Farmer of Shu Han

Zhao Guang naturally knew Feng Yong's craftsmanship.

In the beginning, 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?"

While gathering up the ground beans, Feng Yong 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.

Later, 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.

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

"After returning to Hanzhong in spring, my sister not only has to be busy with spring plowing, but now the court said that she can rent labor? My sister also wants to reclaim the land that was abandoned before, so she has no time to come here."

Well, rent labor...

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

It is said that a laborer in the imperial court rents a laborer for a month, and if he dies, he will have to pay a hundred dollars.

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

After a month, you can have a few thousand strings, and in a year, you can have tens of thousands of strings, and maybe a hundred thousand strings.

Old Demon Zhuge made money so easily.

There is also this textile 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 Juxian County to exchange something with the barbarians, but I still need to apply...

To this, 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 harvesting grain in Jincheng now, and he was using the asymmetry of information to entrap the aristocratic family in Shuzhong again. In the next spring, when the aristocratic family who sold grain to him realized it, he might be cursed by the villain own up.

In this situation, he had no other good way to go except to continue to hug the thigh of Old Demon Zhuge tightly.

So Feng Yongtubie still had to continue 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 familiar 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 eyes.

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 that Feng Yong had shaken the ointment 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.

What delicious food can a soil turtle that doesn't even have an iron pot make?

"What about the Zongye, is it ready?"

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

"Wash it, wash it."

Ah Mui answered quickly, and ran over with a small step to bring over the cooked and washed rice dumpling leaves.

After doing all the preparations 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.

Zongzi made from streaky pork is authentic, but good pork is rare when used.

These days, the pigsty is often connected with the hut.

The rice Tiangong 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 it keeps boarding on humans and pigs?

What's more, although the ancients have known for a long time that pigs are raised after castration, the meat is delicious and 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 castrated are prone to wound infection and death.

Therefore, the vast majority of 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 hogwash in the canteen.

It's 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's pretty good.

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

Meat is by far the best source of supplemental energy.

Even if they got swine fever and all died, it was just wasting some free manpower and hogwash, and there was not much loss.

Feng Yong put another layer of mung beans and millet on top of the venison, crossed the zong leaves and pinched them upright. Thin lines wrap it into an arch.

I put the wrapped rice dumplings in my hand and tossed them twice. Well, although the craftsmanship is a bit rusty, it is finally not wasted.

It is because the zongzi leaves are a little small, the zongzi wrapped are not as big as I remember.

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

Silly girl!

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

"Zongzi, I didn't say it must be that way. My kind of zongzi is the way of making 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, then looked at Amei again, "Did you see clearly?"

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

"Okay, you come."

After Ah Mei sat down, she imitated Feng Yong's appearance, put her legs together, spread rice dumplings, 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.

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

boring!

Feng Tubie still wanted to see how the rice leaked from Amei's bag, but he was disappointed.

He forgot that Amei is a genius.

How could a genius make the local turtle make fun of him?

At the moment, he had no choice but to curl his 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, Ah Mui 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.