Chapter 18 Trading?
As a second-generation official, Zhao Guang is well-informed in terms of food and drink, and he often attends banquets in the palace.
It can be said that in the land of Shuhan, there are only a handful of dishes that I think I have never seen or eaten. But when the fat cook in the Feng family's weird white clothes brought the dishes, he found that he couldn't name any of them.
"This is called steamed fish." Seeing Zhao Guang sitting upright and trying not to show a strange expression, but not knowing how to take off his chopsticks, Feng Yong picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the soup under the fish, and gave a demonstration , "It's extremely delicious when eaten with dip."
“This is plain-cut chicken, dipped in the mixed sauce. It tastes very good.”
“This is called stuffed chicken nuggets. It can be eaten directly without dipping. This is a unique dish of the Feng family and cannot be found anywhere else. What do you think of the taste, brother Yiwen?”
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Zhao Guang looked at the delicacies on the table. He was amazed at first, and then felt a serious sense of frustration. The arrogance of this hidden mountain sect was indeed well-founded - even for an ordinary banquet, the delicious dishes were even more delicious than those in the palace. Nothing compares.
What’s ridiculous is that I still want to trade the world’s wealth and power with them. With their abilities, how can things in this world be attractive to them?
“Brother Yiwen, why is he suddenly depressed?” As a bitch’s bad taste, it is really interesting to see the ancient people looking like they have never seen the world. Of course, with some unknown thoughts in mind, Feng Yongyong couldn't help but asked strangely, "Could it be that this dish is not to Brother Yiwen's taste?"
You should eat quickly. If you don’t eat more, how can I have the nerve to seal your mouth later?
Zhao Guang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Brother Mingwen is serious! To be honest, I have never eaten such delicious food. To put it bluntly, although I have little knowledge, I have also eaten at the palace banquet. When it comes to delicious food, I'm afraid It’s not as good as the delicacies of your house.”
Then why do you look like you've eaten shit?
“Is that something on your mind?”
Zhao Guang took a deep breath, stood up as if he had made up his mind, and saluted directly to Feng Yong: "Thanks to the host's warm hospitality, I come here this time, but I have nothing else to ask for. There are some things that I would rather say if I don't say them first. , Even if it’s dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, I’m afraid I won’t be able to taste it!”
“I know, Brother Yiwen just said it at the door, but I don’t know what you want to ask for?”
He’s here, he’s here, but he’s only had a few bites of food. How should I say no?
“A few days ago, I saw the curved shaft plow made by Brother Mingwen. It is actually a sharp tool for farming. I want to find out how to make this thing, so that it can be promoted to the world and benefit the people..."
"no!"
Feng Yong refused before Zhao Guang finished speaking, and then he reacted later, "Wait a minute, what did you say? Plow? What plow?"
Isn’t it true that it still doesn’t work? It seems that the people in this hidden mountain sect are still just like the rumors, acting based on personal likes and dislikes, regardless of life and death in the world.
Zhao Guang smiled bitterly and said in despair, "Of course it is the curved shaft plow used by your servants when I met Brother Mingwen for the first time a few days ago. Compared with the plows used in the world, this plow takes half the effort and does more work." , if it can be generalized, it will be a blessing to the people of the world. I came here this time just to find out how to make this thing, but I don’t know how Brother Mingwen can give up his love?"
Although Zhao Guang was trying his best to hide his emotions, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his heart.
"The method of making this thing is extremely simple. Even an ordinary craftsman can easily make it by holding the actual object and thinking about it carefully. How can I deserve Brother Yiwen's solemn request for it?"
As long as you don't covet my chicken-raising skills, everything will be fine.
"Otherwise, this thing may be insignificant to Brother Mingwen, but to a big man, it is a precious thing. If this thing can be extended, wouldn't it be possible to cultivate twice as many fields by saving oxen and manpower? , doesn’t that mean we can get twice as much food?! In this case, why do the people worry about not having enough food? Why do the court worry about not having enough food? Why do the great Han people worry about not being able to revive?"
Who taught you mathematics? It doesn’t seem like it’s going well? Is the algorithm a bit too idealistic?
Feng Yong pondered for two seconds, and his rustic personality started to show up: "Since Brother Yiwen said so, wouldn't it be too unkind if I said no to you? But if you say this thing is so powerful, then I Shouldn’t it be of any benefit?”
Sure enough, are these secluded people all selfish?
"I wonder what Brother Feng wants? Whatever I have and whatever I can do, I can let Brother Feng take it!" Zhao Guang was almost moved by his impassioned attitude, and even his title changed from Brother Mingwen to Brother Feng. .
Damn it, I’m going to give it all today. If he hadn't been afraid of the mountain gate behind this guy and directly approached the farmer who made the Quyuan plow, why would he have done this?
You **** moved me!
"I want those hills behind Fengjiazhuang. I wonder if Brother Yiwen can do it?" Feng Yong was also very moved, but he was moved, but the benefits are still indispensable. So Feng Tibi tentatively made a request, and his fingers hidden under the table were trembling slightly.
Those were not the small hills that Feng Yong originally wanted to use to raise chickens, but the peaks behind the hills. At this time, the barren mountains were densely forested and had not suffered the kind of large-scale destruction that would have occurred in later generations. Except for a few woodcutters who occasionally went up to the mountains to cut firewood, there were almost no human activities on them.
There is a reason why Feng Yong wanted those hills. A few days ago, when the busy farming season was over and the farmers on the village had some free time, someone went up to the mountain to catch a few pheasants and exchanged them with the housekeeper for food. Now everyone on the farm knows that the owner is a good talker. Even if you catch a hare, you can exchange it for some food at the owner's house. A few pheasants can be exchanged for several days of rations.
Of course, the pheasant is not the point. The point is that Feng Yong happened to be passing by at that time and saw the branches tied to the pheasant's feet. It was broken off by a farmer from a tree on the mountain. It happened that Feng Yong happened to know him. This kind of branch.
“This is a tea tree!” Feng Yong said with emotion at that time.
That’s right, this is the tea tree.
As for why Feng Yong is so emotional? Of course there is a past.
At that time in 1996, someone invested in building a factory in the small county where Fengyong Village was located. This was considered a big event at the time.
Rumors spread all over the place that a tea factory was being built, and then suddenly people from various villages in the county went to the countryside to sell tea seeds. They also said that it takes three years to pick tea seeds after they are planted, while it only takes just three years to transplant tea seedlings. Tea leaves can be picked in one year, and farmers are encouraged to buy tea seedlings as much as possible - of course, tea seedlings are a bit more expensive, but they can also make money a year earlier, right? Look at that tea factory. It might be completed by some time. If you plant it this year, you can make money the year after. How much more money will you make than others if you make it one year earlier?
So that year, almost every household planted tea to a greater or lesser extent, and served them carefully like they were serving an uncle. Some of those who transplanted tea trees directly even spent money to buy a lot of tea seedlings because many tea trees died. replant.
I waited and waited. The next year, the government news was confirmed. It was indeed a tea factory, but it was not an ordinary tea factory. It was a jasmine tea factory that had nothing to do with the tea trees planted by the farmer brothers!
Jasmine tea factory of course uses jasmine flowers as raw materials. When regular government personnel took jasmine seeds to the countryside to promote them, they encountered unprecedented resistance. The farmer brothers suffered a huge loss. Who would dare to believe such a thing again?
I don’t care whether it’s jasmine or not, isn’t it the tea factory that makes the tea anyway? Why can't we collect tea leaves? Farmer uncles really can't understand. If they can't understand, they don't have clear ideas. If they don't have clear ideas, they have to find ways to clear them.
The scammer who tricked me into growing tea last year can’t be found, but aren’t there still a few locals who shouted for the scammer to recruit people? As a result, those locals were unlucky. Feces was thrown at the door every day, and rocks were smashed into the windows every night. In the end, no one dared to live in those houses anymore, and they were turned into haunted houses.
(End of this chapter)