely not Sick, super delicious, you only need five copper coins to buy one in Moon City on the other side of the bay, and ordinary people can eat two...three to be full! There are jobs everywhere, and you can earn a month without knowing anything For ten silver coins, as long as you walk to the beach, there will be a boat to pick you up! It’s free! Come and pay as much as you want!”

With the development of various industries, the labor shortage has become more and more serious, and the salary has naturally risen. The minimum salary is ten silver coins, and no one will come if it is lower.

Cecil has always been troubled by this. In order to meet the war of gods, there is always a shortage of people, such as road construction, paper making, and food production...

"He's gone." Oakes' voice rang in his ears.

Cecil broke free from his complicated thoughts, stood up cautiously and glanced around. There was no one outside the bushes, and of course the buns in the hands of the strong man had been taken away.

The female worker is like a dexterous deer, moving quickly and lightly. As for the stinky and long slogan of the strong man, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch it at all. Her mind was full of “why is this bread so delicious”.

"Are you sure this method works?" Oakes watched Cecil start grilling skewers, smelling the tempting aroma, and said casually, "What's the use of one or two people spreading the word."

"We have more than one or two teams, one or two hundred, you specialize in mathematics magic, you won't know if you do the math." Cecil said nonchalantly, "Trust me, this kind of thing will spread quickly of."

"Then you will be wanted by all the countries here." Having said that, Oakes still looked indifferent, his eyes only on the skewers.

"What evidence is there?" Cecil said disdainfully, "Have they caught anyone?"

Oakes is quite talented in language learning, and he is proficient in using Chinese: "Ha ha."

"Besides, this is also called the Kingdom?" Cecil straightened up and looked at the low city wall in the distance. The stone was still in its original state and was covered with mud. When scouting, he almost thought it was some savage tribe, " How many people can he send? Chick!"

A group of knights "performed" in this small country gathering place for seven or eight days, no more. There was a lot of work to be done, and this work could not be entrusted to others. Only the knights were the most reliable.During this period of time, Cecil saw how good these gay men were, and someone even made up a complete life story. When they returned, they abducted three women, and one of them was actually a married woman.

"How nice, when the time comes, ask this woman to trick her husband out and bring two of them at a time, excellent!" Oakes patted the knight on the shoulder and praised.

Cecil: "..."

Better than turning these people into savages... right?

This time, Cecil's crooked idea finally paid off. The Serling's ship has received a lot of people one after another. Although it's just a drop in the bucket, it's better than nothing. Besides, these people are doing well. There is also a role model, which can bring more people.

When Cecil began to study how to improve the four-wheeled carriage, Owen, the healer who hadn't seen him for a long time, came to visit him.