Wang Jing was stunned at first, then teased: "Fengxiao, you are being a little unkind. Back then, King Chen sent troops to escort you out of the country. You didn't think of repaying such a favor, but you coveted his family business. Isn't that bad?"

Guo Jia was really evil-minded as he actually had evil intentions towards the State of Chen, which had always lived in peace with the Luoyang court.

Guo Jia disagreed with this and kicked the ball back to Wang Jing: "My lord, this is absurd. I am just making a suggestion. Only my lord and Cao Mengde can decide whether to do it or not. What does it have to do with me, Guo Fengxiao?"

With such shamelessness, he can only be called a top strategist.

Wang Jing is not Prince Chen's father, so naturally he is too lazy to seek justice for him: "Haha, I hope Prince Chen is okay."

Chenliu County, General Fenwu’s Mansion.

This mansion was originally Zhang Chao's residence, but was now given to Cao Cao by Wang Jing for him to settle his family there.

Cao Ren, who had been scattered with the others, heard that Cao Cao was in Chenliu County, so he also came to join them with a few hundred remaining soldiers.

One day, when Cao Cao came back from meeting Wang Jing, there was something wrong with his expression.

When Cao Ren saw this, he immediately asked curiously, "My lord, have you encountered any difficulties?"

Cao Cao saw that it was his cousin Cao Ren, who was always close to him, and that everyone around him was his confidant. He sighed and told everyone the matter: "Yuan Xu just had a secret talk with me and said he was willing to help me conquer the State of Chen. I am undecided about this matter. What do you think?"

Xiahou Yuan was a straightforward person, and he directly expressed his doubts: "Although Marquis Qi and the lord are old friends, the foundation of the State of Chen is extraordinary. If our army can occupy this place, we can immediately make a comeback. Why would he be so kind?"

Xiahou Dun also felt that there must be something fishy about this matter, and he was also very suspicious of Wang Jing's motives: "Sending troops to rescue people is already a rare thing, and it is unreasonable for Marquis Qi to help the lord to this extent."

Cao Cao's eyes flickered, and he was analyzing the matter in his mind, trying to figure out Wang Jing's true intention.

At this time, Wang Jing was strolling leisurely in the Rencheng camp, and he was in the back kitchen area of ​​the cafeteria.

Wang Jing, a tall man, was standing in front of the newly built stove with his sleeves rolled up. He personally demonstrated to the chefs in the army and taught them how to cook.

Several blacksmiths carried a large iron pot and moved it to the stove with great effort: "General, this is the iron pot you wanted."

"Not bad. After a lot of effort, it's finally built."

Wang Jing looked at the big black iron pot in front of him with a very happy expression on his face.

During the Qin, Han and Three Kingdoms periods, although Chinese culture had achieved certain development, it was still far from technological mastery. Compared with later generations, the cooking methods could only be described as poor. Most of the time, food was steamed, boiled, stewed, or roasted over fire.

Although the taste was good, Wang Jing's taste had been spoiled by all kinds of delicious food from later generations, so he definitely wanted to eat something delicious every meal.

I especially like fried dishes.

Don’t underestimate stir-frying. This high-end cooking method did not appear until the Song Dynasty, which is still six or seven hundred years away from now.

Because of the limited cooking methods and the lack of seasonings, one can imagine how the food tastes.

Although there are some delicious foods, for Wang Jing, it is okay to try something new. If he eats like this every day, he will get tired of it.

Now that he has conquered such a large territory and the situation is relatively stable, Wang Jing began to think of ways to improve his life, starting with food.

Food is the most important thing for people. To be a civilized foodie, one must naturally work hard to satisfy his appetite.

To be honest, in a modern city two thousand years from now, a white-collar worker earning three thousand a month will be able to taste more and better food than what Wang Jing can eat now.

How could Wang Jing tolerate such a thing?

So he ran to the army, intending to train the cooks in the barracks first, so that no matter where he was sent to fight in the future, at least he would be able to swallow the food he put in his mouth.

Wang Jing suffered a lot when he sent troops to attack Yanzhou before.

He was really sick of eating the dry bread that was harder than mud bricks after eating for several days in a row, and his mouth was almost bland.

These days, Wang Jing supervised Dian Wei's military training in the Rencheng camp. Looking at the huge hodgepodge served by the army's chef like a treasure, to be honest, he had no appetite at all.

Eat it, but I can’t eat it.

I don't want to eat it, but I can't bear to refuse his kindness.

After struggling for a long time, Wang Jing finally had an idea. He thought of promoting the cooking method of iron pans and stir-frying. Therefore, he called the chefs over today and gave them a good lesson: "Watch out, I will teach you a brand new cooking method today. This is the supreme cooking secret skill I stole from New Oriental. Watch and learn it well."

Guo Jia, who had come to join in the fun, looked on curiously and said, "My lord, they say a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Are you going to do this yourself?"

Wang Jing rolled up his sleeves and smiled boldly: "I'm not a gentleman. Besides, food and sex are human nature. What's wrong with pursuing delicious food? It's because no one can make the food I want to eat yet."

When many people in the army heard that Wang Jing was going to cook himself, they all rushed to the kitchen to learn some knowledge.

The kitchen in Rencheng Camp is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people's homes.

There are not only five stewards and hundreds of kitchen workers, but also cooks who are specifically responsible for cooking. The number of people is not inferior to that of many aristocratic families in the county.

The kitchen in front of him was as big as a basketball court. Wang Jing specially asked the blacksmith to customize a batch of pots and pans, and also ordered people to bring common ingredients, including chicken, duck, fish, pork and other meats.

Wang Jing skillfully grabbed a piece of fatty pork with both hands, put it in the pot to boil it into oil, and then started cooking.

The seasonings of this era were very monotonous. The common ones were only salt, garlic, ginger, onions and the like. Wang Jing's favorite chili pepper was nowhere to be seen in the Central Plains of this era, not to mention high-tech things like MSG, chicken essence, Lao Gan Ma, and bean paste, which could only be dreamed of.

Although the ingredients were scarce, Wang Jing still relied on his memory and his skillful cooking movements astounded all the so-called chefs in the army.

After a while, a rich and tempting fragrance wafted into the air.

A chef couldn't help but twitch his nose and asked tentatively: "Excuse me, General, what kind of dish is this that is so delicious?"

"This is called cooking!" Wang Jing said calmly as he stir-fried the food: "Watch carefully. Ask if you don't understand. I will give you something important in a few days."

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.

Wang Jing's determination to improve the military food cannot be disobeyed.

In fact, the development of food is closely related to kitchen utensils.

The reason why stir-frying did not appear until the Northern Song Dynasty was entirely because China's iron smelting technology advanced during the Northern Song Dynasty and iron production gradually increased, which prompted a fundamental change in eating habits.

You should know that during the Northern Song Dynasty, the annual iron production reached a peak of 8 million jin. This production, converted into later units, is equivalent to 4,000 tons of iron.

Compared with the output of billions of tons in modern society, it is indeed not enough, but in ancient times, an annual output of 4,000 tons of iron was already a very astonishing number.

According to the weight of iron pots manufactured in the Northern Song Dynasty, if all of China's iron production in that year was used to make iron pots, more than one million pots could be produced!

It is precisely because of this entry-level iron production that China can, in addition to meeting the needs of weapons and armor, provide sufficient products for the cooking stoves of tens of millions of civilians.

With the prerequisite of sufficient iron production, iron pots were able to flourish in the Song Dynasty and become popular among the people, which effectively promoted the promotion of Chinese cooking methods in the Song Dynasty.

However, all this has been greatly advanced now. Wang Jing has been promoting the coal and iron joint venture in Bingzhou. With the promotion of traditional iron-making technology, the output of steel has surpassed that of the two Song dynasties and has reached nearly 20 million jin.

This output is three times the national output of the Northern Song Dynasty and nine times the output during the peak period of the Tang Dynasty!
Therefore, the efficiency of military farming under Wang Jing's rule was so high. With the extensive use of sophisticated iron farm tools, farming was several times faster than that of others.

However, with the skyrocketing steel production capacity, weapons and farm tools alone could no longer fully consume all the iron ingots produced. Therefore, Wang Jing began to think about iron pots, and even went so far as to personally go into battle and sell the products on site.

Wang Jing was seen frying enthusiastically in front of the stove, and the chefs around him were watching him seriously and attentively, not even daring to blink their eyes.

As the saying goes, a secret should not be passed on to outsiders. In this era of scarce knowledge and technology, no matter whether it is learning literature, martial arts, or a skill to support oneself, the master is always very cautious and strict in teaching his apprentices. Some even pass the skills from father to son and grandson to grandson, and never to outsiders. Some even pass them on to sons and not daughters.

The cooks in the military camp had never expected that when Wang Jing was cooking, he not only allowed them to watch, but also allowed them to ask questions. Several older cooks were so excited that they were shaking all over and were moved beyond words.

How could they have dared to think of such a good thing when they were young! But then they thought about it and felt relieved. Wang Jing was Marquis Qi, a great man who was high above everyone else. How could he care about a mere cooking method?
To put it bluntly, people don't worry at all that teaching their apprentices will starve them to death.

After realizing this, several cooks in the army felt relieved and watched Wang Jing cook with peace of mind. When they encountered something they didn't understand, they would ask directly, fearing that they would not be able to learn the essence of it.

Even some smart chefs are already wondering where this culinary mecca, New Oriental, is.

The person who could teach Qi Hou such amazing skills must have an extraordinary background. I don’t know if I will have the chance to study at New Oriental in this lifetime.

Cooking is not difficult. Just watch it a few times and you will learn the basic techniques. The remaining mastery depends on your understanding and hard work.

Frying, stir-frying, cooking, deep-frying and braising, in less than half an hour, Wang Jing made sixteen dishes, showing the essence of all of them one by one. His cooking skills, which had lasted for more than twenty years since he was single before the time travel, stunned all the chefs.

By the time Wang Jing put down the spoon, the table was already filled with a variety of hot and cold, meat and vegetable dishes.

After finishing, Wang Jing threw away the spatula, waved his hand with great ambition, and invited everyone with a row of dishes in their hands to sit down.

Wang Jing smiled and said, "It's time to eat. If you have anything to say, we can talk after dinner!"

Then he waved his hand and ordered someone to bring the food.

Put it on the table, open the lid of the pot, and an irresistible aroma instantly wafts out.

Dian Wei, who had been waiting on the side, twitched his nose a few times and asked in surprise: "My lord, this is..."

"Haha, Junming, you're here too, come and try it!"

Wang Jing brought a bowl of food and placed it in front of Dian Wei. He then handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "See if it suits your taste."

Dian Wei was flattered and thanked him repeatedly. Then he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth. As soon as he started chewing, a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

The chicken is so soft and melts in your mouth that you want to swallow your tongue.

Guo Jia was drooling at the sight and couldn't help but pick up a pair of chopsticks and join in: "It's rare for the lord to cook in person. Jia will try some too!"

The three of them ate so happily that they instantly turned into foodies.

After eating and drinking, Wang Jing and Dian Wei talked about the wounded soldiers.

Yanzhou has been suppressing bandits frequently recently, and there are many wounded soldiers in the military camp. Even Dian Wei suffered a serious arrow wound on his shoulder.

The wound was very deep, and Wang Jing did not trust the treatment methods of ordinary doctors, so he relied on the knowledge in his mind to bandage Dian Wei's wound himself.

But he couldn't do all this by himself in the future, so Wang Jing asked Guo Jia to recruit medical talents.

Wang Jing asked Guo Jia: "Fengxiao, have you found the person you were asked to find?"

"My Lord, the famous doctor Hua Tuo has been found. Shall we summon him now?"

"Well, call the people over."

Soon, an old man with an unremarkable appearance was brought in front of Wang Jing.

"I, Hua Tuo, pay my respects to Lord Qi."

"Sir, please get up quickly."

Wang Jing was very polite to the doctor who cured and saved lives, and gave Hua Tuo considerable courtesy: "Dr. Hua, please treat him."

"I really don't deserve the title of miracle doctor."

Hua Tuo said modestly, then looked at Dian Wei, nodded and said: "Captain Dian, please take off your clothes and let me see your wound."

Dian Wei took off his shirt and slowly untied the bandage on his shoulder blade, revealing the wound caused by the arrow.

Hua Tuo took a few glances and said in amazement: "This wound has been treated very skillfully. It has scabbed over. Just rest and don't do strenuous exercise. It will be healed in half a month!"

Wang Jing felt relieved after hearing this. Fortunately, the wound was bandaged well and there was no infection.

Of course, this is also related to Dian Wei’s own strong physical fitness. After all, he is a top master who has entered the fifth realm of martial arts, and his physique is as strong as an elephant.

Dian Wei also laughed heartily and said, "My Lord, Divine Doctor Hua has said that I am now in good health."

Hua Tuo seemed to be hesitant to speak, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Captain Dian, can you tell me how you treated your wound? I have seen many injured soldiers, and no matter how timely their wounds were treated, they still had some signs of infection. But your wound is a little abnormal..."

One of Dian Wei's personal soldiers nearby was unhappy and said unhappily, "Why, do you wish my captain's wound would get infected?"

Hua Tuo quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant."

Wang Jing not only respected Hua Tuo, but also intended to use him. Seeing him being humiliated, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "It's important to understand that Dr. Hua is just curious about medical skills, and he has no other intentions."

After sending away a few rude soldiers, Wang Jing looked at Hua Tuo with a smile and said, "These people didn't mean to say it. If I have offended you, please forgive me, doctor."

Hua Tuo waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I was just being too rude."

Before finding Hua Tuo, Guo Jia said that Hua Tuo was traveling around the world and was invited because he happened to pass by Yanzhou. Now that he wanted to keep him, Wang Jing considered his words and asked, "Where is Doctor Hua going to travel next?"

Hua Tuo traveled around the world throughout his life, saving countless lives. In terms of the compassion of a doctor, Wang Jing could not match him, but he really could not agree with this method.

A hero needs three helpers, and there is strength in numbers. How many people can you save if you go around saving people by yourself?
In addition, there was chaos and war in those days, and the number of deaths was always greater than the number of people he saved.

Hua Tuo thought for a moment and said, "I plan to go to Jizhou in a few months. I heard that there is a great war going on there and many people have been injured."

This means he wants to run to Yuan Shao, but of course that's not possible.

Wang Jing thought about how to keep him, and then he came up with an idea. He looked at Hua Tuo and said seriously, "I think the doctor wants to treat the wounded there. Has the doctor ever thought that a person's power is limited after all? No matter how skilled you are, how many people can you save in your busy life?"

"Oh!"

Hua Tuo frowned and asked, "I wonder what advice the general has?"

Wang Jing sighed and said, "As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. As the saying goes, many hands make light work. Has the miracle doctor never thought of running a college to promote medicine and leave a good reputation for generations like Confucius did?"

"College?"

Hua Tuo was stunned. He didn't understand what Wang Jing was trying to say. After all, medical skills these days are like martial arts. Each school and sect cherishes them very much and would never show them to others easily. After all, this knowledge can be passed on to future generations as a family heritage.

But these four words "leave a good reputation for generations to come" deeply touched Hua Tuo's heart.

Life is nothing but fame and fortune.

Hua Tuo practiced medicine to save lives and did not care much about money. After all, with his medical skills, he would definitely not be short of money.

Not seeking profit does not mean not caring about one's reputation.

If there really is an opportunity to leave a lasting legacy, who would be willing to give it up easily?

Therefore, Hua Tuo did not rush to refuse, but waited patiently for the next step.

Seeing this, Wang Jing took the opportunity to persuade him, "Doctor Hua, with your medical skills, you can open a school that specializes in teaching medicine. You teach your disciples, and your disciples teach your disciples, and your descendants will be endless. After a few generations, the number of people who know medicine in the world will surely increase greatly. Even if they only learn one or two of your true teachings, they can still treat more patients than you can by traveling around alone, right? In the future, doctors all over the world will probably respect you as the ancestor."

When Hua Tuo heard this, his eyes lit up and his mind was shaken.

After a brief thought, he understood what Wang Jing wanted to express, and then asked with great interest: "General, can you explain in detail what a medical school is?" (End of this chapter)