The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1294 Jiaozhou Pepper Plantation Ushered in the First Harvest

The glutinous sorghum here will be fermented into a world-renowned fine wine.

Now I'm here, and with a slap, the sorghum in this area is Lao Tzu's. Gee...

Cheng Chubi felt that his current aura was absolutely arrogant to the extreme.

No matter which tartone owner is in later generations, even the boss of Moutai Distillery will not dare to do this.

But soon, the reality gave Cheng Saburo a heavy blow, and Cheng Saburo soon saw the old farmer who had been heavily paid.

A veteran driver who has been professionally planting sorghum for more than 30 years, this old northern man in his early fifties paid a salute to Cheng Chubi first.

Hearing that Cheng Saburo was asking about the sorghum, the old man surnamed Wu looked at the sorghum road here with disgust.

"Official Cheng, I am not an old man, I speak straight, these sorghums, in my opinion, are not even food."

"Look at this rod. It is so tall and so thin. Look at the ears on it. I have 30 years of experience in planting sorghum."

"Sorghum like this, one mu of land can harvest more than sixty catties of sorghum, then it's time to bloom."

"That's it?" Cheng Chubi muttered unwillingly.

Old Man Wu bowed to Cheng Chubi, his face full of earnest and sincere speech.

"How can an old man dare to deceive the officials? According to the old man, the officials can buy good sorghum seeds and grow them here."

"Those sorghums are better than these sorghums, which are only suitable for broomsticks."

"..." Cheng Chubi felt despised. Although it didn't hurt much, it was very humiliating.

Unexpectedly, these local specialty glutinous sorghums that outsiders want to buy cannot be bought in later generations.

Now listening to the old man’s tone of Mai Tai, this thing is always harvesting sorghum, it is better to plant it and make it into a broom to make more money.

At any rate, Cheng Chubi knew that Renhuai's sorghum yield per mu was not low, and how could it be several hundred kilograms.

Thinking of the grand occasion of Renhuai everywhere in sorghum, Cheng Chubi gritted his teeth and shook his head resolutely.

"No, Old Man Wu, just follow Cheng's method.

The most important task for you, old man, and your relatives is to help me make sorghum, and to help me pick out the largest and heaviest sorghum ears to save seeds. "

"With the selection and breeding of generations, the quality of the sorghum obtained will get better and better, and the yield will be higher and higher."

"Don't worry about the officials. I just kindly reminded the old man. Since the officials are not willing, the old man will respect the orders of the officials."

Cheng Chubi patted the old man Wu on the shoulder, and after a few more eloquent reassurances, he followed Zheguang on the wide concrete straight road.

Came to the Shunzhou state city, which stands on the east bank of the Anle River in the land of Yorix.

Compared with Changning prefecture, the situation in Shunzhou prefecture is not much better.

Anyway, many of Luzhou's Jilinzhou are similar. The city walls are built with stones, and they are not high, and the layout inside is also messy.

Fortunately, after the money was made, Shunzhou City has also begun to undergo transformation.

Although it hasn't reached the state and counties in Guanzhong, at least in the city, there is no longer a tuft of animal droppings all over the market.

In every state city, someone is responsible for cleaning, and then hoarding these animal feces for fermentation.

This is the best fertilizer in this era. If you want to increase your income, you can only rely on this stuff.

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Together with Zheguang, Cheng Chubi visited the Mongolian Academy and the adult literacy school in the city.

I asked about the income of Shunzhou Liren this year, and spent a full meal in Zheguang’s Cishi Mansion.

Only then left the Cishi Mansion with Fang Jun and rushed to the Shunzhou branch of the Luzhou branch of the Hantang Commercial Bank located in the Zhoucheng.

I think you are right, this is the title of Hantang Commercial Bank located in Shunzhou.

This is to make it easier for people to clearly know which branch of Hantang Commercial Bank this is.

Although the bank has not taken shape in this era, it does not prevent Cheng Chubi from using the bank naming system of later generations.

Cheng Chubi carefully inquired about the money and grain here, especially the accumulation of grain.

After all, he had already patted his chest and layed a package with that person, one acre of land and two stones of grain.

Almost eight or nine thousand acres of sorghum have been planted on both sides of the Chishui River. If you can't get enough grain by then.

It's strange that these monks are not making noise.

Cheng Chubi personally went to the backyard warehouse of the Hantang Commercial Bank and carefully inspected the tall granaries.

Although 20,000 stones are not many, they are not many. Naturally, you have to put them under your nose to be at ease.

After strolling for a long time, Cheng Chubi and Fang Jun left the Hantang Firm and headed to a courtyard not far outside the city of Shunzhou.

This is where the winery will be located in the future. Nowadays, many monks are busy.

Looking at the factory area, Cheng Chubi's pride in his heart became more and more high.

"Brother Chubi, you have worked so hard to come here to make wine. The wine here is really better than other places?"

"But my brother, I just tasted the rice wine they brewed, hehe... I don't feel that the glutinous rice wine from Luzhou has the fragrance yet."

"Haha...you will know from now on, Luzhou's wine is not dry enough for Renhuai..."

Cheng Chubi slapped Fang Jun with a big slap, and waved his hand generously, as if he had looked far ahead more than 1,400 years later.

Luzhou's first series of fine wines were defeated by the fierce attack of Renhuai's series and looked languid.

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At the moment, there are countless workers working **** the huge mountain ridge bought and sold by Hantang Commercial Bank.

Pick the bunches of peppers, which are already showing beautiful red, and throw them into the bamboo basket on their backs.

Cheng An and other managers from the Han and Tang dynasties were all gathered here at the moment, enjoying the scene of a bumper harvest in front of them.

This is already the twelfth day of picking, and within two days, all the nearly 10,000 mu of pepper garden will be harvested.

Cheng An and the others did not stay here much. UU read www.uukānshu.com instead of great effort, bypassing the still-harvesting pepper forest and proceeded forward.

After a short walk, you can see the houses there and the busy workers there.

Ethan copied his already very fluent Guanzhong Mandarin, and was gesticulating there.

And here, the white peppers that have been harvested are now packed in bamboo baskets and placed in the not-so-wide river.

It is washed there by running water. This is the method of making white pepper, which is to first soak the ripe fruit ears in running water for almost ten days.

Until the pulp rots, then start washing, as for how to wash, hehe...

At this moment, a group of people are stepping on the big wooden barrel repeatedly with their big feet. This step requires at least two sticks of incense.

Then rinse with water to remove the peel, pulp, stalks and other residues until it is cleaned.

(End of this chapter)