The cooking of the Tang Dynasty was mainly steaming and cooking, and cooking was not popular. This was not because the people of the Tang Dynasty were not smart enough, but because of the limitations of conditions.

Due to the backwardness of iron smelting forging technology, people cannot create thin and smooth arc-shaped iron pots, so they are cooked using rough tripods made of molds.

Qiaowen is preparing to launch cooking, and first of all, he needs to make an iron pot.

Among the craftsmen brought by Ding Defu, there was a blacksmith in his forties named Xing Yue, from Qizhou, Hedong. He was tall, blushed, and looked powerful as Kong Wu, but he only had one right arm.

Seeing Qiao Wen’s doubts, Xing Yue raised his right arm, and his wide sleeves fell off naturally, revealing his muscles like iron. He smiled heartily and said, “Mr. Qiao, don’t see that I only have one hand, but it’s no problem to make a blacksmith.”

Behind him, two young men of equally strong figures, were the two sons of Xing Blacksmith, Daniu and Erniu. They nodded vigorously to express their support for their father.

Ding Zhong, the housekeeper of the Ding Mansion, was about fifty years old and honest. He said: "Xing Blacksmith is not an ordinary person. He was originally the chief craftsman of the Welfare Department of the Ministry of Works. The sharpest weapons of the Tang Army can be used to hit the horizontal sword and the Mo sword.

He followed His Majesty to fight south and north. When he was fighting Luoyang, he personally participated in the war, made military achievements, and lost an arm.

The government specially allowed him to leave his craftsmanship and run his own iron-forged business, and not pay taxes."

When talking about this experience, Xing Blacksmith laughed loudly, with a proud look on his face.

Daniu and Erniu also grinned and still nodded to express their admiration for their father.

Qiao Wen put a drawing on several tables and said, "Bo Xing, look at this, can you type it out?"

This is a drawing of a shallow iron pot for cooking, which requires uniform thickness, smooth surface and uniform arc.

After watching for a long time, Xing Blacksmith thought it was very difficult and wanted to admit that it could not be built, but he was a little unwilling to accept it. He thought about it carefully for a long time and finally shook his head.

He said regretfully: "The thickness is even and the surface is smooth. I have no problem with this. But the curve is even and I can't hit it."

Xing Yue is a top forging master in the Tang Dynasty. He can't even forge it, so there is basically no hope.

Without a shallow iron pot, Qiao Wen's plan basically failed. Ding Defu was disappointed and his face became gloomy. Ding Zhiqing was not worried, and she said, "Brother Qiao must have a way."

Qiao Wen casts admiring eyes at this beautiful fan and says to himself: "This little girl is good and has a future for cultivation."

He said to Xing Yue: "This is not difficult. With your skills, as long as you know the forging technology, you can make it." As he said that, he took out a piece of paper and placed it on several tables.

The paper reads "Handmade iron pot forging technology".

my country's handmade iron pot forging technology originated in the Ming Dynasty and has a history of hundreds of years and has been approved as a world intangible cultural heritage.

The process includes cutting pot embryos, calcining pot handles, forging pot handles, forming pot handles, forging pot embryos, calcining pot body, forging and removing rust, forming pot embryos, one cold forging, second cold forging, three cold forging and mirror molding.

After thousands of hammering and hitting by craftsmen, the forged iron pot is as smooth as a mirror, does not rust, does not put oil, does not stick to the pan, and the heat conducts evenly, and the dishes made taste better. They are the first choice for high-end restaurants.

Qiao Wen only knew the forging process, but he was not clear about the details of the quenching technology and other aspects. However, since Xing Blacksmith was able to create a horizontal knife with high craftsmanship requirements, he naturally had a high craftsmanship level. It should be no problem to create an iron pot.

Xing Blacksmith didn't know much about literacy, and he recognized some of the words above, but he had already seen that what was written on it was the forging process of the shallow iron pot, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

Qiao Wen pointed at the handwriting on the paper with his finger and said, "This is the forging process, the order is to cut the pot embryo, calcin the pot handle, and forging the pot handle..."

"Wait a minute." Xing Blacksmith interrupted Qiao Wen's words.

Qiao Wen looked at him in confusion.

"Mr. Qiao Lang, why do you want me to teach this? What do you want me to do?" Xing Blacksmith asked alertly:

"Hmm? Oh." Qiao Wen thought for a while and understood what he meant.

Technology is confidential, and it has been the norm from ancient times to the present, especially in ancient times.

The skills are basically passed on to the sons and not to the daughters. If there is no son, they will be passed on to the son-in-law, or if they choose the children of the family, they will be passed on to the disciples of other surnames only if they have no choice but to be passed on to the disciples of other surnames. The conditions will be very strict.

When teaching disciples, the master often keeps his hands on it, which is the main reason why many ancient skills have been lost to this day.

Qiao Wen casually passed on such a profound wrought iron craft to outsiders, and Xing Blacksmith would naturally suspect that he had other intentions.

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong with Xing Bo. I just know the order of these processes, various quenching techniques, and forging techniques, but I don't know them. You still need to explore them slowly by yourself.

These things are of no use to me, only experts like you can play their role.”

"But, but..." Xing Blacksmith was still hesitant.

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "If you feel sorry for it, I will add a condition. The iron pot you created can only be sold to Manager Ding within three years, not to others?"

"That's OK." Xing Blacksmith was excited and wanted to rub his hands, but he only had one arm, so he patted his son Erniu's shoulder. His hands were very strong, and his son grinned his teeth in pain, but he forced himself to say no.

The people of the Tang Dynasty paid attention to the spirit of contract, so Shopkeeper Ding signed an iron pot purchase and underwriting agreement with Xing Blacksmith.

After completing this matter, Qiao Wen issued another order to ask Manager Ding to purchase the items listed above.

Then, he followed Xing Blacksmith and his son to their blacksmith shop and guided them to develop iron pots.

At noon, in the yard of Huang Erniang's house, Huang Erniang was talking to two young men.

One of them was wearing a dark gray dress and a patched burlap apron around his waist. His name was Han San, and he was a cooper. He was 16 years old. He was tall and strong, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, a big mouth, and a short beard that had just developed on his upper lips. He was quite heroic. He had some martial arts skills and was good at fighting and was known as Dan Sanro.

Another young man named Xiao Dalang, who is Li Zheng's only child. He has a fat baby, a round face and a chubby appearance. He is the same age as Qiao Wen. He is a student of the Imperial College course at this time, and like Han San, he is Qiao Wen's childhood friend.

Huang Erniang said worriedly: "Qiaowen has not come back until now. You two go to the West City to look for it. If you really can't find it, please report it to the official."

Han San said, "Okay, I'll go now."

Xiao Dalang stuttered a little, and he stuttered: "I, I'll go too. I have a carriage at home. Take the car faster, faster."

Han San stopped talking, reached out to pull Xiao Dalang and left.

In the afternoon, Qiao Wen returned to Ding Defu's house. The concierge told him that Ding Defu and others were in the kitchen, and he walked directly towards the kitchen.

Ding Zhiqing was standing at the kitchen door. When she saw Qiao Wen coming back, she hurriedly reached out and pulled up the hem of her skirt and quickly met her.
Chapter completed!