But it was at this time that Chi Songzi and a group of Qigong practitioners came here to continue discussing the "natural principles" with Yu Zai.
Yu Zai looked at them nervously.
Chisongzi comforted him and said: "Zai, a few of us had an in-depth discussion and exchange on the word 'fa' last time and roughly finalized its meaning..."
"Tell the important point!"
Mr. Yu Ganhe pushed away the red pine nuts and said straight to the point:
"Zai, are you dreaming? Are you dreaming about that old man Tianli!"
Yu Zai said: "No, there is nothing for the time being..."
Yu Ganhe was stunned for a moment, then looked at the stars in the sky, and immediately said to Yu Zai: "Zai, why don't you go to bed soon, you should be dreaming!"
At this time, Chi Songzi squeezed back and taunted: "What a joke, this dream can come true if you ask my apprentice to do it? You despicable foreign qigong master dares to ask my apprentice before me."
"What do you think of my apprentice? A heartless dreaming tree stump!"
After saying that, Chi Songzi turned to look at Yu Zai: "Zai, I know that this kind of dream is not something you can have casually, and your old man who is transformed into the spirit of heavenly principles is not just a casual old man, jumping out of the sky and the stars.
It is not within our understanding, so..."
"In order to enhance the depth of your dreams, several of our old friends discussed it. Zai, starting from today, we will teach you many principles of heaven and make you tired all the time. After learning the principles of heaven, the huge fatigue will make you fall into
The ethereal realm, that is to say..."
Yuzai's eyes widened.
This is a high-intensity cram school!
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In the mill, steam floats.
Xiaoman got up early and then went to check the dozen large tanks he was responsible for.
I had never been so enthusiastic when hunting before. Now the life in the Akafang clan can be said to be beyond Xiaoman's reach before. After eating the beautiful rice for the first time, Xiaoman discovered that,
It turns out that white rice rice eaten without rice husks can be so fragrant...
Among agricultural and sideline products, Xiaoman’s favorite is soy sauce.
This is simply the greatest invention in the world. Xiaoman likes soy sauce because he saw Zhang Hong dipping tofu in soy sauce.
There was a bumper harvest of Shuan last year, and under the land rotation system in the past few years, one or two batches of Shuan will be harvested basically every other season. Although, as the Akafang clan’s wizard said, the land in the south is less dense than the land in the north.
Land has a much lower yield for bean sprouts, but similarly, the demand in this era is not particularly large, so it is more than enough to produce some agricultural and sideline products.
Especially since I stopped making wine.
Yinglong drank, but did not steal the soy sauce. Yushu said that if the thief stole the wine and drank it, it would rain wine the next day. Xiaoman thought, if the thief stole the soy sauce, wouldn’t it rain soy sauce that day?
?
Wow, this is really a good thief. He never forgets the brewer while drinking wine, and his backhand is to benefit the society. He is simply a member of the Miyoshi tribe.
And Xiaoman also understood the reason why Zhang Hong wanted to enter the mill.
To "eat and drink for free" for the sake of "reasonableness".
"I'm working too, so how come I'm just free to eat and drink, and then talk about things at the farmer's market? I obviously taught them how to eat, why, you want to teach me how to eat!"
Zhang Hong quarreled with Xiaoman once. Xiaoman believed that he had a lofty ideal of becoming the village chief and should not argue with a foodie like Zhang Hong.
"The inside of the vat is venison paste. It needs to be left in the sun for fourteen days. The vat is sealed with a mud cloth..."
Xiaoman came to the big yard of the mill. The nineteen vats had been fermented. Xiaoman took out vats one by one. These were all good products for the farmers' market.
As for the instant version of meat sauce, if the cow dung accumulates, it will really not look good in the mill. Moreover, in the cow dung fertilizer fields now, there will be people who go to the cattle pens in the public fields to remove the manure in the morning, so the quick version of the meat sauce will not look good unless you raise it yourself.
Cow, you can fiddle with it yourself and eat it when you have nothing to do.
But there are not many cows in the whole south. Most of the cows belong to the Tong Hong family. Even if they give birth to calves, the number is not enough. The dung the cows pull, the cultivated land is still crying for food. When will it be your turn to come?
Use cow dung to roast meat.
Moreover, the Akagata family now also has treasures such as soy sauce and vinegar. The meat sauce developed by the mill has a great taste and is a well-known trademark of Yamano...
In addition to venison, there are also pork meat, etc. In short, except beef, everything can be sauced....
However, Xiaoman also heard that there is an elusive herd of bison in the south. It is said that they are being chased everywhere by a green-haired tiger, so it is very difficult to find them. However, recently, this herd of bison seems to have appeared in the tribal people's sight again.
, the relevant tribes have already set out to capture them.
In addition, I didn't see the green tiger.
Xiaoman opened the sauce jar, and when he reached the last one, he suddenly froze.
There were a few sunflower seeds inside. Xiaoman was stunned for a long time and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
These things seemed to have accidentally fallen from his arms when he was carrying a pile of vegetables to clean...
"It's over, it's over! How can we add these weird things to the making of meat sauce?"
Xiaoman was a little anxious. He took out the carrot and was in a daze, thinking about what to do. However, Zhang Hong suddenly appeared behind Xiaoman.
"If you don't bring me something delicious, will we still be friends?"
Zhang Hong saw some vegetables that had changed color in the vat, and exclaimed. He got two wooden picks out of nowhere, picked up the sunflower vegetables and ate them...
"Um?"
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It was around thirties again, and the mill brought a new batch of goods to be sold at the farmer's market.
The lid of the small clay pot was opened, and inside were piles of pickled pickles.
"What is this...Hey, aren't you Zhang Hong!"
When a stall owner saw this freeloader, Zhang Hong said, "Yes, it's me. Long time no see, everyone."
"Come on, come on, the new products from the mill are high quality and low price, and they are absolutely delicious!"
Everyone knew that Zhang Hong could eat, so someone immediately took a small clay pot. The palm-sized clay pot was made by Xiong Tao. As a fellow worker who had worked with Shun in making pottery, he was a master of fine pottery.
Making, Xiongtao is easy to make.
There is also a small seal underneath, which was stamped with a mold when the pottery was still clay.
"Tao Hua Craftsmanship."
Produced jointly by Xiong Tao and Yao Chonghua.
And this pickle was also named "Xiaoman Pickle".
So, when the day passed, the appearance of pickles instantly became popular throughout Shikiohara. Compared with the difficulty of making meat sauce, the raw materials for pickles are everywhere!
The farmer's market has once again set off a food craze. Last time it was tofu and fried bean curd, and this time it was pickles, and compared to tofu, pickles are obviously simpler to make!
The sky changes, and there are people coming along the road in the mountains and fields.
Pedestrians from afar came here with some of his goods, and pickles became a hot-selling product in the farmer's market. A customer from afar bought a jar out of curiosity. He looked through it and saw "Tao Hua Craftsmanship"
” and the logo of “Xiaoman Pickles”.
After he took the first bite, it was as if his spirit had been hit by the wind. The taste of salt and oil spread in his mouth. The taste of the dish and the power of the condiments were combined. Soon, a small jar as big as a palm came into being.
It was eaten, and after the distant businessman asked about the preservation time of the pickles, he immediately took action!
"Wealth is not a problem, please give me twenty clay pots!"
He found Akakata's stall, walked up to the front, waved his hand, and placed a large order!