In the midst of busyness and planning, when Yu Zai laid out the general plan for the next ten years, the summer wind had quietly passed.
The sundial faces the sun, and its light gradually dims.
Dou refers to the southwest, the beginning of autumn.
Before the three volts are over, all things will be harvested.
Yu Ji's family was appointed as the host and guest of a tribe from far away. Yu Ji's shaman began to conduct a statistics on the identity of migrant workers. He called Beizheng of their village to collect statistics on public fields and several construction sites.
Survey areas such as the Upper Mill.
"Report what tribe you each come from, what position you hold within the tribe, what profession you are good at... You should understand, that is, what jobs you have done in the past... Yes, hunting, bird training, etc.
Calculate...."
"We need talents like you here."
"If you were asked to do your old job, would you be willing?"
Yu Ji's wizard said this. After investigation and statistics, he found that many people were unwilling to re-engage in their past jobs, especially Xiaoman and his gang of mill workers.
The past days were really boring. Hunting was just that kind of thing. From Xiaoman's perspective, it was not as interesting as studying how to make delicious food in the mill every day.
What's more, they also took this opportunity to create a lot of their own patented "products". Of course, most of them are not as amazing as pickles and carrot cakes, and some are even dark dishes.
According to this statistics, Yu Ji's wizard was unexpectedly lucky enough to taste the newest, most unexpected and popular one among them.
One day later, the reputation of "rotten tofu" immediately spread from the mill. Yu Ji's wizard told everyone about it, and was very surprised that this new food was actually the dry tofu.
Invented by man.
Azui, a Ganyue person, is also the only Ganyue person among all the tribesmen from the southeast who joins the mill work.
As we all know, the living habits of the Ganyue people are actually not very clean... In the eyes of the southeastern people, they all belong to the ranks of primitive people. Maybe all aspects of production technology, living habits, and even life knowledge are far inferior to those of the southwestern people.
, let alone facing the southerners, it is simply as magical as the dialogue between figures from the Early Paleolithic Age and people from the First Dynasty of Ancient Egypt.
A chicken talks to a duck, a dragon talks to a snake.
When I heard that there was something new in the mill, it was natural for someone to ask about it. Nongzheng was now in charge of the shaman of the Tiler Ya family in the mountains and fields. Baili Mao came here and heard that the mill produced good things. He himself also sent out
He brought some people from the Toruya clan back to the Akakata clan.
When helping the Akafang family to build their home, the Tierya family did their best, so most of the people who came back this time were those who had been to the Akafang family before.
Of course, the people of the Akagata clan are very welcoming. It is really like one family does not speak the same language as the other.
Of course, when he saw the tall Ganyue man in front of him with a sharp rooster head and tattoos of snakes and grasshoppers on his body, even though the wizard of the Tiler Ya family already felt that his psychology was strong enough, he was still too shocked to say anything.
Words come.
"This...this...your Excellency looks really tall and mighty, and his image is also eclectic, wild and unrestrained, but...a little bit sloppy..."
The wizard of the Tier Ya family held back for a long time before having a normal conversation with this Ganyue man. But soon, when he saw the rotten tofu, the wizard of the Tier Ya family took a bite, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
When Ah Zhui saw that he had finally achieved something here, he looked proud and danced proudly. At the same time, he told the wizard of the Tianya clan that this was his secret formula...
When these words came out, the face of the wizard of the Tier Ya clan suddenly tightened.
What's the secret formula? Is it booger...
Fortunately, Ah Zhui is indeed a civilized person among Ganyue people. He can't make things like booger rice. The so-called secret formula is wine.
"Actually, at first, I cut the tofu and put it aside, and then I forgot to collect it..."
Ah Zhui said that rotten tofu was the product of his carelessness at the beginning, and he almost caused the loss of a basket of tofu to the mill. However, when he thought about it, the tofu had already grown a layer of white hair. He first
First, I washed it off with water to see if I could eat it. Then I heard that Mr. Wu Pan came to the mill to popularize science and said that wiping the area with wine can reduce the probability of getting sick, so...
"So I threw the hairy tofu into a wine bowl and washed it again, trying to let the wine seep into the tofu. You see, when it rained, the rainwater seeped into the mud, and the tofu and mud
Is it just as soft? Then I kept it for a few days, took it out and ate a piece, and it tasted a little strange..."
"Then I kept it for a few more days, and the taste was different every time. Then I made it twice more..."
Ah Zhui's behavior started a month ago, and what Shaman Heya tasted this time was the product of his third experiment.
The wizard of the Tierya family took this jar of fermented bean curd to Mr. Wu Pan and wanted to ask if this agricultural and sideline product was qualified. After all, it would not be good if he had diarrhea. No one had died of diarrhea in the past.
Although Ah Zhui said that he did not have diarrhea, people around him reportedly had diarrhea.
Of course, Mr. Wu Pan took a bite and then another piece.
He looked serious and said to the person next to him: "Yan Tu, Shan Bo, come and have a taste."
Yutu came over and took a bite, looking serious. Shanbo came over, waved his roots, and slapped a piece of fermented bean curd on his "feet".
Then just stand like this, waiting for your body to actively absorb it, and then you can taste the delicious food...
Soon, the small jar was finished. The wizard of the Tierya family looked at Wu Pan blankly: "Old Master, how are you doing?"
Wu Pan suddenly woke up from a dream: "Ah? Oh, it's quite delicious. Is there any more?"
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A few days later, when Yu Zai handed over the ten-year plan to the other two leaders, he heard about this and the latest batch of fermented bean curd was being made.
"I heard that Ah Chai has become the fourth 'Hongzhou native' in the mill..."
Yu Ji's rewards for migrant workers, in order to make them have a sense of belonging to the original tribal alliance, specifically stated three points. The first point is to have worked for three years, and the second point is to have special performance in active work.
The third point is to make outstanding contributions to the South, including increasing food production, manufacturing agricultural and sideline products, building equipment, and even discovering new wilderness or land, etc...
Those who reach any of the three points can receive rewards, and those who make outstanding contributions can be invited to join the "Hongzhou Alliance".
The three chiefs gathered together, and Ruzai seriously handed over the blueprint of the ten-year plan to the other two people. The great wizard of the Xunshan clan and Yinglong had both seen the plan.
"Great flood control city, investment in food production, development of cultivated land, salt and iron, textiles and porcelain..."
Yu Zai told the other two about the changes in the heaven and earth that he had "sneaked", and Yinglong echoed: "Recently, the heaven and earth have indeed gradually become warmer. The last great flood, Dajiang was not bad here.
Yes, the three rivers in the Shu region have already flooded the great Shu into a state of Ze, and people and fish and turtles swim together. In the Central Plains, the rivers and Huaihe rivers rush into the mountains, and they are routed thousands of miles away..."
After receiving the approval of Yinglong, the ancient rain master, the great wizard of the Xunshan clan couldn't help but sigh. The ancestors seemed to have no status in the starry sky. How could there be so many people here? The world was still causing trouble.
In short, since the ancestors have nothing to do, then the descendants can only take it on their own.
"As for textiles, we should be in line with the Central Plains. We can't live wrapped in animal skins all the time. Since the goal is to surpass Lingshan and Duguang, we must at least first bring the people of Hongzhou up to the living standards of the people of Taotang.
..."
Ying Long said: "The land of Tao and Tang Dynasties continues the legacy of Gao Yang and Gao Xin, and the rule of the three kings. Two hundred years of achievements, do you think it can be surpassed in ten years?"
Yu Zai said: "You have to give it a try. If you can't even surpass Tao Tang, how can you surpass Lingshan?"
"And porcelain..."
Yu Zai thought about this problem. The south is located in a land surrounded by mountains. Crossing the Daze is the southeast region, and it is a very long journey from the southeast region to the southeast coast.
But this is a trade route.
In primitive times, various tribes had great demand for pottery. Just like washbasins, glasses, and pottery in later generations, pottery is easily damaged, which means they must be constantly replaced.
But with the advent of porcelain, although porcelain is not much stronger than pottery, it does not leak! And most importantly, it looks good!
At least it's much prettier than pottery. Of course, if you take Yao Chonghua out and ask him to make black eggshell pottery, he won't be competitive enough. But there is no second set of eggshell pottery technology in the world, and there is no second Yao Chonghua in the world!
Yuanzai had had a careful conversation with Xiongtao a long time ago, and before Yuanzai was about to break his leg, Xiongtao had already revealed some of Chonghua's situation in a discerning manner.
The technique of making pottery was indeed improved by Chonghua with the Kongsang family, but Xiongtao also knew that Chonghua had a unique skill.
This is of course understandable, because when Chonghua helped the Kongsang clan improve their pottery, it was not for nothing, and if I tell you all the unique skills, your big workshop’s daily production is more than a hundred times that of mine.
Chonghua said can this business still be done?
Of course you have to keep it safe!
As for why we didn't ask Xiang...everyone knows.
The three chiefs sat on tree stumps near the oil mill in Gongtian and sorted out the plans for the south in the next ten years. Yinglong also felt again that there was something extraordinary about the young man in front of him.
He couldn't help but be filled with emotion:
"When you are young and autumn, you have two bowls of fine wine; when the west wind comes, you can eat fruits, rice and fish; when you are full of energy, you can talk about rivers, mountains and mulberry trees."
"What will this land look like in ten years?"
It's great to be able to wake up in this era and personally watch the rise of a new powerful tribal alliance, and this tribal alliance is different from all previous tribal alliances...
As for the differences between Yan and Huang, Yinglong really hasn't thought about this matter.
After all, what he followed was the world-famous light arrow target who claimed to be the right way, not his nephews and descendants. To put it this way, once Huangdi gave birth to Shaohao and Changyi, and Changyi's son was a Korean
With Zhuanxu, Zhuanxu took away the world from his uncle Shaohao, so what should we say about this?
Although Shaohao was dead at that time, Kang Hui, the leader of the Gonggong clan, rebelled, and Zhuanxu considered himself the orthodox successor, Shaohao's descendants were not dead.
These things cannot be separated, otherwise they will become chaotic. Yinglong doesn't care about the descendants of Huangdi. After all, he has twenty-five sons!