Across the Far Mountain Tea Farmers

After a night of panic and uncertainty, the scholars calmed down, but their faces were slightly pale.

Many of the villagers were already sharpening their knives with tears still hanging on their faces.

meat!

So much meat!

A lot of free meat delivered to your door!

Although most of the meat was killed by Xiong Da and the strong men, the villagers also killed a lot.After all, it had been a while since Xiong Da brought people over.The villagers are not of the nature of little white rabbits, so they can't count on others.

When tidying up the battlefield, many wild beasts that had been tidied up to the point of being unable to take care of themselves were cheerfully taken down by the villagers with their knives.

The scholars' eyes were also red.As the young masters who were born into wealth, although they may not look very strong, they will actually learn a little self-defense skills, but they just pay more attention to physical fitness.Last night, especially the few who were forced to hide together in the cellar, they felt their lives were threatened for the first time.

This feeling made them tremble, but also excited at the same time.

This can cause big trouble to the villagers.

"Oh, master, that's not how you hold the hatchet, put it down!"

"Guests don't touch your hands, carefully dirty your clothes!"

"Don't move! This leather is so good, it can't be destroyed!"

Sounds like these resounded through the village.While watching the excitement, Wen Lun surrounded the scholars and asked them to do what they should do.

what?Set up the table, grind, recite poems and draw pictures, and record what happened in the village last night.

Wufu gets up and dances with knives and sticks; as a scholar, naturally he dances with words and ink.

Wen Lun watched with a smile as the scholars were all impassioned, blushing with excitement, writing or drawing on paper, simply bragging and not drafting, depicting a small-scale wild animal entering the village as a large-scale armed conflict.The performance of all the people in Dacha Village is simply epic!

The scholars' eyes were red, and while composing poems, they chanted loudly, arousing their words.The villagers didn't understand the meaning, but they listened with great enthusiasm. They yelled together, shouted a poem, and chopped meat with a knife.

With an inscrutable face, Wen Lun secretly calculated the value of these calligraphy and paintings.Yes, only value, not price.

In this era, things like calligraphy and painting are worthless in a sense.Unless it is an ancestor's calligraphy and painting, otherwise, most of my own calligraphy and painting are used for academic exchanges, not as a commodity in circulation, and rarely involve money.

Although most of these scholars are not well-known now, but what about the future?Who can guarantee that there will not be a literary master painter among these people?What is even more certain is that among these people, there must be someone who has an official position.At that time, the meaning of these calligraphy and paintings will be completely different.

Even if there are none of the above, these calligraphy and paintings also have a propaganda effect.

For Wen Lun, how could going out to make money compare to counting money at home?Waiting for the money to come to your door is justified.After two years of preparation, the conditions for opening a tea house on the mountain have been met.

He will not compete with the villagers for the business of farmhouse entertainment, but high-end things like tea houses are the real money-making business.

The business model of the tea house is also a relatively mature business method in Qi State.There are many large and small tea gardens in Longzhou County, but the ones that are really famous and earn a lot of money are the three tea houses, the most famous of which is Junxian Tea House.

To put it bluntly, a tea house is like a simple clubhouse, of course, there are not as many tricks in it as modern clubhouses.Wen Lun is confident that if he runs a tea house by himself, it will be more distinctive, but he is not sure whether it will be accepted by the people of Qi.What's more, a tea house needs to have a heritage, often passed down through several generations, before it can be accepted by the upper class.

The calligraphy and paintings of the scholars in front of me are the first batch of accumulation.Wen Lun is not in a hurry. His purpose of building this tea house is not too profound, such as the idea of ​​being famous forever. He only has one purpose, and that is to make money.

Xiong Da saw that his daughter-in-law was having a good time, so he went to arrange things by himself.He needs to make overall arrangements for the treatment of the wounded, the distribution of prey, and the statistics of losses, etc.

Xiong Da's doing these things is very simple, and it's not a level compared to him leading thousands of troops before.When he had arranged everything, Wen Lun brought him a bowl of dumplings.

"Cabbage and pork stuffing." Wen Lun gritted his teeth and said boldly, "Pork, I made it."

"Ahem!" Xiong Da choked immediately.When did his wife become so powerful that she could fight wild boars?

Of course it was a wild boar. No one raised pigs in the mountains eight hundred miles away.If pigs want to be fat, they have to eat grain.There is not enough food for the people in the mountains, so how can there be food for the pigs?

Li Er, who happened to pass by, slammed his head on the door, squatted on the ground covering his sore nose, and complained to Wen Lun with tears in his eyes.

Wen Lun blushed.He was the first to discover the prey, and the first to attack, even if it was killed by Bihe later, it was Bihe's "snatching the monster", and the wild boar's drop still belonged to him.

No, you must keep the first kill!

Of course, no one competed with him for the first kill.

Xiong Da happily finished eating the dumplings made of "wild boar killed by his wife", and asked: "There are spore meat, Ah Qing likes to eat, I will bring some to Ah Qing tomorrow. Think about what else I want to give to Ah Qing." Qing took it."

"Huh?" Wen Lun was startled, "The mountain is closed, how do I get down?"

Xiong Da explained: "There are some herbs that are not enough. Uncle Hua is going down the mountain, and he will go to Fucheng by the way."

Wen Lun frowned and nodded.Although the injuries were not serious this time, minor injuries were still injuries. When dealing with those claws and fangs, some injuries were inevitable.It is reasonable to be in urgent need of herbal medicine, but this does not mean that going to Fucheng can be convenient.In winter, even if the road from the county seat to the prefectural city is not as severe as the mountain closure, it is definitely not easy to travel.

However, since Xiong Da didn't say anything, there must be some inconvenience for him to know.Wen Lun was not a person who didn't know the general situation, so he was thinking about what to bring Ah Qing.

In the afternoon, Wen Lun wanted to take a rest. After all, he didn't have a good rest last night, but a group of scholars were still excited.

The scholars had nowhere to go today, so they all gathered around Wen Lun, waiting for the arrangement of Wen Lun, the temporary leader.

Wen Lun obviously did not disappoint them. With a wave of his hand, the scholars learned to make dumplings by themselves.

Scholars don't have the idea of ​​a gentleman staying away from the kitchen, but it is undeniable that none of them have illuminated their culinary skills.

Kneading the dough, kneading the dough, chopping the stuffing, seasoning...the seasoning was handed over to Cuilian, and then the dumplings were made by hand.One afternoon, it was like a war.

Teacher Cuilian was exhausted all afternoon.Making dumplings is a big deal, why are these people so stupid?The eldest young master is actually the stupidest one!

Just when Cuilian was going to teach her young master, Xiong Da accepted her daughter-in-law.

Although Xiong Da doesn't have as many tricks as Cuilian, he can still make the most basic dumplings.For Wen Lun, learning the simplest one is enough.

The few scholars were a little cautious when they saw Xiong Da approaching, but after a while they discovered that General Xiong was not as scary as the legend said.In the literati circle in Anjiang City, most of the uninformed people have a common perception - it is a pity that Wen Lun married Xiong.

However, these scholars found that the life of the young couple was far from what they imagined.General Zhennan, who has a great reputation, taught Wen Lun how to make dumplings at home, and he was very patient with his soft-spoken words.

Wen Lun, the No. 1 among the younger generation in Anjiang City, also has something he is not good at.A dumpling is made uglier than anyone else, and if you can't learn it, you will still stare at General Xiong.General Xiong even smiled.

In the imagination of the scholars, the picture of the brutal general and the weak scholar was instantly shattered.The husband and wife are clearly similar to ordinary people, and their relationship is still very good.

But scholars are not gossips after all, they take gossip as their life's work, and other people's lives are after all other people's lives, so they quickly put it down.The dumplings gradually looked similar, and some of them were learning advanced varieties from Cuilian.

Bi He was helping to knead the dough and roll the skin, and Li Er took the wrapped dumplings away.

Cuilian hurriedly explained: "Steam in the drawer!" Those dumplings, especially the dumplings made by the young master, would definitely be ruined in the water.

When Li Er saw the dumplings with all kinds of tricks, he immediately understood.

Cuilian smiled and said to the crowd: "Whoever makes the dumplings will eat."

The scholars all said yes.The so-called mother does not think her son is ugly, heck, of course they also cherish the fruits of their labor very much.When the steamed dumplings with different characteristics were served, they all claimed their own.Not to mention, the taste is not bad.

Cuilian thought, fortunately she took over the job of seasoning, otherwise so many good things would have been wasted.

Xiong Da snatched the flowering dumplings made by Wen Lun and ate them very cherished.It's the first time for a daughter-in-law to make it, and she must leave none to others!

Wen Lun didn't like steamed dumplings, so he waited for Xiong Dabao's dumplings.A pinch of chives and a few strips of egg skin in the soup make a bowl of ordinary dumplings look a few levels more luxurious than steamed dumplings.

From this day onwards, the smell of meat in the village lingered until the Chinese New Year.These were replaced by the meat that villagers in the village are usually reluctant to eat. I don’t know if they have figured it out or are stimulated.

However, Wen Lun soon discovered that most of the villagers ate some parts that were not easy to preserve. As for most of the meat, they were still stored.The weather in the mountains is cold now, and it is completely a natural cold storage. Even if there is not enough salt to marinate, it can be preserved for a long time, enough for the villagers to spend a fat year.

Years ago, Yao Qing also received a gift from the mountain in the academy - a bunch of dumplings that looked very unique.

Yao Qing: "..."

The little chair didn't care much: "What is this?"

Zhuo An is also straightforward: "Who makes such ugly dumplings?"

The little donkey leaned over its big head and snorted.

The strong man acting as the courier smiled innocently: "Mr. Wen made it himself."

Yao Qing's face was expressionless, and the look in his eyes was very complicated.No one is perfect, sir... it's better to be a scholar.