"Okay, take a look at how I cook, and then cook some pig food for me, and I'll let you raise pigs!" Feng Yong waved his spoon to the fat cook who was squatting in front of the stove to light the fire.
threatened.
The feeding ratio of roosters to hens is generally about one to ten. The housekeeper bought a lot of roosters this time. After raising them for a while, they finally gained some fat. It was just right to slaughter the extra roosters.
Feng Yong naturally does not need to do these tasks of killing the chicken, removing the feathers, removing the internal organs, and cutting it into suitable pieces. The only thing he has to do is stir-fry.
Thanks to the wisdom of ancient people, the basic seasonings needed for stir-fry such as ginger, green onion, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. have already appeared, so that the taste of stir-fry will not be too bland.
He asked the cook to heat up the iron pot and put in the oil. There was a "squeak" sound and oil vapor came out of the pot. Feng Yong took a deep breath. The smell was so wonderful! It made him feel like
The urge to burst into tears, how long have you not smelled this smell?
Chicken is naturally tender. It would be better if you add some sugar when frying. However, at this time, it is estimated that there is only sugar in the world, and it is low-quality gray sugar, so Feng Yong will not force it.
.As for China now, there is also something called maltose, which is very expensive. There is no place to buy it. You can only see it in the homes of wealthy people, let alone hope for it.
When the first plate of fried chicken came out of the pot, Feng Yong sniffed and resisted the urge to reach out and pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.
The butler next to him had been twitching for a long time. If he made any indecent move at this time, he would probably come up and smash the pot.
After frying three or four dishes in a row, Feng Yong could no longer restrain the greed in his stomach, dropped his spoon and ran away with the plate in his arms.
My stomach is already extremely hungry!
"Wrong, I was wrong, it was all wrong..." The butler muttered with a dull look on his face as he looked at the lord who was running away without any trace of his true self.
"Uncle Zhao, what are you talking about?" Yaomei blinked her big eyes and asked cutely.
Butler Zhao waved his hand feebly, "Don't worry about me, go and serve the Lord for dinner."
The head of the house has made a new food again, and it is extremely delicious. The housekeeper expressed his joy and sadness. He finally realized that his master was definitely not an ordinary person. He was either a descendant of a family or a descendant of an expert.
Otherwise there is no way to explain his various behaviors.
Strange people are always a little different. Sometimes it is normal to be crazy in the eyes of ordinary people. Being able to follow strange people is a happy thing, but it is also a sad thing.
Thing. The happy thing is that you can get a lot of glory by following a strange person. If you are lucky, you may ascend to heaven one day. The sad thing is that following a strange person requires a lot of endurance. Maybe one day you will become a crazy person in the eyes of others. Housekeeper
I feel like I need some quiet time.
Zhao Guang arrived as promised, this time not driving an ox cart, but riding a tall horse. He was dressed in an ocher round-collared robe, with a moon-white silk belt with thunder patterns around his waist. He was still as beautiful as a flower, ah,
No, he is still as graceful and graceful as ever.
Seeing that even the village woman with a waist as thick as a bucket on his farm had a cheerful look on his face, Feng Yong guessed that this guy might have charmed countless young girls and young women in his swaggering way through the streets.
So reincarnation is a technical job! For someone like Zhao Guang, who not only inherited his father’s perfect genes, but is also a second-generation official, and his father is the only general among the Five Tiger Generals who is still alive today, life
The winner is just that.
This is a very lovable guy, not only handsome, but also very polite. Even when he handed the door-to-door gift in his hand to the housekeeper, he still maintained a polite attitude - it was the gift that made Feng
Yong felt a little surprised.
The door-to-door gift was a jar of wine and a load of pork weighing about five or six kilograms, most of which was fat.
Pork became a despicable thing only after the Tang Dynasty. In this era of extreme material scarcity, pork was still a food that only wealthy people could eat.
At the Hongmen Banquet, which was considered the most exclusive banquet at the time, Xiang Yu once rewarded Fan Kuai with a piece of half-cooked pork thigh. How could the meat that can be served at the most exclusive state banquet be cheap meat? And fat meat is called fat, which is common in this belly.
In an age without oil and water, fat meat was considered the most delicious thing.
Not to mention wine. In the early years when Liu Bei first entered Shu, it was illegal to even own wine-making tools, let alone wine-making, which would directly require beheading. Although it is not as exaggerated now as before, the prohibition on alcohol has still not been released.
open.
Feng Yongyong likes drinking, and he doesn't like eating fat meat, but this doesn't mean that he doesn't understand that what Zhao Guang brought is no longer an ordinary meeting gift.
"The gift is not too light. It seems that the visitor must ask for something?"
The words were said in a somewhat rude manner, and even the butler on the side looked at him with suspicion. Isn't the master sick again?
"I really want something. It's just because the master has a valuable treasure, so I sincerely ask for it." Zhao Guang couldn't help being stunned when he heard Feng Yong's words, but he immediately realized that people in the mountain gate always have a weird temper, which is understandable.
.
The answer was very beautiful, but Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat. MMP, after all the calculations in the government, the only thing that can be regarded as a valuable treasure is the method of raising chickens.
Could it be that the housekeeper was making too much noise collecting chickens and ducks these days, and he was still being targeted? This does not mean that this chicken-raising method cannot be spread, but at least he has to wait until he has made the first pot of gold, instead of saying
It’s time to pass it on now!
"I never thought that someone in this remote village could be so valuable in the eyes of Mr. Zhao? It's such an honor. Why don't we go to Fuzhong Road to hear about it?"
I have all the gifts in hand, and I have sent my greetings early. Now that I have come to the door, I can't push them out, so I have to welcome them to the house first and wait and see what happens.
"That's annoying!" Zhao Guang expressed his joy. He was ready to be embarrassed when he came this time. After all, in the eyes of the world, people in the hidden world are always aloof and inaccessible. They have control over things that are not available in the world.
He has great wisdom, but he often looks down on the world like an ant. But he has no idea that the disciple of the master in front of him is not even a Han Dynasty person, he is just a country bumpkin wearing the skin of a Han Dynasty person.
Although he has been here for a long time, Feng Yong still knows nothing about the etiquette popular in mainstream society in the Han Dynasty. This is because the people he has been able to come into contact with the most are the housekeepers, not even Jincheng.
I've been there, how much etiquette do you expect such a country bumpkin to know?
So according to Feng Yong's own understanding, when a guest comes, of course he wants to greet the guest to eat and drink well. Although this guest may not be the distinguished guest he imagined earlier, he may be a bad guest, but now he cannot notify the kitchen to temporarily change the menu.
, had no choice but to take out the dishes that were originally prepared to greet him.
Of course, the so-called drinking does not mean drinking. In war years, especially in ancient war years when grain production was particularly low, grain was one of the most important strategic materials. Using grain to make wine was a crime, and the government would come directly to arrest people.
No one listened to the explanation.
So Feng Yong treated the second generation of Zhao Guang to drink soup, chicken soup. From this, we can also see that Zhao Guang came to the door with a jar of wine, which was really a heavy gift.
"I have delicious food, but I have no wine to entertain guests. Do you mind if I use this wine to entertain Brother Zhao?" Feng Yong pointed to the wine jar carried by the butler.
Forget it, I don’t like drinking anyway, so I just do the whole show. I will warmly entertain you and treat you like a brother. You are embarrassed to make excessive demands, right?
"I really wish to, but I dare not invite you!" Zhao Guang's throat rolled up and down a few times, and he chuckled in a low voice, "I really dare not hide it, I haven't smelled the smell of wine for a long time! This wine was originally collected by an elder.
, this time I still begged for a long time to get it as a door-to-door gift!"
Unexpectedly, despite his young age, he is a good drinker.
Feng Yong pointed at Zhao Guang and wanted to say a few words, but then pointed at the wine jar. The two of them laughed at each other.
The age of looking at faces is not only in later generations, but also in ancient times. I knew that Zhao Guang deliberately wanted to bring the relationship closer between the two, but looking at that beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel disgusted.