Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven: Where Are the Talents? (8)

Waves of tempting meaty aroma escape through the outer leaves, lingering on the tip of the nose, making people salivate.

"The restaurants are starting to close today, so Ci knows that you won't be able to find a place to eat today."

Wei Ci lit several charcoal basins, and when the temperature in the room rose slightly, he took off the thick fur wind covering his body.

"I don't know when the restaurant will open..."

Zhang Ping asked while eating, not caring about the rule of not saying anything after eating.

"It should be the fifth day of the lunar month."

Wei Ci didn't know the specific date, it was just his guess.

The Government Affairs 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 Lunar New Year.

During this period of time, Zhang Ping had no place to buy food.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Yahang to buy a woman who can cook and do laundry..."

Zhang Ping said he wanted to buy it last time, but he hasn't done so yet.

Wei Ci's expression was a bit hesitant, and even Zhang Ping, who was a little nervous, felt something was wrong with him.

"Zixiao, do you have something to tell Ping? Although it is true, there is no need to be so hesitant."

Wei Ci sighed and said, "Has Xiheng ever thought about staying in Xiangyang County?"

Zhang Ping frowned. He was not stupid, so he naturally understood that Wei Ci wanted to recruit him for his lord.

"Ping's character, Zixiao, you know very well, is the most impatient of government affairs. If you stay in the government office all day long and deal with a bunch of mundane things, Ping can't stand it." Zhang Ping had already rejected this.

Some people, such as Wei Ci, have the ambition to pacify the nine states and the four seas and return the rivers and seas to the world.

Some people just muddle along, no matter how noisy the outside world is, they just like to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.

Everyone has their own ambitions, so don't force them.

Wei Ci showed a faint smile, "Now this lord, her character may be in line with Xi Heng's wishes."

Zhang Ping raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say this?"

"Xi Heng has studied various siege equipment and defensive equipment.

It just so happens that the lord is also of the same mind. "

Wei Ci's voice was neither fast nor slow, and she wasn't worried at all that Zhang Ping wouldn't be moved.

For people like Zhang Ping, there is no other protagonist who is more in line with his wishes than Jiang Pengji.

Wei Ci knew her well. What she was best at was not fighting or talking, but "employing people".

Take Zhang Ping as an example. He is not very good at government affairs, but he is obsessed with government objects and has considerable talent and aura in designing and manufacturing. Then Jiang Pengji cannot let Zhang Ping get involved in too many government affairs. The most likely thing is to throw him into the In the carpentry workshop, set up a similar department to specialize in this area, and then squeeze it to death.

However, Zhang Ping, who is passionate about organization, not only does not resent, but also enjoys being squeezed.

It’s typical for someone to sell someone and pay for them.

Zhang Ping was not convinced so easily. After all, no one knew how much water was in his words.

"Ci will show you something. After reading it, it won't be too late for Xiheng to make a decision."

After speaking, Wei Ci took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.

This roll of bamboo paper has not been cut, and is very large. After slowly unfolding it, it is full of strange objects painted with charcoal blocks.

It’s hard for laymen to understand, but as a Mohist scholar, Zhang Ping was the most sensitive to this thing and almost pounced on it to grab it.

Zhang Ping looked at the design drawing of the bed crossbow carefully for a while, his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at it.

He suppressed his excitement and asked, "Who painted this?"

"My lord painted it by himself. She is curious about Mohism. But due to family tradition, she still studied Confucianism."

Zhang Ping was fascinated by what he saw, and after a while he sighed with regret, "What a pity."

It's a pity that a good seedling of Mohism entered Confucianism in vain.

What's even more pity is that according to Jiang Pengji's current status, it is impossible for her to study it quietly.

Such good talent and spiritual energy were wasted.

Wei Ci raised the corners of her lips several times and asked him in a soft voice, "Did Xiheng agree?"

Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes and said angrily, "This trip is really a big loss."

If he had known that there was such a trap waiting for him, Zhang Ping would never have followed Wei Ci northward.

Wei Ci had a pure and kind expression on her face, but her tone was troubled.

"There are many more complicated equipment drawings in the lord's study... The one you have in your hand was the one that Ci and the lord talked so nicely that the lord reluctantly agreed to let Ci bring it out... If Xiheng is curious about the other drawings, Ci But there’s nothing I can do to help.”

In fact, Wei Ci just asked Jiang Pengji if she had anything that could catch the Mo family, and she threw this over.

Zhang Ping was furious and said angrily, "Wei Zixiao, you are also a dark-hearted person."

In order to recruit people to join his gang, he even used such shameless methods. I wonder if he can't resist the temptation the most?

The smile on Wei Ci's face remained unchanged, even brighter.

"My lord is going to hold a New Year's banquet, would Xi Heng want to go there with us?"

Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at the moment, so he opened his mouth and said, "I won't go."

Wei Ci said, "We don't have any rice reserves at home. Does Xiheng plan to wait until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year when the restaurant opens in the northwest wind?"

Zhang Ping was speechless: "..."

This time, he was really speechless.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something. How did Wei Ci solve his personal meal problem during this period?

Zhang Ping asked this question with a bald mouth.

Wei Ci replied, "The Government Affairs Office has a special kitchen, and the meals on weekdays are pretty good."

Especially after Wei Ci came, everyone's living standards increased rapidly. Even Qi Guan asked them to complain that they were taking advantage of Wei Ci.

Because Wei Ci is a patient, he needs to take good care of his body, so the food must be fine and balanced in nutrition.

Jiang Pengji learned from the audience in the live broadcast room and put it into practice.

She made a pot and other tableware, and taught the chef how to fry with oil and how to add seasoning to make the food more delicious.

The audience in the live broadcast room only then knew that the diet in the world where the anchor lived was so backward!

The food in this era was still simply boiled, how could it be tolerated?

The seasoning was at most salt and pepper.

There was not even a pan for cooking, let alone cooking!

Many foods were directly boiled in hot water, such as boiling cabbage in hot water and adding a little salt... Such tasteless food.

Oh, it's winter now, there is no cabbage at all.

Not to mention steaming, stir-frying, sautéing, roasting, stir-frying, frying, braising, stewing, deep-frying, simmering, mixing... and so on.

As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the live broadcast room, there is no hope for the country of foodies with a history of 5,000 years.

Even though Jiang Pengji doesn't care about the taste, she has been teased by the audience in the live broadcast room for a long time and has become a little greedy.

So, it is understandable that Wei Ci has gained a little weight during this period.

For example, the braised chicken legs that Wei Ci secretly brought back today were made by Jiang Pengji and the chef after several experiments, wasting a lot of ingredients and seasonings. Such a marinade has made Feng Jin not want to go home and use the small kitchen of the government affairs office.

Even so, the audience in the live broadcast room is still picky and thinks she has worked too hard.

[Kneel down and call daddy]: Alas, poor anchor, I really want to order a cross-dimensional takeaway to let you expand your horizons.

[Last update]: Hey, Huangji Villa, why hasn't the braised chicken rice I ordered come yet?

[Haoqi Changcun]: Poor anchor, I just ordered a potato beef shredded rice bowl, let you smell it.