"Hanhan, is it stuffy in the mosquito net?" The resident stood next to the shelf and looked at the two small lights on the bracket of the kite net in the river.
"No, the house is hot, the river is full of fish, hehe!" Zhu Wentian carefully got out of the mosquito net.
He picked up a long dip net from the side, fished it out on the moving net, picked up the wheat fish that used to suck oil and water to eat, and put it into the net along the river.
He couldn't sleep. The village had a bumper wheat harvest, and he felt a sense of accomplishment. Food was the basis of people's livelihood. With food in his hands, he didn't panic. Down to earth and beaming with joy.
The village made a show of reporting the method to the court, and the entire Ming Dynasty would promote scientific breeding.
It is absolutely impossible to expect the people to farm scientifically. If the imperial court takes the lead in solving the seed problem, everything else will be easy to handle.
The manager looked at the fish caught by Hanhan and shook his head gently: "Small fish are difficult to cook and there is little meat."
"Bread the children and fry them. Tomorrow, ask the boat manager to change the small hole net, catch a handful of fish, and braise the fish for everyone. It's too hot to eat."
Zhu Wentian caught another fish in the net. There were no big fish, they were all about one inch.
"How can you not eat when you have something to eat? It's not like eating chaff. Just catch the small ones. The big ones will also be in the net. The small ones have more thorns."
The chief didn't think there was anything wrong with eating. He was tired from working and would feel really hungry if he didn't eat.
"When fish with many thorns is simmered for a long time, the thorn edges will become crispy. When it cools down, use a shovel to scoop it out. The fish meat will not break into pieces and will still taste delicious."
Zhu Wentian has a way to deal with it. In order to eat, Chinese people have come up with many tricks. Even the smallest fish and shrimp can be made delicious.
Thinking of this, he looked at the chief: "The village makes rain dew, which is like soy sauce. It is made with koji, which can shorten the fermentation time. It is then made with high salt and eaten after two years."
"Okay!" The village chief thought about it carefully. He had never heard of it, so he just did it. The soy sauce village already eats its own brew, which really saves money.
There were also bean paste, fermented bean curd, stinky tofu, and vinegar. However, I didn’t eat the vinegar because it was young. I bought older ones from other places. I bought a dozen jars at a time and kept them well.
By boat, there are rivers from where the village is to Dangtu and Xuancheng.
The one that goes to Xuancheng is Juxi, and the one that goes to Dangtu is the river connecting Danyang Lake and the Yangtze River. A short walk along the Yangtze River is Dangtu County, which is right next to the village.
"When we change crops with the imperial court this year, ask the imperial court to provide more wheat in a few places, and we will mark it and plant it.
If the seeds are planted in one place for a long time, the yield will decrease and must be replaced with other places.
Be careful that the emperor does not allow people to move around at will, and can only officially organize changes. One change can solve the problem for three to five years.
It is best to exchange between neighboring counties. Food grown in places too far away may not be suitable for the local area, and the yield may be lower. "
Zhu Wentian doesn't care whether Zhu Yuanzhang's restriction on population movement is correct or not, the seeds must flow.
Now that the country has just been founded, Zhu Yuanzhang is worried about people running around and making trouble. Normally, people do not go out all the time and only come out when buying and selling things.
The head of the village listened carefully and realized that this was not a matter of the village, but related to the entire Ming Dynasty and was a national policy.
"Livestock is the same as crops. You cannot expect one breeding pig to take care of all the pigs. No matter how good it is, the population will degenerate..."
Zhu Wentian talked about the livestock problem again, and he told it to the head of the village. When it was time to watch the ceremony, someone asked the head of the village, and the head of the village had to answer.
The chief of the first village in the Ming Dynasty must be the first chief of the village in the Ming Dynasty. He must be able to manage the village well and know more.
'Poof! 'A black fish suddenly jumped up and went straight to the wheat fish that was drinking oil and water around the flesh.
"Fish!" shouted the manager.
The net in Zhu Wentian's hand moved and retracted, and a snakehead fish estimated to weigh four kilograms was brought ashore.
"The black fish also bites at night, but it's a pity that it's too small. Let's make some soup for the village elder!"
Zhu Wentian took out a knife, processed the snakehead fish by the river, separated the internal organs and threw them on two nets.
"Hanhan, you go to bed earlier." The headman said as he helped put the fish on with grass and carried it back.
"Yeah! Sleep!" Zhu Wentian nodded.
Then the two of them started having fun together.
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Zhu Wentian woke up at dawn, caught another fish, closed the net, and squatted there to squeeze the entrails of the wheat fish.
Don't throw the offal into the water, but feed it to the chickens and ducks. They love to eat it, especially the chicks and ducks, and the big ones will protect them while they eat.
He took care of it and took it back to the village to the canteen, leaving the place where he slept yesterday untied.
People from other villages had already gone to work in the fields while Zhu Wentian was squeezing fish. Each person drank a bowl of porridge, ate a few mouthfuls of pickles, picked up a sickle and went to the fields.
We came here for lunch at noon. When we woke up in the morning, the weather was cool and the ground was not so sunny.
I need to rest after lunch. Today we have mutton soup again. There is less mutton offal and more mutton. Fill a half bowl with it and then ladle out the oily soup.
The staple food is pork stuffed siomai. When mixing the stuffing, extra rapeseed oil is added. When the dish is dipped in vinegar or soy sauce, the oil will gurgling out.
Zhou Zong took one bite at a time and ate three of them before stopping to drink the soup: "Eating in your village will help you gain weight. It's good to have more big animals!"
He brings people to participate in the harvest, otherwise, others are doing the work and they are watching?
All the innocent people ran to the fields to help pack the animals and carry them to the animals, while other children led the animals to transport them back and forth.
The advantage of having a large number of livestock in the village is revealed. They go directly to the fields with the racks, without anyone picking them up.
"In another two or three years, all villages in the county will have more than 50 large livestock."
The village chief's thoughts were on other villages, but he would still lend animals to others, even if other villages chipped in to buy them.
Interplanting twice a year, plus the wheat planted after clearing the land, as long as you are not lazy, you can buy a lot of big livestock in three years at most.
Unless people from other villages are unwilling to chip in to buy it, then they deserve to be poor, and outsiders cannot help, let alone not help.
Zhou Zong imagined a group of big animals in each village and said, "Xuancheng County will then become the first county in the Ming Dynasty, and your village will be the first village in the Ming Dynasty."
"There are also salt merchants! They make a lot of money." The head of the village shook his head.
"How can they make money compared to you? You have money and don't want to make it."
Zhou Zong disagreed. Salt merchants need to send grain and grass to the army, and then exchange for salt and sell it with salt. A large group of people have to be fed. The journey is long. How much money can they make in one trip?
The things sold in Xiaqiu Village are all low-cost and high-priced. Once you make a batch, leave them there and sell them when you need the money.
If the village wants to make money, it can transport goods further along the Yangtze River, and a shipment of goods can be exchanged for a shipment of money.
"My village doesn't need that much cash. If I keep it in the house, I'm always worried that someone will steal it or rob it."
The head of the village admitted that he could make money, but decided not to do it. Life in the village was good enough.
"Grab, fight, eh! Hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian raised his head to brush his presence.
"Hanhan is right. Does your village know how to make handguns?"
When Zhou Zong heard what Hanhan said about beating, he thought of firearms and sent them to the villagers to make copper and cast them. Could it be that he couldn't do it?
The director hesitated: "Uh! Look again, it's almost here, it's almost here."
He knew the progress. The first gun would be made before going to Nanjing. It was just one gun. The design given by Hanhan was too laborious to make.
