He turned out to be the son of the heartthrob Zhao Yun! Feng Yong finally got excited. No wonder he is so good-looking. It turns out that the innate genes are so powerful! If he had thought about it carefully that day, maybe Feng Yong would have remembered who he was on the spot.
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"Uncle Zhao, has the new stove at home been built?"
Of course, when distinguished guests come to your home, you must entertain them well. How to entertain them well? Food is the most important thing for people, and eating, drinking and having fun. These two proverbs tell us that food and drink are the most important, especially food. So to entertain guests well, invite them
Only by eating well and drinking well can you express the host's hospitality.
One of the biggest reasons why Chinese food has fascinated countless Waiguo people is because of cooking. The iron pot that is indispensable for cooking was finally made two days ago after the blacksmith pondered and thought about it.
When the housekeeper came out and brought back the iron pot, Feng Yong immediately asked someone to build a new stove according to the size of the iron pot.
"It was laid yesterday. It has been drying for a day today and it is still a little wet. I guess it will have to wait before it can be used." The housekeeper really didn't understand why the host was so excited when he saw the invitation, and his eyes were a little worried.
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"Then add some fire and bake it, and try to put the pot on the stand in the next two days."
Whether the iron pot is easy to use or not, you have to try it to know. Feng Yong really does not have enough confidence in the pig iron processing technology of this era. As for what to cook, you have to think carefully. After all, these days, the food materials are really difficult for future generations.
Too little. At present, the only vegetables available at home are chicken and fish, and the vegetables are water spinach, with at most some cabbage added. How to combine these to create a good dish requires careful consideration.
Just when Feng Yong was thinking about how to make a table of delicious dishes, food prices in Jincheng, which were a bit weird compared to previous years, finally began to rise.
"What? The price of this grain has actually increased by five cents compared to the previous days?! Shopkeeper Li, why don't you go and grab it?" The man who came to buy grain jumped to his feet and yelled, "This new grain has just been collected, the price of grain is not high."
Even if it went down, it’s going to go up so much now! Is lard deceived and making shady money?”
Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper of the grain store folded his arms and sneered, as if the man in front of him was not scolding him. After the man finished scolding, he waved his hand and said like flying flies: "The price is the same in the whole city. If you don't want to buy it, you can go to other stores to see it."
Look, if there is any family that is lower than mine, I will give you three measures of rice!"
The man let out a "poof" and said, "Because of the black heart of lard, your old man is short of three buckets of rice?" With that said, he walked out of the grain store with his chest puffed out and ran to another grain store.
After a while, the man came out of another grain store, cursing again, and walked to the third grain store.
When the man came out of the third grain store, he no longer had the same energy as before. He had his head half drooped, a grimace on his face, looking at the half bag of rice in his hand, and thinking about the grain store manager just now.
He said: "Food prices are always going to rise, and they will continue to rise. What did you say? Why did they rise? Don't you know that there is a rebellion in the south? There is going to be a war. Do you know that there is a war? Why do you say it has to rise?"
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"Bah! What a shameful world!" the man murmured. "We fight every year and die every year. It would be better if we all die together."
The price of food had increased. When Butler Zhao found out, he also jumped up and scolded Li Ting for a long time in his small yard. No wonder the evil-hearted man ran to Feng's house every day to buy food. It turned out that he had known that there was going to be a war in the south.
After scolding him, he went to Feng Yong with a grimace to apologize. When the wheat was harvested a few days ago, the master had said that he wanted to buy grain, but he vetoed it. Now that the price of grain has risen, he must have listened.
As for the owner, at least he can make back the money he spent on chickens and ducks, and his treasury will not be empty now.
"What's the crime? When I said I wanted to buy grain, I just said it casually. Just like what you said, Uncle Zhao, I just bought grain. Where should I put it?" Feng Yong, who was immersed in studying the recipe, said without looking up.
"The empty yard is full of..." the housekeeper muttered for half a sentence.
Feng Yong raised his head, looked at the guilty look on the loyal housekeeper's face, and smiled: "Okay, even if we buy it and put it in the yard, our family only has so little money, and it is all used to buy grain. How much can we buy?"
What should I do if I have the expenses to buy chickens and ducks?”
These days, generally speaking, only the rich and elderly have the right to eat meat regularly, so chickens and ducks are not as cheap as in later generations. Otherwise, the Feng family would not have spent money after buying those chickens and ducks.
The silk space is so empty that mice can run away.
"Don't worry, food prices won't rise for long. Those who make shady money are fine if they are not greedy, but if they are really greedy, they will be unlucky." Feng Yong comforted his housekeeper.
"But my old servant heard that the barbarians in the south have rebelled and are about to go to war. Why won't the price rise soon?" The housekeeper was obviously a bit over the top.
Can I tell you that Old Demon Zhuge has no intention of taking care of those barbarians in the south in the past two years?
Feng Yong was a little helpless: "Uncle Zhao, if the barbarians rebel, they don't necessarily have to go to war, right? They can still be appeased. The southern barbarians are rude, so you can appease them and teach them etiquette. Maybe if they learn it, they will know how to behave."
You're wrong, why don't you do the opposite? Okay, okay, you will know about the food price in a few days, so let's put it down now. If you are really fine, go and see which other family in Zhuangzi has children.
If you have nothing to do, let them come into the house to help Yaomei. Yaomei can't handle the chickens and ducks we bought these days by herself."
"Master, are you going to spread this chicken-raising technique?" Butler Zhao's attention was suddenly diverted, and his eyes suddenly bulged out. In his opinion, this method of making chickens and ducks eat out of nothing
It is basically a magical magic. It is regarded as a treasure passed down from generation to generation. How can it be taught to others?
Communicating with ancient people is really troublesome!
Feng Yong sighed. It is impossible to keep this method of raising chickens secret for a lifetime, but it is still possible to keep it secret for a while. When the time comes, Feng Yong will of course be happy to spread the word - note that the premise is that the time is right.
Besides, it’s not that he looks down on ancient people. In this era when even the most basic hygiene knowledge is not popular, if you let ordinary people do this, if you are not careful, there is almost a high probability that raising chickens will turn into raising flies.
Feng Yong shuddered when he thought about the scene of flies flying all over the sky.
"It's just helping to look after the chickens and ducks, why did it just spread out? Uncle Zhao, you have been watching for a long time, do you know what is going on?"
Again, it’s not that I look down on the ancients, but that you don’t even know the most basic knowledge. If I show you, what can you tell?
People in later generations who know the principles of atomic bomb explosions are all over the streets, but even if they go to the nuclear factory to see the production process, they still don’t know what’s going on. Even people from wealthy families like the housekeeper think that Feng Yong is using it.
Some kind of unknown magic, not to mention those farm boys who have never seen the world?
The housekeeper nodded and responded: "That's true. How can the master's magical skills be learned by ordinary people? There are a lot of poultry bought these days, so it's time to find some people to help Yaomei."
