The method of summoning the heroic spirit in Mengyuan is actually very simple. After successfully performing the "Lin Yuan Ritual" and transmitting the voice into Mengyuan, you only need to hold the sacred instrument and call her name.
In Shen Yan's shadow, a woman with fireworks in her arms walked out of the shadow.
Li Sanniang has lost her beauty when she was young, but now has a touch of the master's style when playing the pipa.
There is something wrong with Li Sanniang's state, she seems to have been immersed in her own world, her first love affair when she met the boy she liked, the long years of obsession and resentment, etc., and the final disappointment and depression.
Therefore, Li Sanniang is not like the archer Liu Xi and Liu Changyi whom Shen Yan summoned before. He needs to think hard before he can draw his bow.
As soon as Li Sanniang came out, she seemed to be indifferent to everything around her. Instead, she found a seat and played the pipa there minding her own business, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.
Shen Yan thought to himself, he just sighed, why did he summon another heroic spirit?
Although he already had a lesson learned from Liu Changyi, it still felt strange.
The people around also looked at Shen Yan with some surprise. Where did Shen Yan get the new holy weapon?
Especially Zhao Kuo, his expression was extremely weird.
It's over, it's over, those precious little things of his are all pseudo-holy weapons.
My heart bleeds and my money is wasted.
Looking at Shen Yan, something unknown was beating in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The sound of the pipa is like pearls falling on a jade plate, and the sound of exchanging ideas touches the soul.
Shen Yan didn't understand the pipa, but when he heard Li Sanniang's pipa, he thought that as a folk master, Li Sanniang had been playing the pipa all his life, and he specialized in the art. What he played was not just vocal music, but also the experience of life and the wind and frost of the road.
Really fascinating.
Originally, Shen Yan had a new sacred weapon, and other people wanted to gossip about it, but they were attracted by the sound of the pipa and forgot to ask.
The sound of the pipa that soothes the soul can sweep away the fatigue of a mercenary for a day, just like the song of a wandering poet, it can also help restore the soul consumed when using the heroic spirit.
At night, eating noodles and listening to the pipa under the oil lamp, it was so relaxing. No matter how hard it was, it seemed like it no longer existed.
Li Sanniang only played for about a quarter of an hour, because Shen Yan could only keep her playing for so long.
My head has started to feel sore.
"No, no, no, I have to take a nap."
I originally planned to collect other people’s opinions on noodles.
Shen Yan returned to the warehouse and fell asleep, leaving a group of people still marveling: "I've never seen anything last for such a short time. My health is not good."
Shen Yan fell asleep and went straight to the next day.
After walking out of the warehouse, even the children including Locust Cubs didn't know where they had gone.
Instead, he saw Zhao Kuo repairing the truck with a wrench.
After the truck traveled a long distance, some screws became loose. Zhao Kuo was tightening the screws there. The oil cylinder seemed to be leaking a little, so he was checking it there.
Shen Yan found Zhao Kuo, a sturdy car mechanic, under the car. Zhao Kuo, who was slightly oily, had a sculpted face that could be used in movies.
Shen Yan: "Let's buy some wild vegetables today. What we bought yesterday is not enough to brew a jar."
To make sauerkraut, you need a vegetable jar. The big water vat outside Shen Yanjian's warehouse would be good. Then get a lid and cover it with rocks, and seal the ventilated area with soil.
This method can actually achieve the effect of sealing and long-term preservation. The disadvantage is that it is inconvenient to take out the dishes every time, and you have to seal them again every time you take out the dishes.
Let’s just use it like this for now, and I’ll think of ways to make some more professional kimchi jars later.
Shen Yan said: "We also need a stove to burn the fire. I think the stove used for blacksmithing on the street would be good."
The noodle stall must choose a place where people come and go, and it can't be placed where they are now.
This requires a stove that can be easily moved.
Zhao Kuo thought for a while and nodded: "This is not a problem."
Shen Yan continued: "We still need to get some benches and tables."
Zhao Kuo was confused: "What are you doing with this thing? You can eat it just by squatting down with a bowl in hand."
How can mercenaries be so particular?
Shen Yan quickly said: "We are doing business after all. We can't just deal with it by ourselves. We still have to make it more formal."
"Business is not just as simple as selling a bowl of noodles, but also providing a comfortable environment."
"Do you think, for the same price, would you rather enjoy a sumptuous meal in a good environment, or would you rather make do with a messy environment?"
This may be due to different growth environments, resulting in different values.
"Eating also needs to have a sense of ritual."
Speak logically.
Zhao Kuo discovered that Shen Yan was always talking about one thing after another. He could explain a lot of truth about very simple things, such as having a meal, and even having something to do with pilgrimage.
Shen Yan: "Shall we buy some benches and tables?"
Afraid that Zhao Kuo would not agree, Shen Yan was about to say something more, but Zhao Kuo waved his hand: "No need to buy it, we can make it ourselves."
Things that mercenaries can solve by themselves will not cost money. Shen Yan doesn't know that firewood and rice are expensive.
Shen Yan thought to himself, "Since we can do it ourselves, let's make the tables and benches into square tables and benches like this."
At that time, there must be some care in placing the tables. Mercenaries in different mercenary groups don't trust each other very much, so there is basically no possibility of sharing a table.
Not only that, but there must be a safe distance between tables to avoid physical conflicts.
"The square tables are of the same height, making it easier to sit them together."
If people from the same mercenary group are here, they can sit at the same table, and there is no need to sit separately.
Zhao Kuo: "..."
Being used to seeing stalls set up everywhere, these things from Shen Yan were quite novel, although in Shen Yan's opinion, they were nothing short of ordinary.
Once we made arrangements, we took action.
You still need to buy some wild vegetables, and since they are wild vegetables after all, there is a lot of soil on them, so they need to be washed and then dried. The drying method also pays attention to the drying method, which is not to expose the moisture on the surface, but to air-dry the moisture on the surface.
Zhao Kuo also found a way to get a stove back, as well as a lot of materials for making tables and stools.
Every evening is the busiest time. When everyone comes back, they start making tables and benches, and go to bed much later at night.
The sound of ping ping ping pong is endless.
Shen Yan is also making sauerkraut.
Chop the sun-dried wild vegetables directly instead of pickling the whole plant, so the pickling cycle can be shortened a lot.
Mix the cut wild vegetables with salt, rub them, then put them into a jar and compact them.
In order to ensure a firm press, put a few washed stones directly on the top layer, then cover it with a lid, and use stones to press it down.
Find some clay and paste it all around and above the lid to make sure it's airtight. You can actually bury it directly, but it's not a small jar after all, so it's very inconvenient.
When this strange big jar was carried into a cool place and stored, everyone was still puzzled.
"Is this sauerkraut?"
"I don't know how it tastes?"
A few days later, Zhao Kuo and the others built two sets of tables and stools according to Shen Yan's requirements. In order to get these tables and stools, Shen Yan asked Zhao Kuo to spend a sum of money to go to the blacksmith shop and buy a carpenter's pusher.
"What is a pusher? That's amazing. It can be called a carpenter's artifact, the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people..."
Shen Yan boasted so much that Zhao Kuo was stunned.
However, the effect is also very significant. Originally, the rough edges of the tables and stools made by Zhao Kuo and the others were very obvious, so they could be used, but Shen Yan looked uncomfortable no matter what.
Don't you dislike your diaphragm when you touch it?
But with a push plane, it's different. It can even make the wood smoother than machine sanding.
With a push plane, the texture of the wood is clear, the original color is revealed, and it is full of beauty. Even the wood chips pushed out are rolled up like flowers.
After polishing it again, it was so smooth that you could rub it with your face without feeling any irritation at all.
Shen Yan looked at traditional utensils such as square tables and benches, and sighed, the familiarity engraved in his bones.
However, it took several days to rework the tables and stools.
In fact, there are only two sets of tables and stools, and we have to continue to work on the rest.
But it already meets the needs of a minimal noodle stall.
These days, more cloth was sold, and Zhao Kuo spent all the money to buy grain. The grain was stored in the cellar, locked with a big copper lock, and hidden very tightly. People who didn't know the location might not be able to find it if they looked for it.
Shen Yan's pickled kimchi is almost done, and it doesn't take long to pickle the chopped kimchi before it can be used.
"Now, the stove, pots, tables and stools, tableware, pickles, and flour are all ready."
"We will set up a stall tomorrow."
As for the price of each bowl of noodles, they have been discussed in the past few days.
Even the address of the noodle stall has been chosen, and it is right at the city gate. They are not far from the city gate, and the stove can be moved directly there, saving some money on truck gas.
At the gate of the city, people are coming and going, including mercenaries who are going out or returning home. This is the time when they are most willing to pay for a bowl of delicious food.
Mercenaries, beings who lick blood on the tip of their swords, are always more willing to spend money when traveling or returning home from a long trip.
The next day, before dawn, Shen Yan was shaken awake.
A group of people carrying pots, stoves, tables and stools walked towards the city gate.
There is a fairly flat piece of land at the gate of the city. The location is really good, and there are two big trees that can block the sun.
Put the things on the ground.
Those who roll the dough roll the dough, and those who boil the water boil the water.
After a while, white smoke steamed up.
The rising sun in the east also appeared at this time.
At the city gate, mercenaries began to come out one after another as usual.
The children of Locust Cubs stood there and started shouting, their faces flushed.
"Noodles, noodles."
“Hot, delicious noodles.”
However, after shouting for a while, although a few people were attracted, no one stayed to eat noodles.
The people from the Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group frowned a little. They knew how delicious their noodles were, and the price was right, so why didn’t anyone try it?
When Shen Yan thought about it, he probably understood the reason.
Although the noodles are good, others don’t know what they are.
For mercenaries, money has to be spent wisely.
Shen Yan thought for a while and then said: "Everyone is hungry too, Aunt Dong, let's order some noodles to eat by ourselves first."
"Locust cub, keep shouting."
Aunt Dong nodded, then picked up the colanders one by one, put the noodles into the colanders, and put them into the pot.
One colander is the amount of noodles for one bowl. This avoids unevenness when scooping out the noodles, and allows you to cook several bowls of noodles at the same time, improving efficiency.
The white noodles are rising and falling in the colander, and the unique flavor of pasta begins to emerge with the white steam.
