Chapter 17 Zhao Guang’s visit
"Okay, take a look at how I cook the food later, and then cook some pig food for me, and I will let you raise pigs!" Feng Yong waved his spoon to the fat cook who was squatting in front of the stove to light the fire. threatened.
The feeding ratio between roosters and hens is generally about one to ten. The housekeeper bought a lot of roosters this time. After raising them for a while, they finally gained some fat. It was just right to slaughter the extra roosters.
Feng Yong naturally does not need to do these tasks of killing the chicken, removing the feathers, removing the internal organs, and cutting it into suitable pieces. The only thing he has to do is stir-fry.
Thanks to the wisdom of the ancient people, the basic seasonings needed for stir-fry such as ginger, green onion, sauce, vinegar, etc. have already appeared, so that the taste of stir-fry will not be too bland.
Let the cook heat up the iron pot and put in the oil. There was a "squeak" sound and oil vapor came out of the pot. Feng Yong took a deep breath. The smell was so wonderful! It gave him the urge to burst into tears. How long had it been since he had smelled this smell?
Chicken is naturally tender. It would be better if you add some sugar when frying. However, at this time, there is probably only sugar in the world, and it is still inferior gray sugar, so Feng Yong will not force it. . As for today's China, there is also something called maltose, which is extremely expensive. There is no place to buy it. You can only see it in the homes of wealthy people, and you can't even hope for it.
When the first plate of fried chicken came out of the pot, Feng Yong sniffed and resisted the urge to reach out and pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.
The butler next to him has been twitching for a long time. If he makes any indecent moves again at this time, he will probably come up and smash the pot.
After frying three or four dishes in a row, Feng Yong couldn't hold back the greedy scratching in his stomach, dropped his spoon and ran away with the plate in his arms.
I am already very hungry!
"Wrong, I was wrong, all wrong..." The butler muttered with a dull look on his face as he looked at the master who was running away without any trace of formality.
“Uncle Zhao, what are you talking about?” Yaomei blinked her big eyes and asked cutely.
Butler Zhao waved his hand feebly, "Don't worry about me, go and serve the Lord for dinner."
The head of the house has made new food again, and it is extremely delicious. The butler expressed that he was happy and sad at the same time. He finally figured out that his master was definitely not an ordinary person. He was either a descendant of family tradition or a descendant of an elite, otherwise there was no way to explain his various behaviors.
Strange people are always a little different. Sometimes, in the eyes of ordinary people, being crazy is the most normal thing. It's a joy to follow strange people, but it's also a sad thing. The happy thing is that following a strange person can bring you glory. If you are lucky, you may ascend to heaven one day. The sad thing is that following a strange person requires a lot of endurance. Maybe one day you will become a crazy person in the eyes of others. The housekeeper feels that he Need to be quiet.
Zhao Guang arrived as promised. This time he came not driving an ox cart, but riding a big horse. Wearing an ocher round-neck robe, with a moon-white silk belt with hooks and thunder patterns around her waist, she is still as beautiful as a flower, ah, no, she is still as graceful as Yushu Linfeng.
Seeing that even the village woman with a waist as thick as a bucket on his farm had an affectionate look on his face, Feng Yong guessed that this guy had probably charmed countless young girls and women during his swagger across the street.
So reincarnation is a technical job! For someone like Zhao Guang, who not only inherited his father's perfect genes, but was also a second-generation official, and his father was the only general among the Five Tiger Generals who survived to this day, he was the only winner in life.
This is a very likable guy, not only handsome, but also very polite. Even when he handed the door-to-door gift in his hand to the butler, he still maintained a polite attitude - it was the gift that made Feng Yong feel a little surprised.
The door-to-door gift is a jar of wine and a load of pork weighing about five or six kilograms, most of which is fat.
At the Hongmen Banquet, which was considered the most exclusive banquet at the time, Xiang Yu once rewarded Fan Kuai with a half-cooked pig thigh. How can meat that can be served at the most luxurious state banquet be cheap meat? Fatty meat is called fat. In this era when there is generally no fat in the stomach, fattening is considered the most delicious thing.
Not to mention wine. In the early years when Liu Bei first entered Shu, it was illegal to even own wine-making tools, let alone make wine, which would require immediate beheading. Although it is not as exaggerated now as it used to be, the prohibition on alcohol has still not been relaxed.
Feng Yongyong likes drinking, and he doesn't like eating fatty meat, but this doesn't mean that he doesn't understand that what Zhao Guang brought is no longer an ordinary meeting gift.
“The courtesy is not too light. It seems that the visitor must ask for something?”
The words were said a bit rudely, and even the housekeeper on the side looked at him with some suspicion. Isn't the master sick again?
"I really want something. It's because the master has a valuable treasure, so I sincerely ask for it." Zhao Guang couldn't help being stunned when he heard Feng Yong's words, but he immediately realized that the people in the mountain gate always have a weird temper, which is understandable. .
The answer was very beautiful, but Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat. MMP, after all the calculations in the government, the only way to raise chickens that can be regarded as a valuable treasure is.
Could it be that the housekeeper was making too much noise collecting the chickens and ducks these days, and he was still being targeted after all? This does not mean that this method of raising chickens cannot be spread, but at least it must wait until he has made the first pot of gold, rather than spreading it now!
"I never thought that someone in this remote village could be so valuable in the eyes of Mr. Zhao? It's such an honor. Why don't you go to the middle road of the mansion to hear it?"
I have all the gifts in my hand, and I have given my greeting invitation early. Now that I have come to the door, I cannot push them out, so I have to welcome them to the house first and wait and see what happens.
“That’s no trouble!” Zhao Guang expressed joy, and he was already prepared to be embarrassed when he came this time. After all, in the eyes of the world, people in the hidden world are always aloof and unapproachable. They possess wisdom that is not available in the world, but they often look down on the world like ants. But he had no idea that the disciple of the master in front of him was not even a Han Dynasty person, he was just a country bumpkin wearing the skin of a Han Dynasty person.
Although he has been here for a long time, Feng Yong still knows nothing about the etiquette popular in the mainstream society of the Han Dynasty. Because the person he has always been able to come into contact with is the housekeeper who has the most experience. He has never even been to Jincheng. How much etiquette do you expect such a country bumpkin to know?
So according to Feng Yong's own understanding, when guests come, of course he wants to greet them to eat and drink. —Although this customer may not be the distinguished guest as imagined earlier, and may be a bad customer, but now he cannot notify the kitchen to change the menu temporarily, so he has to take out the dishes that were originally prepared to greet him.
Of course, the so-called drinking does not mean drinking. In the war years, especially in the ancient war years when grain output was particularly low, grain was one of the most important strategic materials. Using grain to make wine was a crime. The government would come to arrest people directly without even listening to an explanation.
So what Feng Yong invited the second generation of Zhao Guan to drink was soup, chicken soup. It can also be seen from this that Zhao Guang came to the door with a jar of wine, which was really a big gift.
"I have delicious food, but I have no wine to entertain guests. Do you mind if I use this wine to entertain Brother Zhao?" Feng Yong pointed to the wine jar carried by the butler.
Forget it, I don’t like drinking anyway, so I just do the whole show. I will warmly entertain you and treat you like a brother. You are embarrassed to make excessive demands, right?
"I really wish to, but I dare not invite you!" Zhao Guang's throat rolled up and down a few times, and he chuckled in a low voice, "I really dare not hide it, I haven't smelled the smell of wine for a long time! This wine was originally collected by an elder. , this time I still begged for a long time to get it as a door-to-door gift!"
Unexpectedly, he is a good drinker despite his young age.
Feng Yong pointed at Zhao Guang, wanting to say a few words, but then pointed at the wine jar. The two of them laughed at each other.
The age of looking at faces is not only in later generations, but also in ancient times. He knew clearly that Zhao Guang was deliberately trying to bring the two of them closer, but looking at that beautiful face, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
(End of this chapter)