Looking at this plate of bright fruits, Zhang Jingxiu's eyes lit up, he straightened his slender waist and let out a soft cry: "Huh?"
Miss Zhang really knows this plant because she has it in her room.
She still remembered that this bright and beautiful plant was given to her by an aunt last spring. At that time, her aunt said that this rare plant was a potted plant brought as tribute from Southeast Asia.
Because the fruits produced by this kind of potted plant are very bright, after careful cultivation by the maid, more than a dozen pots have been cultivated.
This thing seems to be called persimmon.
"Is this food edible?"
Miss Zhang raised her head and looked over with suspicious eyes.
Shen Lie sat down across from her carelessly, picked up a tomato and stuffed it into his mouth. It burst with juice immediately after taking one bite.
Plump and juicy, sweet and sour.
This taste made Shen Lie feel that his colorful life in the first half of his life, the Beidiao era, was all back, so he opened his mouth.
He swallowed a tomato in a few mouthfuls, feeling the delicious fruit burst into sauce in his mouth, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
This taste...
Shen Lie feels that the tomatoes of this era seem to be much more sour than the varieties of later generations, but they are more flavorful when used in cooking.
Then Shen Lie picked up another tomato from the basin and tasted it slowly, with the sour taste blooming on the tip of his tongue.
The corners of Shen Lie's mouth raised slightly, revealing a pleasant smile. He never expected that the tomatoes he was longing for would be so easy to find.
Tian Hong and his men searched casually and found a large basin.
Only then did Shen Lie learn that in this era of the Ming Dynasty, many dignitaries and wealthy families had potted tomatoes in their homes.
But no one thought this thing could be eaten.
Gained more knowledge.
Shen Lie didn't know when tomatoes began to be eaten on a large scale. Anyway, people in the Ming Dynasty used them to make potted plants.
The large-scale consumption of tomatoes seems to have been in the Qing Dynasty...
So inadvertently, Shen Lie found another way to make a fortune.
He has repeatedly told Tian Hong to hire a few more people to try to plant a large number of tomatoes in Shenjiazhuang. Of course, Ming people are not stupid.
People in the Ming Dynasty did not eat tomatoes, probably not because no one had tasted them, but simply because they were too valuable.
Because tomatoes are so difficult to grow and their yields are pitifully low, who would be willing to stuff their mouths with a pot of high-value ornamental plants worth several hundred cents, or even a few taels of silver.
Seeing Shen Lie picking up the red persimmons in the basin and eating them one after another, Zhang Jingxiu was stunned. His red mouth opened slightly, as if he was looking at a devil.
Isn't this persimmon poisonous? Isn't he afraid of being poisoned and dying?
But seeing that there were not many tomatoes left in the pot, Zhang Jingxiu became a little hasty and reached out to grab the pot.
Then Miss Zhang also followed Shen Lie's example and started eating. As Miss Zhang took this bite, the tomatoes burst...
The sour juice burst out in the little mouth of the cherry, and it accidentally squirted out. I quickly wiped it with the back of my hand, and then began to chew and taste it carefully.
The taste is sour, sweet and a little bit overpowering.
Soon Miss Zhang couldn't stop eating. Under the stimulation of the sour taste, she felt as if every pore on her taste buds had been opened.
This is something she has never tasted before. Can a woman in her prime in this world resist this sweet and sour temptation?
Obviously not.
Seeing her eating happily and minding her own business, Shen Lie showed a bright smile and then narrowed his eyes.
Shen Lie began to think about cultivating tomatoes in large quantities.
At this time, he naturally thought of vegetable greenhouses, and even looked up some information and found that vegetable greenhouses really existed in ancient times.
The earliest "greenhouse cuisine" began in the Han Dynasty.
According to the "Book of Han? Xunli Biography", there were greenhouse vegetables in the capital of the Han Dynasty: "In the Taiguan Garden, winter onions, leeks, vegetables, and rutabagas were planted, covering the verandas, and burning fire day and night to grow when the weather was warm."
But not long after, greenhouse vegetables were impeached by a minister who summoned his loyal ministers, and they were forced to stop large-scale cultivation.
Zhao Xinchen believes that vegetables grown in winter are "unseasonable things that are harmful to people and should not be used as offerings."
In "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".
Sima Guang described the greenhouse planting method in the Han Dynasty this way: "The earthen chamber stores fire, makes the earthen chamber steam and nourish it, and forces it to mature."
During the Northern Wei Dynasty, the "greenhouse" was moved from the ground to the ground, and people began to use the method of burning fires in cellars to raise temperatures for off-season vegetable cultivation.
In the Tang Dynasty, "hot spring water" became a new "magic weapon" for greenhouse heating. People used hot spring water to create suitable temperatures to grow various off-season fruits and vegetables.
By the Ming and Ming dynasties, the technology of heated kang had already become popular.
Since the technology is readily available, why doesn't anyone grow vegetables in greenhouses? It's because the government doesn't allow them. The reason is very simple.
Growing out-of-season vegetables is hugely profitable. If farmers all over the country were to grow out-of-season vegetables, who would still grow grain? If no one was willing to grow grain, wouldn't something big happen?
Therefore, as a time traveler, blindly planting vegetables in greenhouses will only lead to one outcome: be confiscated by the government and then arrested and beheaded.
Of course, there are people in the court, except for those with backgrounds, such as...
Shen Lie's cheap shop.
At this time, Shen Lie looked at Miss Zhang who was eating tomatoes fiercely, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a smile, as if she saw a golden mountain waving towards him.
How can you grow vegetables without background? To put it bluntly, this is deceiving people and endangering food security, which is the most important thing for the imperial court.
This crime is worse than selling illegal salt!
Of course, if you are able to cover someone in the court, that would be another way of saying it.
Zhang Jingxiu quickly ate the remaining tomatoes, let out a lovely burp, and looked over eagerly.
The meaning on that bright little face was already obvious.
"Anymore?"
Shen Lie looked at the few drops of tomato juice stained on the corners of her fair mouth, and helplessly spread his hands, it was naturally gone.
Such precious potted plants are very expensive. He only bought one pot to test vegetables. If he really wants to plant tomatoes in large quantities, it will take at least a month or two.
Zhang Jingxiu pouted her mouth in disappointment, and her big black and white eyes turned around, as if she was thinking of the pots planted in her boudoir.
It would be a waste for her not to eat...
Shen Lie seemed to have read through her thoughts and couldn't help laughing. Just when he was about to make a few jokes, he suddenly became alert in his heart.
Stand up.
Looking out from the open window lattice, Shen Lie felt a sense of awe in his heart. At some point, a group of people came into the alley outside Dianyifang.
A group of handsome eunuchs and a few Dongchang men were holding knives and guarding a four-carrying gorgeous sedan and stopped outside the shop door.
Dozens of people crowded the quiet alley, and the fierce fan quickly stepped forward and surrounded the bargain shop.
Looking at the fans who were obviously masters of martial arts, their gleaming eyes and solemn and solemn aura rushed towards their faces.
Shen Lie couldn't help but his expression changed slightly.
During the conversation.
Then, under the protection of Fanzi, a majestic old man in his fifties or sixties came in with several handsome young people.
The waiter instinctively wanted to go up and say hello...
However, he was stopped by a muscular fan with his arm stretched out. When the fan opened his eyes, the waiter trembled in fright and suppressed his voice.