"Want to draw a poor monk?"

Hearing Wu Dalang's suggestion, the great monk of the Roast Pig Academy laughed, "Monk, I am not a very virtuous monk, how can I paint?" ”

"Master, it's better to sit down and listen to Xiaodi speak slowly." Wu Dalang pulled over a chair and glanced at Monk Fu.

Monk Fu on the side hurriedly said, "Master, the back kitchen is the end of work, and the disciples will keep an eye on it." ”

It's late at night, and the night market of the Roast Pig Courtyard Restaurant is almost closed, and the customers in the store are all full of wine and food, and they are leaving one after another. The great monk of the Roast Pig Courtyard had nothing to do, he couldn't sleep for a while, and he also thought Wu Dalang's proposal was very interesting, so he sat down and wanted to hear it.

Monk Fu went to the back kitchen for a turn, and when he came out, he had an extra tray in his hand, a wine jug on the plate, a pair of dishes and chopsticks, a plate of peanuts and a stack of buns. Then another gust of wind went away.

These foods are all the supper of the great monk - although the monk roasts pork, it is inconvenient to eat meat in public. Therefore, in front of outsiders, Master Huiming, a monk of the Roast Pig Academy, will not touch the meat.

Of course, the bun in front of him was stuffed with mutton...... The stuffing is in the bun, and others should not be able to see it, so it is not considered a broken ring.

The great monk grabbed a bun and took a big bite, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Wu Dalang and the others: "You can also try the steamed buns in the roast pig courtyard, although they are not as good as the plum blossom buns in the cave of the Wang Tower, but they are not too much worse." ”

The cave plum blossom buns in the Wanglou are actually soup dumplings, which are also a big road goods in later generations, but they are unique in the Northern Song Dynasty. The great monk of the Roast Pig Courtyard has always wanted to "copycat", but unfortunately the royal building keeps a secret, and the great monk can't figure out the trick for a while.

But this knock on the door, Wu Dalang knows.

Da Lang was not polite, picked up a hot bun with chopsticks, and took a big bite like a monk in the roast pig courtyard. The skin of the bun is very soft, and the inside is a delicious mutton filling, which is really high-quality, but there is no hot soup.

Wu Dalang rolled his eyes and said, "Master, in my opinion, the buns in the Roast Pig Courtyard are not under the Wang Tower. That Wang Lou bun is just a little trick, using the method of boiling gelatin to make soup jelly mixed with filling......"

"What's the hell?" The great monk suddenly shouted, a pair of eyes stared like copper bells, staring at Wu Dalang, "You say it again!" ”

Wu Dalang said with a smile: "Master, the cave plum blossom buns in Wanglou are just mixed with meat skin soup jelly in the filling, and the preparation method of meat skin soup jelly is similar to gelatin, but it is not so thick, and the materials are not so particular, no need for beef tendon and deer tendon, just use pig skin, pork bones and fresh soup to slowly boil." ”

Gelatin is the raw material for the preparation of glue alum water, which can make the eye color adhere to the picture without peeling off or falling off, so glue alum water is a must for fine brush painting. There is a technique called "three alum and nine dyeing" in gongbi painting, which refers to the method of using glue and alum water to render colors many times.

The preparation of glue alum water is a technique mastered by most painters of the Song Dynasty. It's just that the only one who can associate glue alum water with Wang Lou buns is probably Wu Dalang.

"I see! Haha......" The great monk patted his bald head, "It's really stupid, why didn't you think of it?" ”

He is good at cooking meat dishes, so he naturally knows that meat juices are easy to freeze. It's just that when I was researching how to make steamed buns, I didn't think of the method of chopping and mixing the jelly into the filling. Now that it was broken by Wu Dalang, it suddenly became enlightened.

At this time, the great monk didn't have the heart to talk to Wu Dalang, so he stood up immediately and arched his hand at Wu Dalang and the others, "Dalang, everyone, the poor monk should accompany him less, the poor monk is a quick temper, and he can't have anything in his heart, so I'm going to make a few plum blossom buns to try...... When the bun is done, Da Lang wants to paint the poor monk, but if the painting is like, the poor monk will recommend Da Lang to the abbot brother.

Our Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, the abbot brother can also speak on the Queen Mother's side, if the painting of Dalang is really good, recommended to the palace, it is to be edicted, the decree can also be appreciated.

If you don't draw well...... It's better to learn to make steamed buns with poor monks. ”

After speaking, the great monk turned his head and left, running to the back kitchen like a whirlwind.

Looking at the back of the monk, the three people present looked at each other, and after a while, they heard Guo Jing speak.

"Da Lang, this monk is also a way."

"Do you want to make steamed buns?" Liu Wuji asked in a daze.

Guo Jing laughed, "Wu Dalang's buns are also catchy." ”

"Hah!"

Wu Dalang also smiled.

The red face with a hint of wine was full of triumph.

He squinted his eyes and said in a low voice: "This is a trouble, if you really let the Roast Pig Courtyard recommend me, it will not be easy to do the work of East Cross Street." ”

The trick of East Cross Street is to forge fake paintings to make money, if Wu Dalang does the edict and the decree, then his hand of figure painting will be known.

It's not easy to "cheat money" again......

Hearing his words, Guo Jing and Liu Wuji both shook their heads.

How did this Wu Dalang fall into the eyes of money?

Is your family's current trouble solved by money?

However, the two did not persuade Wu Dalang to "take the right path", after all, they didn't know much about the monk of the Roast Pig Academy, maybe he was an unreliable master?

Moreover, what is the number of the abbot of this Great Xiangguo Temple, who knows.

Wu Dalang's mood seems to be very good, although the sky is now dark like ink, and the Zhouqiao Night Market outside is gradually deserted, but Wu Dalang keeps drinking glass after glass of wine, and has no intention of leaving.

Wu Haogu's previous life was not a drop of wine, but in this life, he was quite good at the things in the cup, and he still drank a lot. How many cups of yellow soup have been eaten, but there are still fifty or sixty percent sober, but his alcohol addiction is not small, and he can't control it when he drinks it, and sooner or later he will get himself drunk.

I don't know how long it took, the three people who accompanied Wu Dalang to eat and drink were a little sleepy, looked at each other, and prepared to pull Wu Dalang out of the Roast Pig Courtyard Restaurant.

At this moment, Monk Fu came out of the kitchen, and when he saw that Wu Dalang and the others had not left, he came up and said, "Da Lang, third brother, Xiao Yi, it's not too early, you can go back." ”

Guo Jing and Liu Wuji nodded, Guo Jing went to help Wu Dalang, and Liu Wuji went to get the easel and luggage that Wu Dalang brought from home. Wu Dalang, who staggered to his feet, asked casually: "Monk, is the bun done?" ”

"Where is it so fast," Monk Fu smiled, "Hasn't Da Lang boiled gelatin?" It takes a few hours, and it has to be cold before it can be frozen. ”

"Oh, too." Wu Haogu smiled, "Then I'm going to say goodbye to the master of the Roast Pig Academy?" ”

"No need," Monk Fu smiled bitterly, "My master is already drunk in the kitchen while waiting for the meat skin soup to boil while eating wine." Looks like I'll have to stay in the kitchen until dawn......"

"Drunk?" Wu Dalang staggered to his feet, "I'll take a look." ”

As he spoke, he didn't want Guo Jing and Liu Wuji to support him, so he swaggered towards the kitchen of the roast pig courtyard.

Because there was soup (jelly of meat skin) boiling on the stove, it was very hot in the kitchen, and Wu Dalang sweated as soon as he entered, and the strength of the wine was a little over. He looked around and saw that although the kitchen was lit, it was very dim, as if there was no one.

When he was wondering, he suddenly heard a thunderous sound, and followed the sound to see a huge monk lying sideways on a large rectangular table, which was Huiming of the Roast Pig Courtyard. The monk's shirt had been ripped off and rolled up around his waist, revealing his tattooed upper body.

Da Lang took a closer look and found that this monk's belly was very large, with black hair on his chest and belly, thick and powerful arms, and clear muscle lines, one of which was holding a wine gourd, and the other arm was supporting the big head, and the pair of big copper bell-like eyes on the head were open, but there was a thunderous snoring sound from his mouth.

Wu Haogu looked at it for a while, and suddenly blurted out: "What a drunken Arhat!" ”

Hearing Wu Dalang's shouting, the three people outside hurriedly came in, and Liu Wuji came in a hurry, and he didn't even put down the easel in his hand.

Wu Dalang saw the easel in Liu Wuji's hand, smiled stupidly, and burped, "Brother Xiaoyi, quickly put up the easel, and I will paint the drunken Arhat here." ”

Liu Wuji shook his head and said in his heart: You are drunk like this, can you still paint? Do you really think that you are a "good wine to make gas, every time you want to squander, you must drink" painting saint Wu Daozi?

"Brother Xiaoyi, don't bring the easel yet!" Wu Dalang, who was half-drunk and half-awake, saw Liu Wuji stunned there, and roared again.

Liu Wuji couldn't help but laugh and set up the easel for Wu Dalang, and brought the pen, ink, paper, inkstone for Wu Dalang's painting and the drawing board with raw and cooked xuan glued and put them on the shelf.

"Grind ink!" Wu Dalang shouted, and while the wine was rising, he picked up the charcoal strips he had smoldered out of wicker and began to draft on cooked rice paper......