Chapter 166: Do you want to hint more obviously?
Compared with sweet potatoes and potatoes, which grow happily, corn is much worse.
Corn does not grow well when temperatures are too low.
After catching up with the double rush, germination and flowering continued as usual, but when it came time to bear fruit, frost fell from the sky.
I was inspired by the construction of a greenhouse in Sifujin to raise rice seeds. I kept the corns warm and managed to get some.
Wang Ermazi selected the best batch and sent them over today.
Unlike Manager Zhang who cared about the dogs who were about to "select a concubine", Wang Ermazi just chose two dogs at random and forgot about them.
He stayed close to a pile of baskets filled with crops, waiting for Sifujin's inspection.
Uncle Zhang was really stunned. Si Fujin was a generous person, so how could he remember his initial pettiness.
They are in the imperial village, so it is of course important to please their master, but what is even more important is to do their job of farming well.
Otherwise, why didn't the master choose Uncle Zhang to stay in the mansion and raise rice? It’s because professional things should be left to professionals.
Sure enough, the fourth elder brother and his wife arrived.
Manager Zhang was anxious to go up and show his courtesy.
Si Fujin had already seen the big baskets first, and she quickly asked: "Wang Er, is there a harvest?"
Eunuch Fu also came forward. After saluting, he said anxiously: "Fu Jin, my slaves also told them that if they have to pay taxes, they can't have such promiscuous sex, but they didn't listen and insisted on waiting for you to come back."
Since he has taken the job of building a flower house, the high yield of rice seeds is naturally closely related to him.
Mr. Fu was smart and knew that this matter was of great importance.
If he does well, in the future in the mansion, everyone in the front yard will not just listen to Su Peisheng.
A while ago, he had heard about Su Peisheng being punished by his master for taking a painting.
If this group of farmers from Zhuangzi take away the credit, I don't know when it will be until the next time I can overtake Su Peisheng.
Wang Ermazi was clever. As soon as he heard Eunuch Fu's "complaint", he opened the linen cloth covering the basket with one hand.
When Lu Pheasant saw the round, muddy potatoes and the long, plump and brightly colored sweet potatoes, densely packed in the basket, like little cuties waiting to be filled, his eyebrows suddenly curved: "Eunuch Fu, they They are bringing us snacks. Just wait and eat something delicious."
Eunuch Fu:?
Can these dirty little things be eaten? Will it be delicious?
When Wang Ermazi opened the third basket, Eunuch Fu couldn't say anything bad about this thing.
What kind of fairy fruit is this that I have never seen before?
They are yellow and arranged neatly one by one, like yellow pearls and gems, with a crystal luster.
Lu Pheasant frowned when he saw the corn: "But the corn was planted late?"
These corns looked different from those she had seen in later generations of the system.
Not big enough, not full enough, not energetic enough.
The servants on the side thought to themselves that this was the corn that had only been heard of and eaten by dignitaries.
So are the other two fresh fruits and vegetables brought by some country?
I didn't expect Fujin to be so powerful. Not only did he recognize him, but he also knew how to raise him.
Wang Ermazi saluted: "Fu Jin forgives me. When the weather gets cold, the corn will not grow. Later, I saved a batch after keeping it warm, but it still didn't grow well."
Lu Pheasant waved his hand: "I am also inexperienced, so how can I blame you? These potatoes and sweet potatoes look good. Have you tried the taste?"
Manager Zhang, who was guarding Gouzi, had already come over. He didn't care about him losing again, and timidly said: "Follow Fujin's instructions, let's try boiling them in water first. These yam eggs are easier to handle than yams, and they taste better." It’s easier to fill up, and the taste is lighter than the red yam next to it. The two new varieties are also delicious when roasted and steamed. As for this jade stick, there aren’t many produced, so I haven’t tried it yet.”
"The most important thing is that the yields of these three species are at least one or two hundred kilograms higher than that of rice and wheat. Master Zhuzi, Fujin, next year, not this year... the taxes paid by our Imperial Village are higher than those of other villages. , much higher. Small, small did not embarrass the masters..."
Manager Zhang couldn't help but choke as he spoke.
Great, he has been the steward of Tong'an Huangzhuang for so many years, and he can finally make all the tenant farmers have enough to eat.
This was the first time that he brought Zhuangzi's people to hand over something, and he was not beaten or scolded, and he could still boast.
No, they only handed over two dogs before.
Fujin is also very gentle.
No matter how good they are, they have met such a good master.
If you want to let the other tenant farmers on the village know, they must be extremely envious and don't worry that they won't want to marry her.
Wang Ermazi supported Uncle Zhang who was crying in shame: "Uncle, Fujin said that the white ones are called potatoes and the red ones are sweet potatoes. They are not yam eggs. They are the local names of red yams. Master, Fujin, please forgive me, Uncle Zhang." He is so happy. In fact, the people in our village are also very happy."
The tenant farmer who had come to help grow rice in the greenhouse stood behind Eunuch Fu and started crying too.
Great, it turns out that not only them, but also everyone in the family is not hungry this winter.
Lu Pheasant looked at Brother Si with a gentle expression: "Actually, they are also called potatoes and sweet potatoes, but it doesn't matter what they are called, as long as everyone is happy."
Brother Si unconsciously held Fujin's hand: "In that case, let everyone be happy."
"Cook all the baskets and give everyone a share."
is this real?
They could also eat corn and yam eggs that only the rich and powerful could use.
As for the red yam, I seem to have only heard that it can be grown in the south of the Yangtze River.
Now that they have eaten, have they eaten earlier than the nobles in the palace?
Oh my God!
Sanqing Zhenren!
Bodhisattva!
Can they eat it? Dare to eat it?
If you sell this one, will you be able to exchange it for several taels of silver? Maybe someone who is curious can exchange it for gold.
But this is the command of the master, you must eat whatever you deserve, including silver and gold.
In Lu Pheasant's view, it was just something that would bring high yields and fill the stomachs of future generations, and should be distributed to the people.
It’s just that there are too few planted now, and if you want to promote it, you have to do it step by step.
But that doesn’t prevent me from having fun alone today rather than having fun together.
Everyone was happy, but Manager Zhang was still crying. Mazi Wang Er could only say: "Uncle Zhang, don't you still want Fujin to choose the puppy? Stop crying."
Oh, yes, he almost forgot.
"Fu Jin is too busy looking at your yam eggs. I'm afraid he won't be able to pick out puppy eggs."
Wang Ermazi rolled his eyes: "Fu Jin, this time we brought two more litters of puppies. The colors are different from the previous ones. Can you take the time to take a look?"
This time it was Brother Si who spoke: "Take a look."
Wang Erpazi thought to himself, is it the fourth brother who is picking it instead?
It turns out that Sifujin was chosen for his master.
Is the master the one who likes small animals?
I didn't realize that the aloof master actually liked such a lively dog.
Just imagining it, the scene of the master holding the dog feels strange.
It would be more appropriate to say the word "sit down" coldly from the master's mouth.
Lu Pheasant took a look and saw that the pups in both litters were light in color and looked nothing like Xiao Hei.
Should she hint a little more obviously?
For example, let Xiao Yizi draw another one for them to choose from?
"This is the nest."
...The fourth prince actually chose it?
