Chapter 291 Making Zongzi

   Zhao Guang naturally knew Feng Yong's craftsmanship.

  Thinking back then, half of the reason why he stayed at Feng Zhuang was because of Feng Zhuang'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 Huang Niangzi for a long time. I don't know how she is?"

  Feng Yong gathered up the ground beans and asked Zhao Guang who was working hard to grind the grinder.

  When Feng Yong and others were still in Nanzheng, Huang Wudie came to the camp twice before winter. But after the cold weather, he never saw her again.

  After Zhao Guang went to Yang'an Pass, she never appeared again.

   "My sister will go back to live in Jincheng every winter, after all, it is warmer than Hanzhong."

  Well, the life of a rich woman is indeed much happier than that of a soil turtle. In winter, you can find a warm place for cats to winter.

  Pushing a stone mill is not too easy for someone like Zhao Guang who has practiced martial arts all year round. I saw him pushing the millstone with one hand while talking to Feng Yong.

   "After returning to Hanzhong in Kaichun, my sister not only has to be busy with spring plowing, but now the court said that labor can be rented? My sister also wants to reclaim the land that was abandoned before, so she has never been free to come here."

  Well, rent labor...

  Hearing Zhao Guang say this, Feng Yong couldn't help sighing in his heart.

   I heard that the imperial court rents a laborer for one month, and pays a hundred dollars if he dies.

  Now there are at least a few thousand prisoners of war in Hanzhong, right?

   After a month, you can have thousands of coins, and after a year, you can get tens of thousands of coins, and maybe you can have hundreds of thousands of coins.

  Old Demon Zhuge made money so easily.

   There is also this weaving workshop, which takes some grain with the left hand to fool the barbarians, and throws the upturned wool to itself with the right hand, and takes half of the cloth.

  I want to go to Ju County to exchange something with the Hu people, and I still need to apply...

  Feng Tubie just wanted to say that it was really a foul for the referee to participate in the game!

It's just that he remembered that he was collecting grain in Jincheng now, and he was using the asymmetry of information to entrap the aristocratic family in Shuzhong again. In next spring, when the aristocratic family who sold grain to him realized it, he might be cursed by the villain own up.

  Under such circumstances, he had no other good options other than continuing to hug the thigh of Old Demon Zhuge tightly.

  So Feng Yongtubie still has to keep saying: rbq, rbq!

  Since rbq, let's continue with our little days.

   After Li Qiu found out that Feng Yong was going to cook for himself, he wanted to persuade him.

  But when he saw Zhao Guang willingly grinding, then looked at Guan Ji's accustomed appearance, and finally thought about his brother's previous rumors in Jincheng, he shut his mouth wisely.

  My elder brother is very different from ordinary people. He never cares about other people's opinions.

  After the mung beans are ground, soak them in water, wash them, and drain them.

   Then take out the millet soaked in warm water in advance, drain it, and mix it with ointment and salt.

   "Based on the ointment and salt my brother put in, I'm afraid there is no more delicious horn millet in the world."

  Guan Ji and Amei couldn't intervene, so they could only stay by and watch.

   Seeing Feng Yong shake the oil and salt in the millet evenly, Guan Ji said.

  I have money and eat delicious food, who can control me?

  Anyway, even the emperor these days, in Feng Yong's eyes, he is a bitch.

  How can a soil turtle that doesn’t even have an iron pan make something delicious?

   "Where's the Zongye, is it cooked?"

  Feng Yong asked Amei who was preparing to learn how to make zongzi.

   "It's done, it's done."

  Amei answered quickly, and ran over with small steps to bring over the cooked and washed zong leaves.

  After all the preparations are done in advance, you can make zongzi.

Keep your legs together, put a few zong leaves on the legs, scoop up a handful of rice and spread it on the zong leaves, draw a small groove with your fingers, then spread a layer of ground mung beans, and then put a piece of marinated rice of venison.

  The rice dumplings made from streaky pork are authentic, but good pork is the only thing you don’t like when you use it.

  The pigsty these days is often connected with the hut.

  The Yonedako pulled out by people fell directly into the pigsty for the pigs to eat...

too disgusting.

  How did pork tapeworm come about?

   Isn’t that how humans and pigs continue to board?

   In addition, although the ancients have long known the truth that pigs are raised after castration, the meat is delicious, and it is easy to gain weight.

  However, because the technology of the barrows is not up to standard, to be precise, the technology of wound disinfection is not up to standard, so the piglets that have been eunuchs are prone to wound infection and death.

  So most of the pigs these days have not been eunuched, and the meat on their bodies has a foul smell.

  For people in this era of frequent hunger, as long as it is meat, it is precious, and naturally there is no such high requirement.

  But for Feng Yong, is this kind of meat edible? 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 the swine water in the canteen.

   It is a good thing to be able to raise them, even if you don’t eat them yourself, but as a reward for those workers, that is pretty good.

   After all, the greater the labor intensity, the more caloric food support is needed.

   Meat is currently the best source of energy.

  Even if they got swine fever and all died, it was just a waste of manpower and water that cost nothing, and there was not much loss.

Feng Yong put a layer of mung beans and millet on top of the venison, crossed the zong leaves and pinched them upright. The thin wire wraps it into an arch.

  Put the wrapped zongzi in his hand and toss it twice. Well, although the craftsmanship is a bit rusty, it is not wasted at all.

  Because the zongzi leaves are a bit small, the zongzi wrapped are not as big as I remembered.

  Guan Ji looked at the zongzi in Feng Yong's hand, stretched out her hand to take a look, and said a little curiously, "Brother really made it? It's just that it looks different from the usual one?"

Silly girl!

   Sanniang who has never eaten salty rice dumplings is not a good Guan Ji.

   "Zongzi, I didn't say that it must be that way. My kind of zongzi is the way of making rice dumplings in the master's school."

   Feng Yong explained.

   "If it's the usual horn millet, you can add some dates to it, it will taste better. What's the point of eating millet alone?"

  Feng Yong said, and looked at Amei again, "Do you see clearly?"

  Amei nodded, "Back to the lord, you can give it a try."

   "Okay, you come."

   After Ah Mei sat down, imitating Feng Yong's appearance, put her legs together, spread zong leaves, put rice, mung beans, and venison...

   Well, the process is very simple, there is nothing to say about this.

  The difficulty lies in how to make the zongye wrap the rice tightly so that it does not leak out.

   After Ah Mei pinched a corner, it was probably the first time she was inexperienced. The millet inside was not sorted properly, and some leaked out, but this girl learned quickly, and there was no problem with the second corner.

   A zongzi quickly took shape in her hands.

   "Master..." Amei raised her head and glanced at Feng Yong, "Is this okay?"

   boring!

  Feng Tubie still wanted to see how Amei would leak rice after wrapping it, but he was disappointed.

  He forgot that Amei is a genius.

  How could a genius make the wood turtle laugh?

   At the moment, I had no choice but to curl my lips, pretending not to care and said, "It's okay, the next one will try to wrap it better."

   "Yes, my lord."

  When I was learning how to make zongzi, I was teased for a long time before I learned it. Unexpectedly, Amei learned it after reading it once.

   It's boring, it's really boring, the scumbag and the top student really don't belong to the same world.

  (end of this chapter)