It is not an easy task to feed three hundred domestic slaves.
First, they need to be fed, and then they need to be clothed. They cannot be left naked.
As for illness, a kind-hearted man may ask a visiting doctor who rings the bell to check, and a cruel man may ask him to drink more hot water. No matter what kind of disease you have, in short, drink more hot water.
Yang Fan's ten servants have been gathered together, and the other six are also the strongest among the servants.
They stood in a row behind Yang Fan.
Mo Zuo, Zhang Gada, and Lu Dan were upgraded to lv2.
Promoted to captain of the servant team.
Each person leads two new servants.
There is also a sixteen-year-old boy named Ming Yan, who is Yang Fan's servant.
The reason why he was chosen was that he was the only literate among the three hundred domestic slaves. The family once provided him with a private school for five years. Then there was a severe drought for three years and no harvest was harvested. The family lost their land and became Yang Fan's domestic slave.
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He was responsible for smoking cigarettes for the previous master, so he was called Mingyan. At this time, tobacco had just been introduced to the Ming Dynasty, so it can be seen that the previous master was definitely a trendy person in the Ming Dynasty.
If the master likes to practice martial arts, then this boy is responsible for holding the sword, which is called the sword attendant.
In short, the rules for naming domestic slaves can be deduced in this way.
In the past few days since Yang Fan left, the food he bought before has almost run out, and people in the compound are a little panicked.
If the master doesn't come back, he will go back to his previous life of starvation.
The master is back, and people in the yard rush to tell each other. When they hear the good news, everyone is as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Yang Fan ordered the materials to be moved out of the warehouse.
There are about a hundred plastic buckets, filled with kitchen waste. They are divided into four buckets of different colors according to pasta, rice, soup and meat.
In front of the blast furnace, four cast-iron cauldrons were lined up one after another. There were too many people, and one pot of rice was really not enough.
Three hundred people stood in the dark in front, drooling as they looked at the cauldron.
"First, give each person a stainless steel basin and a steel spoon. Don't lose it. If anyone loses it, he will be asked to eat with his hands."
Yang Fan put his hands behind his back and ordered.
Ten servants carried stacks of small steel basins and began to distribute them. This kind of steel basin is the cheapest kind. They are bought in large quantities, a thousand at a time, and cost one yuan each.
According to the requirements at the time of purchase, the handle of the steel spoon was drilled and connected to the edge of the basin with a thin steel chain to prevent loss. The material is not valuable, but it is quite troublesome. If Yang Fan had not placed an order of 10,000 pieces, he also expressed that there would be more in the future.
The boss may not be able to service an order worth RMB 100,000.
Of course, this price cannot be for 304 steel. As for whether any heavy metals will precipitate, I don’t care so much. If I hadn’t been poisoned by heavy metals these days, I don’t know where I would have died.
The crowd went wild.
The silver-white stainless steel basin shines dazzlingly in the bright late autumn sunshine.
The master actually gave out such good tableware, and there was a sudden burst of crying. The women and children burst into tears. The ground was so dark that they knelt down again.
"Thank you, sir"
Yang Fan waved his hand and asked the crowd to get up.
At this time, start pouring ingredients into the pot.
On top of the first pot, there is a stack of huge steamers, which are filled with various types of pasta, including steamed buns, cakes, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, roasted buns, bread, etc. Most of them have been bitten, and none of them are complete.
In the second pot, the sorted meat is stewed, including large bones with muscles hanging on them. In modern times, few people chew the bones carefully and carefully. They all contain a lot of muscles, soft tissues, bone marrow, and selected meat.
Shreds, pieces of meat, slices of meat, etc. The main types are pork, but also some beef and mutton.
After chewing the big bones, they had to be recycled, smashed, and used to make soup with radishes in the morning. Zhao Fu had carefully calculated that he must not waste any of the ingredients.
Pour the remaining rice and soup together and cook two pots in total.
There is a saying for this kind of thing, it’s called beggar’s porridge.
It is said to be named after Li Longji, Emperor Ming Dynasty of Tang Dynasty.
Legend has it that he once lived on the streets and hung out with beggars for a few days.
I found that every day when beggars came back from begging, no matter who begged more or who begged less, they would all pour the food into a broken pot.
Then add water and simmer, and when the various ingredients are mixed, an indescribable aroma will be emitted.
Later, he had a bad appetite in his later years, so he remembered the beggar's porridge he had eaten in the past, and asked the imperial chef to cook him the beggar's porridge. Of course, it was impossible to use leftovers. They were all good ingredients. In fact, this was no longer beggar's porridge.
, the Buddha should be asked to jump over the wall.
The grinder wore an apron and used a shovel to turn the large pot.
"Oh, there is oil. Look, there is a thick layer of oil floating on it."
There are all kinds of oils in this layer of grease, such as soybean oil, sesame oil, rapeseed oil, peanut oil, palm oil, sunflower oil. Yang Fan doesn’t know what kind of oils are mixed together, but it will not kill anyone if they are eaten.
"There are also spices. There are spices in this pot."
As soon as the fragrance came out, the crowd immediately began to stir and surge forward.
Zhang Gada saw that something was wrong. These people had not seen grease for several years, and their eyes were like hungry wolves, which looked very scary. He quickly took his servants and used horse sticks to suppress them.
"Back up, back up, get in line."
"Follow up according to the four divided teams A, B, C and D, and come up to receive the meal one by one."
"Anyone who doesn't line up will be whipped three times."
"The first person in line to eat first, the person in the back line deserves to be gone."
Driven by horse sticks, the crowd immediately began to line up in a chaotic manner.
Team A is the craftsman team, with a total of 43 people.
Team B is the apprentice team, with a total of 98 people.
Team C is a family team with a total of 155 people, a few of whom are women and the majority of whom are children.
Team D is the team of waiters, who are hired from outside and are paid. At present, it is mainly Mr. Liu, the accountant, and there are more than a dozen outside waiters.
In principle, these people do not care about food, but Yang Fan feels that the entire iron factory is a company and it is not easy to treat them differently. If they are willing to eat in the factory, they can also eat. But they have to wait for others to finish eating.
If you don't like the food in the factory, you can go out to eat by yourself. The choice is yours, and it's a benefit.
There is a long row of tables in front of the cauldron. The tables are covered with cloth, and there are more than a dozen large stainless steel basins lined up on them, which contain pasta and beggar's porridge.
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There is a spoon for beggar's porridge, so you can serve it yourself.
Somewhat similar to a buffet style.
Donkey Dan shouted loudly: "Line in line to get the food one by one. Eat as much as you want and take as much as you can. Don't waste it. If you waste it, you will be punished by having the toilet cleaned for a month."
The craftsman is old and is the technical leader in the factory, so he should be given the best treatment.
Fu Laoliu is the number one craftsman, so he naturally ranks first.
Fried dough sticks, oh my god, fried dough sticks, even though they were half-full, and there were teeth marks on them, they were obviously leftovers.
But Fu Laoliu doesn't care about this. It's not just ordinary people who can eat fried food now.
Many small landowners still drink multigrain porridge. Where can I find oil star?
He was so excited that he was shaking all over, just like Wu Laoer, who would tremble when he saw someone suffering from cerebral thrombosis.
I quickly put a few fried dough sticks in the basin, and suddenly found that there were steamed buns underneath. Looking at the grease coming out of the outer skin, I thought, oh my god, these are steamed buns stuffed with meat.
He quickly abandoned the fried dough sticks and started picking up the buns and putting them into the basin.
Behind him, Chang Zhu quit, looking at this shameless old man, he almost finished holding the buns.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, leave some for the back, you old fool, why don't you die?"
Chang Zhu is the second master craftsman, and his status is basically the same as that of Fu Laoliu. They are each responsible for a blast furnace. They both have more than a dozen apprentices.
Fu Laoliu pretended that he didn't hear anything, quickly picked up a few more, and then walked forward, filled a bowl full of beggar's porridge, it was almost full to the point of overflowing, and then hurried towards the wall.
Along the way, my hands were burning with pain from the stainless steel pot. I grinned and rushed to a big rock to eat and drink.
The craftsmen were all sitting on the ground on the east side, eating and drinking.
"Hey, this porridge is good, this porridge is good, there is a layer of oil floating on it." The craftsman who was eating had not seen oil and water for several years. He didn't care about burning his mouth and drank heavily.
If you can eat multi-grain porridge with wild vegetables, it's considered a good life, but why would you dare to think about eating some fat?
“Tasty, with a lot of salt, so delicious.”
Salt is not cheap these days, and many people cannot afford it. Although it is not far from the salt field on the seaside, after the price increases, salt is a luxury product.
"There are also spices. What kind of spice is this? It's more fragrant than cloves. It's so delicious."
Not to mention, various modern seasonings. These days, spices are all obtained by Arab merchants. The price of pepper is equivalent to its weight in silver. It is not something that the common people can consume.
Before they could finish eating, the servants came over carrying stainless steel buckets, and Zhang Gada took the spoon himself, giving each person a spoonful of meat.
"There is still meat, thank you sir"
The craftsmen knelt down again and cheered.
Although the meat has been seen for a long time, it was probably eaten by the master and the maids, but I didn't expect that the craftsman also had a share.
Of course, only the craftsmen are entitled to a spoonful of meat every day. Others are not.
This fully reflects Mr. Yang's respect for talents.
Do you want to eat meat?
Okay, you become a master craftsman first, then you can have a spoonful of meat every day.
Yang Fan saw that the apprentice's eyes were red.
This chapter has been completed!