When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Chao changed into a full set of new clothes, shoes and hats. He had a black soft-legged head, a white round-necked robe, a leather belt around his waist, and Ubud boots on his feet.

After dressing, Zhang Chao took a basin of water and looked at him, and found that the person in the water also had a bit of Tang Dynasty style.

This round-necked robe is actually a robe connected to a garment, but there is a slit in the middle of the outer thigh. There is also a hidden outer collar button at the collar, and there is a collar button at the bottom of the breasts on one side.

This kind of robe was improved on the basis of the Han Dynasty's deep clothes, which was similar to the round-necked robes of officials and scholars in the Tang Dynasty. However, the robes of officials and scholars were not open, and the robes were longer, directly to the feet. However, the round-necked robes worn by ordinary people were only at the calf.

The clothes, shoes and hats were made by Zhang Chao from Qi Niang. Qi Niang had good skills and fine stitches. The clothes were just right on her body, both big and small. Because it was cold, the robe was still a mezzanine, with some silk cotton in it.

The robe and robe were actually somewhat similar to those in the Republic of China. The common people's robe and robe were opened for the convenience of labor. The soldiers in the army also wore this kind of robe, which was also for the convenience of fighting, riding and shooting.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

Zhang Chao changed into a new robe, which was no different from the people of the Tang Dynasty. Although the robe was made of hemp and not as comfortable as his original clothes, it made him no longer feel like an outsider.

Zhang Chao, who was in great spirit, stood outside the cave and was in great interest and started punching Tai Chi.

Just as I felt good about myself, my father who came back from the cottage looked at him a few times and snorted coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Dad, this is Tai Chi. Look at my fist. Although it seems gentle and slow, it can actually pull a thousand pounds."

"I'll try." After the father said that, he punched him, and Zhang Chao quickly resisted. He wanted to use Tai Chi to resolve the problem. As a result, when his father exerted a little force, Zhang Chao fell four feet towards the sky.

My father bent down and reached out to pull Zhang Chao up, which was so painful that his butt was falling, and slapped the snow on his body.

"Your boxing has a nice name, Tai Chi. Unfortunately, it doesn't have any power in fact. If you just practice health care, I think it's OK, but if you say you strengthen your body and even go to battle to kill enemies, your boxing will not work. I think you don't practice this Tai Chi in the future. Practice with me. It's sure that you will be thousands of times better than your Tai Chi."

Zhang Chao couldn't refute that his father belittled Tai Chi so much. Although Tai Chi is legendary, it's a pity that he can't practice it. Those moves just now were just learned from the old men in the park before.

Zhang Chao was still very excited when his father was willing to teach him martial arts. After all, his father had been fighting in the south and north for many years, and he had fought from the crowd of dead people. He must be very powerful.

He agreed excitedly, but his father just lifted out his fifteen-pound iron spear and threw it to Zhang Chao.

"Puncture well, hold the gun, and thrust forward. When thrusting, use all your strength, and yell while thrusting."

Zhang Chao held the heavy gun, set his pace according to his father's request, and stabbed forward with all his strength. When he yelled, he was indeed a little imposing.

"It's still pretty, just like that, keep this posture and shoot a hundred shots today. Remember, you have to be serious and full of effort in every shot, and you must not slacken in slack."

One hundred guns, isn't this a trivial matter?

Zhang Chao felt that 100 shots were not difficult, but after he shot eight or nine times in a row, he felt that he couldn't do it. His legs were sore, his arms were even more sore, his waist was sore, and his throat couldn't even be shouted out.

Just as he was about to relax, his father slapped him on the shoulder and almost slapped him down.

"You must persist even if you grit your teeth. If you can't do it a hundred times, don't stop."

In the end, Zhang Chao failed to shoot a hundred shots. When he reached the 27th shot, he couldn't lift his arms. The fifteen-pound spear was a little heavy in his hand, but it was even more heavy when he stabbed it out and retracted it over and over again.

"Forget it, let's just come here today. I didn't expect you to be so tall but your strength is so weak. You can't do it if you only have twenty-seven shots, and you have to practice twice as much in the future." The father smiled bitterly. When he ordered a hundred shots for Zhang Chao, he ordered a very low number. Who knew that he could not even finish a hundred, so he could only stab twenty-seven shots.

Zhang Chao put down his spear and panted.

"Dad, how good is it to be when you have to practice your skills?"

"When you can stab a thousand guns in one breath, then you will have my ability."

With a thousand guns, Zhang Chao was speechless. He might not be able to succeed until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

I ate the steamed cakes sent by Qi Niang, which are actually big trowels. The steamed cakes from Tangren are called steamed cakes, whether they are steamed buns, buns, or flower rolls, they are called steamed cakes. The steamed cakes sent today are actually yellow flour buns, which are made of millet noodles, and the steamed buns steamed from yellow millet flour are also yellow.

Zhang Chao had so much effort to practice guns in the morning, and he had a great appetite.

He picked up a yellow bun and bit it down.

But Zhang Chao almost vomited again immediately, and it was so sour.

"Dad, we use old noodles to cook this steamed cake. Have you forgotten to add alkali?"

"Well, I use old noodles to make pasta. What is alkali? What is alkaline? What is alkaline?"

It turns out that there was no yeast powder in this era, so people use old noodles when making noodles, commonly known as fermented heads. In fact, it is to put a piece of dough for a day, and the next day the dough becomes a fermented head, which can be used to help ferment. In later generations, many northern people still use this method to ferment.

This is how the old noodles steamed buns in later generations were made, but they would not be sour. Because everyone would add some baking soda, that is, alkali. After adding alkali, it will neutralize the sour taste of the leaves and make the noodles more swell and loosen.

The Tang Dynasty obviously had not used this method, or it was not such alkali.

No wonder the steamed cakes are sour.

Zhang Chao remembers that edible alkali is actually easy to extract. There is natural alkali in some salt lakes, and there is often the saying that salt salt in summer is often used to recover alkali. If you process and extract natural alkali and lime, you can finally get edible alkali. You can even directly process and extract edible alkali with salt.

These refining methods were learned and tested when they were in middle school. Zhang Chao felt that he had found another way to make money. If he could extract edible alkali, then everyone would not have to eat sour noodles in the future. Moreover, the pasta with alkali added would be even more fluffy. Once such a good thing came out, would you still worry about not being able to sell it?

Moreover, this thing is not difficult to process, the materials are salt, lime, and wood ash. If it were salt, it would be very expensive after the Middle Tang Dynasty, but now, like the Sui Dynasty, the salt court does not collect taxes. Dollars of rice are now a few hundred cents, but a doll of salt is only about a hundred cents, which is much cheaper than rice.

After eating two steamed cakes with sourness and barely filling her stomach, Zhang Chao refused to eat them again. He was not pregnant and had no appetite for eating sour steamed buns.

Walking to the small courtyard outside the door and squatted down, Zhang Chao thought about his schedule.
Chapter completed!