"Aunt, I...I never thought this stick would be so soft."
Guan Ji stuttered.
She really didn't expect that this stick was much heavier than bamboo, but it was so unbreakable. I wonder if it is a precious thing of my aunt?
"It doesn't matter." Huang Yueying looked calm, "This is something that has to be broken to make it easier to eat."
"Eat?" Guan Ji looked dumb, holding up a stick folded into two sections, "Eat bamboo?"
"This is not bamboo." Huang Yueying laughed and said, "This is sugar cane unique to Jiaozhou."
"Jiaozhou sugar cane?" Guan Ji looked at the sugar cane in her hand in disbelief, "Can it be eaten?"
"Not only is it edible, but it is as juicy as honey. The way to eat it is to bite it and let the juice come out and then swallow it." Huang Yueying smiled slightly, "The stone honey that the King of Minyue presented to Emperor Gaozu was made from sugarcane juice. system."
Guan Ji imagined what it would be like to bite into something like bamboo, and she put down the sugar cane in her hand with a strange expression: "Isn't it too rude to eat like this?"
"So most people in the world don't know how to eat this food. That's why the barbarians in Jiaozhou eat it this way."
Huang Yueying shook her head and explained, "Besides, this thing is only grown in the Jiaozhou area. If it were in the prosperous times, only a few people in the northern Central Plains would know about this thing. After all, it is a tribute. There was a poem from Xiaowu: Tai "Zun Zhe Jian Xi Chao Bao, Zhe Jian refers to stone honey made from sugar cane."
"Then how did my aunt know about this thing? Where did this thing come from?"
Guan Ji asked curiously.
"It's a coincidence," Huang Yueying said with a smile, "I was in Jingzhou in the past, and my family had some knowledge. I had eaten stone honey and seen sugar cane, so I knew about it. As for how to get this thing, it was naturally that thing. The people from Wu sent it here."
"Soochow?" Guan Ji frowned.
"Isn't that right? A few days ago, the Han Dynasty sent Deng Zhi as an envoy to resume good relations with Soochow. Soochow recently sent some local products to repay the gift, including stone honey and sugar cane. People in the court , mostly due to ignorance.”
Speaking of this, Huang Yueying sneered, with a look of contempt on her face, "Soochow's mind is small and narrow. Even if they are on good terms, they still have to be petty. They also think they have a trick, thinking that no one can recognize the big man. I got these two things.”
With that said, Huang Yueying waved, called her servants to come forward, and ordered: "Go and bring up the bowl with the stone honey."
After the servants brought the stone honey, Huang Yueying pushed the bowl in front of Guan Ji, "Have a taste. This stone honey doesn't look like much, but it tastes extremely sweet."
The contents in the bowl were viscous and gray in color, making it really unappetizing.
Guan Ji hesitated for a moment, then looked at the sugar cane on the table, then carefully picked up the spoon, scooped up some, and took a small taste.
The fruit in the mouth was extremely sweet. Guan Ji felt that she had never tasted anything so sweet.
"Is there such a sweet thing in this world?" Guan Ji couldn't help but take another bite, "Is it the sweetest thing in the world?"
"It seems that your habit of eating sweets will never change in your life." Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji lovingly and smiled, "Looking at you like this, how long has it been since you had sweets? Not even in Hanzhong. Ask your Feng Langjun to make some ice cheese for you? You'll be silly eating it. Don't forget, isn't that honey more delicious than this stone honey?"
Guan Ji's face turned red, but she kept putting her hands into her mouth one spoon after another: "Who doesn't like sweet things?"
After all, Feng Yong did not let Zhao Guang go to Nanzheng again. This guy's ability to do things was really not reassuring. So Feng Yong simply asked Li Yi to go find Zhuge Qiao to inquire about the situation.
After all, Zhuge Qiao can be regarded as a member of the army, and Li Yi has the status of an angel. It will definitely be much easier to find out the information, and Li Yi has other things to do by the way.
Speaking of which, Li Yi followed him to Hanzhong, and he was diligent and hardworking along the way. Many things were accomplished by him.
How could he be like Zhao Guang? He was asked to go find his lover to do an errand, but he still put off doing it. He probably just wanted to kiss me.
If it weren't for Li Yi's dark psychology that made Feng Yong suspicious, he would have been regarded as a confidant by Feng Yong just based on his ability.
During the waiting days, Feng Yong finally couldn't hold back and started to return to his old job - being a rural teacher without a professional certificate.
In addition to the children who came from Fengzhuang, the teaching subjects also included Amei. The teaching content is no longer a thousand-character text, but has become Chinese Pinyin.
Zhao Guang, who had always regarded Chinese pinyin as Feng Yong's unique character, was shocked that Feng Yong would spread such an important thing to others. At the same time, he was also very interested, so one more person in the camp said "Ah, oh, goose" every day.
There is no harm without comparison. Only after Feng Yong became a teacher in this village did he understand why teachers like smart and good students.
Once taught, this kind of student is really very happy and gives people a sense of accomplishment.
Gouzi, who used to be number one every day, had to take a back seat after Amei got involved.
Amei's talent made Feng Yong feel pity for her. If she had been born in her own era, she would have been known as a top female student and a girl with high IQ.
There are only forty-seven initials and vowels, and Amei learned most of them in just a few days. It made Feng Yong wonder whether he would compile a real Chinese textbook if it continued at this level.
Think about when I was a child, I used old Chinese textbooks. After learning the initials and rhymes, I started to recite the jingle: "Ah, oh, goose... pick rice ears, pick pumpkins, herd cows, cut grass, feed rabbits, hide and seek……"
At the same time, the book is also accompanied by small figures and pictures.
Feng Yong thinks this is very good, integrating every bit of life into teaching.
If you don’t have rabbits to feed, you can cut grass to feed cattle and sheep instead!
There are good students who are liked by the teacher, and naturally there are bad students who are hated by the teacher. In the past, Niu Wa was used to compare with Gouzi, but now it is Zhao Guang who is in sharp contrast to Amei.
When you wake up in the morning and shout "Ah" to the sun, you hear the crowing of the rooster and say "Oh" again, and then say "uh" a few more times like a fool. It looks like you are studying hard, and learning comes and goes, but it is learning. After forgetting the last part, I forget the first part, and in the end I can't even distinguish the initial consonants and finals.
It made Feng Yong want to just tear open his brain and stuff the things he wanted to learn directly into it, so as not to get a stomachache from looking at his stupid look every day.
"Don't tell others that I taught you anything in the future, so as not to embarrass me!"
Feng Yong saw that Zhao Guang was once again troubled by whether the sound "yi" was an initial consonant or a final rhyme. He couldn't help but grab his clothes and said viciously.
"Look at Amei, she has to serve people every day and help with weaving. She even learns faster than you. Isn't it embarrassing?"
Then he saw the woolen sweater Zhao Guang was wearing inside, and his anger became even more intense: "I told you that you can't think of anything else except robbing things?"
When I see that the wool of the Qiang and Hu people is good, I want to rob it. When I see that the Qiang and Di people are useful, even the other party wants to rob it. Even if I see that I am wearing good things, I dare to rob it.
Damn it, the first woolen sweater that Gouzi’s mother knitted for her. After she took it off and put it on for him, she never got it back from this guy.
The weather in Hanzhong at this time is already cool and a bit chilly.
Feng Yong woke up to exercise in the morning and already felt a bit unbearable coldness.
In the end, I had no choice but to tell Amei to send a message to Gouzi’s mother and ask her to make another woolen sweater as soon as possible.
But this time the speed of making woolen sweaters seems to be much slower than last time.
"Amei, amei?"
Thinking of the woolen sweater, Feng Yongyong couldn't help but think of it again. In order to avoid being annoyed by the guy in front of him who could only "haha" and pretend to be stupid, he had to distract himself and shouted.
Amei, who was squatting at the door and scratching her head, came in and bowed silently.
"Last time I asked Gouzi's mother to redo a woolen sweater. How is the progress now? Why has it been so long and there is still no movement?"
Feng Yong had accidentally seen the woolen sweater on Zhao Guang's body, so he asked Amei to come in and ask.
Unexpectedly, when Amei heard this, her expression changed drastically, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt down: "Go back to the master, just... you will be fine soon."
It seems that this girl thought it was because Feng Yong felt that the progress was too slow and she wanted to blame him.
"It's okay. I'm just asking, don't be nervous."
Feng Yong reassured.
"Yes...yes, I'm sorry, my lord. It's my servant who deserves to die. I missed my lord's business."
Amei was still prostrate on the ground, her body trembling a little, and she didn't dare to get up.
This time, not only Feng Yong, but also Zhao Guang felt that Amei was a little weird.
"what happened?"
Feng Yong frowned, this girl, you just used her as an example to Zhao Guang, now you are burdening me? Don't give me face?
"Back to my lord, there was something wrong with the spinning wheel two days ago. It has been repaired, so the weaving is a bit slow."
Amei didn't dare to raise her head and whispered.
"Oh, so that's what happened."
It's normal for a loom to have problems. It's all made of wood, so it might break somewhere at some point.
Feng Yong is now asking people to make a batch of looms for those Qiang women to practice, but the time is relatively short and they are not ready yet. The only one that works in the camp is the one that Gouzi’s mother has.
"This has nothing to do with you. Why are you nervous? Get up first."
"Reply to my lord, that spinning wheel was... broken by my maidservant."
Amei's voice was almost like crying.
These days, Amei has been weaving with Gouzi's mother. Feng Yong knew it, but what he didn't expect was that she could break the spinning wheel.
Could it be said that if this world really has its strengths, it must also have its shortcomings?
Yaomei is not good at reading and writing, but she is clever and clever.
This Amei has a first-class IQ, but is clumsy?
"Did you break it? How did you break it?"
Feng Yongdeng was a little dumbfounded. Feng Yong had seen the current spinning wheel. The structure was simple and clear at a glance. It should be regarded as a relatively primitive type.
Simple means that it is easy to operate. I never thought that Amei could even break this and be considered a talent.
"Before the master asked me to make more clothes, my servant was following Gouzi's mother to spin cloth. I was thinking of adding something to the spinning wheel. I didn't think about it, so... just..."
Amei said.
"Add something to the spinning wheel?"
Feng Yong was stunned, thinking that Amei, who usually seemed quiet, was secretly someone who liked to tinker with things?
"It's okay. What do you want to add to the spinning wheel?"
"Yes, I know my mistake. I won't dare to do it again in the future."
Amei said with a trembling voice.
Feng Yong looked at Amei who was about to turn into a quail. He remembered that she took care of him properly on weekdays. In recent days, she had become very fond of her in her studies, so it was hard to talk about her now.
"Get up first. Why do you want to add something to the spinning wheel?"
"Yes. Thank you, Master."
After Amei stood up, she still lowered her head, not daring to look at Feng Yong, "My maid has been weaving with Gouzi's mother for a long time, and she will feel sore and numb in her waist and legs. The maid is thinking, Master, do that." Isn’t the chair just for the convenience of sitting more comfortably on weekdays?”
As he spoke, he quietly raised his head and glanced at Feng Yong. Seeing that he didn't blame her, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "My maid was wondering if we could change the appearance of the spinning wheel. Wouldn’t it be better to do it higher?”
"Why go to all this trouble? If you really want to sit on a chair and spin, wouldn't it be possible to just put the spinning wheel somewhere higher? Or just add a shelf under the spinning wheel?"
Feng Yong shook his head slightly, thinking that for such a simple thing, why would he need to dismantle the spinning wheel and redo it?
"My maid thought the same way at the beginning." Amei plucked up the courage, "I added a stand to the spinning wheel. This way, my feet will be free, which is indeed much more comfortable."
"Then how come you broke the spinning wheel?"
Feng Yong is even stranger.
"Originally everything was fine. But the servant girl kept kicking her feet against the shelf below while she was sitting there. She almost knocked over the spinning wheel several times. She just thought about giving her feet something to do, so...just..."
Feng Turtle's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked straight at Amei's feet.
Amei felt Feng Yong's burning eyes and was so frightened that she took two steps back and hid her feet in her skirt as much as possible.
"Take me to see it!"
Feng Yong couldn't care anymore. He pulled Amei and rushed directly to the house where Gouzi's mother usually spun.
Gouzi's mother was sitting at the spinning wheel spinning at this time. The spinning wheel had been raised a lot as Ah Mei said, but the bottom frame was probably a temporary addition and was a bit rough.
What Gouzi’s mother is sitting on is not a chair, but something that looks like a chair made of a few wooden boards.
There were also Gouzi and Niuwa in the house. There were strange-shaped pieces of wood under their feet, and they didn't know what they were messing with.
Seeing someone suddenly rushing in, the three people in the room looked over. When they saw that it was the master's house, they were so frightened that they quickly stood up and saluted and cheered.
Feng Yong ignored them and went around the spinning wheel a few times. Except for the temporary shelf, there was nothing else, which made Feng Yong a little disappointed.
"Tell me, what else do you want to add to this spinning wheel? To give your feet something to do?"
Feng Yong pointed to the spinning wheel and asked Amei.
"It's like...a millstone."
Amei stammered.
Feng Yong was really surprised this time. He turned around and held up Amei's head, looked around, and praised: "With this brain, it would be a pity not to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.
