Datang Nongwang

Chapter 216

"Quickly dig, quickly dig." Qiao Su, who was already a little bit excited, threw his crutch aside and started to do it himself.

Such a good Wai Shan.

Like Li Chongyuan, Qiao Su sees money everywhere.

As long as the Huaishan can be made into the so-called staple food as Li Chongyuan said, then the value of the Huaishan produced by the more than 1000 mu of wasteland is absolutely ridiculously high.

As the steward of Li Zhuang.

It's hard for Qiao Su not to be excited.

not to mention.

The more than 1000 mu of Huaishan is really the same as the ones dug just now.

He could imagine that the old lady would definitely reward him.

The old lady's reward is not comparable to that of Li Chongyuan.

Li Chongyuan saw that Qiao Su was already in some trouble, and wanted to dissuade him, but he was afraid of hurting his self-confidence, so he could only follow Qiao Su to make trouble.

This is Huaishan.

For Li Chongyuan, it is impossible to be too excited.

of course.

Li Chongyuan's excitement is nothing but excitement.

After all, these were planted under his auspices, and Li Chongyuan insisted on planting them.

If you really want to compare it with Huaishan in the previous life, it must be pitiful.

In the previous life.

Li Chongyuan knew it.

In terms of size and quality, one mu of land can produce five thousand catties.

Currently, Li Chongyuan is unable to estimate the output of the Huaishan planted by himself.

But it's definitely a bountiful harvest.

Li Chongyuan, who was standing by the edge of the field, looked at the busy people and was also thinking about how to make yam vermicelli.

After thinking about it in depth.

Li Chongyuan found that he seemed to have a lot of things that he hadn't figured out yet.

At the same time, there is nothing to prepare.

immediately.

Li Chongyuan no longer cared about Huaishandi, and went straight to Li Zhuanghang.

No one among the busy people in Huaishan had noticed Li Chongyuan who had left.

They are basically in the midst of joy and joy.

Life is not heavy.

Unlike the previous farming, you need to use a hoe.

Now it only takes a little effort to lift up the bamboo board, and the huge Huaishan stems can be removed from the vine leaves.

Li Chongyuan who returned to the courtyard.

He came out with his own pen and paper again, and began to write and draw.

And this time.

San Dezi has arrived in Chang'an City.

After Qi Huo received the dozens of catties of taro, he carefully read the letter that San Dezi handed him, and Qi Huo became more and more unclear about what his little lord wrote in the letter.

but.

Even if Qi Huo doesn't know, he also knows that as long as the food comes from his own little man, it must not be too bad, "San Dezi, little man said that these taro can really be made into delicious food?"

"Steward Qi, don't you know Mr. Xiaolang's skills? We ate this taro in the morning. Now that I think about it, I can't stop thinking about it." San Dezi seemed to be unfinished, as if he was showing off the taro to Qi Huo. Delicious to come.

Seeing San Dezi's expression like this, Qi Huo no longer struggled in his heart.

Then, according to the prescription written in the letter, he began to manipulate the taro.

After half an hour.

Qi Huo carried a food box, and together with San Dezi, went to his home.

After the two returned to their home, they saw the old lady, "Old lady, this is a taro dish made from the taro planted by Mr. Xiao Lang. How about you try it first, old lady?"

As long as a new dish is served in the Yingbin Building, Qi Huo will bring it back to his home in advance, and let the old lady taste it.

of course.

In the Yingbin Building, Qi Huo and the cooks must be the first to taste it.

otherwise.

Using the old lady as a guinea pig to test the dishes, don't say that Li Chongyuan didn't agree, maybe even the old lady would not agree.

"Taro dishes? What's going on here? Looking at the color of this dish, it seems a bit unpalatable." Looking at the taro dishes on the table, the old lady felt that the color was not very good.

When San Dezi saw the old lady's question, he quickly bowed and replied: "Back to the old lady, Mr. Xiao Lang planted half an acre of taro in Li Zhuang, and he harvested it just today, which was worth nearly ten shi. During breakfast, Mr. Xiao Lang , and specially made a pot of taro dishes, and after the little one tasted it, he thought it was delicious. So Xiao Langjun wanted to add another delicacy to the Yingbin Building, so he sent the little one here."

"Oh? All the taro planted by Yuan'er has been harvested? There are ten stones in half an acre? You didn't lie to me?" The old lady understood after hearing this.

But for the fact that half an mu of land can produce a hundred stones, this really shocked the old lady.

"Old madam, how dare I lie to you? This is planted by Mr. Xiaolang. As far as I know, the yield of taro in the south is at most three or four stones per mu." San Dezi said again replied.

The old lady nodded after hearing the words.

At this moment, Wan'er, who ran out from the backyard, heard that the taro planted by her fourth brother had already been harvested, and it was also made into taro dishes.

Without further ado, he ran to the table and looked at the taro dish, "Mom, let me taste it for you first."

Before the old lady could say anything, Wan'er reached out and picked up a small spoon on the plate, and put it into her mouth.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious, mother, try it, it's really delicious." After tasting it, Wan'er exclaimed that it was delicious, and even scooped a spoonful into her mother's mouth .

Although the old lady was a little displeased with Wan'er's behavior just now, seeing that Wan'er still knew how to scoop herself a spoonful, the dissatisfaction disappeared immediately.

After the old lady tasted it, she felt that this taro dish was extremely smooth and tender, and immediately fell in love with this taro dish, "It's not bad, I think this taro dish is more suitable for my taste."

"Old madam, do you think this taro dish can be sold in the Yingbin building? How about the old madam give it a name?" Seeing that the matter had been accomplished, Qi Huo hurried forward to propose.

Wan'er continued to scoop up the taro on the plate with a spoon and put it into her mouth. After hearing Qi Huo's words, she turned her head and said, "Butler Qi, this is the taro planted by the fourth brother, and this taro dish must be the fourth brother's." I teach you how to make it, and I think it’s called Sige taro dish.”

"Nonsense, how can I get such a name, but Wan'er's words reminded me that this taro dish is not only smooth and tender, but also has an endless aftertaste, or it should be called 'Hundred Days'." The old lady After listening to Wan'er's words, she was really speechless.

But the old lady named it, that's really a tall order.

A 'hundred days back' directly raised this taro dish to a higher level.

Come on.

The old lady took this name.

It must have a deep meaning.

When the old lady tasted this taro dish, it reminded her that when Wan'er was born, her husband wrote to say that he would return within a hundred days.

But in the end, after she gave birth to Wan'er, her husband still hasn't returned.

And now the taro dish is a southern species, and my husband died in the south, which also reminded the old lady of the past.

With Wan'er in front of her, she directly decided on the name of the dish 'Hundred Days Return'.

(End of this chapter)