Families in the Han Dynasty, whether in the farm or in the city, had always had the habit of raising chickens, but most of them only had one or two, and they usually kept roosters specifically for crows.
Those with fields in the countryside and plenty of food at home may raise three or four more, but no more than ten or so. After all, food is too valuable, so they usually fool them with bran and then rush outside.
Let them find food on their own.
Besides, even bran, in the eyes of ordinary people, is something that can save lives. When there is no food, a mouthful of bran can also save lives.
That's why the housekeeper was excited when he heard that he wanted to raise so many chickens. Not to mention that most people in the family use bran as food. The Feng family has some land and surplus food, so they don't need to eat bran, and they don't have enough to raise so many chickens.
In the end, food is not allowed to be used? How much food will this cost? Isn’t this nonsense?
"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, don't worry, my chicken doesn't need to be fed with food." Feng Yong saw that Butler Zhao seemed to have signs of a heart attack, and quickly gave Butler Zhao some heart-soothing remedies.
"This doesn't require food, it can still be used..." the housekeeper screamed in a high-pitched voice. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his eyes widened. He looked at Feng Yong in confusion, then looked around, and sneakily came over.
, lowered his voice and asked, "Does the Lord have the art of wishing a rooster?"
The art of witchcraft and poison was popular in the Han Dynasty, and there were countless legends about magicians and immortals. Butler Zhao had only been in the Feng family for a few months, and at most he only knew that the Feng Yong family was from outside. As for what the Feng family did before coming to Shu, he knew nothing about it.
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What is Zhu Jiweng? Feng Yong glanced at the housekeeper inexplicably, "I know Zhu Yingtai, but what the hell is Zhujiweng?"
"It turns out that the master really has such magic. It seems that the old servant misunderstood and the master misunderstood." The butler didn't know what he was thinking about, and said excitedly, "The old servant will make arrangements now!" He strode forward.
After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered that he had left Feng Yong behind. He turned around and apologized to Feng Yong, "My old servant was excited for a moment, so I lost my composure. My master made a mistake."
Although I don’t know why the butler looked so excited, half the problem is solved if he can get support from the butler. Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao is thinking about the Feng family, how can I blame him?"
"It's just my lord, if you raise so many chickens, you have to have some hands to look after them, right? Do you want to add more people to the family?" After the excitement subsided, the housekeeper asked the first question.
"Let's not add more for now. Watching chickens is not a heavy job. Aren't there a few minors among the tenants who rent our fields? Just ask them to come over to help. It doesn't matter whether they are boys or girls. I will give it to them when the time comes.
Just some food."
"But it's time for summer planting. After harvesting the wheat, we have to plant rice. Those half-grown children in the farmer's house can be considered as half of the labor force. What if this delays the farming?" said the housekeeper.
He looked embarrassed, "Why don't we wait until Xia Zhong passes?"
"I didn't say I would raise them now. I would naturally wait for the summer planting to pass. Speaking of farming, by the way, Uncle Zhao, do you know if there is a blacksmith nearby?"
"Blacksmith? Your Majesty, you are referring to someone who can do blacksmith work, right? These craftsmen all work for the government, and most of them are registered as craftsmen in the government. Even those who are not registered as blacksmiths and have blacksmith skills can only work in the city.
I saw that farmers usually do some crafts in their free time. Whether it's blacksmith's work or carpentry's work, most of them are skilled at it. The ancestors of Choji's family once worked as craftsmen, and there are several craftsmen around here.
His craftsmanship is the best.”
Look, this is called a competent butler. He has only been in the Feng family for a long time, and he has even found out the details of the surrounding bankers.
"Okay, after dinner, Uncle Zhao will ask him to come see me. I have something I want him to help make."
"Oh, Master, please don't say such things. It will be a joke if outsiders hear it. He is lucky to be able to come into the house whether he helps or not. When the things are done, Master really wants to
If you are kind-hearted, just give him one or two coins, or if the old servant grabs a few handfuls of millet and gives it to him, he will thank you profusely."
Therefore, there really was no human rights in ancient times. Feng Yong felt a little awkward after hearing the steward's natural words.
While the two were talking, they entered Feng's house unknowingly.
Feng Yong washed his hands first, then sat down in the pavilion in the backyard. The maid had already laid out the food, which was still steaming. A bowl of steamed rice, a can of chicken soup, a portion of pickles, and finally a small plate of fried cabbage.
Note that this frying means putting the pottery pot on the fire, then spreading the wok on it to fry, drying out the water, and then serving it directly to the dinner table.
So this is why Feng Yong likes to go fishing and is deliberately thinking about raising chickens. In addition to fishing to kill time, under the current cooking conditions, only fish soup and chicken soup can be made delicious without too many seasonings.
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As for anti-human things like fried cabbage... Feng Yong said that it's not that he's being pretentious, but that it's really difficult to eat.
As for why not to make an iron pot, as a person who is regarded as crazy by others, if you want to find a blacksmith to make something that has never been seen before, and it costs so much iron, who would do it for yourself?
And in this era, iron is still relatively precious. Now, in the eyes of outsiders, he has gradually returned to normal, and with the reward from the emperor, he thought of asking the butler to find a blacksmith.
The house the housekeeper mentioned was certainly very large compared to the building area of later generations. It had front and back halls, and was divided into large and small halls, a main room, a side room, a secret room, and even a pond in the backyard.
There is even a special place for the servants to live.
But Feng Yong said what's the use of this? There are only four masters and servants in the Feng family, so it's too deserted. He walked around for a while after moving in for the first time and has no interest in seeing it anymore.
It looks big, but in fact it is just big. There is nothing else worthy of praise. It is not much different from the tiled house in the countryside where I lived when I was a child.
Of course, this is a huge difference for the tenants living in thatched houses, so the housekeeper said that it was his blessing to let Ding Er enter the house. The key is that Ding Er also felt that he was blessed.
This made Feng Yong feel helpless.
Looking at the helpless farmers below, Feng Yong handed over a piece of paper and asked in a gentle voice: "Look at the picture above, can you understand it?"
His body was shaking with excitement. Ding Er wiped his hands on his clothes again and again. Then he stretched out his trembling hands and carefully held the paper, as if the paper was a thousand-year-old treasure. He looked at it carefully for a long time before he plucked up the courage.
He asked: "Master, this... this looks a bit like a plow? How come it's curved?"
The steward next to me was curious. Is this pear even curved? He stretched out his neck and looked over. Oh, it turned out to be a plow for plowing. But the plow was drawn very strangely. Why was it different from the commonly used plows?
"Well, it's just curved. It's clearly drawn on the paper, so just follow it. It's just that the plowshare needs to be made of iron. Do you understand?"
Fortunately, I was born in a rural area, and I often helped my family work in the fields when I was a child. Rural children mature early, and when they are more than ten years old, some people can drive cattle into the fields and plow the fields.
When Feng Yong was twelve years old, his father not only taught him how to plow, but also told him about the various parts and uses of the plow. He once plowed several pieces of land by himself. The structure of this curved shaft plow is simple.
He is quite familiar with it.
Of course, he also knew about the Eight-Niu Plow in Europe. The reason was that part of his university graduation thesis was about the environment, and some of it involved the development of world agriculture. However, his family only had a few hundred acres of land, and it was difficult to use the Eight-Niu Plow.
For eggs?
Besides, he only understands it, but unlike Qu Yuuli, who has used it with his own hands, it would probably kill a lot of brain cells to get it out, not to mention there aren't that many cows at home.
The current plow is a straight-shaft plow, which cannot plow deeply, and must be pulled by two oxen at the same time, which is a waste of manpower and animal power, and is not easy to use.
The curved shaft plow only uses one ox, and the depth of the plow can be adjusted according to the field. The most important thing is that this thing can be made of wood, as long as an iron piece is inserted into the plowshare! It's done!
It is an artifact that can properly liberate manpower and animal power and improve production efficiency! Well, it was an artifact during the Three Kingdoms era when straight-wheel plows were still used for farming.
Ding Er looked at the drawing again and again, asked a few small questions, and then reluctantly handed over the paper.
Feng Yong frowned, "If you don't hold this paper, how can you make it look like what I want?"
When Ding Er heard this, he confirmed in disbelief, "What does the master mean? Can the villain take this?"
"Are you talking nonsense? It's not a precious thing. I'm holding it for you so that you can make gestures." Feng Yong took a breath and felt a bit toothache, so he couldn't figure out what the ancients were thinking.
What, there is a gap in thinking, just communicate more, why do you like to say that he is a psychopath?
"After that, can the villain keep it at home as a memorial to his descendants?"