Chapter 140 is what you wanted to read, why are you crying?

"Hapy is the god with the baboon head, from ancient Egypt, not Sichuan, and he protects the lungs;"

"Aimset is a god with a human head, and this jar is carved with him. He guards the liver."

Zhang Yang tried to explain to the comments, but everyone was already excited and partying, and didn't care what he was saying at all.

The screen is full of Happy and Shet...

A bit difficult to stretch.

"Everyone, please be civilized. Forget it, just have fun by yourselves. I will continue to explain how to deal with these internal organs."

The processing method of the mummy's internal organs is similar to that of the body. They should have been salted dry, but Zhang Yang took a shortcut and omitted this step.

But the latter part cannot be omitted.

You need to first apply a layer of ointment on the skin, then wrap it with a layer of resin, and finally wrap it with linen.

[This delicious sesame oil chicken heart is ready]

[A European version of rice dumplings? ]

[This package is made of cured meat]

[The first live broadcast room on the Internet to broadcast pickled chicken offal]

[What did the anchor go through? This transformation is too abrupt]

A lot of outrageous comments floated by, but if you look closely, you will find that there are only a few dozen viewers who are talking.

This means that the remaining nearly two thousand people are watching the live broadcast seriously.

Zhang Yang was deeply encouraged and immediately proceeded to the next step.

It's time to process the whole chicken.

First wipe off the alkaline water on the surface of the chicken with a cloth.

Then, the most sacred step in the Egyptian mummification process began.

"This thing is called myrrh. I wonder if there are any viewers who know Chinese medicine. It is said that this thing is a gift from the three wise men from the East to Jesus. They like the Jesus on the cross."

"It's actually quite outrageous because as early as 2000 BC, the ancient Egyptians used myrrh to preserve mummies, but Jesus was treated as a treasure."

"This is called cinnamon bark. Friends who like to eat braised food should know it."

"Mix the two together, boil them in water, and then pour them over the chicken..."

【Braised chicken! 】

[I just said it was a food live broadcast]

[Ahhh, I just bought braised chicken legs!!!]

[I'm afraid the taste is a bit strong]

"This isn't a stew, it's just for flavoring."

"That's what the ancient Egyptians really did. At that time, there were only a few kinds of spices, and they had to be used even if they had strong flavors."

"Anyone who has seen the sand dunes knows how valuable spices are in the desert, right? You have to be a noble to enjoy so many spices to wash after death."

After Zhang Yang finished explaining, he quickly put on a gas mask and gloves. The smell was too strong and he would not be able to bear it without protection.

After washing all parts of the chicken, use a hair dryer to dry out the moisture so that the spices remain completely on the skin surface.

[No wonder Europeans eat this, it turns out it’s braised]

[Register your trademark now, Zhang Guoqiang Thirteen Spices]

[This chicken is really suffering]

"At times like this, there should be some incense burning nearby."

"The ancient Egyptians didn't have gas masks, so they could only rely on incense, otherwise they really couldn't withstand it."

"Okay, now that all the moisture is dry, the next step is to apply cedar oil."

It is quite easy to cover a chicken with oil, and Zhang Yang can do it in just a few minutes.

You know what, it really does look like salt-baked chicken after applying it.

But this is only a brief intermediate state, and the next step is already on the way.

Zhang Yang took out a plastic box filled with white powder from under the table.

"We are going to put this chicken in a peaceful posture, with its wings crossed over its chest, and then put it directly into this box of natural natron powder and bury it."

"Put it in this second-hand fume hood. People who have done chemical experiments should know this equipment. Wait quietly for it to complete the dehydration."

Zhang Yang didn't take off his gas mask until the door of the fume hood was closed.

call--

Perfect finish.

"Okay, that's all for today."

Zhang Yang looked at the barrage and prepared to pick a few lucky people to answer the questions.

“Why a fume hood?”

"Because it stinks. Think about it, what's in it?"

【Laji (not scolding the anchor)】

【Salt-baked chicken】

[There’s KunKun’s mummy inside, an easy question] “Don’t just stare at the chicken.” Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Its essence is the corpse of a chicken. The corpse is left here to dry naturally, and it will have a corpse smell."

“Do pharaoh mummies smell bad?”

"If you remove the word 'ma', there must be something there! And it will only stink even more. But if it stinks, then it stinks. Who dares to say anything? All they can say is that it emits a mysterious smell."

"Okay, that's it for today's live broadcast."

After Zhang Yang went off the air, he took a look at his recognition value, which had increased by about 8,000 points. It was a bit small, but fortunately, it was just the beginning.

The heavyweights come later.

It takes about half a month to completely dry the corpse.

Zhang Yang will broadcast live twice in the middle. The first time he will live-broadcast the painting of the mummy's coffin, the second time he will live-broadcast the packing, and then he will take the mummy around the entire Douyin.

"Tsk, tsk, it's interesting to think about it."

Zhang Yang seemed to have already seen the lawyer's letter from the Egyptian National Heritage Board.

In the next few days, he basically stayed at home and only fiddled with the wooden coffin of "Chicken Pharaoh" when he felt like it.

On the way, he was planning to open the fume hood to check the situation, but before he could do anything, Officer Chen from the police station arrived.

Said it was urgent.

"Hello, Officer Chen. It's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much."

"It's been a long time indeed." Officer Chen replied with a smile.

After entering the yard, he seemed to be possessed by something. He suddenly turned his head and sniffed non-stop, his nose twitching as if he was catching the smell in the air.

"Brother, what did you hear?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Someone in your village called the police, saying that there was a stench of corpses here, and that it could be smelled even outside the courtyard wall. They suspected that you were doing something illegal or criminal at home."

"But it's strange, why does your yard seem to have no smell?"

Officer Chen walked back and forth in the yard. When he came to the wall beside the exhaust pipe of the fume hood, he suddenly took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.

Pointing to the wall, he said:
"Yes, yes, that's the smell. I came here just now because I smelled a little bit of it behind your house."

Then he quickly locked onto the source of the smell.

A metal cabinet and a pipe sticking out of the courtyard wall.

It turns out that the air is being discharged outside the house!
Officer Chen looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously:

"Everything in this cabinet stinks, can't you smell it?"

"Yes, I have a mummy in here. It's made of chicken."

"We imitated Europeans and made new mummies. Because they are new, they will have a certain smell," Zhang Yang explained.

"Mummy? Can I see it?"

Officer Chen still trusted Zhang Yang very much, because he heard in the station that his leader's leader walked out of Zhang Yang's yard a few days ago, talking and laughing.

The director had been guarding outside the door at the time, and he saw how affectionate Zhang Yang and Leader Shen were.

If a few old men in the village hadn't sworn that it was the stench of corpses, he wouldn't have bothered to come.

When he heard that it was a mummy, he just wanted to broaden his horizons.

His hand was already on the door handle.

"No, no, no!"

Seeing that Officer Chen wanted to commit suicide, Zhang Yang quickly stopped him.

The composition of the gas in this fume hood is so complex that it is not an exaggeration to inhale half of the periodic table in one breath.

"You can, but wait till I find you a gas mask."

"Hey, don't waste the gas mask. I'm also an old grassroots. What kind of scene have I not seen?"

Officer Chen waved his hand and confidently opened the cabinet door.

It only took a second.

Before Zhang Yang had time to step back, he heard a clang and the door was immediately closed.

"Yue~"

"what--"

Zhang Yang didn't expect Officer Chen to be so fragile. Not only was he retching, he was also wiping away tears.

I was so moved that I cried.

"Too aggressive, too aggressive."

"Your feeling can be compared to the legendary stinky tofu eggs."

Officer Chen walked back while crying.

"Although there is a stinking ditch behind your house, you should not discharge this gas directly. Get a simple filtering device to purify it. Otherwise, I am afraid that several old men in the village will faint outside your courtyard wall from the stench."

"ok, I get it."

Zhang Yang imagined the scene and felt that what Officer Chen said made sense.

(End of this chapter)