Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 17 Zhao Guang Visits

"Okay, look at how I make the dishes later, and cook the pig food for me in the future, and I will let you raise pigs!" Feng Yong waved the spoon, and said to the fat cook who was squatting in front of the stove and lighting the fire. threatened.

  The feeding ratio of roosters to hens is generally about 1:10. The housekeeper bought a lot of roosters this time. After raising them for a period of time, they finally gained some fat. It was just right to slaughter the extra roosters.

   Killing the chicken, removing the feathers, removing the viscera, and then cutting it into suitable chicken pieces. Of course, Feng Yonglai does not need to do these tasks. The only thing he has to do is stir-fry.

  Thanks to the wisdom of the ancient people, the basic seasoning ginger, onion, sauce, vinegar, etc. required for cooking have already appeared, so that the taste of cooking will not be too bland.

   Ask the cook to heat up the iron pan, and then put in the ointment. With a sound of "squeak", oil and gas rose from the pot. Feng Yong took a deep breath. The taste is really wonderful! Let him have an urge to burst into tears, how long has it been since he smelled this smell?

Chicken is inherently tender. It would be better if you add some sugar when frying. But at this time, the whole world has sugar, and it is low-quality gray sugar, so Feng Yong will not force it. . As for China now, there is also something called maltose, not to mention deadly expensive, and there is no place to buy it, and it can only be seen in the homes of wealthy people, let alone this.

  Wait for the first plate of fried chicken to come out of the pan, Feng Yong sniffed, resisting the urge to reach out to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.

  The butler next to him had been twitching face for a long time, if he made some indecent actions at this time, he might come up desperately and smash the pot.

  Frying three or four dishes in a row, Feng Yong couldn't hold back the scratching of the glutton in his stomach, dropped the spoon and ran away with the dishes in his arms.

  My stomach is already so hungry!

   "Wrong, I was wrong, all wrong..." the housekeeper looked at the lord who ran away without a trace, and murmured with a dull expression on his face.

   "Father Zhao, what are you talking about?" Yaomei asked cutely, blinking her big eyes.

   Butler Zhao waved his hands weakly, "Don't worry about me, go and serve the Lord for dinner."

  The head of the family has made a new food, and it is still extremely delicious. The steward expressed both happiness and sadness, he could see that his lord must not be an ordinary person, either he was learned from his family, or he was the son of a high-ranking person, otherwise he couldn't explain his various behaviors.

   Strange people are always different, and sometimes in the eyes of ordinary people, being crazy is the most normal. It is a joy to be able to follow a strange person, but it is also a sad thing. The happy thing is that following a strange person can gain fame, and the lucky one may ascend to heaven one day. The sad thing is that following a strange person requires great endurance. Maybe one day I will become a crazy person in the eyes of others. The housekeeper feels that he Need to be quiet.

  Zhao Guang arrived as promised, this time not driving an ox cart, but riding a tall horse. She was dressed in a ochre-colored round-neck gown, with a moon-white silk belt with hooked thunder pattern around her waist. She was still as beautiful as a flower, ah, no, she was still as graceful as Yushu Linfeng.

  Seeing that even the village woman whose waist was as thick as a bucket in his own village looked affectionate, Feng Yong guessed that this guy might have fascinated many girls and young women by ostentatiously crossing the street along the way.

  So reincarnation is a technical job! Like Zhao Guang, he not only inherited his father's perfect genes, but also is a second-generation official, and his father is the only general among the five tiger generals who has survived to this day, a winner in life is nothing more than that.

   This is a very likable guy, not only handsome, but also very polite. Even when handing the door-to-door gift in his hand to the butler, he still maintained a polite attitude—it was the gift that surprised Feng Yong.

  The door-to-door gift is a jar of wine, plus a mention of pork weighing about five or six catties, and most of it is fat.

   Pork became a lowly thing. It happened only after the Tang Dynasty. In this era of extreme material shortage, pork was still a food that only rich and noble people could eat.

  At the Hongmen Banquet, which could be regarded as the most advanced banquet at that time, Xiang Yu once rewarded Fan Kuai with a half-baked pork thigh. How can the meat that can be served at the highest state banquet be cheap meat? Fat meat, on the other hand, is called fat. In this era when the stomach is generally not oily, fat meat is considered the most delicious thing.

   Not to mention wine. In the early years when Liu Bei first entered Shu, it was illegal to even own wine making tools, let alone wine making, which would be directly decapitated. Although it is not as exaggerated as before, the ban on alcohol is still not lifted.

  Feng Yong doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like to eat fatty meat, but this doesn't mean he doesn't understand that what Zhao Guang brings is no longer an ordinary meeting gift.

   "Etiquette is not light, it seems that visitors must ask for something?"

  The words were a little blunt, and even the butler at the side looked sideways. Isn't the Lord sick again?

"I really have something to ask for. It's just because the master has a treasure, so I sincerely ask for it." Zhao Guang couldn't help being taken aback when he heard Feng Yong's words, but he immediately realized that the people in the mountain gate always have a weird temper, which is understandable .

  The answer was beautiful, but Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, MMP, after all the calculations in the house, the only thing that can be called a treasure is the method of raising chickens.

   Could it be that the housekeeper has made too much trouble collecting chickens and ducks these days, so he was still being targeted? This is not to say that the method of raising chickens cannot be passed on, but at least he must wait until he has made his first pot of gold, not to say that he should pass it on now!

   "I didn't expect that someone in this remote village would be able to enter the treasure in Zhao Langjun's eyes? It's really an honor, why don't you come and listen to it?"

  I have all the gifts in my hand, and the person has already posted the greeting card, and now I can't drive people out when I come to the door, so I have to welcome them to the mansion first and play by ear.

   "Then bother you!" Zhao Guangxi expressed his expression, and he was ready to be embarrassed when he came this time. After all, in the eyes of the world, people in the hidden world are always lonely and unapproachable. They have wisdom that is not available in the world, but they often look down on the world like ants. But he didn't know that this high-ranking student in front of him was not even a Han Dynasty person, but just a soil turtle wearing a Han Dynasty person's skin.

  Although he has been here for quite some time, Feng Yong is still ignorant of the etiquette popular in the mainstream society of the Han Dynasty. Because the person he has been in contact with the most is the housekeeper, who has never even been to Jincheng. How much etiquette do you expect such a local turtle to know?

  So according to Feng Yong's own understanding, when the guests come, of course he is to greet the guests to eat and drink. —Although this customer may not be the distinguished customer as imagined earlier, it is likely to be a bad customer, but now he cannot notify the kitchen to change the menu temporarily, so he has to take out the previously prepared dishes to greet him.

  Of course, the so-called drinking does not mean drinking alcohol. In war years, especially in ancient times when grain production was extremely low, grain was one of the most important strategic materials. It was a crime to use grain to make wine.

  So Feng Yong invited Zhao Guan’s second generation to drink soup, chicken soup. It can also be seen from this that Zhao Guang came to the door with a jar of wine, which is really a great gift.

   "I have delicious food, but I suffer from lack of good wine to entertain guests. Do you mind if I use this wine to entertain Brother Zhao?" Feng Yong pointed to the wine jar carried by the butler.

  Forget it, anyway, I don’t like drinking, so I just do a full set of acting. I treat you warmly and treat you like a brother. You are always embarrassed to ask too much, right?

"Stay true to your wish, dare not invite you!" Zhao Guang rolled his throat up and down a few times, and chuckled in a low voice, "I dare not hide it, I haven't smelled wine for a long time! This wine was originally treasured by an elder This time, it took me a long time to get it as a door-to-door gift!"

   Unexpectedly, despite his young age, he is a good drinker.

  Feng Yong pointed to Zhao Guang, wanted to say a few words, but pointed to the wine jar, and the two laughed at each other.

  The era of looking at faces is not only in later generations, but also in ancient times. Knowing that Zhao Guang deliberately narrowed the relationship between the two, but looking at that beautiful face, it just made people feel disgusted.

  (end of this chapter)