The fat but not greasy braised pork is paired with fragrant rice. Every bite of meat and rice makes your mouth full of oil. It is so fragrant that the soup soaks into the rice. The rice mixed with the broth is more fragrant than the meat.
The people ate without raising their heads, wolfing down the food and even licking the bottom of the bowl clean.
Half a pig made four large pots of meat, and each person was given only a few small pieces. Everyone just tasted the meat, which was not satisfying at all, but some was better than none.
These people have not eaten meat for more than a year, and some even from poor families have never eaten meat at all. Not to mention that Jiang Miao's meat is incomparable to ordinary meat. It is really delicious and off the tongue.
"Brother, give me a piece of meat in your bowl..."
A skinny monkey-like man in the crowd licked his face and said to the man next to him. The man held the bowl and turned his back to him, with a wary look on his face as if this was not his brother but a thief who coveted his meat.
"Why should I divide you? Who made you eat so fast?"
Usually he would just share some rice soup, but he couldn't bear to share the meat. He didn't even have enough to eat. The man carefully picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. He chewed it in small bites and couldn't bear to swallow it. His mouth was filled with the smell of meat.
Delicious!
The thin monkey couldn't help but sip his saliva, squatting in front of him and watching him eat the meat with a green light in his eyes. The man felt nervous at the sight, fearing that he would snatch the meat from his bowl, so he chewed faster in his mouth unconsciously.
speed.
The same scene also appeared in the county government office. Li Biao finished his meal and looked eagerly at the other brothers' bowls, thinking about letting someone give him two more bites.
Although they, the officials, can eat one more bowl of rice than the common people, the amount of meat is limited. After finishing his own, Li Biao found that there were still more in other people's bowls. He was only half full and was thinking about it now.
other's.
"Shi Lei, you usually don't work as much as me, so you have to give me half of the meat in the bowl!"
He spoke so confidently that Shi Lei kicked him with a proud provocation on his face.
"Bah, Li Biao, you are shameless. If you want to eat meat, just say so. You also accuse me of not working. I am not responsible for the daily life of the people in this city. I leave early and come back late. What kind of work do I have to do less?
?If you want to share my flesh, just dream about it!"
As he spoke, Shi Lei ate the meat in the bowl. Li Biao's mouth was drooling, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Damn it, when will he be able to eat meat until he vomits? It doesn’t matter if he couldn’t eat it before. Now that he eats such delicious food and asks him to go back to drink porridge, isn’t it going to kill him?
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury. It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Not only Li Biao and others know about such a simple problem, Jiang Miao also knows it clearly, especially because it is delicious. She has been drinking clear soup for several months.
It's hard for her.
Jiang Miao finished the last bite of meat in the bowl, touched her belly and burped. The meat was so fragrant and delicious. It would be great if she could eat it every day, so she still had to work hard and make money!
"You all work hard. If you have money, you can eat all kinds of delicacies, let alone braised pork. Then all the food shops in the city will open, so that you can have meat to eat every day!"
Jiang Miao is not painting a pie, but the life in Zhenjiang Prefecture is getting better and better. Everyone has hope in their hearts and knows that Jiang Miao is telling the truth. Otherwise, they would have eaten meat twice in just a few months.
,Isn’t this the credit of Madam.
"Okay, we must work hard and strive to live a life of eating meat every day as soon as possible!"
A meal of meat cheered up the people of Zhenjiang Prefecture, and their enthusiasm for work was unprecedented. Who would want to eat tasteless white porridge when there is meat to eat?
It has rained intermittently twice in the past few months, and the crops in the fields have begun to grow with water. Jiang Miaozhong's corn, tomatoes and watermelons have all sprouted.
She dug out the tomato seedlings and replanted them. A small packet of seeds was planted on an acre of land. Jiang Miao looked at the green fields with hope in her eyes.
In a few months, she would be able to eat red, sour and sweet tomatoes. Jiang Miao swallowed unconsciously when she thought of tomatoes being used in cooking.
Hurry up and bear fruit, she can't wait any longer.
The watermelon seedlings and corn seedlings are growing well. These are Jiang Miao's favorites. She has to walk around the field every day to see how the seedlings are growing. She is afraid that she is not caring enough and will delay their growth. This may be
They are the only watermelon and corn seeds in the world, and she doesn't dare to take them lightly.
"Madam, are you in the fields again?"
The women next to them greeted Jiang Miao. They were standing next to each other. Jiang Miao came to the fields every day and became familiar with them. These women had a good impression of Jiang Miao.
As a county magistrate's wife who should be pampered and pampered, she goes to the field every day like them, and she has no airs at all. This is completely different from the official wives who used their power to oppress others in the past.
They are really lucky to have such a county magistrate's wife, not to mention that the meat cooked by the county magistrate's wife is so delicious. They have never tasted such delicious food in their lives, so they feel that they are getting closer to Jiang Miao.
"Well, come and see how the crops are growing."
Jiang Miao smiled and replied, and the women were flattered and kept praising her.
"The crops planted by Madam must be the best. The green leaves are much better than those in our fields..."
"That's right, Madam is very capable. Not only does she smoke incense and eat well, her crops are also better than ours!"
The good words from a group of people seemed to be free of charge. Jiang Miao blushed when they praised her for doing a good job in cooking. This kind of thing was just trying to do the same thing. Her ideas and skills were different from those of these women who had been farming for half their lives.
There's no way people can compare.
The vegetable seeds in the field next to it have all sprouted, and the sweet potatoes are growing even more happily. The leaves are lush, green, fresh, and tender, which makes Jiang Miao, who has not eaten vegetables for a long time, instantly become greedy.
Sweet potato leaves and sweet potato vines are good things. They are delicious stir-fried or steamed. Now is the time to eat them when the leaves are fresh and tender.
After Jiang Miao explained her thoughts, these women looked at the sweet potato seedlings in the field as if they were treasures.
"Madam, is this food really edible?"
It was their first time to plant this sweet potato. They didn’t know what it would grow into and what kind of fruit it would bear. They only knew that Master Shen said it was a high-yielding crop. Unexpectedly, not only could the fruit be eaten, but the leaves and vines could also be used for cooking.
, this is really a treasure.
"Well, you pinch all the tender ones and send them to the county government office, and let Shi Lei and the others cook them at noon."
"Okay!"
When they heard that there were vegetables to eat, the women became excited and went to the fields to pick sweet potato leaves one after another. However, some women had dissatisfied faces. This was a crop they planted themselves, and the sweet potato leaves were also theirs, so why should they give them to everyone to eat?
But she wasn't stupid enough to say that these dishes were requested by Madam by name. She didn't want to share them with everyone, but she had to give Madam face no matter what.
