Chapter 158 Grain Processing Guess the Voice (Fourth Update)

Style: Historical Author: One pot from the farmWords: 2202Update Time: 24/01/18 05:53:18
The villagers do not drink alcohol, and in hot weather they have to work outdoors, grinding flour for food.

Four waterwheels are connected to a threshing machine and a noodle grinder. The noodle grinder is a group of iron sheets made into sleeves, and then holes are drilled to make the sleeves. Bearings are used to rotate the sleeves and grind against each other.

As the sleeve is replaced with more and smaller holes, the surface grinded by the noodle grinder becomes finer, and at the same time, it can determine the proportion of tissue removed.

The threshing machine is simpler than the flour grinder. The hydraulic drive speed is not fast and there are not so many large and small gears.

When the imperial court changed crops, Xiaqiu Village used waterwheels to quickly thresh wheat, and another type of thresher was used when harvesting rice.

Now the soybean fields that the officials are watching after drinking are ready to be harvested, and they will ask other villagers for help.

Although two hundred acres of land would normally be harvested by one hundred people in one day, Xiaqiu Village did not have enough manpower.

There are many livestock and poultry in the village, which must be taken care of. Older people can no longer do hard work unless they are not as wealthy as they are now.

Pregnant nine people also have to be careful and only do things that are easy.

The children are responsible for studying, sleeping, growing up, and doing manual chores.

The people in the kitchen are responsible for cooking. They don't have to worry about other things. They have to work hard to practice their skills.

It is said that in the future, some people will be sent to Nanjing to sell boxed lunches instead of high-end meals, and they will take over the business of the Fuhua Building next door.

People in Xiaqiu Village began to shift towards technical and service-oriented jobs, reducing manual work.

Those who have studied well will be in technical management positions. Otherwise, all the work would have to be done by the villagers themselves, and they would be exhausted.

Tongzhi picked a pod with his hands, pinched it open and looked at it: "It is indeed ripe. I haven't eaten any edamame this year."

"If you plant them in rotation with wheat quickly, you can eat them when the time comes. If you plant soybeans after harvesting, you can eat them again."

The leader didn't believe that the other party would eat edamame at all. Everyone was planting the fields and waiting for the soybeans to mature. How many of them were willing to pick the beans in advance and cook them?

I have never eaten it in Xiaqiu Village, but I can eat it this year, and eat it openly, as long as there are some beans.

It is estimated that if the yield per mu of these beans is high, the court will come to replace the beans again, so they might as well sell most of them to the court and exchange a small part for their own consumption.

Otherwise, the soybeans produced on 20,000 acres of land would not be able to be eaten every day in the village, and there would be no place to store them.

I don’t know how to eat the wheat I replaced this year. How about selling steamed buns, bread, and cakes in stores in Nanjing?

The officials walked around under the sun and returned to their own buildings to work.

The headman called Hanhan back to the room: "Hanhan, I just remembered, what should I do with the wheat I changed? Thirty thousand shi!"

Zhu Wentian glanced at Li Chang in surprise, did you remember?

Of course, he did not blame the chief, but said seriously: "Sold to the palace, not to the court. We owe the palace more than three thousand taels of silver.

It will take a long time to return only a glass mirror, and we don’t dare to make money from the telescope, it’s just a cost.

In this way, His Royal Highness can take the food to the people. Wherever the people's lives are not good, he can send some wheat.

Thirty thousand shi of wheat is only over 6,000 taels of silver. Let’s pay back the money first, and we can borrow it later. "

"Yes! In terms of money, 30,000 shi of wheat is not much. From now on, we will be able to sell 4,000 gu of wheat to the Ningguo Mansion to provide student aid."

The director found that it was really not difficult. Once things are boiled down to silver coins, it makes people feel less.

“If we don’t sell wheat, we will pay for it. If it’s not easy to sell, the locals don’t eat much wheat, so they all grow indica rice.

Ningguo Prefecture was given wheat, and Ningguo Prefecture would find a way to arrange it. When everyone eats it and thinks it is good, they will learn from it as soon as wheat cultivation is promoted.

The common people don't understand so many things. Anyway, if you let them see you succeed in planting wheat, they will follow suit with suspicion and a hard-working mentality. "

Zhu Wentian's purposefulness is the same in all eras, and it is not just people who farm the land.

People who farm the land are the most conspicuous. They usually farm like this. If someone suddenly farms something else, they will say: Just mess around! There is a saying about where to plant what and when.

When others make money after planting in the first year, they say: It just happened to be good luck. Can this be done every year?

The next year they made money again, oh! This seems to work! No, if it doesn't work, it will take a year.

In the third year, others will continue to make money, so they must sow, and they cannot earn all the money.

Then everyone grows something, and the other person switches to something else. The quantity of what they grow is too large and cannot be sold at a high price. It is not as good as what they originally grew!

This is especially true for the people of the Ming Dynasty. One is guaranteed, and the other may not be able to do it with the help of manpower.

"Sure, do as you say, Hanhan. If you weren't the village guard, our village wouldn't be like you."

The head of the village admitted that after harvesting the rice, he was already exhausted and had to rent animals to plant rapeseed together with ramie.

Someone else, not the government official, could do it. Only the village guard moved the stolen bundles in the field first, and then the villagers followed.

"Yeah! Keep it." Zhu Wentian responded.

"Hey hey hey hey." The manager rushed to say "hey, hey, hey." He said, "I'll go back to work first and take a rest."

"I'm leaving, your house. Hey hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian called to the liangzhang who was about to go out.

Li Chang: "..."



"It's too hot and stuffy. Boil mung bean water, add salt and sugar, and give it to everyone in the imperial city. Is Biao'er here?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was commenting on the title book. It was not cool at all in the palace. It was late today and there was no wind. I was sweating even when I was lying on the bed. It made me wish I could keep soaking in the water.

Zhu Yuanzhang was worried about someone suffering from heatstroke, so he asked for mung bean water to be prepared for the ministers and people in the harem who were working in various places.

As he said that, he heard someone calling His Highness. He looked up at the door and saw the big boy coming in.

"Father, let's have some mutton soup tonight, and Xiaqiu Village will have it at noon." Zhu Biao put the letter in his hand on the case.

"It's good to drink mutton soup." Zhu Yuanzhang said casually, reading the letter, and asked Liao Yongzhong how to ask the navy to run upstream of the enemy.

"What does this mean?" Zhu Yuanzhang didn't understand, so he could just ask Liao Yongzhong? Then why can't Liao Yongzhong do anything now?

"Are you asking?" Zhu Biao was equally confused.

"Ask, send it out immediately." Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care about the answer for now. Time was tight, so he wrote a letter.

The letter was delivered to Guizhou as quickly as possible. Zhu Yuanzhang continued to approve it for a while. After all the question books were approved, it was still dark and the summer sky was long.

People from Kunning Palace came over and asked if they wanted to eat there. Zhu Yuanzhang took the people back directly.

When they arrived at the place, the Crown Princess was mixing cold dishes with Queen Ma, which included mung bean flour, cucumber shreds, Qianzhang shreds, radish shreds, shredded fried eggs, coriander, soy sauce, mature vinegar, sugar, salt and minced garlic.

This dish is sour, sweet and refreshing on a hot day, and it goes best with wine.

"Don't add too much vinegar. Some people don't want to eat something too sour. What they want to eat is the radish skin with mature vinegar!"

Empress Ma explained the key points of cooking to her daughter-in-law. The princess indeed had never learned to cook at home, just like Zhu Biao didn't know how to cook.

"Come on, sister, help us take a look at what this means?" Zhu Yuanzhang handed over the letter.

Empress Ma scanned it, frowned slightly, and then said, "The master knows the method, and he also knows that Liao Yongzhong will come up with a method if asked."