Chapter 286: Cornucopia
Thinking of this, Zhang Wen turned around suddenly, looked at Zhuge Liang, and asked, "The prime minister just said, is this wheat related to that young man?"
Zhuge Liang twirled his beard and smiled, "The north is mostly fertile, but even in good years, it is difficult to reach even two and a half stones. But here,"
He pointed to the wheat in front of him and said energetically, "Even in an ordinary year, if it is less than two and a half stones, it means the harvest is not good. It is all thanks to the farming method proposed by the young man."
Eight oxen plow cannot be hidden, nor can curved shaft plow be hidden.
Because two things need to be taken out and used. As long as you are careful, you can always know what these two things look like.
But knowing that these two things are the same thing, whether they can be promoted or not ultimately depends on the government.
As the prime minister in charge of the affairs of the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang naturally had his own political vision for the world.
The North has now formally established the law of nine-rank officials. It is impossible for the gentry families who have just gained power to tolerate things that threaten their privileges.
Even if the people in power in the northern Cao thieves wanted to promote this thing, they would be strongly opposed by the noble families.
Because this thing is calculated, you can reluctantly say that it belongs to farmers, but it is more likely to belong to workers, but it definitely does not belong to scholars.
As the top tier of gentry, peasants, industry and commerce, how could the gentry and aristocratic families recognize the things of peasants and workers?
If you admit it, don’t you have to give up part of the power you just acquired? Let farmers and workers climb up and be equal to them? This is absolutely not allowed.
Gongdu family, farming means to let others plow for you, not to let yourself work in the fields yourself. Reading means reading yourself, so that you can master the intellectual resources to enslave others.
Let farmers and workers climb up... Isn't this nonsense? Who will they enslave then?
As for Soochow, although the Cao thieves in the north did not win over the aristocratic family as openly and openly, in fact, who doesn’t know that the Sun family was able to gain a foothold in Jiangdong because they found ways to eliminate the grudge between the Jiangdong aristocratic family?
Besides, Feng Yong’s farming method is not just about using eight ox plows and curved shaft plows to produce so much food.
The so-called intensive farming, after intensive farming, don’t you still have to work carefully?
If he had not personally practiced this kind of menial work on the farm, who would have taken it seriously if it were someone else?
So it is only natural that Zhuge Liang can no longer hide his pride.
Food is the foundation of a country!
“The foreign minister has a request, please allow me to do so.”
Zhang Wen turned around, bowed deeply and saluted.
“I wonder what envoy Zhang wants?”
"Please, Prime Minister, allow the foreign minister to meet the young gentleman. If we can meet the young and talented man from Shu, Wen will have no regrets about this trip!"
Zhang Wen had been impressed by the people and things in Shu, and he thought to himself that everyone in the world called Kong Ming Wolong, and he really deserved his name. With him around, Sichuan is as peaceful as Mount Tai. This time when I returned to Wu, I met King Wu in person and tried my best to make good friends with Shu.
"In this matter," Zhuge Liang said apologetically, "I'm afraid that Envoy Zhang will not be able to do what he wants. When I was last year, I went to Hanzhong to collect the scenery, and I am not in Jincheng now."
“What a pity, what a pity!”
Zhang Wen sighed repeatedly.
The Dragon Boat Festival is here, which means the weather is getting hotter and hotter.
When the weather gets hotter, there are more mosquitoes.
At this time, there was already a mosquito net, called a curtain.
No matter how good the mosquito net is, one or two will always get in through some invisible gap every night.
Every morning when I wake up, I always find that there are one or two mosquitoes with red bellies hanging on the tent that is obviously empty of mosquitoes.
There was a "bang" sound, and the mosquito was full of blood and could not fly fast. It was slapped to death by Feng Yong who gritted his teeth, and then there was a small pool of blood and a corpse in his palm.
However, since he saw Guan Ji and Amei gathering mugwort for the Dragon Boat Festival, Feng Yong finally remembered how he should repel mosquitoes.
I remember that when I was a child, my family was poor and we didn’t have mosquito repellent incense. We used dried rice straws, wrapped them with dried mugwort, and tied them tightly into fist-sized pieces. Burn it little by little, and the smoke produced can repel mosquitoes.
Anyway, I'm a country bumpkin. I'm not a chemical engineer, so I don't know how to make mosquito coils, so I have to use homespun methods to repel mosquitoes. It's not a shame.
After repelling mosquitoes like this for several nights in a row, Feng Yong habitually looked around in the mosquito net every morning when he woke up. He found that there were no mosquitoes in the mosquito net, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Well, this should be a good day.
Amei cleaned up the remaining dust at the door, then came in with a washbasin. After serving Feng Yong and washing up, he asked, "Master, today is the Chongwu Festival. I want to eat some corn millet, my maid, so I can arrange it." .”
“Corn millet?” Feng Yong was startled, “What is it?”
During the Dragon Boat Festival, shouldn’t we eat zongzi?
By the way, Qu Yuan was from the Chu State, and wasn’t the Chu State in the south? Could it be that the legend is a lie? There are no zongzi yet?
“Jiao millet is the name of the people here, and it is also called brown in some places. Lord…”
Amei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Don't you want to eat it?"
Eating corn millet during the Double Five Festival is a custom!
“Are there any brown seeds?”
Feng Yongxindao Sure enough, the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to China!
“Eat corn millet during the Double Five Festival, and naturally there will be brown.”
Although the name of Jiaomo was a bit strange, Feng Yong didn't pay attention and was drooling at the moment.
When I was a kid, my mother made zongzi and they were delicious. They were sticky but not sticky, fragrant and soft. Later, I left home and went to the north. I haven’t eaten them in many years.
And later even the New Year atmosphere faded, let alone the Dragon Boat Festival?
So later on, the further I got, the less interesting it became to celebrate the New Year.
Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, just buy two rice dumplings on the street for fun.
Feng Yongdu didn’t think much about the morning exercise that morning. After exercising in a hurry, he returned to the dining hall.
Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others had already sat down and were waiting for Feng Yong.
There are cooked millet porridge and rice dumplings on the table in front of everyone.
Feng Yong picked up a rice dumpling and looked at it. It was well wrapped and somewhat similar to the triangular rice dumpling sold on the street in later generations.
“Okay, let’s eat.”
Feng Yong couldn't wait to untie a rice dumpling, and saw that it was filled with millet. He suddenly realized that it was no wonder it was called Jiao Millet, and it actually lived up to its name.
A faint smell of herbal medicine drifted into Feng Yong's nostrils.
“Is this the smell of mugwort?”
Feng Yong asked hesitantly.
"Back to the Lord, it's right. This is called moxa-flavored corn millet. It is soaked in moxa leaves and then wrapped in rice, so it has the fragrance of moxa."
Amei replied.
Zhao Guang had already swallowed one in one gulp and praised, "Ms. Amei's cooking skills are really good. I used to eat these corn millet with a bitter taste, but it's not like the corn millet made by Madam Amei. Not only is it not bitter, , it actually still has a fragrance, it’s delicious!”
"The reason why the horn millet has a bitter taste is because the millet is soaked in ash juice and then wrapped in wild rice leaves. The horn millet made by my servant is soaked in water with mugwort leaves and then soaked in millet, so it does not have a bitter taste."
Amei explained.
Feng Yong took a bite. Well, maybe Amei used some method to make the millet sticky, and the faint aroma of ai also gave the brown rice an extra flavor.
Just why is there no stuffing?
Zongzi without fillings, isn’t it just white brown?
As a country person who is both a salty and sweet person, I am not even allowed to choose between salty and sweet. What a fool!
Without the argument between the salty party and the sweet party, it is meaningless!
(End of this chapter)