Of course, 100,000 acres of it were fully cultivated, and intensive farming really only reached the estimated 500,000 acres.
This efficiency is extraordinary, and this year's grain production is guaranteed.
After completing the big work of spring plowing.
Song Yang decided that except for essential personnel, all other workers would have a five-day holiday.
Now that he can speak for himself, the May Day holiday must be implemented.
Because the farming work had just finished, Song Yang named this holiday Labor Day.
The first Labor Day in the history of Daqian was officially born.
During the May Day holiday, the wind is sunny and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
It's rare good weather.
Sister Tong Qian suggested going for an outing in Mount Lushan.
Shen Xiaowan strongly agreed.
Song Yang thought about it and found out that he had gotten a lot of rare ingredients from King Fangzhou a few days ago, which would be useful for picnics.
So I organized a picnic and outing myself.
We made an appointment with Ma Cheng's family; Fang Zhe and his wife Wan Qianxue; Gongsun Qi and his wife Bai Xiaohua; Wang Dabiao and his wife Liu Hongcai.
Seventh uncle Song Tong, father and daughter Song Ning; King Song Han of Fangzhou and his concubines.
As well as Yu Ming, Xu Lin, Song Chengwang, Song Lei and other sons of the Song family, and many single comrades...
After gathering early in the morning, everyone headed to Mount Lu in a mighty manner.
After last year's severe earthquake during the natural disaster, the scenery of Lushan Mountain was very different from previous years.
The mountain collectors visited the mountain many times and discovered several new places with good scenery.
Follow the path opened by the mountain collectors and arrive at an open place.
"Wow~"
From this location, you can see the Lushan Waterfall in the distance.
After the earthquake, the waterfalls were rerouted, and the current location is several miles away from the original viewing point.
When they arrived at the place, Yu Ming immediately took Song Chengwang and other young men to clear out the event venue.
Song Yang took Uncle Qi and King Fangzhou to set up the grill.
Gongsun Qi personally slaughtered a fat sheep that he had brought over.
Fang Zhe and others arranged the campsite, moved several small tables and tents from donkey carts and set up.
Everyone performed their duties, and even Ma Cheng's youngest son was busy delivering the rivets that fixed the tent to his father.
Soon, Gongsun Qi slaughtered the sheep, and the fine lamb legs were cut into small pieces under Song Yang's command.
If there is no tamarisk, I can only use iron sticks.
Tong Qian, Shen Xiaowan, Bai Xiaohua, Wan Qianxue and other family members sat around talking and laughing.
Wang Jinshi made some of these things a long time ago, but they were not used until today.
After the mutton skewers were threaded, Song Yang started to do it himself, transforming into a skewer boy.
The cumin, pepper and other ingredients were mixed and put in a small iron can. Song Yang took the skewers with one hand and sprinkled the ingredients with the other, making it look pretty.
Song Yang shouted, and Tong Qian and Shen Xiaowan giggled.
"My lord, did you invent the idea of cutting mutton into small pieces, threading it, and roasting it?"
Fang Zhe asked curiously, watching Song Yang fanning himself while flipping the mutton skewers.
"This is probably how the northern border people eat it. Some places in the north also eat it this way." Yu Ming said while cutting onions.
"Old Yu is right, the nomads in the north like to eat like this." Song Yang nodded.
Jiangzhou is located in the south, and mutton is mostly boiled or fried. Occasionally, there is roasted lamb, which is also roasted whole lamb.
Meat skewers are only popular in some northern areas.
The main reason is that there is no cumin in the south, and the kebabs are almost useless.
Song Yang wanted to eat skewers this time because of the surprise brought to him by King Fangzhou.
cumin.
The king of Fangzhou and Song Xi, the king of Ganzhou, were brothers. The king of Ganzhou was in charge of the east-west transportation route and had various rare condiments from the Western Regions.
King Fangzhou liked cumin, so Song Xi often sent him some.
When King Fangzhou came to Jiangzhou this time, he also brought some. He originally wanted to eat it himself.
That day King Fangzhou moved, Song Yang went to help and discovered cumin.
So Song Yang asked for some cumin, and today's barbecue game was created.
"I didn't expect this cumin to be used like this. I usually use it to stew meat."
Fangzhou King Song Han looked at the mutton skewers and swallowed his saliva.
He likes to eat cumin, but he doesn't know that it is used for barbecue.
"There's nothing wrong with stewing meat, but the effects are different depending on the method." Song Yang said with a smile.
"It'll be fine in a moment."
Song Yang looked at the greedy crowd who were just waiting for a circle and said.
"Lao Yu, have you chopped the onions? After cutting, mix it with the lamb chops. The lamb chops will be grilled later."
Song Yang asked Yu Ming while grilling skewers.
"Ahem!"
"Hiss!"
"Ah? Why are you crying, Mr. Yu?" Tong Qian was the first to notice.
"Remember something sad?" Shen Xiaowan guessed.
"Is it because I don't have a wife?" Wan Qianxue concluded.
"Your Majesty, this thing is too choking." Yu Ming said the truth...
"Hu Cong, that's it." King Fangzhou testified that Yu Ming did not lie...
Onions are commonly called shallots, but they are only found in the northern region.
There is basically no cultivation in the south.
He also came with King Fangzhou.
King Fangzhou came to see Governor Jiang this time, and what he brought the most was food...
In addition to the attribute of war, King Fangzhou actually also has the attribute of foodie.
This was very convenient for Song Yang, as he sent many varieties of vegetables from the north and the western regions.
Soon the first batch of meat skewers came out. Song Yang only ate one and shared the others.
One skewer per person, the food is not satisfying at all.
Unfortunately, the barbecue grill is too small.
Song Yang smacked his lips: "It tastes quite good, but it's a pity that it lacks chili powder. A little more chili will be perfect."
Song Yang likes spicy food, both in his previous life and in this life too.
It's a pity that chili peppers are still hidden in a corner of America. Now the only spiciness in Daqian is ginger, mustard and the like.
"What is chili pepper?" Fang Zhe captured useful information.
"A spicy spice, very delicious."
"Where is it? Can I ask someone to search for it?"
"It's far away! It's thousands of miles away. We have to sail there in the future."
"Sail a boat and travel thousands of miles away? Is it further than Nanyang?" Ma Cheng became interested.
"Well...it's definitely far away. Nanyang is just at the doorstep of our home." Song Yang nodded.
"Your Majesty, tell Zan, where is this place?"
The second round of skewers is on the stove, and Yu Ming's lamb chops are also ready.
Put the lamb chops on the rack and wait for a while to eat.
While Song Yang was grilling skewers, he told everyone about America.
There are high-yielding food crops with increasing yields per acre, as well as magical spices such as chili peppers.
Everyone was fascinated by what he said.
Except for the King of Fangzhou, no one doubted the truth of Song Yang's words, because Song Yang had never told lies in this regard.
Everyone has accepted Song Yang's erudition from the bottom of their hearts.
Although King Fangzhou sounded unbelievable, he also yearned for that distant place.
…
It is better to eat without meat than to drink without wine.
Now the meat is available, but the wine is almost gone.
Meat skewers were served one after another, and everyone chatted leisurely while holding the skewers.
Why don't you just take a sip of wine?
It's just that a large group of people shared a jar of rice wine, which made everyone reluctant to drink.
Last year, Jiangzhou's policy was to completely stop brewing wine and use grain for food.
Until now, after several major festivals and a Spring Festival, Jiangzhou's wine reserve has been nearly exhausted.
It's time to restart the brewery.
Song Yang didn't need to worry about this matter, it had been left to Fang Zhe to handle.
Originally there were no brewing masters in Jiangzhou, but among the refugees from Jiangbei there was a family who was originally a brewing clerk in Shucheng, and they were considered professionals.
Fang Zhe has already prepared a place for him, and he will be able to officially make wine in a while.
Last year's grain reserves were sufficient, and this year's spring plowing can be considered a success.
If there is any surplus grain, part of it can be used to make wine.
It can also purify some alcohol, which is used both medically and industrially.
"Uncle Wang...is this one almost ready? This one seems to be ready soon too!"
Song Yang's thoughts were pulled back by Song Chengwang.
The kid's saliva was already drooling down to his chin.
How could we go out for a picnic without this guy Song Chengwang?
Of course, the group of Song family disciples also came together.
"Here! Take it and share it!"
Song Yang curled his lips and grabbed a handful of meat skewers for him. Song Chengwang grabbed the meat skewers and ran away.
"Don't run! Hand over the meat skewers!" The group of children from the Old Song family immediately chased after him.
Song Chengwang hurriedly stuffed a bunch into his mouth.
"Sha~"
The corners of my mouth were so hot that smoke was coming out...
But the meat was reluctant to spit it out, and could only roll around in the mouth.
"These children!" Seventh Uncle Song Tong smiled and shook his head.
"Jian'er is still young, otherwise I would have brought him along." King Fangzhou also smiled and looked at the group of young men and said with a smile.
Song Jian is the youngest son of King Fangzhou. He is only four years old this year. He stayed in Fangzhou this time and was looked after by his concubine Li.
The king of Fangzhou had two sons. The eldest son died in a natural disaster, so now all hopes are on the younger son.
It has to be said that although the Song family royal family seems to have a lot of people, the total number of direct people is really small.
Just because the birth rate of the royal family is not high, a family of four or five children is considered too many.
At least it is far behind the old Zhu family of that era...
"Speaking of which, Ah Yang, you should also consider the issue of successor. Xiaoqian and Xiaowan are both good, why not give them a title early." Seventh Uncle Song Tong turned to Song Yang again.
These two girls are not famous now, and they don't actually affect anything.
"Um... Uncle Qi. Giving birth to a child is not just a matter of life." Song Yang curled his lips and said.
"Well! Work harder!" Uncle Qi nodded heavily.
"If it doesn't work, just charge a few more!" King Fangzhou on the side added...
Song Yang pursed his lips and smiled. This thing depends on fate.
It's not like he loves the same master every time.
After a whole day of madness, although there was not enough wine, there was enough meat. In addition to a lamb, several chickens were roasted.
The sweetness of the honey chicken wings completely impressed King Fangzhou.
He even said that he would immediately ask his entourage to learn how to make honey chicken wings from Song Yang, otherwise he would not be able to stay in Fangzhou safely in the future.
So delicious!
It’s simply inseparable!
After everyone had had enough wine and food, they went down the mountain. As soon as they returned to the city, Gongsun Mo sent Song Yang good news.
Glass has made breakthrough progress.
The workers in the glass workshop made a glass cup and a glass bowl this afternoon.