As a second-generation official, Zhao Guang was well-informed in terms of food and drink, and he often attended banquets in the palace.
It can be said that in the land of Shuhan, there are only a handful of dishes that he thinks he has never seen or eaten. But when the fat cook in the Feng family dressed in strange white clothes brought the dishes to him, he found that he couldn't call any of them.
Name it.
"This is called steamed fish." Seeing Zhao Guang sitting upright and trying not to show a strange expression, but not knowing how to take off his chopsticks, Feng Yong picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the soup under the fish, and gave a demonstration
, "Eat it with dipping, it's extremely delicious."
"This is plain-cut chicken, dipped in the mixed sauce, and it tastes very good."
"These are called stuffed chicken nuggets. You don't need to dip them in them. You can eat them directly. This is a unique dish of the Feng family and cannot be found anywhere else. What do you think of the taste, brother Yiwen?"
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Zhao Guang looked at the delicacies on the table. He was amazed at first, and then felt a serious sense of frustration. The arrogance of this hidden mountain sect was indeed well-founded - even for an ordinary banquet, the delicious dishes were so delicious that even the palace
Nothing compares to it.
What's ridiculous is that I still want to trade the world's wealth and power with them. With their abilities, how can the things in this world be attractive to them?
"Brother Yiwen, why is he so unhappy all of a sudden?" As a bitch's bad taste, it is really interesting to see the ancient people look like they have never seen the world. Of course, it is more because of some unhappiness.
Known for his thoughts, he noticed that Zhao Guang suddenly seemed a little dull. Feng Yongyong couldn't help but asked strangely, "Is it possible that this dish is not to Brother Yiwen's taste?"
You should eat quickly. If you don’t eat more, how can I have the nerve to seal your mouth later?
Zhao Guang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Brother Mingwen is serious! To be honest, I have never eaten such delicious food. To put it bluntly, although I have little knowledge, I have also eaten at palace banquets. When it comes to delicious food, I'm afraid
It’s not as good as the delicacies of your house.”
Then why do you look like you've eaten shit?
"Is that because you have something on your mind?"
Zhao Guang took a deep breath, stood up as if he had made up his mind, and saluted directly to Feng Yong: "Thanks to the host's warm hospitality, I came here this time, but I have nothing else to ask for. There are some things that I should not say out loud first.
, Even if it’s dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, I’m afraid I won’t be able to taste it!”
"I know, brother Yiwen just said it at the door, but I don't know what you want to ask for?"
He's here, he's here, but he's only taken a few bites of the food. How should I say no?
"A few days ago, I saw the Quyuan plow made by Brother Mingwen. It is really a sharp tool for farming. I want to find out how to make this thing so that it can be promoted to the world and benefit the people..."
"no!"
Feng Yong refused before Zhao Guang finished speaking, and then he realized, "Wait a minute, what did you say? Plow? What plow?"
Sure enough, it still doesn't work? It seems that the people in this hidden mountain sect are still just like the rumors, acting based on personal likes and dislikes, regardless of life and death in the world.
Zhao Guang smiled bitterly and said in despair, "Of course it was the curved shaft plow used by your servants when I met Brother Mingwen for the first time a few days ago. Compared with the plows used in the world, this plow takes half the effort and does more work."
, if it can be generalized, it will be a blessing to the people of the world. I came here this time just to find out how to make this thing, but I don’t know how Brother Mingwen can give up his love?"
Although Zhao Guang was trying his best to hide his emotions, his slightly trembling hands had betrayed his heart.
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang strangely. Did I travel to the wrong era? Or does this era already have patent laws? Zhao Guang is asking me for authorization, right?
"The method of making this thing is extremely simple. Even an ordinary craftsman can easily make it by holding the actual object and thinking about it carefully. How can I deserve Brother Yiwen's solemn request?"
As long as you don't covet my chicken-raising skills, everything will be fine.
"Otherwise, this thing may be insignificant to Brother Mingwen, but to a big man, it is a precious thing. If this thing can be extended, wouldn't it be possible to cultivate twice as many fields by saving oxen and manpower?
, doesn’t that mean we can get twice as much food?! In this case, why do the people worry about not having enough food? Why do the court worry about not having enough food? Why do the great Han people worry about not being able to revive?"
Who taught you mathematics? It seems that you are not very good at it? Is the algorithm a bit too idealistic?
Feng Yong pondered for two seconds, and his rustic personality started to show up: "Since Brother Yiwen said so, wouldn't it be too unkind if I said no to you? But if you say this thing is so powerful, then I
Shouldn’t it be of any benefit?”
Sure enough, are these hidden sects all selfish people?
"I wonder what Brother Feng wants? Whatever I have and whatever I can do, I can let Brother Feng take it!" Zhao Guang was almost moved by his impassioned attitude, and even his title changed from Brother Mingwen to Brother Feng.
.
Damn it, I'm going to risk everything today. If I hadn't been afraid of the mountain gate behind this guy and gone straight to the farmer who made the Quyuan plow, why would I have done this?
You fucking moved me!
"I want those hills behind Fengjiazhuang. I wonder if Brother Yiwen can do it?" Feng Yong was also moved, but he was moved, but the benefits are still indispensable. So Feng Tulu tentatively made a request, hidden in the
The fingers under the table were also trembling slightly.
Those were not the few small hills that Feng Yong originally wanted to use to raise chickens, but the peaks behind the hills. At this time, the barren mountains and mountains were densely forested, and they did not suffer the large-scale destruction of later generations. Except for the occasional few
A woodcutter went up the mountain to cut wood, but there were almost no human activities on it.
And there is a reason why Feng Yong wanted those hills. A few days ago, when the busy farming season was over and the farmers on the village were free, someone went up the mountain to catch a few pheasants and exchanged them with the housekeeper for food - now the villagers
Everyone in the farmer's household knows that the owner is a good talker. If he catches a hare in the field, he can exchange it for some grain. A few pheasants can be exchanged for several days of rations.
Of course, the pheasant is not the point. The point is that Feng Yong happened to be passing by at that time and saw the branches tied to the pheasant's feet. It was broken off by a farmer from a tree on the mountain. It happened that Feng Yong happened to know him.
This kind of branch.
"This is a tea tree!" Feng Yong said with emotion at that time.
Yes, this is the tea tree.
As for why Feng Yong is so emotional? Of course it has something to do with the past.
In 1996, someone invested in building a factory in the small county where Fengyong Village was located, which was considered a big event at the time.
Rumors spread all over the place that a tea factory was being built, and then suddenly people from various villages in the county went to the countryside to sell tea seeds. They also said that tea seeds take three years to pick, while tea seedlings only need to be transplanted.
Tea leaves can be picked in one year, and farmers are encouraged to buy tea seedlings as much as possible - of course, tea seedlings are more expensive, but they can also make money a year earlier, right? Look at the tea factory, maybe it will be completed when
If you plant it this year, you can make money the year after. How much more money will you make one year earlier than others?
So that year, almost every household planted tea to a greater or lesser extent, and they took care of them like they were serving an uncle. Some of those who transplanted tea trees directly even spent money to buy a lot of tea seedlings because many tea trees died.
replant.
Waiting and waiting, until the next year, the government news was confirmed. It was indeed a tea factory, but it was not an ordinary tea factory. They built a jasmine tea factory, which had nothing to do with the tea trees planted by the farmer brothers!
Of course, the jasmine tea factory uses jasmine flowers as raw materials. When regular government personnel took jasmine seeds to the countryside to promote them, they encountered unprecedented resistance. The farmer brothers suffered a big loss. Who dares to believe this kind of thing anymore?
I don’t care about jasmine or not, isn’t it the tea factory that makes tea anyway? Why can’t we harvest tea leaves? Farmers really don’t understand. If they don’t understand, they don’t have clear ideas. If they don’t have clear ideas, they have to think.
The method is clear.
The liar who tricked me into growing tea last year was nowhere to be found, but weren’t there still a few locals who shouted for the liar to recruit people? So those locals were unlucky. People threw shit at their doors every day, and their windows were always late.
They were hit with stones, and no one dared to live in those last few houses anymore, which turned them into haunted houses.