Feeding three hundred domestic slaves was no easy task.
First, they need to be fed, and then they need to be clothed, not naked.
As for illness, a kind-hearted man might ask a visiting doctor who rings a bell to check on him, while a cruel man might ask him to drink more hot water. No matter what disease you have, in short, drink more hot water.
Yang Fan's ten servants have been gathered together, and the other six are also the strongest among the servants.
They stood in a row behind Yang Fan.
Mo Desi, Zhang Gada, and Lu Dan were upgraded to LV2.
Promoted to captain of the servant squad.
Each person leads two new servants.
There is also a sixteen-year-old boy named Ming Yan, who is Yang Fan's servant.
He was chosen because he was the only literate one among the three hundred domestic slaves. The family once provided him with a private school for five years. Then there was a severe drought for three years and there was no harvest. The family lost their land and became Yang Fan's domestic slave. .
He was responsible for smoking cigarettes for the previous master, so he was called Mingyan. At this time, tobacco had just been introduced to the Ming Dynasty. It can be seen that the previous master was definitely a trendy person in the Ming Dynasty.
If the master likes to practice martial arts, then this boy is responsible for holding the sword, which is called the sword attendant.
In short, the rules for naming domestic slaves can be deduced in this way.
In the past few days since Yang Fan left, the food he bought before has almost run out, and people in the compound are a little panicked.
If the master doesn't come back, he will go back to his previous life of starvation.
The master is back, and people in the yard rush to tell each other. When they hear the good news, everyone is as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Yang Fan ordered the supplies to be moved out of the warehouse.
There are about a hundred plastic buckets filled with kitchen waste. They are divided into four buckets of different colors according to pasta, rice, soup, and meat.
In front of the blast furnace, four large cast-iron pots were lined up. There were too many people, and one pot of rice was really not enough.
Three hundred people stood in the dark in front, drooling as they looked at the cauldron.
"First give each person a stainless steel basin and a steel spoon. Don't lose it. If anyone loses it, he will be asked to eat with his hands."
Yang Fan put his hands behind his back and ordered.
Ten servants carried stacks of small steel basins and began to distribute them. This kind of steel basin is the cheapest kind. They are bought in large quantities, a thousand at a time, and cost one yuan each.
According to the requirements at the time of purchase, the handle of the steel spoon is drilled and connected to the edge of the basin with a thin steel chain. Prevent loss. The material was not valuable, but it was quite troublesome. If Yang Fan hadn't placed an order for 10,000 pieces and also expressed that there would be another 100,000 orders in the future, the boss might not have served him.
Of course, this price cannot be for 304 steel. As for whether any heavy metals will precipitate, I don’t care so much. If I hadn’t been poisoned by heavy metals these days, I don’t know where I would have died.
The crowd went wild.
The silver-white stainless steel basin shines dazzlingly in the bright late autumn sunshine.
The master actually gave out such good tableware, and suddenly there was a burst of crying, and the women and children burst into tears. The darkness fell to the ground again.
"Thank you, sir"
Yang Fan waved his hand to get the crowd up.
At this time, start pouring ingredients into the pot.
On top of the first pot, there is a stack of huge steamers, which are filled with various types of pasta, including steamed buns, cakes, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, roasted buns, bread, etc. Most of them have been bitten, and none of them are complete.
The second pot was stewed with sorted meats, including large bones with tendons attached to them. In modern times, few people chew the bones seriously and carefully. They all carry a lot of tendons, soft tissues, and bone marrow. As well as selected shredded meat, pieces of meat, slices of meat, etc. The type is mainly pork, but also some beef and mutton.
After chewing the big bones, they have to be recycled, smashed, and used to make soup with radishes in the morning. Zhao Fu had made careful calculations and must not waste any food ingredients.
Pour the remaining rice and soup together and cook two pots in total.
There is a saying for this kind of thing, it’s called beggar’s porridge.
It is said to be named after Tang Ming Emperor Li Longji.
Legend has it that he once lived on the streets and hung out with beggars for a few days.
I found that every day when beggars came back from begging, no matter who begged more or who begged less, they would all pour the food into a broken pot.
Then add water and simmer. After the various ingredients are mixed, an indescribable aroma will be emitted.
Later, he had a bad appetite in his later years, so he remembered the beggar's porridge he had eaten back then, and asked the imperial chef to cook beggar's porridge for him. Of course, it was impossible to use leftovers. They were all good ingredients. In fact, this was no longer beggar's porridge. , Buddha should be asked to jump over the wall.
The grinder wears an apron and turns the cauldron with a shovel.
"Oh, there is oil. Look, there is a thick layer of oil floating on it."
There are all kinds of oils in this layer of grease, such as soybean oil, sesame oil, rapeseed oil, peanut oil, palm oil, sunflower oil. Yang Fan doesn't know what kind of oils are mixed together. Anyway, it won't kill anyone.
"There are also spices. There are spices in this pot."
As soon as the fragrance came out, the crowd immediately began to stir and surge forward.
Zhang Gada saw that something was wrong. These people had not seen grease for several years. Their eyes were like those of hungry wolves, which looked very scary. He quickly took his servants with him and used a horse stick to suppress him.
"Back up, back up, get in line."
"Follow up according to the four divided teams A, B, C and D, and come up to receive the meal one by one."
"Anyone who doesn't line up will be whipped three times."
"The first to be in line and to eat first, those in the back will deserve it if they are gone."
Driven by the horse stick, the crowd immediately began to line up in a chaotic manner.
Team A is the craftsman team, with a total of 43 people.
Team B is the apprentice team, with a total of 98 people.
Team C is a family team with a total of 155 people, a few of whom are women and the majority of whom are children.
Team D is a team of workers. They are external employees who receive wages. At present, it is mainly the accountant, Mr. Liu, and a dozen foreign employees.
In principle, these people do not care about food, but Yang Fan feels that the entire iron factory is a company and it is not easy to treat them differently. If they are willing to eat in the factory, they can also eat. But you have to wait until everyone else finishes.
If you don't like the food in the factory, you can eat out by yourself. The choice is yours, even if it is a benefit.
There is a long row of tables in front of the cauldron. The tables are covered with cloth, and there are more than a dozen large stainless steel basins lined up on them, filled with pasta and beggar's porridge.
The pasta comes with bamboo tongs, so you can pick it up yourself.
There is a spoon for beggar's porridge, so you can serve it yourself.
Somewhat like a buffet.
Donkey Dan shouted loudly: "Line in line to get the food one by one. Eat as much as you want and take as much as you want. Don't waste it. If you waste it, you will be punished by having the toilet cleaned for a month."
The craftsman is old and is also the technical leader in the factory, so he should be given the best treatment.
Fu Laoliu is the number one craftsman, so he naturally ranks first.
Fried dough sticks, oh my god, fried dough sticks, even though they were half-full, and there were teeth marks on them, they were obviously leftovers.
But Fu Laoliu didn't care about this. Nowadays, it's not just ordinary people who can eat fried food.
Many small landowners also drink multigrain porridge. Where can I find Oil Star?
He was shaking with excitement, just like Wu Laoer, who would tremble when he saw a cerebral thrombosis.
I quickly put a few fried dough sticks in the basin, and suddenly I discovered that there were buns underneath. Looking at the grease coming out of the outer skin, I thought, Oh my god, these are steamed buns stuffed with meat.
He quickly abandoned the fried dough sticks and started picking up the buns and putting them into the basin.
Chang Zhu behind him quit, looking at this shameless old man, he almost finished his buns.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, leave some for the back, you old fool, why don't you die?"
Chang Zhu is the second master craftsman, and his status is basically the same as that of Fu Laoliu. Each is responsible for a blast furnace. They all took a dozen apprentices with them.
Fu Laoliu pretended not to hear, quickly picked up a few more, and then walked forward, filled a bowl full of beggar's porridge, it was almost full to the point of overflowing, and then hurried towards the wall.
Along the way, my hands were burning with pain from the stainless steel basin. I grinned and rushed to a big rock to eat and drink.
The craftsmen were all sitting on the ground on the east side, eating and drinking.
"Hey, this porridge is good, this porridge is good, there is a layer of oil floating on it." The craftsman who was eating had not seen oil and water for several years. I didn't care about burning my mouth and drank heavily.
If you can eat multi-grain porridge with wild vegetables, it's considered a good life, but why would you dare to think about eating some fat?
“Tasty, with a lot of salt added, so delicious.”
Salt is not cheap these days, and many people cannot afford it. Although it is not far from the salt field on the seaside, after the price increases, salt is a luxury product.
"There are also spices. What kind of spice is this? It's more fragrant than cloves. It's so delicious."
Not to mention the various modern seasonings. These days, spices are all obtained by Arab merchants, and the price of pepper is comparable to its weight in silver. It is not something that the common people can consume.
Before they finish eating. The servants came over carrying stainless steel buckets, and Zhang Gada took the spoon himself, giving each person a spoonful of meat.
"There is still meat, thank you sir"
The craftsmen knelt down again and cheered.
Although the meat had been seen for a long time, it was probably eaten by the master and the maids, but he did not expect that the craftsman also had a share.
Of course, only master craftsmen are entitled to a spoonful of meat every day. Others don't.
This fully reflects Mr. Yang's respect for talents.
Do you want to eat meat?
Okay, you become a master craftsman first, then you can have a spoonful of meat every day.
Yang Fan saw that the apprentice's eyes were red.
