Chapter 289 Nuomi
When making rice dumplings, glutinous rice is naturally the best.
“Sanniang, do you know where there is glutinous rice here in Nanxiang?”
“Brother, what do you want to make with glutinous rice?”
“Of course it’s used to make corn millet.”
After hearing this, Guan Ji shook her head and said with a smile, "Brother, why are you so determined to make this glutinous rice? This glutinous rice is a rare thing, and my little sister rarely sees it."
"Why?"
Feng Yongqi said, isn’t the south dominated by rice?
Guan Ji stared at Feng Yong for a long time, making him feel a little scared.
"Why does Sanniang think of me like this?"
"My little sister just feels a little strange. Since my brother is good at farming, how can he not know that the yield of glutinous rice per acre is extremely low, just over half a stone per acre. Usually only wealthy families can plant it, so how can ordinary people grow it? Such a thing?"
ah!
I am just an imbecile who has forgotten my roots!
I have always claimed to be a child from the countryside. When I was a child, my family farmed the land. In which year did I not only open a three-fifths of paddy fields on the edge of the land to grow glutinous rice?
The yield is low, and it is only used during the New Year and festivals. Who has enough time to grow glutinous rice all over the world?
“What do those wealthy families do?”
“I heard that glutinous rice can nourish the body and nourish stomach qi, so everyone who has land at home will plant some of it.”
Seeing Guan Ji still looking at him strangely, Feng Yong coughed dryly and explained, "I don't know much about that glutinous rice. I just ate rice dumplings made from glutinous rice in my school. I thought this glutinous rice was normal." The amount of rice is about the same.”
Guan Ji nodded, "It's rare in the world for me to have such knowledge at my age. This glutinous rice is a rare thing, so it's normal for me to not know what's going on."
How can rice dumplings that are not made from glutinous rice be considered authentic rice dumplings?
“Sanniang, the millet we usually eat is not that sticky. How come the millet made from millet is so sticky?”
Although it should be theoretically possible to use millet rice instead of glutinous rice, you must know the principle of why it becomes sticky.
Guan Ji's eyes widened again, and her expression finally showed a hint of worry.
She stretched out her hand, put it on Feng Yong's forehead and probed, but found nothing unusual. However, she still pulled Feng Yong to a chair with an anxious face and sat down, and then asked with concern, "Brother, are you okay?" What’s uncomfortable?”
“How can I feel uncomfortable?”
Feng Yong asked strangely.
Guan Ji said somewhat reproachfully, "Brother, you should eat more corn millet in the morning, so as to avoid evil spirits. If you didn't encounter evil spirits, how could you ask such a question?"
Why am I asking this question? If you don’t understand, I should ask!
Feng Yong looked at Guan Ji blankly.
Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Guan Ji asked in disbelief: "Brother, do you really don't know the difference between the two?"
I know shit!
In later generations, I have never grown millet, but I have eaten some.
The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Guan Ji suddenly made a "cheep" sound and smiled.
Then he laughed more and more and couldn't control himself anymore. In the end, he was lying on the table, his shoulders shaking non-stop.
That’s enough!
At any rate, I have farmed before. Didn’t I just ask about the crops in the north? What's there to laugh about? I'm from the South, and I don't understand that. Isn't that normal?
Feng Yongyong said with dissatisfaction, "Why did Sanniang get to this point?"
After hearing this, Guan Ji stretched out a hand and waved it. After a while, she raised her head again. It was obvious that she was suppressing a smile.
“Brother, I’m really sorry, my little sister couldn’t hold it back for a while.”
Guan Ji’s next explanation confirmed his thoughts.
"Brother, the yellow rice used to make millet and the millet we usually eat are both millet. But one is sticky and the other is non-sticky. Brother...but the dianong officer, how can he even do this? Don’t you understand?”
Isn’t that the difference between glutinous rice and japonica rice?
It’s very embarrassing.
Feng Tubie felt a fever on his face and said angrily, "I've never made corn millet, how do I know this?"
“But my brother just said that the corn millet made by Amei is not good and he has to make it himself.”
Guan Ji really didn't expect that her brother, who had always had the most wisdom, actually had such a side. When she saw Feng Yong's embarrassed look, she immediately reached out and held his hand.
She said softly, "Brother, don't worry about this. There is no omniscient and omnipotent person in this world. My younger sister always felt that my brother knew everything, which made people feel untrue."
“Unexpectedly, from today’s perspective, the elder brother is sometimes a little confused, but it actually makes the younger sister feel closer to him.”
"Hey!" Feng Yong was comforted by Guan Ji and explained, "I never said I knew everything. But I really know how to make these rice dumplings. Sanniang, are there any mung beans here?"
Guan Ji didn't expect that her brother would reach this point, and she still wanted to make zongzi. She was angry and funny at the moment, "I told you that my little sister doesn't mind that my brother doesn't understand this, so why does my brother still have to show off?"
Feng Tubie immediately became anxious, "Sanniang, I'm really not trying to be brave..."
“Without mung beans, red dates would be enough.”
Damn it, if you can’t be a salty party, can’t you even be a sweet party?
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong suspiciously, thinking, brother, could it be that he really knows how to do this?
In ancient times, as long as it was a bean, it was called Shu.
Shu is one of the five grains.
In the Han Dynasty, the name of beans spread, and beans at this time were also classified.
Soybeans are most commonly grown, and mung beans are also grown, but less frequently.
Fortunately, Huang Wudie, the richest man in Hanzhong, had enough land and planted some mung beans.
He also sent a message, saying that summer was about to begin, and he would send some mung beans to his brother to relieve the heat.
Zhao Guang and I have nothing to be polite about, so these mung beans have been confiscated without politeness in Feng Yong's heart.
“Brother, if you want to find Nuomi, you can ask the lady of the Li family.”
Guan Ji thought of someone, "The sixth house of the Li family is considered a wealthy family, and glutinous rice is usually used to replenish qi and nourish the stomach."
“It’s just that Sanniang didn’t say that we don’t grow enough glutinous rice to begin with? Jincheng is so far away from here, how could it be delivered here?”
Feng Yong, however, had no hope.
“Otherwise.” Guan Ji shook her head and smiled, “Brother, don’t forget what my little sister just said, this glutinous rice is used to nourish the stomach.”
“And if the Li family’s wife and Li family’s young master are respected by the clan, then their clan will definitely ask people to bring glutinous rice with them, just in case the climate and climate in Hanzhong are not suitable for them, and they can use glutinous rice to nourish their stomach qi.”
Huh? This seems to make sense!
I just don’t know if they have finished eating the glutinous rice?
To find the Li family, Li Qiu is of course the most suitable person. After all, they were a family hundreds of years ago.
Although I don’t know why Feng Yong suddenly wanted to use glutinous rice, Li Qiu, as a son of an aristocratic family, still knows that glutinous rice nourishes stomach qi.
He thought someone was going to use this thing, so he borrowed it without asking any questions.
Borrowing food is originally a very shameful thing, but Feng Tibi is an exception.
One feels confident when borrowing, and the other feels happy when being borrowed.
Li Mu even apologized to Li Qiu, saying that there was too little glutinous rice. If she was not in a hurry, she could ask her family to send an extra batch from Jincheng.
“Not a little, that’s enough.”
Feng Yong looked at the half-filled bag of glutinous rice and realized that he was just making some rice dumplings, so he shouldn’t use so much.
The mung beans that Aunt Huang gave him were gone, and Zhao Guang hurried over immediately.
(End of this chapter)