scientific farming

Now that he has taken office and moved to the government office temporarily, he has to solve the problem of food by himself.

Song Wen went to Beijing from Pingxi Village, bringing dozens of taels of silver with him, and he was already a very wealthy household in Pingxi Village.But on the way to Beijing, the repeated exams, board and lodging cost more than half, and then Song's mother passed away, Ah Mian also had some troubles in the funeral, and Song Wen was seriously ill... If Xiao Lue hadn't brought him back to the General's Mansion, He also helped to deal with Song's mother's funeral, now it's impossible for Amian to keep the three taels of silver in her hand, and she must still owe some money.

Amian was crying, and showed Song Wen the three taels of silver in his palm and said, "Master, what shall we do in the future? The food in this capital is very expensive, and a small handful of vegetables cost three Wen, and we still need to buy rice. I asked about it." Yes, rice is extremely valuable in the capital..."

Song asked: "What are you afraid of? I will have my salary next month, and I only need to get through this month."

"Master, let alone this month, we can't get through these few days. There are beds in the government office, but we don't have any bedding or anything. Besides, we are poor, so it's better to buy rice and cook it ourselves. Just an empty stove, we still need to buy pots and bowls, firewood, oil and salt...it doesn’t cost money.”

Ah Mian told Song Wen this cruel reality.

The county magistrate in front of him doesn't live in the Yamen, so he didn't buy anything.

Song Wen was also melancholy, sighed and said: "Forget about the stove, we don't have much to eat and cook. Using such a big stove is a waste of firewood. Go and buy a clay pot, and buy some firewood, oil and salt, and some vegetables." A small handful, just enough for today, check to see if there are mung beans, if there are any, then don’t buy food for the future. You can buy the rest of the money that you must buy, and the rest are all for flour.”

Ah Mian, if he has any opinions, it's only three taels of silver: "It's hot today, but there is no bedding at night, so it's still cold."

"Then let's sleep in our arms for a few nights first. Take out all the clothes and cover them, and we can survive." Song asked.

Ah Mian somewhat disliked it, but looked at Song Wen, sighed, and agreed.

At this moment, he finally felt a little bit better, at least the old lady's funeral was in order, the young master's illness was recuperated, and they could live and eat in the house for free for so many days.General Xiao is actually a good man!

After sending Ah Mian out, Song Wen went to the street outside the yamen to pick up some stones and pebbles, set up a temporary stove, and let the two days go by.

Thinking not to lose face at the gate of the yamen, Song asked to walk a little more, but he didn't go very far, but he thought it was enough, not at the gate of the yamen.Then he looked around and pretended to be casual. He felt good to himself, not suspicious and natural at all, so he simply squatted down to pick up stones.

Fortunately, the road at this time is still a bluestone road, and it is easy to pick up stones, as long as the bigger stones are gone, they will disappear.

The ancient long gown is also good, you can use it to hold things with just a flick.After loading a heavy piece of gravel, I got up and looked around. There were no larger stones, so I had to get the gravel back first.

"My lord, what is this?" Passing by the gate of the yamen, a yamen servant couldn't hold back and asked.

Song Wen said calmly: "Build something. Do you know where I can pick up a slightly larger stone? There are four pieces, and it doesn't need to be too big. Just as big as your head will do."

Yamen servant: "..." I'd be happier if you didn't stare at my head.

"It's in the alley behind our yamen. If your lord wants it, how many people can I call to move it back?"

"If you want it, go and move it." Song Wen once again frankly used the public weapon for private use.

But setting up the stove must be behind the backs of these yamen servants. The dignified county magistrate cannot be called a joke by the yamen servants, and it will be difficult to convince everyone in the future.So when the yamen servants brought back the big stones, Song Wen sent them away. He first spread the gravel on the bottom and leveled it, and then surrounded the four big stones to form a corner.

Coincidentally, Ah Mian came back after buying clay pots and other things. Song Wen directed Ah Mian to hold the pot slightly, and adjusted the four big stones so that the pot could be stuck.

Rice is expensive, so I bought a small amount, but according to Song Wen's assumption, it is enough to make porridge for a few days.I bought half a bag of noodles, enough for seven or eight days, and only a small handful of vegetables.

Song Wen ordered Ah Mian to light the fire, poured half a pot of water into the clay pot, and waited for it to boil.

There are no bowls and chopsticks in the yamen, but there are tea sets.Song Wen poured out all the tea, filled the teapot with flour, added water, some oil, and salt, washed the firewood cores that were split into long and thin strips and used them as chopsticks temporarily, stirred them well, and kneaded them with his hands into the dough.

The water in the clay pot boiled, and the dough was picked up with chopsticks, and a white irregular dough plopped into the clay pot.Song Wen was in modern times, because his grandma liked to eat gnocchi, so he made it frequently. Although he changed his body now, he was very proficient at making it. In a short time, he made all the dough in the teapot. Gnocchi.

Add some cold water, wait for the water to boil again, add some oil, sprinkle salt, boil again, put in the washed side dishes, wait for a while to boil, taste the saltiness, adjust the taste and then eat up.

In the yamen, there are just a few broken bowls left by someone in the front.Song Wen didn't bother to wash it, and hated using it.Anyway, there are quite a few teacups, so I use teacups to eat dry vinegar. Although it is a bit small, it can hold two gnocchi at a time, put a la carte leaves on it, and pour soup. It looks green and white, very healthy.

Song Wen first made a teacup for Ah Mian, and said generously, "Hurry up and eat. You don't need the sausage, if you can add it, it will be considered a bit of meat, it's not troublesome and it's delicious."

"Master, the meat tastes better." Amian took the teacup and said bluntly.

Song asked: "..." How could I know that meat tastes better? !

He took another teacup and scooped up gnocchi for himself. Seeing that Amian was following him through hardships, he didn't care about it, and continued, "Don't even think about meat. Our earthenware pot can make meat? Enough for a meal, if you serve your tongue today, you will tighten your waist tomorrow. Do you want to fill your belly, or tighten your belt?"

Ah Mian: "Master, how can you be so poor after becoming an official?"

Song Wen patted his head.

Ah Mian didn't come out of Pingxi Village, but he picked it up on the way to Beijing. At that time, it was said that he was sold by his uncle and escaped by himself, but he didn't have a copper coin on him, and he almost starved to death.When meeting Yuanshen Song Wen, he was so hungry that he was skinny and his clothes were dirty and torn. Yuanshen kindly gave him a bite to eat, so he called this guy young master, young master, and entangled him.

However, Ah Mian is very dedicated to serving Yuanshen, and he and Yuanshangjing have suffered together along the way, and the relationship is not ordinary.

Song asked: "I'll go and sprout some mung beans later. It's been hot recently, and the bean sprouts are sprouting fast. Although they will be a little smaller tomorrow, they're almost ready to eat. We've also saved money for vegetables, and we can exchange them." Change the taste. If the bean sprouts grow more, maybe I can go out and exchange some other dishes with others."

"That's a good relationship." Amian, who was careless, suddenly became happy, and smiled blindly.The teacup in my hand was already empty, so I used to get a new one by myself.

Song Wen looked at the "chopsticks" that he had taken away to scoop up the gnocchi, and then looked at his empty hands, so he could only go over and wash another pair of "firewood cores".

The two of them just held the teacups, facing the earthenware pot, and eating the noodles with chopsticks made of firewood cores, it was also delicious.

When Xiao Lue walked in, he saw this scene, two people pouted their buttocks, facing the clay pot, the overlong firewood core, and the small teacup, breathing heavily.

Xiao Lue: "?"

Song, who was too absorbed and accidentally raised his eyes to see someone, asked: "..."

Ah Mian, who was too involved and completely unconscious: "Hey...Young master, the gnocchi you made is so delicious...Breathe..."