Feng Yong turned around and saw that it was Zhang Bao.
All I heard was Zhang Bao say, "Since you can give Anguo one more piece, I think you won't mind giving me one more piece.
Why?
Guan Xing is my brother-in-law, what do you mean to me...cough!
Forget it, for Zhang Xingyi's sake, just give it, it's no big deal.
"Well, no problem, I will write two more copies, and Zhang Junhou will also get one."
"You are no longer a prince, but you have become a prince. Pay attention to your words and deeds."
Guan Xing frowned and said, "Besides, Xingwu and I are brothers and sisters. Why do you need to be so hostile to Xingwu when you call me brother?"
Feng Yong began to sweat slightly on his forehead again. One was his brother-in-law, and the other was the brother of his ex-girlfriend, and these two were good brothers. It seemed that things were not going well...
Zhang Bao seemed to see Feng Yong's thoughts, glanced at him, and expressed concern with his eyes.
Guan Xing coughed and said, "Nanxiang is your territory. If Si Niang goes there, people should pay attention to it, but don't let her suffer any injustice."
"No, no, no," Feng Yong wiped his forehead, "I have already passed on the news, so that people can watch carefully."
You actually sent the news a long time ago?
Upon hearing this, Guan Xing glanced at Feng Yong meaningfully.
Zhang Bao also squinted over at the same time, with a strong sense of defensiveness in his eyes: What do you want to do?
What can I do? It's you who asked me to help you keep an eye on me. I told you that I had sent the news a long time ago and you look at me like this. What do you mean?
It’s so boring!
"Brothers, I'll go and order the chef to cook first."
Feng Yong really couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so he had to grease the soles of his feet.
Guan Xing and Zhang Bao looked at each other and didn't say anything. Feng Yong stepped back in embarrassment, "Um, brothers, what do you want to eat? I asked the cook to make some as well."
Alas, there were a lot of people outside calling him brother. Now when he got back to the house, there were two more brothers, which was a bit unaccustomed.
Guan Xing pondered for a moment, "The pig's trotters that Sanniang brought home last time tasted good, very delicious, and chewy when eaten. There were several big ones, big pig's trotters."
"big……"
Feng Yong opened his mouth, groaned, and twitched the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Bao, on the other hand, was a little surprised and surprised when he heard that Guan Xing wanted to eat pig trotters, "Is that thing edible?"
Guan Xing nodded, "You can't eat anything made by others, but this little... well, the one made by Feng's house is outstanding. If Sanniang hadn't said it was made with pig's trotters when we ate it for the first time, I still don’t believe it.”
"Since An Guo said so, let me have a few too." Zhang Bao nodded and said emphatically to Feng Yong, "Big pig's hooves."
Feng Yong:......
"Brothers, I am not a big pig's hoof."
Feng Yong said weakly and weakly.
Guan Xing glanced at Feng Yong worriedly, "Are you okay? Why are you talking nonsense?"
I thought, could it be that His Majesty and the Queen suddenly came to Feng's house, which made the brother-in-law too nervous, causing the old illness to relapse?
"No one said you were a big pig's hooves, they told you to be a big pig's hooves."
Zhang Bao also said something.
What the hell...
I don’t want to be a big pig’s hoof either!
Feng Yong glanced at the innocent two people resentfully and retreated in despair.
After a while, the aroma of food began to fill the house.
The food in the Feng Mansion never disappoints anyone. At the banquet, Adou took a bite and praised it. His chubby face looked even more round and happy because his mouth was full of food.
In particular, I have a special liking for braised pork, and my mouth is full of oil after eating it.
Even Zhang Xingcai, a woman, showed no sign of weakness. Not only did she wipe away all the sweet and sour pork ribs on her plate, but Feng Yong even saw on her face that he was still unfinished.
So he hurried down and asked someone to make a few more portions of each dish, thus satisfying the appetites of several people.
Before leaving, Adou packed up all the uneaten food at his house. Even Guan Xing wanted to keep two pig trotters and take them back to his house to eat slowly, but Adou took them away.
"Brother, don't worry. Although the pig's trotters are gone, there is still half a fan of pork in the kitchen. What else do you want to eat? I will ask the cook to make more later and have them delivered later."
Feng Yong quietly comforted Guan Xing.
Meat at this time is still very precious to most people.
During the Han Dynasty, pork was not only not relegated to the lowly status it was in the Tang and Song Dynasties, but on the contrary, its status was improved compared to the pre-Qin period.
There is a record in "Huainanzi" written by Liu An, a royal family member of the Western Han Dynasty: If the husband's food is big and the pig is the top sacrifice, it is not the pig that can be better than the wild beast elk, but the gods eat it alone...
In other words, pork is the best meat and is usually used to sacrifice to the gods.
There are even dedicated pig farmers in the homes of big landowners.
However, before Nanxiang started raising pigs on a large scale, most people in the world raised pigs, which was called pig herding, that is, they drove the pigs to the wild to forage, just like herding cattle and sheep.
Pigs raised in this kind of herding style have extremely fierce personalities. Most people really can't be a pig butcher. At least strong strength is a necessary condition.
After pigs are castrated, they will become docile and will not jump over the fence, making them suitable for fattening.
As the castration technology in Nanxiang matured, it became popular to raise pigs in houses in Hanzhong.
The manor-style agriculture in Hanzhong provides part of the food source for raising pigs, and part of it comes from pigweed in the wild. Some people even follow the example of Nanxiang, planting bamboo heads in large areas and using the stems and leaves as feed.
And the heads of the bamboo basket underground can be dug and used as food rations for the slaves in the manor.
From this point of view, Mrs. Xu, who originally planned to sell Nuan Tan to Feng Yong, but was finally thrown into the field by Feng Yong, played an important role.
Having solved the problem of feed sources, it was only natural that this method of raising pigs would become popular, and it even began to spread to Jincheng.
Wu Ming, the leader in the castration industry today, is the famous "Knife" in Hanzhong. He leads his apprentices around the pig houses of various manors in Hanzhong all day long. Wherever he goes, pigs wailing and chickens and dogs jump.
Every time he attracts crowds of people to watch, he feels the envy and admiration in their eyes, which makes Wu Ming feel that his life has reached a climax, that his life has reached its peak.
Wu Ming is now one of the most popular people in Hanzhong among the managers of various estates. Every time he helps castrate pigs and chickens for other families, his pockets feel bulging.
The rise of the pig industry, in addition to providing meat to various households, also supplies large quantities of meat to Nanxiang's workshops, ranches and mines, so that Nanxiang's meat supply is finally no longer tight.
Especially in the mines, it is hard work, with a lot of labor and a lot of calories that need to be supplemented.
If there is no meat supplement, the food consumed is staggering, and it may not provide enough calories.
Wu Ming asked Wu Ming to take his apprentices to various pig farms to help with castration. First, he wanted his apprentices to accumulate more experience. Second, Feng Yong wanted to promote the pig industry as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the first industry with output effects in Nanxiang's education industry.
Now some people have begun to think of ways to poach Wu Ming's apprentices, and the price paid is not low.
It is a pity that everyone underestimates the importance Feng Yong attaches to the education industry - the castration industry also falls within the management scope of Nanxiang's education circles.
In addition to the shackles that were tied to them overtly and covertly, Nanxiang was known as the place where demons danced, and naturally it had a special aspect compared to other places.
For example, Wu Ming has the status of an official subordinate to the Yizhou Diannong School Lieutenant. Although it is a very small official title, and it may not be regarded as an official position recognized by the imperial court.
But for the poor people in Nanxiang who have just struggled to survive from the food and clothing line, it is already something they have been longing for for three lifetimes.
Although only one Wu Ming can wear the official hat, at least this is a kind of hope, a hope that cannot be seen elsewhere.
There is also a school where future generations can learn to read and write, which is enough for those Guizhou heads who have just turned over and become good people to stay here.
Not to mention the benefits of having enough food and clothing, and a bright future for our children and grandchildren.
How can this be given by other places that still regard them only as low-status craftsmen?
Therefore, Nanxiang Gongfang Ranch is still a place where the broad masses of people want to settle down.
Compared with other places in Hanzhong, Nanxiang at this time was like Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou in later generations, with a strong attraction.
With the large influx of people, there are abundant human resources, and Feng Yong can reserve talents more unscrupulously.
Now Fengzhuang already has a large piggery, and there are even two castrations on the farm, both of whom were apprentices under Wu Ming and transferred from Nanxiang.
Therefore, there was no shortage of pork at the farm, so Feng Yong found an opportunity and quickly improved his brother-in-law's favorability.
After all, after he leaves for Yuejun tomorrow, he will have to rely on his brother-in-law to help look after Zhuangzi.
"Let's take two portions of all the dishes today, one for Anguo's house and one for me. Especially the candied red meat, make more of it, it's delicious!"
When Guan Xing heard Feng Yong's words, he thought that this kid was quite sensible, but before he could speak, someone suddenly came over and interrupted.
"Now this pork has lost its old smell and tastes much better. You can even raise a pig better than others. You are indeed a capable person."
As Zhang Bao spoke, he chewed his mouth and seemed to be licking the foam between his teeth. He was a little dissatisfied, "You didn't treat the emperor well when he came, so you did just that little. Xiaoli is stingy. ! Not enough to eat...burp~"
Then he burped.
If he couldn't beat him, Feng Yong would really want to beat someone's head.
"Brother Zhang, that's not called candied red meat, it's called braised pork."
Feng Yong first corrected Zhang Bao's mistake, and then said, "The ingredients at home are only enough to make one serving. If I want to make more, I have to buy ingredients in the city. It's already late now, I'm afraid it's too late."
When Adou and his wife ate, the entourage they brought with them was only Guan Xing and Zhang Bao who were qualified to follow them to the table. However, these four people kept the Feng Mansion's cook busy, and almost all the condiments in the kitchen were gone. .
Zhang Bao let out a "tsk" sound, "I'll send someone a fat pig over tomorrow, and then you can ask someone to make some more. Is that okay?"
"Tomorrow I will go to Yuejun to take office."
Feng Yong glanced sideways at Zhang Bao.
Zhang Bao snorted and nodded at Feng Yong dissatisfiedly, "You are not kind. In the past, every time you got something good, you would send a copy to my house. Now you have changed..."
Damn it!
Feng Yong was determined to kill Zhang Bao!
Which pot should not be opened?
You still mentioned this in front of your brother-in-law, right?
"Ahem, Xingwu, tomorrow he will leave for Yuejuan. There are many things to do, so don't bother anymore. One portion is enough. Then you can have the food delivered to the Zhang family and let Aunt Zhang have a taste. taste."
Guan Xing finally spoke. The first half of the sentence was addressed to Zhang Bao, but the second half was directed to Feng Yong.
With his brother-in-law on one side and his brother on the other, the palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh, Guan Xing finally reconciled and came up with a solution.
But Guan Xing was still unwilling to give in, and couldn't help but secretly pulled Feng Yong and whispered: "Tomorrow I will send someone to send some pig's trotters, and you will ask someone to help me make some big pig's trotters. Is this okay?"
Several families close to Feng Yong are now following the example of Hanzhong and raising some pigs in Zhuangzi outside Jincheng. However, the cooking techniques are still backward and far from the level of Feng Mansion.
"No problem, no problem."
Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.
My brother-in-law's request must be fulfilled.
After all, although Guan Xing didn't like him at first, he didn't embarrass himself at all about marrying Guan Ji. This made Feng Yong feel that his brother-in-law was still a very good character.
Zhang Bao looked at it from the side and felt a little sour immediately.
When the driver walked onto the official road, he said, "This Feng Mingwen is finally getting closer to An Guo."
I wanted to send a fat pig over for him to cook, but he refused.
An Guo wanted to send some pig trotters over for him to make, and he readily agreed.
The difference between closeness and distance can be understood at a glance.
This was not the case before. When woolen cloth first came out, Siniang was the first person in Jincheng to wear sweater.
Although Ming Li, like An Guo, disliked Feng Mingwen, Zhang Bao himself knew that a man like Feng Yong was a rare husband.
Otherwise, why would Anguo say that Feng Mingwen is not good or bad, but he has no intention of making things difficult for Sanniang's marriage?
What a pity, what a pity...
"Xingwu, how can a fat pig be compared with a few pig trotters? Those who don't know would have thought you were going to hold a big banquet. There are a lot of things going on in his house these past two days, so please don't cause any more trouble."
Guan Xing glanced at Zhang Bao angrily, "After he goes to Yuejun and takes office, and when things in this house are free, if you really want to eat, tell me then, and I will send a message to you. Come here. I can still speak a little to the Feng family."
This Feng Mansion is no different than before. It is now a prince's mansion, so it is natural that someone will be in charge of it on weekdays.
Guan Ji wants to go to Yuejun with Feng Yong, so Guan Xing naturally has to take on the responsibility of helping to look after the Feng Mansion.
The Feng Mansion is not prosperous, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
The reason why the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was willing to favor Feng Yong and agreed to Guan Yinping to follow Feng Yong to Yuejun was not only because of Feng Yong's special situation, but also because Feng Yong was the only child and wanted Guan Yinping to give birth to an heir for the Feng family as soon as possible.
Not only the Feng family, but also the Guan family and the Zhang family, the situation was not much better, so Guan Xing and Zhang Bao shamelessly asked Feng Yong what secret method of giving birth to a disciple.
"Yeah, I didn't expect this level."
When Zhang Bao heard Guan Xing's words, he suddenly realized and slapped his thigh, "Anguo, you'd better be smarter."
Then he smacked his lips and asked in a low voice, "Anguo, I didn't expect this pork to be so delicious. Do you think we should let the village outside the city raise more pigs?"
Hearing this, Guan Xing nodded, "Xingwu and I thought of going together. After the pig-raising methods in Nanxiang were changed, the meat is much fatter than before."
"What's more important is that raising pigs is much more convenient than before. You don't have to worry about it at all. Compared with other meats, it is easy to get."
Both of them came from a family of military commanders, and they knew that meat was an indispensable item during daily martial arts training.
Why should soldiers be rewarded before a war and given as much meat as possible? Isn't it just because of eating meat that I have the strength to fight?
It's a pity that meat is still too rare in ordinary times, and most people simply can't afford it.
Nowadays, the method of raising pigs in Nanxiang is much simpler than before. Just build a pig house at will and pen the pigs inside.
In addition, the Quyuan plow and the Eight-Niu plow have now been fully promoted in the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty has a surplus of food year by year. If the family has more fields, they are willing to use some bran to feed the pigs.
As well as being more diligent, go to the wild and cut some pig grass. Not to mention a lot of it, it is still possible to raise a few pigs.
Not to mention families with large fields.
Guan Xing couldn't help but be horrified when he thought of this. If this is really the case, wouldn't there be more and more people who can eat meat in the future? This can be considered a major event related to people's livelihood, right?
Couldn't this... be planned by my brother-in-law a long time ago? Otherwise, according to the Nanxiang method of raising pigs, why would they not come out early or come out late, but only come out after the food is abundant?
And the abundance of food has a lot to do with him!
Then at this time, by chance, he also made malt sugar, and exquisite delicacies such as candied red meat and sweet and sour pork ribs made with malt sugar, which were not even available to the royal family, also appeared. In addition, Nanzhong's At the same time, sugarcane planting and sugar production became popular...
The sum of all these things gave Guan Xing the illusion of an interconnected and precise layout.
He turned his head and saw that Fengzhuang was bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. It looked quite resplendent. At the same time, there seemed to be an unfathomable feeling in the shadow.
