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Chapter 0292 horned millet

 Thinking of this, Zhang Wen turned around suddenly, looked at Zhuge Liang, and asked, "The Prime Minister just said, does this wheat have anything to do with that young man?"

Zhuge Liang twirled his beard and smiled, "The north is mostly a place with fertile soil, but even in good years, it is difficult to reach even two and a half stones. But here,"

He pointed to the wheat in front of him and said with great enthusiasm, "Even in normal years, if it is less than two and a half stones, it means the harvest is not good. It is all thanks to the farming method proposed by that young man."

An eight-oxen plow cannot be hidden, and a curved shaft plow cannot be hidden.

Because two things have to be taken out and used, as long as you are careful, you can always know what these two things look like.

But knowing that these two things are the same thing, whether they can be promoted or not ultimately depends on the government.

As the prime minister in charge of the affairs of the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang naturally had his own political vision for the world.

The North has now officially established the Law of the Nine-Rank Officials, and it is impossible for the gentry families who have just gained power to tolerate anything that threatens their privileges.

Even if the people in power among the Cao thieves in the north want to promote this thing, they will be strongly opposed by the noble families.

Because this thing counts, you can reluctantly say that it belongs to farmers, but it is more like it belongs to workers, but it definitely does not belong to scholars.

As a noble family that has always been advertised as the top level of scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, how could it be possible for the noble families to recognize the things of farmers and workers?

If we admit it, wouldn't we have to give up part of the power we just acquired? Let farmers and workers climb up and be equal to them? This is absolutely not allowed.

In the farming-study family, farming means letting others plow for you, not letting you work in the fields yourself. Reading means studying by yourself so that you can master the intellectual resources to enslave others.

Let farmers and workers climb up... Isn't this nonsense? Who will they enslave then?

As for Soochow, although the Cao thieves in the north did not win over the aristocratic family as openly and openly, in fact, who doesn't know that the Sun family was able to gain a firm foothold in Jiangdong because they found ways to eliminate the grudges of the Jiangdong aristocratic family?

Besides, Feng Yong's farming method is not just about using eight-oxen plows and curved-hull plows to produce so much grain.

The so-called intensive farming, after intensive farming, don’t we still have to work carefully?

If he had not personally practiced this kind of menial work on farmland, who would have taken it seriously if it were someone else?

Therefore, it is only natural that Zhuge Liang can no longer hide his pride.

Food is the foundation of a country!

"The foreign minister has a request, please allow me, Prime Minister."

Zhang Wen turned around, bowed deeply and saluted.

"I wonder what Ambassador Zhang wants?"

"Please, Prime Minister, allow me to meet the young gentleman. If I can meet this young man from Shu, I will have no regrets about this trip!"

Zhang Wen has been impressed by the people and things in Shu, and he thought to himself, everyone in the world calls Kong Ming Wolong, and he really deserves his name. With him here, Shu is as peaceful as Mount Tai. This time he returned to Wu, and faced King Wu in person, and fought with all his strength.

Good relations with Shu.

"In this matter," Zhuge Liang said apologetically, "I'm afraid that Ambassador Zhang will not be able to do what he wants. When I was last year, I went to Hanzhong to collect scenery, and I am not in Jincheng now."

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Zhang Wen sighed repeatedly.

The Dragon Boat Festival is here, which means the weather will be getting hotter and hotter.

When the weather gets hotter, there are more mosquitoes.

At this time, there was already a mosquito net, called a curtain.

No matter how good the mosquito net is, one or two will always get in through some invisible gap every night.

Every morning when I wake up, I always find that there are one or two mosquitoes with red bellies hanging on the tent that is obviously empty of mosquitoes.

With a "ping" sound, the mosquito was full of blood and could not fly very fast. It was immediately slapped to death by Feng Yong who gritted his teeth. Then there was a small pool of blood and a corpse in his palm.

But since he saw Guan Ji and Amei gathering mugwort for the Dragon Boat Festival, Feng Yong finally remembered how he should repel mosquitoes.

I remember that when I was young, my family was poor and we didn’t have mosquito repellent incense. We used dried rice straws, wrapped them with dried mugwort, and tied them tightly into fist-sized pieces. Then we lit them with arm-length handles to make them grow.

Burn it little by little, and the smoke produced can repel mosquitoes.

Especially before going to bed, be sure to light one at the door of the room, so that there will be fewer mosquitoes at night.

Anyway, I'm a country bumpkin. I'm not a chemical engineer, so I don't know how to make mosquito coils, so I have to use homespun methods to repel mosquitoes. It's not a shame.

After repelling mosquitoes like this for several nights, Feng Yong habitually looked around in the mosquito net every morning when he got up. He found that there were no mosquitoes in the mosquito net, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

Well, this should be a good day.

Amei cleaned up the remaining dust at the door, then came in with a washbasin. After serving Feng Yong and washing up, he asked, "Master, today is the Chongwu Festival. I want to eat some millet, my maid, so I can arrange it."

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"Corn millet?" Feng Yong was startled, "What is it?"

During the Dragon Boat Festival, shouldn’t we eat rice dumplings?

By the way, this Qu Yuan is from the Chu State, and isn’t the Chu State in the south? Is the legend a lie? There are no Zongzi yet?

"Jiao millet is what people here call it, and in some places it's also called brown. My lord..."

Amei hesitated and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

It’s customary to eat millet during the Double Five Festival!

"Is there any zongzi?"

Feng Yongxin said that indeed the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to China!

"If you eat millet during the Double Five Festival, you will naturally get brown rice."

Although the name of the horn millet was a bit strange, Feng Yong didn't pay attention and started drooling at the moment.

When I was a child, my mother made brown rice dumplings that were delicious, sticky but not sticky, fragrant and soft. Later, I left home and went to the north, and I haven't eaten them in many years.

And then even the New Year atmosphere faded away, let alone the Dragon Boat Festival?

So later on, the more I went on, the less interesting it became to celebrate the New Year.

Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, I just buy two rice dumplings on the street for fun.

Feng Yongdu didn't think much about the morning exercise that morning. After exercising in a hurry, he returned to the dining hall.

Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others had already sat down and were waiting for Feng Yong.

On the table in front of everyone are boiled millet porridge and rice dumplings.

Feng Yong picked up a rice dumpling and looked at it. It was well wrapped and was somewhat similar to the triangular rice dumpling sold on the street in later generations.

"Okay, let's eat."

Feng Yong couldn't wait to untie a rice dumpling, and saw that it was filled with millet. He suddenly realized that it was no wonder it was called Jiao Millet, and it was as its name suggests.

A vague herbal smell drifted into Feng Yong's nostrils.

"Is this... the smell of wormwood?"

Feng Yong asked hesitantly.

"Back to my lord, it's exactly that. This is called moxa-flavored millet. It is soaked in moxa leaves and then wrapped in rice, so it has the aroma of moxa."

Amei replied.

Zhao Guang had already swallowed one in one gulp and praised, "Ms. Amei's cooking skills are really good. I used to eat these corn millet with a bitter taste, but it's not like the corn millet made by Madam Amei. Not only is it not bitter,

, it actually still has a fragrance, it’s delicious!”

"The reason why the horn millet has a bitter taste is because the millet is soaked in ash juice and then wrapped in wild rice leaves. The horn millet made by my servant is soaked in moxa leaves and then soaked in millet, so it doesn't have a bitter taste."

Amei explained.

Feng Yong took a bite. Well, maybe Amei used some method to make the millet sticky, and the faint aroma of moxa also gave the rice an extra flavor.

Just why is there no filling?

Zongzi without fillings, isn’t it just white brown?

As a country person who is both salty and sweet, I am not even allowed to choose between salty and sweet. What a shame!

Without the zongzi of the battle between the salty party and the sweet party, it is meaningless!


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