Zhao Luoyang took Hu Kui and others to see the livestock in the pen and the furs hoarded in the stockade.
Everyone knows that the stockade occupies the best pasture in Taozhou, but because the stockade has no contact with the outside world, many people cannot get a glimpse of its true appearance.
What he was thinking in his mind was naturally different from what he saw in front of him. Especially when he saw groups of livestock being released from the pen, Hu Kui couldn't describe the feeling.
The men in the village drove cattle, sheep and horses skillfully, and it seemed that no matter how many livestock they had, they had to be docilely tamed in front of them.
Hu Kui looked at these and heard the girl's voice in his ears.
"We didn't have enough manpower in the past. Now it's different because people have moved to Taozhou."
"I heard Mr. Zhao say that this is what the imperial court means when it comes to relocating people."
Hu Kui and others looked at each other. After listening to the girl's words, they suddenly understood something. Is this really how the court thought? Is that why the Qin family helped find merchants?
Zhao Luoyang continued: "There are more fields cultivated this year, so the livestock will have something to eat in winter. Did you just see the manure cellar on the stockade? It is prepared for spring plowing. When spring plowing and autumn harvest, the stockade will
People will also come to the fields to help.”
There is another important thing. Zhao Luoyang said: "These cattle on the stockade will also go to the fields."
Hu Kui nodded, having prepared so much, no wonder this girl was so confident.
As they walked forward, Hu Kui and others suddenly smelled a scent, like boiled milk, that went straight into people's noses. They followed the scent and looked over and saw several houses. The smoke was coming from there.
Floated over.
Hu Kuidao: "That's..."
Zhao Luoyang smiled: "A place where cheese is made."
What is cheese? Hu Kui and others have never heard of it.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Would you like to go take a look?"
At the door of Yang's cheese shop, Mrs. Cao kept looking forward. What she held in her hands was the newly brewed buttermilk made by Feng Laosan and the others. This buttermilk was made by the men after a long time of hard work.
"Let them drink less for a while," Mrs. Yang was busy with her hands and did not forget to tell her, "don't get drunk here."
Mrs. Cao nodded: "Don't worry, don't worry. I can't bear to part with it if it's too much. I did this before the Chinese New Year, and I only got this little bit now."
During the Chinese New Year, Feng Laosan and Shi Ping were just doing this, and it was Zhao Luoyang who was there to give guidance. At that time, Mrs. Cao thought, how can Sister Luo, who has never touched alcohol, be able to do it? No.
Unexpectedly, they really fiddled with it.
Mrs. Yang was still a little worried. When she tried the drink last night, after three drinks, Mr. Song started to blush, and his eyes were different from usual. He was so frightened that Song Zhuangyuan immediately got up to see off the guests, for fear that Mr. Song would be there.
Losing face in front of others.
However, after Mrs. Yang returned, she kept paying attention to what was going on in the Song family, and the commotion didn't stop until the middle of the night.
Just when Old Mrs. Yang was thinking of this, she heard Old Mrs. Cao shouting loudly: "Coming, coming, coming this way."
Old Mrs. Yang couldn't help but glance at Old Mrs. Cao. Old Mrs. Cao then covered her mouth and calmed down a little. Oh, if she didn't say anything, it would have to be Old Mrs. Yang. If Old Mrs. Yang wasn't here, how could she dare?
this way?
"Come to me," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Don't be surprised. Just pretend you didn't know who was coming."
Old Mrs. Cao moved her little feet quickly, and then shrank behind Old Mrs. Yang.
Old Mrs. Yang couldn't help but said: "How can you make such a small fortune?"
"Have you never done this before?" Mrs. Cao said, "For many generations, my family has always done our duty honestly."
Old Mrs. Yang didn't like hearing it anymore and stopped stirring with the wooden spoon in her hand: "Isn't this irresponsible?"
"No," Mrs. Cao swallowed, "but if we don't give them anything, how can they give us money? Those are merchants, and they are not stupid."
Mrs. Cao always felt that it was impossible. Who could spend money here for nothing?
Old Mrs. Yang didn't know what to say to Mrs. Cao. She thought for a long time before saying, "Is this what people are looking at? If you hadn't said that you were a merchant and could earn money, you would have almost starved to death."
In fact, it was not just Mrs. Cao who almost starved to death. Mrs. Yang herself almost starved to death. But fortunately, she learned to follow suit. She was behind Mr. Song every day, and it seemed that when she was thinking about something, her intestines could follow suit.
A bend.
While the two old ladies were talking, Zhao Luoyang brought Hu Kui and others over.
"This is the place where we make cheese, but since we are all eating, we can't let you get closer. We can go to the next room and I will bring you some cheese and buttermilk to try."
Looking at the fake smile on Old Mrs. Cao's face, Old Mrs. Yang was really worried. Don't let Old Mrs. Cao cause trouble for her granddaughter. With this thought in mind, she handed the wooden spoon in her hand to Old Mrs. Cao.
Tai, she picked up the water bag containing buttermilk and walked over.
Several rooms in the cheese shop were filled with milk and cheese. These days, Mrs. Yang and the others had no place to rest, so the men from the village helped build a small room next to it. A small clay oven was burned in the room, which was convenient for Zhao Luo.
Boil water and grill cheese.
Mrs. Yang smiled and brought the buttermilk over: "There's nothing good about it, just try it casually."
Hu Kui and others stood up and saluted Mrs. Yang.
Mrs. Yang took several cups and filled them with buttermilk for everyone.
"This buttermilk is different," said Mrs. Yang, "you have to drink it slowly."
As Mrs. Yang was talking, Hu Kui picked up the cup, put it to his nose and smelled it. There was a strong milky smell in the wine. Hu Kui had drunk buttermilk before, but the cup in front of him was obviously different from that of milk.
It was different from what he had drunk before, and the smell of alcohol was particularly strong.
Hu Kui carefully brought it to his mouth and took a small sip. He felt that the hot smell of wine immediately spread in his mouth. After swallowing it along his throat, it went straight to his head.
Another businessman didn't pay attention and drank the whole glass. He usually felt that he had a good drinking capacity, but he didn't expect that the wine today was particularly different. He choked on some of it and couldn't help but cough.
Shi Jiu looked through Zhao Luoyang's eyes: "Did you add too much into it?"
Zhao Luoyang took Feng Laosan and Shi Ping to make buttermilk for the first time. After it was made, it was a bit stronger than the wine in the village, but it was still not as mellow as the system books said.
But now we have to invite merchants to come again. Fortunately, there are new products in the wealth exchange area, including alcohol, so Zhao Luoyang exchanged a bottle from the system and exchanged some.
Anyway, this buttermilk is just to attract people, and it is not for sale at the moment. They still have time to try it slowly.
This method is good, but...it seems...
"How much of this buttermilk is left?" The choked merchant looked at Zhao Luoyang, "How much money is it? Can you sell it all to me?"
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "No, I can only make a little bit now, we have to wait until..."
"Will you do it after spring plowing?" The merchant said hurriedly, "Okay, I'll order it, I'll order it. How much money do you want to pay? I'll pay it."
Hu Kui stared blankly at Cui Jin next to him, what's going on? Didn't he agree that everyone would listen to his wishes? Why was Cui Jin ahead of him just as he flashed Shen'er?
"I'll order too," Mr. Hu Er also said, "Brother Cui can't buy that much, why don't we each buy half..."
Zhao Luoyang didn't expect it to be like this.
Shi Jiu said in his mind: "After all, men still like wine more. Maybe if we let them drink a few more drinks, they won't have to waste time."