The dinner in the refugee camp is actually not that sumptuous.
Each of them got two yellow cones of food.
Wang Erniu had never seen this thing before. On the outside, it looked like a rounded triangle, as if it was made of sand and looked very granular.
Moreover, there is a round hole underneath this thing, which is hollow inside.
The person responsible for distributing food told them that this thing was called Wotou.
In addition, everyone also has a small plate of pickles.
And a bowl of broth. Although there is almost no piece of meat visible in the broth, only a little bit of oil floating here and there, but it still looks very delicious.
The number of pickles is not large. After all, in this era, salt was still a relatively valuable item controlled by the imperial court.
Looking at the thing called Wotou, Wang Erniu was a little curious for a moment.
Wang Erniu never thought that he would eat it casually the next day.
"Uncle, are you teasing us?"
I picked it up curiously and looked at it. As soon as I took it in my hand, I smelled the unique aroma of cereals.
The people who fled all had complicated expressions, and they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
In the morning, he also saw an unlucky guy who was caught by the city management and whipped ten times for peeing everywhere.
But even compared to the coarse corn porridge, Wang Erniu felt that it was much better than steamed buns.
After hearing his words, the fleeing people who had started to drool immediately began to feast without saying a word.
While they were fleeing, the most common thing they experienced was hunger, so this was what they were most afraid of.
For people like them, even grass roots and bark can be eaten, and the taste of pickles is much better than what they ate on the way to Datong Prefecture.
You have to go to a designated place to go to the toilet, and there are people called urban management who manage it.
Wang Erniu even had some hope that this kind of life could continue forever.
For people like Wang Erniu, taste is secondary.
After washing a pound of rice, only eight or nine taels are left.
Wang Erniu asked anxiously: "Uncle, please tell me how much food this thing can produce?"
When I was in the village, I would always step on something unclean accidentally.
Everyone also burst into good-natured laughter at the same time.
But the special thing about food is that no matter where it is grown, it takes more than one or two years to see the effect.
Although this request is quite strange.
After a few simple words, the official said: "I know you have been hungry for a long time, so I won't say more. Let's start dinner."
Besides, steamed buns are actually not that unpalatable. If they are freshly steamed and paired with some pickles, they are actually pretty good.
Fortunately, someone nearby handed them some broth, allowing them to calm down.
Datong Prefecture is located in the north of the Ming Dynasty. Most of the people here grow food, namely corn and millet.
But today’s farmers don’t have the same conditions as those of later generations.
Especially when paired with pickles, they found it even more delicious.
Now, these sufferings are finally over.
"Mom, we must grow this corn in the future. The yield per acre is more than a thousand kilograms, so we don't have to worry about going hungry again."
After drinking several mouthfuls of broth, Wang Erniu swallowed the last mouthful of steamed bun.
The official who had taken them to visit the refugee camp came again.
Although the steamed bun was about the size of a palm, it was not enough for people like them who had not had a full stomach for who knows how long.
"Then you can go to work and support yourselves."
Moreover, because there is no such excrement everywhere, the air in the refugee camp is always good, without the faint smell.
"You have been hungry for a long time. If you eat too much at once, your stomach will not be able to bear it."
The second inconvenience is that you can never drink raw water, you must boil it before drinking.
However, many people around him were in similar situations to him.
As for bugs and the like, just add meat.
Although this food is not that delicious, it makes Wang Ergou feel extremely happy because his stomach feels bloated.
This is the biggest waste for ordinary people.
Corn is also known as millet in later generations. If it is packed well, the taste will not be bad.
After living in the refugee camp for two days, Wang Erniu was extremely satisfied with everything here.
Not to mention the heavy losses, it also delayed the promotion of corn.
They are all farmers, and they are most interested in growing food.
Growing up, there were only a handful of days when he could eat so much.
Wow!
Several people who were still chewing slowly were so excited when they heard this output that they almost choked to death.
Because of this, to these people, this kind of pickles is no different from the big fish and meat that later generations would see.
As he spoke, the cafeteria man changed the topic and said mysteriously: "And I tell you, Mr. Zhou said, not only does this corn have a high yield, but it is also not particularly picky. Even if it is a low-grade field, the harvest will not be good."
Too much difference."
After all, with the price of salt in this era, people in the city are fine, but people in the countryside are reluctant to make pickles.
"Of course." The old man's nose was raised to the sky. If he didn't know better, he might think that he grew all the food.
"In the first two days, the refugee camp will provide you with free food. The reason for this is to allow you to recover your strength as soon as possible."
Wang Erniu raised his hand again: "Uncle, what kind of food is this thing called Wotou made of? It's so delicious. Why have I never eaten it before?"
Wang Erniu ate all the steamed bread in two mouthfuls, and then looked at others eagerly.
"Now these are just to fill your stomachs. Once you get used to them, you can eat them as long as you are full."
However, after eating it, I found that this food really didn't taste very good.
Seeing the appearance of these people, the old man in charge of serving food smiled and explained: "I know you are not full, but I don't dare to feed you too much now."
"Remember, no matter if you have any problems, you can come to me at any time. If you really have difficulties, the government will not ignore you."
It's a pity that no matter how hard he begged, the urban management officials were unmoved, they were simply heartless.
He was not polite and ate six steamed buns in one go before he stopped.
When he first felt hungry, he felt that the steamed buns were really delicious.
For a rough guy like him, he doesn't snore much less than others when sleeping.
It's just that if it's cooled down, it will be a bit hard to swallow.
When leaving the cafeteria, Wang Erniu and the others met another group of fleeing people who had been brought over by Datong officials to eat.
You can imagine how the rice made from the porridge cooked in this way will taste.
Fortunately, with this kind of food that is highly productive and does not require much land picking, they should not go hungry again in the future.
The guy who was caught urinating everywhere didn't scream much when he was whipped. When the city management didn't let him speak, he screamed like a slaughtered pig.
The cafeteria man stretched out a finger and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you, this corn can produce more than a thousand kilograms a year."
Although Zhu Han also developed a lot of high-yielding grain varieties, because the Ming Dynasty had just been founded and various things were complicated, the energy spent on promoting grain varieties was bound to be limited.
When mentioning food, everyone present's eyes lit up.
High-yielding grain varieties, with the support of the government, had already been promoted throughout the Ming Dynasty.
After some people finished eating the steamed buns, there were still some pickles left, and they didn't mind the saltiness. They grabbed the shredded pickles and put them into their mouths, closing their eyes and looking like they were enjoying it.
Whether it is corn or millet, if it is cleaned, some edible parts will naturally be washed away.
Wang Erniu and others didn't know that just a dozen days ago, this uncle was just like them, knowing nothing.
Moreover, these shortcomings are not considered shortcomings for Wang Erniu.
The urban management officials punished the man by depriving him of food for a day.
But in the refugee camp, he never encountered such a situation.
What’s sad is why this kind of high-yielding grain couldn’t come out sooner, and why when it was about to come out, there happened to be such a huge drought in their Datong Prefecture.
The cafeteria man rolled his eyes angrily: "Am I too free to tease you? Besides, the food thing is nonsense. Aren't I afraid of retribution?"
Instead of rushing to eat by himself, he quickly took the food and gave it to his mother.
During dinner in the evening, as the cafeteria man said, each person only has a small amount of pickles, but the steamed buns and broth are enough.
It's okay for farmers in places like Fucheng, but people in some remote mountain villages have yet to see high-yielding grain varieties.
In this place, no matter who you offend, you can't offend the urban management. These guys are simply inhumane.
Therefore, they usually pour it directly into the pot to cook porridge.
In this day and age, fine grinding is not possible. Coarse corn really tastes like eating sand, dry, astringent, and scratches the throat.
However, in the refugee camp, every once in a while, there is a place called the boiler room, which is manned by people around the clock every day.
It's not because they are lazy, it's because conditions don't allow it.
Seeing the dull expressions on their faces, Wang Ergou couldn't help but think of himself not long ago.
When all these people finished eating, the uncle urged: "After you finish eating, go back quickly and make room for others. You can come back in the evening and eat as much as you want. The steamed buns and broth are enough."
And for these people, steamed buns are indeed a supreme delicacy.
There are countless various toppings in this kind of rice. Pebbles and other ingredients are commonplace. You just need to pick them out.
"The yield of one thousand catties per mu is too exaggerated, isn't it? Zhao Laoshi, the man next door to us, is the best at taking care of the crops, and their land is good. In this way, the most they can produce in one year is more than six hundred catties.
Just like this, the county magistrate even made a special trip to see it and said what auspiciousness it was."
The cafeteria man rolled his eyes angrily: "It's good to have soup. What little bastard dares to be picky?"
We live in a newly built wooden house, which is clean and tidy. Except for the lack of sound insulation and you can often hear others talking and snoring, there are no other shortcomings at all.
They were just concentrating on listening to the old man telling them about the origin of Wo Tou.
"Uncle, I heard you say that the output of this thing is very high?"
No matter when you come, hot water is provided.
This scene also made Wang Erniu remember one thing.
After a pause, the uncle added: "However, even though the cornbread is sufficient, each person can only receive so much pickles. These are pickled with salt and are very valuable."
"But if someone dares to cheat, be lazy, or even do some evil things, the government will never tolerate it."
At this time, he finally understood what the cafeteria man said before.
The refugee camp now also provides food, with unlimited meals in the morning and evening, so that he can eat well every time.
Someone laughed and joked after hearing this: "Uncle, what kind of broth is this? Let alone meat, I didn't even see any meat residue."
"The grain used to make this steamed bun is called corn. I know you haven't heard of it, but this is a high-yielding crop specially developed by His Majesty the King of Ming Dynasty."
If it's just a whip, that's it. The most important thing is after being whipped.
If you just look at the way they eat, you might have the illusion that these steamed buns are all rare delicacies in the world.
As long as it fills your stomach, it's no big deal if it tastes bad.
Although they were not completely full, after eating real food, the energy and spirit of these fleeing people suddenly changed drastically.
Although there were many rules, after getting used to them, Wang Erniu suddenly felt that they seemed pretty good.
Hearing this, the uncle chuckled and said: "You are hungry now and think everything tastes delicious. When you are full later, you will know that the taste of this thing is not very good. But the biggest advantage of this thing is the quantity.
Great benefit.”
"In fact, our Datong Prefecture has already started trial planting in the past two years. If it hadn't been for this drought..."
The only thing he couldn't accept was that the rules here were too big.
"If we really have a thousand kilograms of yield per mu, wouldn't we not have to worry about starvation in the future?"
At this point, the old man shook his head and sighed, as if he was beating his chest: "If it hadn't been for a sudden severe drought, we would have started to promote corn here this year and next."
For a while, the only sounds that could be heard were the people swallowing and chewing.
Happy days are always short-lived. After two days, the refugee camp will no longer provide free food to them.
There is no problem if you want to eat, you can just work and feed yourself.
Almost no victims have any opinions on this.
In their view, it is only natural to use their own hands to earn food for themselves.
