Chapter 512 The Rise of Pig Industry
Feng Yong turned around and saw that it was Zhang Bao.
Zhang Bao was heard saying, "Since you can give An Guo an extra portion, I think you won't mind giving me an extra portion.
Why?
Guan Xing is my brother-in-law, you are my...cough!
Forget it, for Zhang Xingyi’s sake, just give it, it’s no big deal.
“Well, no problem, I will write two more copies, and then Zhang Junhou will also get one.”
“You are not a prince, but you have become a prince. Pay attention to your words and deeds.”
Guan Xing frowned and said, "Besides, Xingwu and I are brothers. Why do you need to be so hostile to Xingwu when you call me brother?"
Feng Yong started to sweat slightly on his forehead again. One is his brother-in-law and the other is the brother of his ex-girlfriend. And these two are good brothers. It seems that they are not good friends...
Zhang Bao seemed to see Feng Yong's thoughts, glanced at him, and expressed concern with his eyes.
Guan Xing coughed and said, "Nanxiang is your territory. If Si Niang goes there, people should pay attention to it, but don't let her suffer any injustice."
"No, no, no," Feng Yong wiped his forehead, "I have already sent the news to people, so they can watch it carefully."
You actually sent the news a long time ago?
Upon hearing this, Guan Xing glanced at Feng Yong meaningfully.
Zhang Bao also squinted over at the same time, with a strong sense of defensiveness in his eyes: What do you want to do?
What can I do? It's you who asked me to help you keep an eye on me. I told you that I had sent the news a long time ago and you look at me like this. What do you mean?
It’s so boring!
“Brothers, I’ll go and order the kitchen to cook first.”
Feng Yong really couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so he had no choice but to grease the soles of his feet.
Guan Xing and Zhang Bao looked at each other, but before they spoke, Feng Yong stepped back in embarrassment, "Well, brothers, what do you want to eat? I asked the cook to make some as well."
Sigh, a bunch of people outside called me brother. When I got back to the house, there were two more brothers, which was a bit uncomfortable.
Guan Xing pondered for a moment, "The pig's trotters that Sanniang brought home last time tasted good, very delicious, and chewy when eaten. There were several big ones, big pig's trotters."
"big…"
Feng Yong opened his mouth and groaned, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Zhang Bao was a little surprised and surprised when he heard that Guan Xing wanted to eat pig's trotters, "Is that thing edible?"
Guan Xing nodded, "You can't eat anything made by others, but this little... well, the one made by Feng's house is outstanding. If Sanniang hadn't said it was made with pig's trotters when we ate it for the first time, I would have I still don’t believe it.”
“Since Anguo said so, let me have a few too.” Zhang Bao nodded and said emphatically to Feng Yong, “Big pig’s hooves.”
Feng Yong:…
“Brothers, I am not a big pig’s hoof.”
Feng Yong said weakly and weakly.
Guan Xing glanced at Feng Yong worriedly, "Are you okay? Why are you talking nonsense?"
I wonder if His Majesty and the Queen suddenly came to Feng's house, which made this brother-in-law too nervous, causing the old illness to relapse?
“No one said you were a big pig’s hooves, they told you to be a big pig’s hooves.”
Zhang Bao also said something.
What the hell...
I don’t want to be a big pig’s hoof either!
Feng Yong glanced at the two innocent people with resentment and retreated in despair.
After a while, the aroma of food began to fill the house.
The food in the Feng Mansion has never disappointed anyone. Adou praised him after taking a bite at the banquet, and his chubby face looked even more round and happy because his mouth was full of food.
Especially fond of braised pork, my mouth is full of oil after eating it.
Even Zhang Xingcai, a woman, showed no sign of weakness. Not only did she wipe away the sweet and sour pork ribs on her case, but Feng Yong even saw on her face that she was still unfinished.
So he hurried down and asked someone to make a few more servings of each dish, thus satisfying the appetites of several people.
Before leaving, Adou packed up all the uneaten food at his house. Even Guan Xing wanted to keep two pig trotters and take them back to his house to eat slowly, but Adou took them away.
“Brother, don’t worry. Although the pig’s trotters are gone, there is still half a fan of pork in the kitchen. What else do you want to eat? I will ask the cook to make more later and have them delivered later.”
Feng Yong quietly comforted Guan Xing.
Meat at this time was still very precious to most people.
During the Han Dynasty, pork was not relegated to the lowly status it was in the Tang and Song Dynasties. On the contrary, its status was improved compared to the pre-Qin period.
There is a record in "Huainanzi" written by Liu An, a royal family member of the Western Han Dynasty: The husband's food is big and tall, and the pig is the top sacrifice. It is not the pig that can be better than the wild beast elk, but the gods eat it alone...
In other words, pork is the finest meat and is usually used to offer sacrifices to gods.
In the homes of large landowners, there are even dedicated pig farmers.
However, before Nanxiang began to raise pigs on a large scale, most people in the world raised pigs, which was called pig herding, that is, they drove the pigs to the wild to forage, just like herding cattle and sheep.
The pigs raised in this kind of herding style have extremely fierce personalities. Most people really can't be a pig butcher. At least being strong and powerful is a necessary condition.
After pigs are castrated, the pigs will become docile and will not jump over the fence, making them suitable for fattening.
With the maturity of castration technology in Nanxiang, the practice of raising pigs in houses became popular in Hanzhong.
Hanzhong's manor-style agriculture provides part of the food source for raising pigs, and part of it comes from pigweed in the wild. Some people even follow the example of Nanxiang and plant bamboo heads in large areas and use the stems and leaves as feed.
And the heads of the bamboo can be dug out from the ground and used as food for the slaves in the manor.
From this point of view, the Xu family originally planned to sell Nuan Tan to Feng Yong, but was finally thrown into the field by Feng Yong to cultivate the land. Mrs. Xu played a major role.
Solving the problem of feed sources, it is a matter of course that this method of raising pigs became popular, and it even began to spread to Jincheng.
Wu Ming, the leader in the castration industry today, is a well-known "sword" in Hanzhong. He leads his apprentices around the pig houses of various manors in Hanzhong all day long. Wherever he goes, pigs wailing and chickens and dogs jump.
Every time he attracts people to watch, he feels the envy and admiration in their eyes, which makes Wu Ming feel that his life has reached a climax and that his life has reached its peak.
Wu Ming is now one of the most popular people in Hanzhong among the stewards of various estates. Every time he helps castrate pigs and chickens for other families, his pockets will bulge.
With the rise of the pig industry, in addition to providing meat to various households, it also supplies a large amount of meat to the workshops, ranches and mines in Nanxiang, so that the meat supply in Nanxiang is finally no longer tight.
Especially in the mining field, it is hard work, with a lot of labor and a lot of calories that need to be supplemented.
If there is no meat supplement, the food consumed is staggering, and it may not provide enough calories.
Let Wu Ming take his apprentices to various pig farms to help with castration. First, he wanted his apprentices to accumulate more experience. Second, Feng Yong wanted to promote the pig industry as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, it was the first industry in Nanxiang’s education industry to achieve output effects.
Now some people have begun to think of ways to poach Wu Ming's apprentices, and the price paid is not low.
It is a pity that everyone underestimates the importance Feng Yong attaches to the education industry—the castration industry also falls within the scope of management of Nanxiang’s education circles.
In addition to the shackles that were tied to them overtly and covertly, Nanxiang was known as a place where demons danced, so it naturally had a special aspect compared to other places.
For example, Wu Ming has the status of an official subordinate to the Yizhou Diannong School, although it is a very small official title, and it is uncertain whether it can be regarded as an official position recognized by the imperial court.
But for the old people in Nanxiang who have just struggled to get over the food and clothing line, it is something they have been longing for for three lifetimes.
There is also a school where future generations can learn to read and write, which is enough for those Guizhou heads who have just turned over and become good students to stay here.
Not to mention the welfare of having no worries about food and clothing, and the bright future of the children and grandchildren.
How can this be given by other places that still treat them only as low-status craftsmen?
So Nanxiang Gongfang Ranch is still a place where the broad masses of people want to settle down.
Compared to other places in Hanzhong, Nanxiang at this time was like Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou in later generations, with a strong attraction.
With the massive influx of population, there will be abundant human resources, and Feng Yong can reserve talents more unscrupulously.
Now Fengzhuang already has a large pigsty, and there are even two castrations on the farm, both of whom were apprentices under Wu Ming and transferred from Nanxiang.
So there was no shortage of pork at the farm, so Feng Yong found an opportunity and quickly improved his brother-in-law's favorability.
After all, after I leave for Yuejun tomorrow, I have to rely on my brother-in-law to help take care of Zhuangzi.
“Today’s dishes are all served in two portions, one for Anguo’s house and one for mine. Especially the candied red meat, make more of it, it’s delicious!”
When Guan Xing heard Feng Yong's words, he thought that this guy was quite sensible, but before he could speak, someone suddenly came over and interrupted.
“Now this pork has lost its old smell and is much more delicious. You are even better at raising a pig than others. You are indeed a capable person.”
As Zhang Bao spoke, he chewed his mouth and seemed to be licking the foam between his teeth. He was a little dissatisfied, "You didn't treat the emperor well when he came, so you did just that little. Xiaoli is stingy. ! Not enough to eat...burp~"
Then he burped.
If he hadn't been able to beat him, Feng Yong would have really wanted to beat someone who was telling lies with his eyes open.
But thinking about Zhang Xingyi, it’s normal for Zhang Bao to dislike him.
Forget it, bear with it for now.
“Brother Zhang, that’s not called candied red meat, it’s called braised pork.”
Feng Yong first corrected Zhang Bao's mistake, and then said, "The ingredients at home are only enough to make one serving. If I want to make more, I have to buy ingredients in the city. It's already late now, I'm afraid it's too late."
When Adou and his wife ate, the entourage they brought with them was only Guan Xing and Zhang Bao who were qualified to follow them to the table. However, these four people kept the Feng Mansion's cook busy, and almost all the condiments in the kitchen were gone. .
Zhang Bao let out a "tsk" and said, "Tomorrow I will send someone a fat pig, and then you can ask someone to make some more. Is that okay?"
“I will go to Yuejun to take office tomorrow.”
Feng Yong glanced sideways at Zhang Bao.
Zhang Bao snorted and nodded at Feng Yong dissatisfiedly, "You are not kind. In the past, every time you got something good, you would send a copy to my house. Now you have changed..."
What the hell!
Feng Yong is ready to kill this Zhang Bao!
Which pot should not be opened?
You are still mentioning this in front of your brother-in-law, right?
"Ahem, Xingwu, tomorrow he will leave for Yuejuan. There are many things to do, so don't bother anymore. One portion is enough. Then you can have the food delivered to the Zhang family and let Aunt Zhang have a taste. taste."
Guan Xing finally spoke. The first half of the sentence was addressed to Zhang Bao, but the second half was directed to Feng Yong.
With a brother-in-law on one side and a brother on the other, the palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh, Guan Xing finally reconciled the mud and came up with a solution.
But Guan Xing was still unwilling to give in, and couldn't help but secretly pulled Feng Yong and whispered: "Tomorrow I will send someone to send some pig's trotters, and you will ask someone to help me make some big pig's trotters. Is this okay?"
Family families close to Feng Yong are now following the example of Hanzhong and raising some pigs in Zhuangzi outside Jincheng. However, the cooking techniques are still backward and far from the level of Feng Mansion.
“No problem, no problem.”
Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.
Of course, brother-in-law’s request must be fulfilled.
After all, although Guan Xing didn't like him at first, he didn't embarrass himself at all about marrying Guan Ji. This made Feng Yong feel that his brother-in-law was still a very good character.
Zhang Bao looked at it from the side and felt a little sour immediately.
When the driver walked onto the official road, he said, "This Feng Mingwen finally got closer to An Guo."
I wanted to send him a fat pig, but he refused.
An Guo wanted to send some pig trotters for him to make, and he readily agreed.
This difference between closeness and distance can be understood at a glance.
This was not the case before. I think back when woolen cloth first came out, Siniang was the first person in Jincheng to put on a woolen sweater.
Although Ming Li, like An Guo, disliked Feng Mingwen, Zhang Bao himself also knew that a man like Feng Yong was a rare husband.
Otherwise, why would Anguo say that Feng Mingwen is not good in this or that, but he has no intention of making things difficult for Sanniang's marriage?
What a pity, what a pity...
"Xingwu, how can a fat pig compare with a few pig's trotters? Those who don't know may think you are going to hold a big banquet. There are many things in his house in the past two days, so don't make any more trouble."
Guan Xing glanced at Zhang Bao angrily, "After he goes to Yuejun and takes office, and when things in this house are free, if you really want to eat, tell me then, and I will send a message to you. Come here. I can still speak a little to the Feng family."
This Feng Mansion is no different than before. It is now a prince's manor, so it is natural that someone will be in charge of it on weekdays.
Guan Ji is going to Yuejun with Feng Yong, so Guan Xing naturally has to take on the responsibility of helping to take care of the Feng Mansion.
The Feng Mansion is not prosperous, so there is nothing we can do about it.
The reason why the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was willing to show favoritism to Feng Yong and agreed to Guan Yinping to follow Feng Yong to Yuejun was not only because of Feng Yong's special situation, but also because Feng Yong was the only child and wanted Guan Yinping to give birth to an heir for the Feng family as soon as possible.
Not only the Feng family, but also the Guan family and the Zhang family, the situation was not much better, so Guan Xing and Zhang Bao shamelessly asked Feng Yong for the secret method of giving birth to a son.
“Yeah, I didn’t think of this level.”
When Zhang Bao heard Guan Xing's words, he was suddenly enlightened and slapped his thigh, "Anguo, you should be smarter."
Then he smacked his lips and asked in a low voice, "Anguo, I didn't expect this pork to be so delicious. Do you think we should let the village outside the city raise more pigs?"
Hearing this, Guan Xing nodded, "Xingwu and I thought of going together. After the method of raising pigs in Nanxiang was changed, the meat is much fatter than before."
“What’s more important is that raising pigs is much more convenient than before. You don’t have to worry about it at all. Compared with other meat, it can be regarded as easy to obtain.”
Both of them came from families of military commanders, and they knew that meat was an indispensable item during daily martial arts training.
Why should soldiers be rewarded and given as much meat as possible before a war? Isn't it just because of eating meat that I have the strength to fight?
It’s a pity that meat is still too rare in ordinary times, and most people simply cannot afford it.
Nowadays, the method of raising pigs in Nanxiang is much simpler than before. Just build a pig house at will and pen the pigs inside.
The Quyuan plow and the Eight-Niu plow have now been fully promoted in the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty has an abundance of food every year. If the family has more fields, they are willing to use some bran to feed the pigs.
Be more diligent and go to the wild to cut some pigweed. Not to mention there are too many, but you can still raise a few pigs.
Not to mention families with large fields.
Guan Xing couldn't help but be horrified when he thought of this. If this were to happen, wouldn't there be more and more people able to eat meat in the future? This can be considered a major event related to people's livelihood, right?
Couldn't this... have been planned by my brother-in-law a long time ago? Otherwise, according to the Nanxiang method of raising pigs, why would they not come out early or come out late, but only come out after the food is abundant?
And the abundance of food has a lot to do with him!
Then at this time, by chance, he also made malt sugar, and exquisite delicacies such as candied red meat and sweet and sour pork ribs made with malt sugar, which were not even available to the royal family, also appeared. In addition, Nanzhong's At the same time, sugarcane planting and sugar production became popular...
The sum of all these things gave Guan Xing the illusion of an interconnected and precise layout.
He turned his head and saw that Fengzhuang was bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. It looked quite resplendent. At the same time, there seemed to be an unfathomable feeling in the shadow.
(End of this chapter)