After sending Ji Yuan away, Zhao Hanzhang came to Ting He and asked, "What other good things are there in the warehouse? Choose some to send to the Xiliang army. Although we don't go, we still get the gift."
Ting He said: "In addition to all kinds of wood and unusable things, there are four pieces of cloth."
"It was specially left for the girl and Erlang to make clothes after they pay filial piety," Tinghe emphasized, "Madame sent it to you, and the eldest young master also included it."
"Didn't mother make clothes and bring them here? This is enough. Send my two pieces of cloth to the Xiliang Army and give them to General Beigong's mother and wife."
"But the clothes Madam sent are a little short..."
Zhao Hanzhang has grown very fast in the past six months, exceeding Wang's estimate. Wang was probably afraid that the clothes she made would not fit, so in addition to clothes, she also sent cloth, thinking that if it didn't fit, Ting He could cut it.
Zhao Hanzhang said: "Didn't you say that I left a section? If I let go of that section, wouldn't it fit? We won't be making new clothes here this year."
While he was talking, there was the sound of people running outside. Zhao Hanzhang looked at Tinghe and asked, "Why is Erlang back?"
Zhao Erlang ran back with excitement on his face, "Sister, I heard that my brother-in-law is back."
"He just came back with his front leg, and you arrived with his back leg. How come you are so well-informed?"
"Hey, brother-in-law, are you so slow? I heard someone said that he went home at noon. Why did he arrive just now?"
Ting He said: "Girl, it's the time of year now."
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the hourglass and realized that it was evening, but the sun was shining brightly outside.
"Time flies so fast..." Zhao Hanzhang urged Tinghe, "hurry up and send the cloth to the Xiliang Army."
After listening to the charge, he bowed and then left.
Zhao Hanzhang asked Zhao Erlang, "What about you? You are based in Xin'an. Although Xin'an is close to Luoyang, you can't come back every now and then."
"I will only come back when my brother-in-law comes back."
Zhao Hanzhang had a black line on his head, "Why?"
"Because my brother-in-law will have delicious food when he comes back. Sister, is there any meat to eat tonight?"
Zhao Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and hurriedly called Ting He who had just retreated to the door. He pondered for a moment and said: "Don't we still have two sheep at home? Send those two sheep as well."
Ting He whispered: "Girl, those two sheep were bought for the Dragon Boat Festival banquet. You have forgotten that during the Dragon Boat Festival, you have to treat all the generals and officials to a meal."
Zhao Hanzhang said: "Just buy more."
Tinghe: "Money..."
Zhao Hanzhang asked: "Are we short of money?"
Tinghe: "It's only the beginning of the month, so it's not a big difference. Just buying these two sheep means that my family's monthly money for this month has been almost spent."
Zhao Hanzhang just gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Send it over. We can't have a family reunion. There won't even be any meat or vegetables on the table, right?"
She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Erlang, "If you have nothing to do this month, just eat in the army."
Zhao Erlang was sad and decided to fight for himself, "When my brother-in-law comes back..."
"I don't even have your food to eat."
Zhao Erlang lowered his head and said, "Okay."
Tinghe hurriedly went to deliver the things. Zhao Hanzhang valued Bei Gongchun very much and the fabric was valuable, so she decided to deliver it in person.
When the kitchen heard that Fu Tinghan was back, he killed a chicken on his own initiative. In the evening, the meal was almost ready. He heard that Erlangjun was also back, so the kitchen stood in front of a fence in the backyard and looked at the five chickens left inside.
A chicken meditates.
In the end, the kitchen was reluctant to kill the chicken, but took out ten eggs to add vegetables.
At night, most of the meat went into Zhao Erlang's stomach.
Fu Tinghan gave Zhao Hanzhang a chicken leg and gave the other to Zhao Erlang, "You need meat to exercise, so eat it."
Zhao Hanzhang gave him the chicken wings and legs and pinched two in a row, "If you use your brain, you have to eat meat."
She said: "I will go to the river to catch fish for you to eat later. The fish meat will nourish your brain."
Zhao Erlang also likes to eat fish, "I want it too."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Catch him yourself."
Zhao Erlang buried his head in eating hard, and Zhao Hanzhang looked at him and sighed, "Erlang, you will go home for dinner next month, do you understand?"
Zhao Erlang said reluctantly: "It's been a long time since the army has eaten meat. The soldiers have no fat and water in their stomachs, and they can't even raise their strength."
Zhao Hanzhang snorted and said: "Isn't there tofu? There is also soybean oil. People here don't have meat to eat."
"There is also little tofu, let alone soybean oil. For such a big pot, the cook is reluctant to add a little oil. It is said that the soybean oil provided by the military is very small."
Zhao Hanzhang said: "It's no wonder that there is military demand. There are so many people and horses who all need to eat beans. The soybean oil on the market is also very expensive now."
Since they made soybean oil, it only went through a very short period of downturn, and then it was quickly recognized by people, and now it has become a relatively luxurious food seasoning.
Because soybean oil is not easy to squeeze, some oil shops do not do it well, and the oil yield rate is not high. However, by eating soybean oil, people find that their hair becomes thicker, blacker, and brighter, and their skin becomes brighter, and their strength becomes stronger.
Big, I feel more energetic than before, and I feel full easily.
So the nobles began to eat a lot of oil, not to mention the common people. As a result, the price of oil rose, and the price of soybeans also increased a lot.
Among the grains grown by soldiers in the fields, soybeans were the most abundant, but even this was not enough for the army to consume. In addition to extracting oil, soybeans were also made into bean flour and bean cakes, which became dry food for the soldiers.
The dry food that Zhao Hanzhang once ate on the battlefield was made of 60% soy flour, 30% wheat flour, and 10% wheat bran.
It's so hard that you can straighten your neck before swallowing.
In addition to people, their war horses also need soybeans. Otherwise, how would they have the strength to go to the battlefield?
The bean dregs left over from the oil extraction are used to feed horses and pigs.
Thinking of pigs, Zhao Hanzhang salivated rapidly, "The meat yield rate of the pigs they raise is still too low. They are all castrated, so why do they have to be raised for seven or eight months before they are ready for slaughter?"
"The pig seedlings are not good, they need to be adjusted."
Zhao Erlang, who had eaten castrated pork in Xiping, immediately swallowed his words and asked curiously, "How to prepare it?"
He is interested in all activities related to meat.
Zhao Hanzhang said: "Like this, like this, like this, mix up various mixed-blood pigs, and then raise them to see which pig grows the most meat."
"But it won't last three to five years. Forget it, let the people below do it. I'll go catch fish for you."
Fu Tinghan said with a smile: "If the water mill can be built, then I will build another oil pressing mill, which will also work with water power. The soybeans have just been harvested, so I can try its efficiency."
Zhao Hanzhang's eyes were bright, "Okay, in addition to pressing oil, I think tofu can also be made there. Now that the army is short of meat, soybeans are the main source of protein. People who make tofu are very hard."
Fu Tinghan said there was no problem.
Zhao Erlang couldn't say anything at the side, so he wanted to bring the topic back, "Sister, the pigs raised in our army are only so big. I don't know when they can be eaten. How big are the pigs in your army?"
"Alas~" Zhao Hanzhang sighed and answered Zhao Erlang.
Fu Tinghan looked amused and said: "The pigs raised in the workshop weigh more than ninety kilograms. They should be ready to be killed in two months."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Too thin, I'd better take care of myself."