Chapter 24 Is this Yang Qian a famous doctor hidden in the market?)
Chapter 24
"Sir, you won't joke with me, will you?"
Aunt Song looked at the laying hens that had lost all their feathers but were still shameless, and then looked at Yang Qian in disbelief.
At this time, Zhili quickly stood up and raised his finger to draw the sky and the earth.
"Aunt Song, it's true. I can testify for the young master that it was done so that our laying hens could lay more eggs.
That’s why I worked hard and painstakingly to formulate a feed specifically designed to encourage hens to lay eggs.”
"So it turns out that you made me a weakling, Master?"
Aunt Song finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yang Qian didn't look like he was joking, but when she saw those eggs that looked like soup dumplings, she couldn't help but frown.
"But are these soft eggs really edible?"
"...Although they are very soft, they are indeed eggs and they are edible."
Yang Qian's face turned darker and darker, "Auntie, could you please stop calling me a coward? It's easy for people to misunderstand you?"
Yang Qian tried his best to persuade Aunt Song to leave the side courtyard with hesitation, and asked Zhili to follow him with the basket of eggs.
The reason was that he wanted to personally try whether the soft eggs tasted the same as normal eggs.
As for Zhong Laowu, who was still a little frightened by Aunt Song's one-armed swing before, he was comforted by Yang Qian.
Finally, I expressed my gratitude with tears, and I will definitely continue to work hard to serve the Yang family and the son's laying hen breeding business in the future.
Looking at the hens that were about to lose their feathers but had no sense of shame and continued to wander around the spacious territory arrogantly, Yang Qian noticed that a few of them had been trampled on the ground.
soft-skinned eggs.
After two days, let the carpenter in the house build a chicken coop and lock up all the hens to prevent the soft-skinned eggs from being spoiled by these chickens.
I told Zhonglao Wu once again not to give this kind of feed specially fed to hens to that wretched rooster.
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Not long after, Zhili carried the food box to Yang Qian's small courtyard. After opening it, he took out eight eggs, four of which were hard-shell eggs provided by the kitchen, and four of which were soft-shell eggs from his own chickens.
, all cooked and steaming hot.
The talkative Zhili was chirping with a proud look on his face. "I heard Aunt Song say that it would be good if the chickens raised by tenant farmers outside can produce an egg every three or four days.
The hens in our house are well-fed, and in the past they only laid one egg every three or two days, but the chickens raised with the feed you prepared, Master, only lay one egg a day..."
"... Please use Japanese characters less next time. It's very rude." Yang Deli couldn't help but glare at this little white-faced book boy again.
Japanese characters have been ruined in later generations. Now that I have become a scholar in the Sui Dynasty, I naturally have to have some integrity and integrity.
While Yang Qian was teaching the boy a lesson, he also looked at the eggs on the plate in front of him. They were scrutinized by the rigorous and scientific eyes of the Big Eater of the Sports Academy.
Hmm... Even if soft-preserved eggs are cooked, the skin is still soft.
The next step was to try the food. Zhili volunteered to try it first, then with a sad face he peeled off a soft-shelled egg and stuffed it into his mouth, wanting to swallow it without even chewing...
Yang Qian's face turned dark. "What are you doing? If you don't want to eat it, spit it out quickly. This is an egg, not a quail egg. Okay, you won't be afraid of choking if you eat it like this."
Zhili closed his eyes and chewed a few times, stretched his neck to swallow, and subconsciously touched his neck and belly with his hands.
"Sir, these eggs taste very good, I'm really fine..."
Even if you take arsenic, you won't get sick so quickly, right? Yang Qian glared at the personal book boy in annoyance.
Peel out the soft and hard eggs, pinch them with two fingers, and put them in your mouth. One egg is gone...
Seeing this scene, Zhili couldn't help but sneered. What he got in return was the young master's angry eyes, which made him shrink his neck and said with a smile.
"Sir, didn't you just say you can't eat eggs like this?"
The humble gentleman whose belly can accommodate all things in the world was angry. "The sage once said, "You don't speak when you eat, and you don't speak when you sleep."
It means, you shut up when I'm eating, and you have to shut up when I'm sleeping."
"..." Zhili was completely confused. Is this the explanation for "no words when eating and no words when sleeping"?
If the sage Confucius knew about it, would the coffin board not be able to hold it down? Bah bah bah... What a man he is, what he said must make sense.
After being personally tasted by Yang Qian, Shennong of the Sui Dynasty, who was the big eater of the Tiyuan, he came to a very satisfactory conclusion.
The taste of soft-preserved eggs from laying hens fed with this type of failed feed is no different from normal eggs.
The important thing is that the feed formula of this kind of eggs is completely natural and pollution-free, so there is no need to worry about it causing problems after consumption.
It's just that this kind of soft-preserved eggs is not storage-resistant and is very inconvenient to store, so it is not suitable for selling.
While meditating, he peeled the eggs and stuffed them into his mouth subconsciously. All seven eggs disappeared silently into Yang Qian's big mouth, which was like a bottomless pit in an empty mountain.
Seeing Zhili raise the corners of his eyes, he secretly burped and rubbed his belly. Just watching the young master eating, Zhili had the illusion that his belly was about to burst.
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"Your Majesty, this is the news from Xingze County..." The eunuch walked forward quickly with a happy face and bowed to the ground respectfully.
Yang Guang glanced at the eunuch, and continued to write furiously on the white rice paper. Finally, he copied the poem he had recently composed and intended to give to his confidant Niu Hong, and motioned to Yu Shiji, the internal history minister beside him, to come over and give it to him.
Yu Shiji, who looked calm and unsmiling, took a few steps forward and saw Yang Guang's masterpiece, and couldn't help showing a strange look.
"Your Majesty's calligraphy is getting better and better. Not only are the silver hooks and iron strokes penetrating the back of the paper, but the rules are strict and have already entered the hall."
After listening to Yu Shiji's words, Yang Guang couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Yes, I also feel that today's poem is my most satisfying work in recent days..."
"Come here, frame it carefully and take it as a gift from me when it's Niu Lao Aiqing's birthday in a few days."
"Your Majesty is so considerate of your ministers. I believe Mr. Niu will burst into tears of gratitude and try his best to repay His Majesty's kindness." Yu Shiji said with an envious look on his face.
"The poems your Majesty presented to your ministers are far less exquisite and beautiful than the poems you gave to Lord Niu."
Yang Guang chuckled and then turned his attention to the eunuch. "News from Xingze County? Bring it here."
"Huh?!" Yang Guang opened the memorial and took a few glances at it, and couldn't help showing a strange look. "Yang Qian?..."
"Yang Qian?" Yu Shiji, who had a superb memory, was slightly startled when he heard the name. In his impression, there seemed to be no courtier named Yang Qian in the court, and there were no officials named Yang in Xingyang County and Xingze County.
Yang Guang nodded slightly and continued to read the memorial while saying.
"Yang Qian offered good medicine for treating typhoid fever and some prevention and treatment methods to Chen Medical Ling who went to Xingze County to treat the epidemic. Since receiving the good medicine and prevention and treatment methods, no one in Xingze County has died from the epidemic..."
"To have such ability, could this Yang Qian be a famous doctor hiding in the market?"
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