Chapter 290 Making Zongzi
Zhao Guang naturally knows Feng Yong’s craftsmanship.
I think back then, half of the reason why he stayed in Fengzhuang was because of Fengzhuang’s food.
With Zhao Guang as a free labor force, Feng Yong was naturally not polite and asked Zhao Guang to help him grind mung beans on the spot.
“By the way, I haven’t seen Mrs. Huang for a long time. I wonder how she is doing?”
Feng Yong gathered the ground beans and asked Zhao Guang, who was working hard to grind them.
At that time, when Feng Yong and others were still in Nanzheng, Huang Wudie came to the camp twice before winter. But after it got cold, I never saw her again.
Later, after Zhao Guang went to Yang'an Pass, she never appeared again.
“My sister will go back to Jincheng every winter. After all, it’s warmer there than Hanzhong.”
Well, the life of a rich woman is indeed much happier than that of a country bumpkin. You can even find a warm place to live in winter.
The task of pushing a stone mill is not too easy for someone like Zhao Guang, who practices martial arts all year round. He was pushing the millstone with one hand while talking to Feng Yong.
"After my sister returned to Hanzhong in the spring, not only did she have to be busy with spring plowing, but now the court said that she could rent laborers. She also wanted to reclaim the land that had been abandoned before, so she never had time to come over."
Well, renting labor...
Hearing Zhao Guang say this, Feng Yong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
I heard that the imperial court rented a laborer one min per month, and if he died, he would have to pay one hundred min.
There are at least several thousand prisoners of war in Hanzhong now, right?
In one month, you can have a few thousand coins. After a year, tens of thousands of coins are nothing to worry about. Maybe you can have a hundred thousand coins.
Zhuge Laoyao makes money so easily.
There is also this textile workshop. He took some grain in his left hand to fool the barbarians. He threw the upside-down wool at himself with his right hand and took away half of the cloth.
I want to go to Ju County to exchange some things with the barbarians and I need to apply...
Feng Tubiao just wants to say this: the referee came off the field to participate in the game. It was really a foul!
But he remembered that he was harvesting grain in Jincheng now, and he was using the asymmetry of information to trap the Shuzhong aristocratic families again. In the spring of next year, when the aristocratic families who sold grain to him realized what they were doing, they would probably be cursed by villains. By myself.
In this case, he had no other good option except to continue to hold on to Zhuge Lao Yao's thigh.
So Feng Yong still has to continue to say: rbq, rbq!
Since rbq, let’s continue with our own little life.
After Li Qiu found out that Feng Yong was going to cook in person, he originally wanted to persuade him.
But when he saw Zhao Guang willingly pulling the strings, and then looked at Guan Ji's accustomed look at the side, and finally thought about the rumors about his brother in Jincheng, he wisely shut his mouth at that moment.
This brother of mine is very different from ordinary people. He never cares about other people's opinions.
After grinding the mung beans, soak them in water, wash them and drain them.
Then take out the millet that has been soaked in warm water in advance, drain it, and mix it with ointment and salt.
"With the oil and salt my brother put in, I'm afraid there won't be any more delicious corn millet in the world."
Guan Ji and Amei couldn't intervene and could only stay aside and watch.
When she saw Feng Yong shaking the oil and salt in the millet evenly, Guan Ji spoke.
I have money and good food, but who can control me?
In any case, even the emperor these days is a country bumpkin in Feng Yong's eyes.
What are the soil that can be made with iron pots?
“Where are the rice dumpling leaves, are they cooked?”
Feng Yong asked Amei, who was preparing to learn how to make rice dumplings.
“It’s washed, it’s washed.”
Amei answered quickly, ran over and brought over the cooked and washed rice dumpling leaves.
After all the preparations have been done in advance, you can make the rice dumplings.
Put your legs together, put a few pieces of rice dumpling leaves on your legs, scoop up a handful of rice and put it on the rice dumpling leaves, make a small groove with your fingers, then put a layer of ground mung beans on it, and put another piece of marinated rice on it. of venison.
Pig pens these days are often connected to the huts.
The rice fields that people pull out fall directly into the pig pen for the pigs to eat...
too disgusting.
Where did the pork tapeworm come from?
Isn’t this how it keeps circulating in humans and pigs?
Also, although the ancients have long known that pigs are raised after castration, the meat is delicious and easy to gain weight.
However, due to poor castration technology, or to be precise, poor wound disinfection technology, castrated piglets are prone to wound infection and death.
So most of the pigs these days have not been castrated, and the meat on their bodies has a filthy smell.
For people in this age who are often hungry, as long as it is meat, it is precious, so naturally they do not have such high requirements.
But for Feng Yong, can this kind of meat be eaten? So of course it is better to choose venison.
It was only after he had such a large textile workshop that he thought about building a pig farm and feeding the pigs with water from the canteen.
It’s a good thing to be able to raise them. Even if you don’t eat them, it’s still good as a reward for those workers.
After all, the greater the labor intensity, the more high-calorie food is needed to support it.
Meat is by far the best source of energy.
Even if everyone dies from swine fever, it is just a waste of free manpower and water, and there is not much loss.
Feng Yong placed another layer of mung beans and millet on top of the venison, crossed the rice dumpling leaves and bent them down, then pinched them and stood them up. He then arranged the millet inside and wrapped the rice dumpling leaves at the other end in the same way. Finally, he took out the rice dumpling leaves. Thin lines wrap it into an arch.
Put the wrapped rice dumplings in your hand and throw them twice. Well, although the skills are a bit rusty, they are not wasted at last.
Because the rice dumpling leaves are a little small, the rice dumplings made are not as big as I remember.
Guan Ji looked at the zongzi in Feng Yong's hand, reached out and took it over to look at it, and said curiously, "Brother, did you really make it? It's just that it looks different from usual ones?"
Silly girl!
Sanniang who has never eaten salty rice dumplings is not a good girl.
“Zongzi, I didn’t say it must be that way. My kind of rice dumplings are the best way to make rice dumplings in my sect.”
Feng Yong explained.
“If it’s the usual kind of millet, you can add some dates to it, and it will taste better. What’s the point of just eating millet?”
Feng Yong said and looked at Amei again, "Do you see clearly?"
Amei nodded, "Go back to the master, I can give it a try."
“Okay, come.”
After Amei sat down, she followed Feng Yong's example and put her legs together, spread out rice dumpling leaves, put rice, mung beans, and venison...
Well, the process is very simple, there is nothing much to say about this.
The difficulty lies in how to make the rice dumpling leaves wrap the rice tightly without leaking out.
After Amei pinched a corner, she probably had no experience doing it for the first time, so the millet inside was not sorted well and some leaked out. However, this girl learned quickly, and there was no problem with the second corner.
A rice dumpling soon took shape in her hands.
"Master..." Amei raised her head and glanced at Feng Yong, "Is this okay?"
It’s boring!
Feng Tibi also wanted to see how rice would leak out after Amei wrapped it, but he was disappointed.
He forgot that Amei was a genius.
How can a genius be made fun of by a rubbish?
At the moment, he could only curl his lips and pretend not to care and said, "It's not bad. I'll try to make it look better next time."
“Yes, my lord.”
When I was learning to make zongzi, I was teased for a long time before I learned it. Unexpectedly, Amei learned it after watching it once.
It's boring, it's really boring. The scumbag and the top student are really not from the same world.
(End of this chapter)