Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 286
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 twitched his beard and smiled, "The north is mostly a place with fertile land, 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 in normal years, if it is less than two and a half stones, it is considered a bad harvest. It is all due to the cultivation method offered by the young man."

Ba Niuli couldn't hide, and neither could Qu Yuanli.

Because the two things have to be taken out and 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 Grade Officials 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 those in power in the northern Cao bandits want to promote this thing, they will be strongly opposed by the noble family.

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

As the aristocratic families who have always been advertised as the top class of scholars, farmers, businessmen, how could they 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.

Plowing and studying aristocratic families, plowing means letting others plow for you, not letting yourself go down and farm the land yourself.To read is to read by yourself, so that you can master intellectual resources and enslave others.

Let farmers and workers climb up... Isn't this nonsense?Who will they enslave by then?
As for Soochow, although it is not as open and honest as the Cao thief in the north to win over the family, 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 eight ox plows and Quyuan plows.

The so-called intensive cultivation, after the intensive cultivation, don’t we still have to work intensively?
This kind of rough work on the farmland, if he hadn't done it himself, who would take it seriously if it was someone else?
So Zhuge Liang couldn't care less about concealing his complacency, and it was 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 don't know 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, he thought, everyone said that Kong Ming is Crouching Dragon, 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."

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Zhang Wen sighed again and again.

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

As the weather gets hotter, there are more mosquitoes.

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

It's just that no matter how good the mosquito net is, there will always be one or two that will sneak in through some invisible gap every night.

Every morning when I wake up, I always find that there are one or two more mosquitoes with red bellies hanging on the empty mosquito net that I slept in.

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 Guan Ji and Amei were 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 a local turtle, I don't study chemical engineering, and 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 consecutive nights, 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." .”

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

Dragon Boat Festival, shouldn't we 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. My lord..."

Ah Mui 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 was 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 the Chinese New Year faded away, let alone the Dragon Boat Festival?
So later on, the more I went to the back, the more I felt that Chinese New Year was meaningless.

Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, you just 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 went back to the dining hall.

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

On the table in front of everyone are the 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 palms sold on the streets of later generations.

"Okay, let's eat."

Feng Yong couldn't wait to untie a scorpion, only to see that there was millet inside, and then he was a little surprised, no wonder it was called Jiao millet, but the thing 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 wormwood leaves and then wrapped in rice, so it has aixiang."

Amy 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, which 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 horn millet has a bitter taste because the millet is soaked in ash juice and then wrapped in the 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."

Amy explained.

Feng Yong took a bite, um, it may be that Amei used some method to make the millet sticky, and the faint aroma of mugwort also gave the zongzi an extra taste.

Just why no stuffing?

Zongzi without stuffing, isn’t it just white Zongzi?

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

There is no meaning without the dispute between the salty party and the sweet party!

(End of this chapter)