The Tofu Banquet is a real tofu banquet, and every dish is made of soy products.
Tofu and cabbage dumplings, homemade tofu, fried tofu shredded and mixed with mung bean sprouts, tofu stuffed with lean meat, dried tofu stir-fried with leeks, dried tofu mixed with shredded green onions, tofu stewed with river fish, soy sauce braised tofu...
Feng Guihe and the two people he brought were dumbfounded. How could they be so vicious?
There are more than 20 dishes, all of which are tofu, including soup.
How free do people have to be to think of making so many tofu dishes? Is it intentional?
Looking at Feng Gui's thirsty eyes for knowledge, the director poured the wine without explaining.
Today's tofu feast is made under the guidance of Hanhan, and the beans are about to be planted.
The beans I bought before were rabbit-mouthed and two-petaled, but you cannot grow these.
So I took it out to grind the tofu. At first, the tofu skin and yuba were not dried properly!
If you come to eat in two days, it won’t be these dishes.
Our Hanhan said that he can produce hundreds of tofu dishes, but our Hanhan...where is Hanhan?
When the director was thinking about it, he turned around and looked around. He stood up and looked, but there was nothing there.
It’s time to eat, why is Hanhan missing? Oh my God!
"Where's Hanhan? Who has seen Hanhan?"
The village chief was worried. Why didn't the village guard come to my main table to eat?
"Catch two pheasants, wrap them in mud and roast them by the river!" Someone knew.
"There is also a domestic chicken." Someone else added.
"What's wrong with the chicken? If he wants to eat it, let him eat it," someone glared.
"I mean there are domestic chickens, I didn't say anything else." The person before was aggrieved.
"Let me take a look." The director couldn't eat anymore.
He walked towards the river, and when he got there, he heard a sound.
“Feed a little more wine, it’s almost done, remember how much, then go back and feed it to the other hens that have already cuddled up.
Get them drunk so that the chick can be stuffed under their belly.
Then they take the chick to eat and protect the chick.
If they attack the chicks, take the chicks out quickly.
It is usually diluted with their feces, that is, water, and sprayed on the chicks.
Another most important thing is to ensure that there is enough food.
If you want a hen to raise chicks, it's best to put some insects, that is, bugs on the ground.
In this way, some hens are willing to provide guidance even if they know that the babies they are raising are not their own and there is plenty of food. "
This is Zhu Wentian talking. He can no longer teach his friends with simple words.
He only braises two pheasants, and he drinks the domestic chickens to see if they are in good condition.
The chief shook his head and turned back with a smile.
…
The rapeseed flowers are blooming and everything is normal, which means that after the rice harvest, rapeseed and ramie can be planted. The only requirement is plowing.
A few days later, a large group of people came, all wearing official uniforms.
The magistrate, registrar, and county magistrate of Xuancheng County led a team over.
There is someone in Xihe Village who has a lot of things to do. Go report and report. It is said that the soil is very fertile, but farming like this is just a waste of the soil's resources.
When they learned that there was a local village that could do this, the officials were moved.
Heartbeat is not as good as action. Only by personal experience can you know whether you are fooled.
It’s time to plant all the crops in Xiaqiu Village, and land reclamation is currently underway.
The villagers are not afraid of being busy, but they are afraid of being busy in vain.
When officials go to a place, they first conduct secret visits to avoid being deceived.
They changed their clothes and came to the field as if they were playing.
Looking at the rows of field ridges dividing the land into pieces, I determined that it used to be paddy fields, and the field ridges were high to collect water.
The rapeseed in the field is growing vigorously, and the ramie in between is equally good.
There were two old men sitting on the edge of the field, sitting on stools rubbing the rope with hemp.
The old men were not surprised when they saw people coming. There are always people coming to see. What's there to see in a rapeseed?
The difference between the people who came this time and others was that they rode horses, and the horses were left far away and supervised to avoid entering the fields to eat.
The magistrate squatted in front of the rapeseed, looked at it carefully, touched the leaves with his hands, and then moved to the side to look at the hemp.
The chief secretary and the county magistrate followed suit. They looked at each other and both thought that rapeseed and ramie were growing well and would not delay each other.
The magistrate stood up, looked into the distance, and clenched his fists: "Xiaqiu Village has finished harvesting rapeseed and hemp this year, so life will be easier!"
He turned around and came to the two old men who were twisting the hemp rope. He looked at the eldest of them and asked, "My father-in-law, are you from Xiaqiu Village?"
The old man raised his head and looked at him: "Could it be that other villages came over to help Xiaqiu Village guard the land and twist the ropes?"
"What are you talking about, an old man?" the yamen servant who followed scolded him.
"Don't be rude." The magistrate didn't wait for the old man's reaction, but spoke of his own people first, then turned around and smiled: "Old man, I wonder who taught me how to plant rapeseed after rice?"
"The people in the village... found that after harvesting the rice, they still had the energy to do something idle, so they just planted something else."
The old man said with an "I didn't lie to you" look, with a sincere expression.
The county magistrate didn't believe it, but he couldn't accuse him, so he could only continue to laugh: "I think life is not going well, and I have no choice but to grow more. Is there enough food in the village?"
"If you have food, you can eat enough." The old man looked a little arrogant when he said this.
"Oh! Dad, I've been on my way for a long time. It's noon and I have brought food with me. Can I ask for a bowl of water?"
The magistrate wanted to go into the village and take a closer look. Shui Ma had it with him. He wanted to know what was eaten in the village.
The old man raised his eyes and looked at the sky: "Let's go back, third brother. Come together! Look at the dusty people and feed the horses for free."
The group of people walked towards the village and were indeed about to eat.
Some villagers ran to the mountain temple to call for help, and heard noises when they arrived.
"Don't talk about each other's shortcomings, rely on your own strengths. The messenger can be restored, but the desire of the weapon is difficult to measure. Explain every word according to what we said..."
Zhu Wentian gave a lecture to his friends in the mountain temple, Thousand Character Essay. The children had memorized the previous six sentences and understood the meaning, and were practicing writing.
"That's all for today. If you have any questions, ask me."
He saw someone coming and knew to go down to eat.
"Brother Hanhan!" the little girl reminded, winking.
"Oh! Hehe, hehehe..."
"Hey hey hey hey!" The friends cooperated.
"Hey hey hey!" The people who came over laughed and were happy. The village guard was very capable.
Before Zhu Wentian arrived at the place where he was eating, the smell wafted down the wind.
He sniffed: "Chicken stew?"
A villager said next to him: "The village chief brought grain to another village in the morning to exchange for chickens. The rice was not planted, and he didn't dare to eat the grain. The other village was willing to exchange it."
“You only plant the land once a year, so it’s hard to have enough to eat!”
Zhu Wentian understands that the yield per mu is small and there is a long idle period.
"Next year they will learn from our village and extract oil from rapeseed. If there is a lot of oil and water, they will not consume food." The villagers were very proud.
At this moment, the nine people from the county magistrate and two old men also smelled chicken.
"Old man, who killed the chicken? Oh! I didn't want to eat it."
He asked about it and hurriedly explained.
"Don't be afraid of eating. Just add a few pairs of chopsticks. The whole village will eat chicken today." The old man was very casual.
The magistrate and others were at a loss, the whole village was eating chicken? Having a hard time?
When I got to the place, I was even more stunned when I saw that tables were placed outside one by one, with big pots on them, and the villagers helped set things up.
Some people put large pottery basins on the table with both hands, and others brought rice bowls.
One table and one big pottery basin, is it really open to the whole village?
The pottery basin and bowl looked the same, but they actually had plates, and the chopsticks were made of bamboo. I think the villagers whittled them themselves.
What's going on in this village?
