Chapter 287 Corner millet

  Thinking of this, Zhang Wen suddenly turned his head, looked at Zhuge Liang, and asked, "The prime minister just said that this wheat is related to that young man?"

  Zhuge Liang smiled while twisting his beard, "The north is mostly a place with fertile soil, but even in a good year, it's hard to reach even two and a half stones. But here,"

  He pointed to the wheat in front of him again, and said vigorously, "Even if it is an ordinary year, if it is less than two and a half stones, it is considered a bad harvest. It is all thanks to the cultivation method offered by the young man."

  Ba Niuli can't hide, and neither can Qu Yuanli.

  Because the two things are to be used, as long as you have the heart, you can always know what the two look like.

   But knowing that these two things are the same thing, whether it can be promoted or not depends on the government in the end.

  As the prime minister in charge of the Han dynasty, Zhuge Liang naturally had his own political insight into the world.

   Now that the Ninth Rank Official Law has been formally established in the north, it is impossible for the noble families who have just gained power to tolerate things that threaten their privileges.

  Even if the rulers of the northern Cao bandits want to promote this thing, they will be strongly opposed by the gentry family.

  Because this thing is counted, you can barely say that it belongs to farmers, but it is more likely to belong to workers, but it certainly does not belong to scholars.

  As the aristocratic families who have always been advertised as the top-level scholars, farmers, businessmen, how can it be possible to recognize the things of farmers and workers?

  If you admit it, don't you have to give up part of the power you just got? Let farmers and workers climb up and sit on an equal footing with them? This is absolutely not allowed.

   Gengdu Shijia, plowing means letting others plow for you, not letting yourself go to the field to cultivate the land yourself. To read is to read by yourself, so that you can master intellectual resources and enslave others.

   Let Nong and Gong climb up... Isn't this nonsense? Who will they enslave by then?

  As for Soochow, although it is not as open and aboveboard as the northern Cao thief to win over the family, but in fact, who doesn't know that the Sun family was able to gain a firm foothold in Jiangdong because they found a way to eliminate the grievances of the Jiangdong family?

   Besides, Feng Yong's farming method is not only able to produce so much grain with the eight-ox plow and the Quyuan plow.

  The so-called intensive cultivation, after the intensive cultivation, don’t you still have to work hard?

  This kind of rough work on the farmland, if he hadn't done it himself, and replaced it with someone else, who would take it seriously?

  So Zhuge Liang no longer cared about concealing his complacency, it is only natural.

  Food is the foundation of a country!

   "The foreign minister has a request, please allow the prime minister."

  Zhang Wen turned around, bowed deeply and saluted.

   "I wonder what envoy Zhang is asking for?"

   "The prime minister, please allow the foreign minister to meet the young gentleman. If you can meet the young talent in Sichuan, Wen will have no regrets in this trip!"

  Zhang Wen has already been convinced by the people and things in Sichuan, and he thought, everyone said that Kong Ming is a crouching dragon, and he really deserves his name. With him, the middle of Shu is as safe as Mount Tai. This time, when I returned to Wu, I would present King Wu face to face, and try my best to make good friends with Shu.

   "This matter," Zhuge Liang said apologetically, "I'm afraid that envoy Zhang will not be able to fulfill his wish. When this son was last year old, he had already gone to Hanzhong to collect wind, and now he is not in Jincheng."

   "Sorry, so sorry!"

  Zhang Wen sighed again and again.

  Dragon Boat Festival is here, which means that the weather will get hotter and hotter.

  When the weather gets hotter, there are more mosquitoes.

   At this time, there is already a mosquito net, called the curtain.

  It’s just that no matter how good the mosquito net is, one or two will slip in through some invisible gap every night.

  When I wake up every morning, I always find that there are one or two more mosquitoes with red bellies hanging on the net that is obviously sleeping without mosquitoes.

   With a bang, the mosquito was full of blood and couldn't fly fast. It was slapped to death by Feng Yong, who was gnashing his teeth, and then there was a small pool of blood and a corpse in his palm.

  But since seeing Guan Ji and Amei picking wormwood to prepare for the Dragon Boat Festival, Feng Yong finally remembered how he should repel mosquitoes.

I remember when I was a child, my family was poor and there were no mosquito coils. I always took dried rice stalks, wrapped them with dried wormwood, and tied them tightly into a fist-sized handle. Burn little by little, and the smoke produced can repel mosquitoes.

  Especially before going to bed, be sure to light one at the door of the room, so that there will be much fewer mosquitoes at night.

  Anyway, I’m an earthworm, and I don’t study chemical engineering. I don’t know how to make mosquito coils, so I have to use local methods to repel mosquitoes, which is not shameful.

  After repelling mosquitoes in this way for several nights in a row, Feng Yong habitually looked around in the mosquito net every morning when he got up, and nodded in satisfaction when he found that there were no mosquitoes in the mosquito net.

   Well, it should be a good day.

Amei cleaned up the remaining ashes at the door, and then came in with a washbasin. After serving Feng Yong and washing up, she asked, "My lord, today is the Double Five Festival. My lord wants to eat a few horn millet, so my maid can arrange it." .”

   "Corn millet?" Feng Yong was startled, "What is it?"

  Dragon Boat Festival, shouldn’t people eat zongzi?

  In other words, this Qu Yuan is from the state of Chu, and isn't the state of Chu in the south? Is the legend a lie? Don't have any brownies yet?

   "Jiaoshu is what people here call it, and it is also called Zong in some places. Master..."

  Amei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

   It is a custom to eat horn millet on the Fifth Festival!

   "Is there a brownie?"

  Feng Yongxin said that the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to China!

   "Eating horn millet during the fifth festival, naturally there is brown."

  Although Jiao Mi’s name is a bit strange, Feng Yong didn’t care, and immediately drooled a little.

  When I was a child, my mother made Zongzi, which was delicious, sticky but not sticky, fragrant and soft. Later, I left home and went to the north. I haven’t eaten it for many years.

   And then even the atmosphere of Chinese New Year faded, let alone the Dragon Boat Festival?

  So the more I went to the back, the more I felt that Chinese New Year was meaningless.

  Dragon Boat Festival every year is just to buy two zongzi on the street for fun.

  Feng Yong didn't think much about the morning exercise that morning. After he hurriedly finished exercising, he returned to the dining hall.

  Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others have already sat down, waiting for Feng Yong.

  The table in front of each person is filled with cooked millet porridge and rice dumplings.

  Feng Yong picked up a palm and looked at it. It was wrapped quite well, and it was somewhat similar to the triangle palm sold on the street in the later generations.

   "Okay, let's eat."

  Feng Yong couldn't wait to untie a scorpion, and saw that there was millet inside, and he was a little surprised, no wonder it was called Jiao millet, but it lived up to its name.

  A faint smell of herbs floated into Feng Yong's nostrils.

   "Is this... the smell of wormwood?"

  Feng Yong asked hesitantly.

   "Master Hui, that's right. This is called Aixiangjiao millet. It is soaked in mugwort leaves and then wrapped in rice, so it has aixiang."

  Amei replied.

Zhao Guang had already swallowed one at a time, and praised, "Ms. Amei's cooking skills are good. I used to eat this cornstarch, but it always tasted bitter. It's not like the cornstarch made by Mrs. Amei, which not only has no bitter taste. , it still has a fragrance, delicious!"

   "The horned millet has a bitter taste because the millet is soaked in ash juice and then wrapped in wild leaf. The maidservant's horn millet uses mugwort leaves soaked in water before soaking the millet, so it will not have a bitter taste."

  Amei explained.

  Feng Yong took a bite, um, maybe Amei used some method to make the millet sticky, and the faint aroma of mugwort also gave the rice dumplings an extra flavor.

   Just why no stuffing?

   Zongzi without filling, isn’t it white brown?

  As a soil turtle who is both salty and sweet, I won’t even be allowed to choose between salty and sweet, what a mess!

   Without the dispute between salty party and sweet party, it is meaningless!

  (end of this chapter)