Zhao Guang naturally knows Feng Yong's craftsmanship.
Thinking back to the beginning, half of the reason why he stayed in Fengzhuang was because of Fengzhuang's food.
With Zhao Guang as a free labor force, Feng Yong was naturally not polite and asked Zhao Guang to help him grind mung beans on the spot.
"By the way, I haven't seen Mrs. Huang for a long time. I wonder how she is doing?"
Feng Yong gathered the ground beans and asked Zhao Guang, who was working hard to grind them.
At that time, when Feng Yong and others were still in Nanzheng, Huang Wudie came to the camp twice before winter. But after it got cold, I never saw her again.
Later, after Zhao Guang went to Yang'an Pass, she never appeared again.
"My sister will go back to Jincheng every winter. After all, it is warmer there than Hanzhong."
Well, the life of a rich woman is indeed much happier than that of a country bumpkin. In winter, she can even find a warm place to live.
A job like pushing a stone mill is not easy for someone like Zhao Guang, who practices martial arts all year round. He was pushing the millstone with one hand while talking to Feng Yong.
"After my sister returned to Hanzhong in the spring, she not only had to be busy with spring plowing, but didn't the court say that she can rent laborers? She also wanted to reclaim the land that had been abandoned before, so she never had time to come here."
Well, rent labor...
Hearing Zhao Guang say this, Feng Yong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
I heard that the imperial court rented a laborer one min per month, and if he died, he would have to pay one hundred min.
There are at least several thousand prisoners of war in Hanzhong today, right?
After a month, you can have a few thousand coins. After a year, you can have tens of thousands of coins. Maybe you can have a hundred thousand coins.
Old Demon Zhuge makes money so easily.
There is also this textile workshop. He took some grain in his left hand to fool the barbarians. He threw the overturned wool at himself with his right hand and took away half of the cloth.
I want to go to Ju County to exchange some things with the barbarians and I need to apply...
In this regard, Feng Tuchel just wanted to say, the referee came off the field to participate in the game. It was really a foul!
But he remembered that he was harvesting grain in Jincheng now, and he was using the asymmetry of information to trap the Shuzhong aristocratic families again. By next spring, when the aristocratic families who sold grain to him figured it out, they would probably be cursed by villains. By myself.
Under this situation, he had no other good option except to continue to hug Old Demon Zhuge's thigh.
So Feng Yong, the local idiot, still has to continue to say: rbq, rbq!
Since rbq, let’s continue with our own little life.
After Li Qiu found out that Feng Yong was going to cook in person, he originally wanted to persuade him.
But when he saw Zhao Guang willingly pulling the strings, and then looked at Guan Ji's accustomed look on the sidelines, and finally thought about the rumors about his brother in Jincheng, he wisely shut his mouth at that moment.
My brother is very different from ordinary people. He never cares about other people's opinions.
After grinding the mung beans, soak them in water, wash and drain.
Then take out the millet that has been soaked in warm water in advance, drain it, and mix it with ointment and salt.
"With all the anointing oil and salt my brother put in it, I'm afraid there won't be any more delicious corn millet in the world."
Guan Ji and Amei couldn't intervene and could only stay and watch.
When she saw Feng Yong shaking the oil and salt in the millet evenly, Guan Ji said.
I am rich and eat delicious food, who can control me?
Anyway, even the emperor these days is a country bumpkin in Feng Yong's eyes.
What kind of delicious food can a country fellow who doesn’t even own an iron pot cook?
"Where are the rice dumpling leaves, are they cooked?"
Feng Yong asked Amei who was preparing to learn how to make rice dumplings.
"Wash it, wash it."
Amei answered quickly and ran over in small steps to bring over the cooked and washed rice dumpling leaves.
After all the preparations have been done in advance, you can make rice dumplings.
Put your legs together, put a few pieces of rice dumpling leaves on your legs, scoop up a handful of rice and put it on the rice dumpling leaves, use your fingers to make a small groove, then put a layer of ground mung beans, and then put a piece of marinated rice on it. of venison.
Zongzi made from streaky pork are authentic, but good pork will only be eaten when the time comes.
Pig pens these days are often connected to the huts.
The rice fields pulled out by people fell directly into the pig pen for the pigs to eat...
too disgusting.
Where did the pork tapeworm come from?
Isn't this the reason why they are constantly circulating in humans and pigs?
Also, although the ancients have long known that pigs are raised after castration, the meat is delicious and easy to gain weight.
However, due to poor castration technology, or to be precise, poor wound disinfection technology, castrated piglets are prone to wound infection and death.
Therefore, most of the pigs these days have not been castrated, and the meat on their bodies has a filthy smell.
For people in this age who are often hungry, as long as it is meat, it is precious, and naturally there are no such high requirements.
But for Feng Yong, can this kind of meat be eaten? So of course it is better to choose venison.
It was only after he had such a large textile workshop that he thought about building a pig farm and feeding the pigs with water from the canteen.
It's a good thing to be able to raise them. Even if you don't eat them, it's still good as a reward for those workers.
After all, the greater the labor intensity, the more high-calorie food is needed to support it.
Meat is by far the best source of energy.
Even if everyone died of swine fever, it would only be a waste of free manpower and water, not much loss.
Feng Yong placed another layer of mung beans and millet on top of the venison, crossed the rice dumpling leaves and bent them down, then pinched them and stood them up. He then arranged the millet inside and wrapped the rice dumpling leaves at the other end in the same way. Finally, he took out the rice dumpling leaves. Thin lines wrap it into an arch.
I put the wrapped rice dumplings in my hand and tossed them twice. Well, although my skills are a bit rusty, they are not wasted at last.
Just because the rice dumpling leaves are a little small, the rice dumplings are not as big as I remember.
Guan Ji looked at the zongzi in Feng Yong's hand, reached out and took it over to look at it, and said a little curiously, "Brother, did you really make it? It's just that it looks different from usual ones?"
Silly girl!
Sanniang who has never eaten salty rice dumplings is not a good girl.
"Zongzi, I didn't say it must be that way. My kind of rice dumplings are the best way to make rice dumplings in my sect."
Feng Yong explained.
"If it's the usual kind of millet, you can add some dates to it, and it will taste better. What's the point of eating just millet?"
Feng Yong said and looked at Amei again, "Do you see clearly?"
Amei nodded, "Go back to my lord, your servant can give it a try."
"Okay, come on."
After Amei sat down, she imitated Feng Yong's example, put her legs together, spread out rice dumpling leaves, put rice, mung beans, venison...
Well, the process is very simple, there’s nothing much to say about this.
The difficulty lies in how to make the rice dumpling leaves wrap the rice tightly without leaking out.
After Amei pinched one corner, she probably had no experience doing it for the first time, so some of the millet inside was not sorted out and some leaked out. However, this girl learned quickly and there was no problem with the second corner.
A rice dumpling quickly took shape in her hands.
"Master..." Amei raised her head and glanced at Feng Yong, "Is this okay?"
Not interesting!
Feng Tubiao still wanted to see how rice would leak out after Amei wrapped it, but he was disappointed.
He forgot that Mei was a genius.
How could a genius be made fun of by a rubbish?
At that moment, he had no choice but to curl his lips and pretend not to care and said, "It's not bad. I'll try to make the bag look nicer next time."
"Yes, my lord."
When I was learning how to make zongzi, I was teased for a long time before I learned it. Unexpectedly, Amei learned it after watching it once.
It's boring, it's really boring. The scumbag and the top student are not from the same world.
