Mr. Minguo's kitchen

As far as this thing is concerned, it is so small that it is full, so it is called Xiaoman.

At the head of the field, Lao Heng smoked dry tobacco and supervised the work of the farmers in the field, with Zhan Shubai standing beside him.

Zhan Shubai looked at the green and yellow in the field, and the plump ears of rice lowered the branches. He was a little surprised and said, "Lao Heng, the rice you planted this year is pretty good. It looks like it's about to mature."

Lao Heng was somewhat happy and somewhat sad, "Old Zhan, you said that I have been planting crops for so many years, but this year's rice..."

Zhan Shubai: "Why, what's wrong with this rice?"

Lao Heng shook the smoke, "The problem is that it grows too fast! You said that we had delayed the spring sowing for a few days because we changed the owner. The seeds were sown after Qingming, and the seeds were transplanted around the beginning of summer. It was only a month. No matter how you look at it, it is about to mature. It grows so fast, and I don’t know if the pulp in the rice is full. Don’t harvest it happily, only to find that it is bad rice!”

Zhan Shubai shook his head, "What you are talking about is ordinary rice, but this is the improved species brought back by the young master from foreigners. How can it be the same?! Improvements are naturally for the better!"

Lao Heng thought about it too, these dozens of acres were all seeds given by the young master, but it was normal for the previous seeds to be planted.Maybe this foreigner's improved species can really make rice grow faster and better.If this is the case, this is a big deal!

"Director Zhan! Let's take a look, why can't the water come out!" Zhan Shubai hurried to the field where the small sprinkler was inserted. This is where his reformed tobacco shop spent several Months of hard work, and one is worth a hundred oceans!This is going to be bad, but I feel sorry for him.

Since the young master took over the tobacco business, several lines of tobacco production have been cut down to only two, and the rest of the machines were sold and dismantled. Then a batch of machines came in, and those high-priced old masters in his factory brought the newly recruited young masters who had gone to school to study some strange things all day long with the blueprints given by the young master. This is one of them. One of the results, a machine that sprays water mist automatically.

Jiangzhuang and even the whole province have experienced severe drought in recent years, but rice is the most inseparable from water. Although the Fuxian River is not dry, it cannot withstand such a large amount of irrigation.Therefore, the harvest in recent years has not been very good. They originally planned not to plant rice this year but to plant all drought-tolerant corn and wheat.

The Eldest Young Master had someone free up such a thing, and someone installed it in the field across the air, and sprayed water mist every two o'clock in the afternoon when the temperature was the highest, and ignored it for the rest of the time.

Everyone was a little worried at first, but after a period of time, they discovered that in addition to saving water and labor, the rice in this field did not die!This Coke spoiled everyone, if so, then their grain production this year must not be doubled!

Although it's just a small problem, there is nothing wrong with the machine, but Zhan Shubai continued to watch it uneasy.

"Hey! Lao Heng! Lao Heng!" Looking back, Lao Heng saw a steward from the farm next door approaching, and when he came to him, he heard him asking: "Lao Heng, what have you been up to recently? Xiaoman's grabbing water Why didn’t anyone go to Jitian’s farm?”

It is the custom of farmers to grab water to sacrifice to the fields. If Xiaoman is not full of water, the autumn harvest must be worrying.So everyone made an appointment at dawn on the day of Xiaoman, lit the torches, beat the drums and gongs, and stepped on the waterwheels installed by the river together to divert all the river water into the fields, so as to prevent the crops from drying out in the coming high temperature. .

Lao Heng is not modest now, pointing to the field for him to see, "Do you think we still need to grab water in this field?" No temperament, don't let people do it.According to his original words, it's like singing a big show, but can he say that?

The steward was too busy with the drought-dead crops in his field, and hadn't been here for a long time.After looking at it carefully, I was surprised, "How come your rice grows so well this year? It's almost turning yellow! You didn't see us, and half of the harvest in our field will be good by August. Hey." , what is that thing that sprays water?"

According to the benefits and value of this thing that Zhan Shubai had been chanting in front of him for the past few days, Lao Heng repeated it to the steward in his own words, feeling quite honored in his heart.

The steward probably didn't expect to be able to do so many things by farming a field, and he said enviously after hearing this: "Mr. Lin is a person with real skills! I heard that people are also generous. The host is really nice!"

Naturally, Lao Heng turned to comfort him a few words, and then heard the steward say: "Ours is actually not bad, although it is not as good as yours, at least it is full, but people in Wuyang County in the west of the province heard that even There is no food left, and there is a famine.”

"What's going on?"

"There is no water in the river, and the sky is always high. The tax has been very heavy in the past few years. I heard that some people in Wuyang County have turned into bandits and specialize in robbery. Be careful next time you pass by there. But The left and right are on the west side, so there should be no hindrance to us." The steward looked at the rice in the field enviously for a long time, and then left after thinking of going back to mention the matter to the master.

Jiang Zhuanglin's family has a small business.

Lin Weirui put down the newspaper in her hand, leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes.

The uprising against the government in the west, the government is planning to suppress the bandits, it is a big drama.

The quartz grandfather clock next to it reached twelve o'clock and rang on time.He straightened his clothes, stood up and walked to the kitchen.In the kitchen, the fat aunt was choosing a lot of bitter vegetables.Seeing the young master coming, he hurriedly gave up the kitchen to him, and when he asked why there were so many bitter vegetables, he said, "Isn't this the end of Xiaoman? I went to the field to pick a lot of bitter vegetables and sent them over."

These farmers have no savings at home, and the only thing they can give away is the bitter vegetables that grow all over the mountains and plains during the Xiaoman season.

Lin Weirui grew up in the south before, and had seen this kind of vegetable before, picked up a few and smelled it, and said: "Take off the old ones, and choose some young leaves for me."

He himself rolled up his sleeves and took a knife to quickly chop up the minced meat and knead a dozen small white and tender meatballs, then boiled the washed bitter vegetable leaves in a pot, scooped them up and put them in chicken broth and ham The soup is simmered with pork balls, and the fire can be turned off in less than half an hour.The meatball soup made from meat soup and vegetables is surprisingly not cloudy and greasy. The freshness of wild animals in summer is wrapped in the soup as a seasoning. The bitter vegetables are not bitter, and the thick soup is not thick. Each of them looks the best.

In the same way, pick up the bitter vegetables boiled in chicken soup and dry them, and mix them with sesame oil, vinegar, and autumn oil.

The chopped bitter vegetables are mixed with eggs, and it is another wild grass to eat.

"Where's Lin Zhenpeng?"

"Young master and classmate Xiao Yang went to the field to catch snails. They said they wanted to give you extra meals. What a filial child."

As soon as the fat aunt raised her head after saying this, she saw a dimple flashing across the right face of her eldest young master, and the bitter vegetables in her hand fell off!But after a closer look, there didn't seem to be any, so I suspected that I was wrong. After all, how could such a big man as the young master have dimples?On the contrary, when the young master pursed his lips and smiled, there was one on the right side of his face. He looked so cute and well-behaved!

The author has something to say: Aunt Fat: The young master's dimples are so cute!really want to pinch

Author: In fact, your young master also has dimples...

Fat Aunt: [horrified face]