Governor Feng stood up involuntarily, walked to Hua Wan, and took the beautiful-looking seeds from her hand.
Then hold it up to your eyes and observe carefully.
Oval shape, hard seed coat, shiny surface, mixed with black, white, brown and other markings.
“It’s really a castor bean!”
Feng Jishi said with great nostalgia.
This time it was Huawan's turn to be shocked:
“What hemp? Do you know this is hemp?”
Feng Yong tossed the castor seeds in his hand and glanced sideways at Young Master Hua who wanted to show off in front of him:
“I know a lot of things.”
"What's the air?" Hua Wan muttered unconvincedly, "We call it Cao Ma, not the Ma you are talking about."
Guan Ji also came over, grabbed a few castor beans from the box, and asked curiously:
“This is a hemp seed? It looks like a bird’s egg. Why have I never seen it before?”
When Huawan saw it, he immediately became excited:
"Madam, this grass and hemp is from the Panyue country. I heard it was passed from the Shendu country. I asked about it, but we big men don't have it..."
She chattered a lot, but Feng Yong was completely confused.
“Where is this Panyue country?”
“Well, Panyue Kingdom is to the southwest of Ailao Mountain...”
"Ailao Mountain? You also call it Ailao Mountain?" Feng Yong was really surprised, "Is it called Ailao Mountain at this time? I thought..."
Halfway through speaking, he paused again.
It was Guan Ji who looked at Feng Yong strangely:
“During the Yongping period of the Later Han Dynasty, Liu Maung, the king of Ailao, sent his son to lead his tribe, and his country was seven thousand miles southwest of Luoyang.”
At this point, Guan Ji paused for a moment, seeming to be recalling something.
"I remember that the country is not small. It seems that when King Ailao was attached, there were more than 70 Yi kings in the country, with more than 50,000 households and more than 550,000 small households."
“Emperor Xiaoming first established two counties in Ailao and Bonan on his land, and then divided it into six counties in Yizhou to form Yongchang County. The place where Ailao Kingdom is located has a big mountain, which is called Ailao Mountain.”
That’s awesome!
The big man is really awesome!
Feng Jishi sighed sincerely in his heart.
If I remember correctly, the current Yongchang County actually included part of later Myanmar.
“Xijun, how do you know so clearly?”
Guan Ji glanced at Huawan and said vaguely:
“Didn’t you go to Nanzhong back then? Naturally, I wanted to find out more about it.”
Husband and wife have the same mind.
Feng Yong also took a look at Huawan and understood what Guan Ji meant.
When the Prime Minister conquered Nanzhong, his brother-in-law was the pioneer, and then he also went southward. Guan Ji was probably worried about her brother-in-law and herself, so she went to learn the history of Nanzhong.
He is worthy of being General Guan who led the army to victory.
Before confronting the enemy, understand the enemy as much as possible and do not fight an unprepared battle.
How could he be like me, holding a few jars of wine and just rushing over...
It's just that the topic of Pingnanzhong is always difficult to bring up too clearly in front of Huawan, so Guan Ji was vague.
Feng Yong tried hard to match the geography at that time with the world map he knew:
So the Panyue Kingdom should be Bangladesh or even the northeast of India in later generations?
Then he nodded: “That’s it.”
"Alang seems to have heard of Ailao Mountain, but doesn't know it." Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong with some doubts in her eyes, "Then why do you know this thing?"
As she spoke, she raised the castor beans in her hand.
"Oh, someone from our school once brought this thing back to our school." Governor Feng replied calmly, his face not red and his heart not beating, "I heard that I had to climb Ailao Mountain to get it."
"It's just that such miscellaneous news is too fragmentary. I heard it occasionally, so I didn't take it to heart. I thought Ailao Mountain was named by the people in the sect..."
As he spoke, he smiled sheepishly, showing just the right amount of confusion about his ignorance.
“Oh? Does Alang know the purpose of the things?”
General Guan has always admired her sect, Alang, because the longer she spent time with her sect, the more she felt that Alang’s sect’s knowledge was really all-encompassing and unfathomable.
“You can press oil.”
Feng Yong played with the castor beans in his hand and said casually, "There is a lot of oil in these seeds."
“Oil?” Guan Ji’s eyes lit up, “The kind used for cooking?”
Oil is a good thing!
Looking at her, he wanted to put the castor bean in his hand into his mouth and take a bite. Feng Jishihun was almost scared to death.
With lightning speed, he smacked the things in Guan Ji's hands and shouted loudly: "You can't eat it, it's poisonous!"
General Guan did not expect Feng Jishi's reaction to be so strong, and was frightened on the spot.
Seeing the castor beans "crackling" falling to the ground, Feng Yong quickly bent down and at the same time ordered the servant serving beside him:
“Quick, pick them all up, don’t miss a single one!”
There are two kids at home who can run around. If one of them falls in the corner and they pick it up and eat it, it will be too late to cry.
Looking at Feng Yong's expression changed drastically, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Guan Ji quickly squatted down to help find the fallen castor beans.
Guan Ji only had a few pills in her hand, but she found them all at once. She counted them carefully and found that none of them were missing. Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief.
Guan Ji then asked carefully: "Is this thing poisonous?"
Hua Wan then realized and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it's poisonous."
Feng Yong threw the castor beans back into the box: "Not only are they poisonous, they are also very toxic. If a child eats two or three, and an adult eats six or seven, it is almost impossible to save them."
This time, Guan Ji and Hua Wan really believed that Feng Yong knew this thing very well.
But I saw him saying with some regret: "I have a senior brother who almost died after eating one."
When I was a child in my previous life, I could often see wild castor plants in groups of twos and threes, whether in front of or behind the house, in ditches or on the ridges of fields, or even in dilapidated walls.
In the eyes of rural people, this thing is actually similar to a weed. It can grow anywhere and is extremely tenacious.
Every rural child knows one thing, that is, fruits in the wild can only be put into the mouth if adults say they are edible.
Whatever has not been said cannot be touched.
Once, Feng Yong, who was five or six years old, and a few friends went to the wild to dig out bird's nests to play.
Among the children in the village, there will always be a few bold ones, commonly known as the kings of children.
In Feng Yong’s group of friends, the child king is a naughty kid of eight or nine years old. It may be that his rebellious period has arrived early, or it may be to show his bravery.
When everyone was playing in the field, they saw the child king picking castor seeds not far away in public and peeling off the thorny shell with his bare hands, without fear of pain at all.
Attracting admiring glances from friends.
So the guy floated away, put the peeled castor seeds into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them...
The result can be imagined.
Finally, his father and several uncles took turns carrying him on their backs, running towards the hospital like hot wheels.
His mother followed behind with tears and runny noses...
Fortunately, the village where Feng Yong is located is not in a ravine, and there is even a national highway extending right to the edge of the village.
At the end of the national highway, there is a hospital, which is a resident hospital.
It was the hospital that Feng Yong found marked on Baidu Maps many years later, but could not find it.
About ten miles away from the village, an army was stationed.
At night when he was sleeping, Feng Yong often heard the rumbling sound of cannon fire coming from there.
Sometimes when I go to school, if I'm lucky, I can go with the field training team along the way.
The one I remember most is the kind of weather with heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and no one could be seen more than ten meters away.
A captain, who was soaked to the skin, knocked on the window of Feng Yong's house, took out a wet map, and loudly asked Feng Yong's mother for directions.
From the window, I saw a team walking silently on the muddy road in the hazy rain curtain.
Anyway, Feng Yong feels very awesome.
Then when I grew up, I also went to experience a man's romance.
To put it further, let’s talk about that naughty kid who eats castor seeds.
Of course he was rescued later. I heard from the villagers afterwards that the doctor said he was delivered in time and that he didn’t need to eat much, otherwise he would have died.
This incident spread to several nearby villages, and even the school teachers heard about it.
The school deliberately used this matter to educate its students, and then a vice-principal who was over fifty years old said with emotion:
“Ricinus communis, even though it is full of poison, is actually very useful.”
“Don’t you often recite: Big plane, please stop, please take me to Beijing!”
“This big airplane has wheels, and castor oil is used for the wheels. The oil used to lubricate the wheels of your sewing machines and ox carts is also castor oil.”
“The ink I usually use to print test papers for you also contains castor oil...”
Recalling these things, Feng Yong couldn’t help but smile, turned around and waved:
“Amei, come here, oh, by the way, call Mrs. Mu San over too.”
Hua Wan heard that Feng Jishi said that one of his fellow disciples was almost poisoned to death, and when he saw the other person's weird smile, he thought of how ruthless this person was, and his heart skipped a beat.
Guan Ji seemed to be unable to see it, and pushed him: "Why are you laughing? It's so weird!"
“I was reminded of the usage of this word in the school.”
Feng Yong asked Amei, who was walking over:
“I remember, didn’t you say that the winter in Liangzhou is too cold, and when you oil the wheels of a cart, won’t the oil freeze?”
Amei nodded:
"Not only cart wheels, but also water mills and even workshops in Liangzhou in the future, all places where lubricating oil is used, must pay attention to this situation."
Feng Yong laughed, pointed at the castor seeds in the box and said:
“There is a large amount of castor oil. I will plant some next year and press the oil to see if it freezes. Also, you can try using castor oil to mix ink and see what the effect is.”
“If the effect is good, then it will be a blessing from God.”
If the vice principal of the primary school did not lie to himself, castor oil should be much better than the tung oil currently used for lubrication.
Anyone who has studied geography in high school knows that for every 100 meters the troposphere goes up, the temperature drops by about 0.65 degrees.
The altitude at which airplanes fly is basically below zero.
If castor oil is really used as lubricant, its frost resistance is much stronger than tung oil.
As for tung oil, there is a huge demand every year just for extracting glycerin to prevent frostbite for soldiers, not to mention making weapons waterproof and rust-proof.
With castor beans, it can be considered as filling part of the gap.
And castor, like tung oil, is something that can grow in the wild. It does not require special care, does not occupy farmland, and does not consume labor. It grows as it is planted.
It was simply prepared by nature for the big men who lacked the population.
With the establishment of Liangzhou and Longyou, as well as the maturity of large-scale livestock breeding technology and captive breeding technology, coupled with the paving of Cement No. 1, Dahan's transportation capacity will reach a higher level.
There will be more and more large-capacity four-wheeled vehicles.
As schools continue to appear in various places, the demand for ink will also increase.
The little tung oil produced in Nanzhong alone will obviously not be able to meet future demand.
Castor is harvested in the same year as it is planted, so planting is much more convenient than tung oil.
At this moment, Li Mu also arrived and saluted Feng Yong and Guan Ji:
“Mr. Jun, did you call me?”
Feng Yong nodded and said to her:
"This is castor bean, also called grass hemp. It is similar to the hemp used by the Han Dynasty. In the spring of next year, I will have people try to plant it in Hanzhong and Nanzhong."
“At that time, you should pay attention to this matter and see if the things grown can be woven into linen for clothing.”
Li Mu glanced at the castor beans in the box, with curiosity in his eyes.
However, she was able to restrain her curiosity very well, and unlike General Guan who wanted to test the poison with her own body, she quickly responded.
He also reminded Amei and Li Mu to be careful about the toxicity of castor beans.
Then he said to the flower garland: "What's next?"
Although she was a little bit jealous of King Feng Gui's character, she really had to be convinced by Young Master Hua's knowledge and methods of this person.
This grass and flax was indeed used to weave linen cloth in the Panyue Kingdom.
Although it is much rougher than the hemp silk made by the Han Dynasty, it is better than picking up the ground and no one has to worry about it. It can grow if it is thrown into the wild.
Unlike the big man who grows hemp and has farmers serving in the fields.
Although in recent years, the lives of the people in Nanzhong have become better.
However, there is no way to change the situation that there is little flat land in Nanzhong. It is not easy to grow grain, let alone grow linen and weave cloth.
Even in the plantations of various families, there are many people working shirtless in the fields in summer.
In winter, it is not uncommon for a family to often wear the same clothes.
If King Feng Gui really has a way to promote it in Nanzhong and let the naked people in Nanzhong wear clothes, it will be a great merit.
Hua Wan opened the second box with a somewhat complicated mood and took out a piece of white cloth about one foot long.
Before she could speak, Governor Feng rushed to the box, pushed her away, and took out a handful of white velvet things.
His eyes widened and he almost stuffed the thing into his eyes.
Then, with everyone's horrified eyes, he smelled it with his nose, and even put his mouth to it, bit off a little, and tasted it carefully...
“Feng…junhou, this, this can’t be eaten…”
Huawan reminded stammeringly.
After hearing Hua Wan's words, Guan Ji's face changed drastically. She rushed forward and slapped Feng Jishi's hand.
Then he grabbed Feng Jishi's chin with one hand and dug hard into his mouth with the other.
At the same time, his voice was so nervous that his voice changed, and his fingers were swiping back and forth in Feng Yong's mouth:
“Where’s the stuff? Where’s the stuff? Did you eat it?”
Feng Jishi rolled his eyes: "Ah, uh, uh..."
“Don’t move around, hurry up, spit it out!”
Feng Jishi desperately broke off the general's hand and let his head regain freedom. Then he said "bah bah bah" several times and glared at the suddenly crazy woman:
"What are you doing?"
“This food can’t be eaten, what are you doing?” Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong anxiously, “Do you feel uncomfortable?”
"I don't know if you can eat it?" Governor Feng stretched out his hand and pulled out a few white threads from his mouth, and spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva.
That's right, although it is a little different from the cotton of later generations, the color, the touch, and the feeling are definitely cotton.
“This thing cannot be eaten, but it is not poisonous.”
“Not poisonous?”
“Of course it’s not poisonous.”
Guan Ji looked at Huawan.
Huawan nodded: "It's indeed not poisonous."
General Guan Da then realized that he had overreacted and felt a little embarrassed.
“Is this cotton?”
“It’s Bai Diezi.”
“Also called cotton.”
"never heard of that."
“Now that you’ve heard it, call it cotton.”
Governor Feng picked up the cotton in the box with one hand and chuckled.
With wool, cotton, and glycerin, why am I still afraid of eggs in winter?
Little glacier?
What's going on with Little Glacier?
If you can’t go north across the Great Wall in winter, why don’t you also go east?