There are no salty brown seeds, and there are no sweet brown seeds, only white brown seeds.
Unappetizing.
Feng Yong took two bites and wanted to stop eating, but he looked at Amei who was standing next to him waiting to be served, and then at Guan Ji who was eating with her sleeves raised and her face covered.
"Did you and Sanniang make this zongzi...jiao millet?"
Feng Yong asked Xiang Amei.
"Yes, my lord. Madam Guan picked the wild rice leaves herself."
Hearing this, Guan Ji raised her head and glanced at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong immediately stuffed the remaining zongzi into his mouth, nodded and said, "Yes, it's quite delicious."
After eating one, I looked at everyone eating the second and third rice dumplings, especially Zhao Guang. There were no more dumplings on the table.
Feng Yong took a sip of millet porridge and wanted to eat another one, but he couldn't eat any more.
The first time he ate rice dumplings from this era, Feng Yong was a little disappointed.
When he returned to his study and sat down, and was about to open the bamboo slips, he only heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Amei opened the door and walked in with a pot of water and a bowl.
When Feng Yong is in the study, he always puts some water in the study in case he is thirsty. This is his habit.
"What's wrong? Why don't you come and sit down?"
After a while, Feng Yong realized that there seemed to be something unusual about this girl.
When he had free time, he would sometimes revise his own version of the Three Kingdoms in his study.
At this time, he needs Amei to help him.
There is no way, this work is too cumbersome.
He has been working on it for almost a year, and he is only halfway through it at most.
This is still based on copying the interpretation.
Amei has learned Pinyin, so she can learn it while helping.
Feng Yong raised his head and saw Amei lowering her head hastily, as if she had done something wrong.
"My lord...is today's breakfast not delicious?"
Amei mustered up the courage and asked in a low voice.
"It's not bad." Feng Yong thought for a while. Although he was a little disappointed with the zongzi of this era, how could he be the kind of person who said "why not eat rice" when others couldn't even eat enough?
Besides, Amei can also make Aixiangjiao millet that is different from others, which is considered very attentive.
"My lord is not like this on weekdays."
Amei bit her lip and said, "My servant has served the Lord for so long and knows the Lord's temperament. If today's breakfast was delicious, I wouldn't have eaten so little."
Girl, can't you put this care into your studies?
Feng Yong clicked his tongue and said, "Master, I have a bad appetite today, okay? Besides, didn't I eat a bowl of porridge? Stop thinking about these useless things. You can put your thoughts on reading, which is better than anything else."
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"But the maid wants to read, just to understand what is written in the book left by the adults. Now the maid knows that it is a medical book."
Amei whispered again, "Butler Zhao also said that the maid must serve the master well."
"Don't!"
Feng Tubeng almost jumped up when he heard Amei's words. Damn, just a little sister has already disappointed me. If you also lose the motivation to study, then I really won't have time to cry.
"For me, only the maid who is the best at reading is a good maid. If you want to serve me well, you can't do it without reading. Do you understand?"
Such a genius, a genius that can be completely controlled by oneself, if it is wasted like this, do I, the time traveler, still need my face?
"Sit down quickly! There is so much work to do."
Feng Yong really couldn't see the girl's appearance, and immediately cursed, "Am I too busy to death if I can't see my master all day long? I know that I am a maid, but I still don't want to find a way to share the burden. What about you, what are you doing?
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Amei flinched after being scolded, and just as she was about to walk up, she saw another knock on the door.
"Who?"
Feng Yong asked angrily.
"Brother, it's my little sister."
Guan Ji's cold voice sounded outside the door.
"Ouch," as soon as Feng Tubie heard Guan Ji's voice, he quickly stood up and opened the door before Amei could react.
"Sanniang is here, sit down quickly, take advantage of these free days to catch up on this."
Amei can read, but it hasn't taken long to learn to write.
Not to mention Feng Tubao, he couldn't even write well with pen calligraphy, let alone calligraphy with calligraphy.
Even though I have practiced hard over the past year, I can barely write a word that people can barely recognize, and there is nothing about the font or shape.
Therefore, at this time, Guan Ji, who could both carve bamboo slips and draw silver calligraphy with calligraphy, became very important.
Guan Ji did not sit down, but instead glanced at Amei, who had her head lowered, and smiled, "Brother, are you teaching Amei a lesson again?"
"Who told her to be so stupid?"
Feng Yong did not give Amei a good look.
He did it on purpose.
As long as she was studying, Feng Yong rarely praised her.
It's just stupid anyway.
Since you are stupid, you should study harder, right?
"Today is the Fifth Festival," Guan Ji said. "The mugwort and calamus haven't been hung up yet. Why don't you take a day off?"
Huh? Yes.
What about Dragon Boat Festival, why not have a holiday?
During holidays in my previous life, I worked overtime and all kinds of overtime.
Either at the company or in bed, where can I say a holiday?
After traveling here, why do I have to work overtime?
I'm used to it, I'm used to being oppressed. You can't blame me for this, but blame it on the evil overtime system in future generations.
"Okay, vacation!"
Feng Yong waved his hand, "Everyone has three days off. The students in the school will not come for these three days. Let them play for three days."
"Ah? Brother, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Guan Ji didn't expect Feng Yong to think about it, and immediately said, "Everyone? That textile workshop..."
Ouch!
Feng Tuchel was quick to speak for a moment, and then he remembered that he was already a boss and gave his employees a holiday. How much would he lose on that day?
Thinking of this, he began to feel distressed again.
"Then give one day to everyone in the textile workshops, excluding those Hu prisoners of war..."
Feng Yong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Ask the female workers who can make corn millet and pick them out and ask them to make more corn millet. Today, each of the Hu prisoners of war will be given an extra corn millet."
To cultivate a sense of cultural identity, we must start from scratch.
"Everyone who makes corn millet today will be counted as two days' wages."
Well, twice the salary for overtime work on holidays is pretty good.
Unlike in later generations, when I worked overtime, no one ever gave me a raise, so I can be said to be a conscientious landowner and bourgeoisie.
"That will cost a lot of millet."
Guan Ji hesitated.
Because she has never found a good professional manager of the textile workshop, Guan Ji is still serving as the factory director.
At this time, she looked very much like a housekeeper who was calculating and calculating, but she was much more real than the otherworldly look she had before.
