"Yichang! You see, the officials in the county and the government all care about your village. It's hard for us to promote them even if we want to."
Zhu Yuanzhang saw a group of people coming on horseback and knew that the other party was not in good condition, so he deliberately talked to the leader.
"Your Majesty, it is better not to be promoted than to be promoted. Once all matters in the Ningguo Mansion are stabilized, it will not be too late to be promoted."
The head of the village understood and asked the officials who came all the way to take a few more breaths and drink some water.
"Hanhan! How about I get some wheat and we can grind it into flour, and I can learn how to make dumplings for my father and mother to eat tonight?"
Prince Zhu Biao also cooperated. He saw that the officials who arrived looked unhappy due to the heat and the rush.
It's only time now, and the other party's horse is being ridden by one person and two people. They have to run here at dawn, changing horses again on the way.
And these are the officials that the Ming Dynasty needs. Those who take the imperial examination, even though they can also ride horses and archery, they are not proficient at all.
You only know how difficult it is to ride a horse for a long distance. After the official dismounted, no one rubbed his inner thighs, which proved that he knew how to protect himself.
Otherwise, if you ride a fast horse from the county town, your legs will be trembling and the inner thighs will be worn out.
"Yeah! Grip, bag! Hey hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian agreed.
So someone went to get the wheat. Of course it was not the one harvested yesterday. The one was still drying!
The little girl watched and turned around to take her friends to another mill.
Zhu Wentian and the prince were grinding with a big mill, and Zhu Wentian had nothing to do. He couldn't remind Zhu Biao that this was not suitable for grinding noodles, because his character didn't allow it!
Zhu Biao helped sweep it and then added grains of wheat. He found it very interesting.
Then the little girl came back with someone to carry it and grind it. This is the one who grinds the surface. The grinding depends on the size of the grain.
Like grinding sesame seeds to get sesame oil, the texture is almost invisible and it is very fine, so it is called small sesame oil grinding.
The same is true for making tofu. The finer the grinding, the more tofu will be produced, and the more labor will be consumed.
Grind the soaked beans as much as possible, then put them in a cloth bag and squeeze them with your hands over and over again. What comes out is soy milk.
Then cook the soy milk. During the cooking process, you can choose tofu skin or yuba. Anyway, the more you choose, the less tofu will be.
Then grind it finely, and even leave almost no bean dregs, and you will get more tofu. The key lies in grinding and time and labor costs.
When grinding tofu normally, one pound of beans will produce about two pounds and three ounces of tofu, and at the same time there will be more than three pounds and three ounces of bean dregs, and some even more than four ounces.
If you continue to grind this bean dregs, you can get more soy milk and tofu.
But grinding it like this with a stone mill is not possible. Who doesn’t know that less bean dregs means more tofu? Everyone tries to grind it as finely as possible.
Generally, you don’t throw away the bean dregs. You can use radish to fry the meatballs. If you don’t want to use oil, you can boil the meatballs in boiling water.
The same goes for grinding noodles. Zhu Biao finally reacted and called Hanhan to change the grinding wheel.
Zhu Wentian doesn't care anymore and wants to play with you.
This big mill is used to grind wheat flour and make dumplings. It is theoretically possible, but grinding it once is not enough. What about grinding it 10,000 times? What about a million times?
After all, the coarse particles will be ground again and again, and even the grinding groove will be smoothed, grinding between the two mirror surfaces.
Magistrate Song and others drank cold drinks and enjoyed the coolness under the trees. It was obvious that the prince did not understand, but no one dared to laugh.
Zhu Yuanzhang was very satisfied. He operated it himself. If he found out that he was wrong, he would correct it and he would get it right in the future. He understood that the big mill was not suitable for grinding flour.
He seemed to like Hanhan better, spinning around in circles, not pushing as hard as others with one hand.
Then he reproduces the previous cooperation with Biao'er when harvesting wheat. Whenever Biao'er wants to sweep or add food, Hanhan always has a delay in his steps.
When the speed changes, the continuity of the movements remains unchanged, so this mark is very handy.
Hanhan, this kid doesn't have a very good brain, but his mind is very flexible! I want to always work hard and know how to cooperate with others, otherwise his strength...
'Chirp chirp chirp...'
'Puff puff……'
"Protect Your Majesty!"
"Protect the prince!"
the guards yelled.
"What are you calling me for? Pick up the thief, roast it and eat it, wipe the skewer clean and give it to Hanhan, and wash it with soapy water."
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't move. Some sparrows flew over just now. Biao'er was adding grains of wheat, and the birds were rushing to peck at them.
At that moment Hanhan took action. He used one hand to grind and the other to grab the stick and flew away. Six sparrows flew to the ground, while the others ran far away.
"Wait!" Zhu Wentian shouted to stop. He ran to the position under the tree, grabbed a handful of small pebbles and put them in his pocket.
After coming back: "Let's go! Bird, fight! Hey hey hey hey!"
"Hanhan, this is how you got good at flying sticks? Hunting poultry, fish, and birds."
Zhu Biao was not afraid at all, but found it fun, what a master! A real master.
At that moment, I didn't even know that Hanhan was flying the lottery. Hanhan was pushing the wheel while he kept adding things.
"Hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian was too lazy to say any more words.
"How is it?" Zhu Yuanzhang turned to ask Zhou Zong, who was the sword-wielder of the Prince's Mansion.
"You can't hit it if you don't get close. The sign is so accurate, and the force is well controlled. It stuck the sparrow, but it didn't go through, and it didn't fly very far.
He knows what force can hit a sparrow until the stick remains in the sparrow's body. When he wants to kill someone, the speed will be much faster.
Hanhan just took out ten sticks at a time, instead of holding four sticks between his five fingers and then loosening his fingers.
The method he uses is twisting. When twisting, he knows the position of the sign, so he can fly out and shake his wrist. "
Zhou Zong gave his answer, and he was also very scared. He knew that Hanhan was very strong and the iron sticks could fly quickly and accurately.
"Why don't the remaining four fly?" Zhu Yuanzhang didn't see clearly what just happened.
"The location is not good, and it is easy to fly to the people around you. Your Majesty, how many people are there next to you? Those six are the most suitable.
The sparrow that can fly higher does not need to use sticks to fly, so Hanhan will not fly anymore. "
Zhou Zong's level is sufficient. The sword-wielding warrior who protects the prince is absolutely powerful in terms of force, unless he goes to the mountain temple at night...
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced around after hearing this and found that there were indeed many people. The six sparrows that had been flown just now were all in the gaps among the crowd.
"It would have been nice if we had Hanhan when we were fighting." Zhu Yuanzhang was annoyed again.
As long as Hanhan is given enough iron sticks, when everyone is fighting in close quarters, he will be able to cover his friendly forces and kill the enemy crazily.
Not to mention far away, within ten or twenty steps, he can avoid his own people and hit the enemy with flying sticks.
He is so strong that he can carry many iron sticks at one time.
There are such people on the battlefield, and they are all taken care of by the enemy. Hanhan can be used as a three-quarter cow, so give him heavy armor!
Then a heavy shield came to block him completely, and he freed up one hand to fly the iron stick...
'Puff puff...' Zhu Wencai doesn't care what others think! He did it on purpose.
So what if the sparrow can't fly? How many bites can I take? The real time to eat is when wheat is harvested, and even more so when rice is harvested.
His flying fortune sticks give people a fixed impression. In many people's minds, civil and military forces are separate and polarized.
He is only seventeen years old. He is very powerful in terms of physical strength and reflexes, but others ignore other aspects. He must be superior in intelligence.
Also, it will be a little later, so I can open a single chapter and ask for tickets after it is finished!
(End of chapter)
