Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 470
Sweet potatoes and potatoes are all new species. Although potatoes have been planted in a small amount in the south, they are all grown by landlords and rich farmers, let alone the north.

Although these farmers have piles of sweet potatoes and potatoes in their homes, they don't know how to eat them other than raw or steamed.

Sun Zhuangtou didn't want to talk too much at first, after all, it would be nice to have something to eat these days and not die of hunger, so he thought of something else.

But Sun Zhuangtou has a good memory. When Liu Hongjian first came to Tangshanzhuang to instruct them to plant new crops, he said that there are many ways to eat sweet potatoes. Seeing Liu Hongjian's kind face, he asked this question.

"Hahaha, what do you think this king is doing? As for this new way of eating, it's too much to talk about!" The farmers were rewarded with smiles, and even Liu Hongjian's mood improved a lot.

Seeing the old man's coy look, for fear that he would get angry, he burst out laughing.

The two crops, sweet potatoes and potatoes, are relatively solid, and there are many ways to eat them. Sweet potatoes can be eaten raw, roasted, boiled, steamed, or fried.

Thinking of the fried, browned sweet potatoes and French fries on the street in later generations, Liu Hongjian actually salivated a little.

"Let's go, go to the village, start the stove, I will be the chef today, and I will teach you how to eat these sweet potatoes and potatoes!" Liu Hongjian did as he said, and rushed into the village with a group of farmers.

There are many people, so it is easy to work. After a while, several large pots were set up in the small square in the middle of the village, and pieces of sweet potatoes and potatoes were washed clean by the women in the village.

The first pot is used for boiling, the second pot is used for steaming, and the third pot is used for frying. Although oil is a rare commodity, the common people are not willing to eat it on weekdays. Of course, Liu Hongjian will not let the farmers pay for it.

It took more than a dozen farmers to fill a small pot with oil, and it wasn't until Liu Hongjian gave each of them a tael of silver that the distressed farmers raised their brows.

Dried sweet potatoes were ground and kneaded, potatoes were cut into strips, sizzling in the hot oil, and the golden sweet potato balls and French fries were poured into the bamboo baskets that had been prepared.

The weather was hot, Liu Hongjian had already taken off his outer shirt, rolled up his sleeves and took out French fries with an iron spatula.

"Hiss—it's so hot!" Liu Hongjian ignored face, picked up a French fries and put them in his mouth, sucking in breath from the scalding.

"My lord, slow down, serve your lord a cool bowl!" Xu Zhuangtou was always by Liu Hongjian's side, and it was the first time he had seen such a down-to-earth prince.

However, this is all the blessings of the farmers. Most of the fertile land in Shuntian Mansion belongs to the Huangzhuang, and most of the people live by working as tenant farmers for the royal family.

And this young but kind-hearted prince in front of him is in charge of the entire Huangzhuang, which means that most of the people in Shuntian Mansion are blessed this year, can he not be happy?

The taste was not bad, but there seemed to be something missing. Liu Hongjian took a sip of the cold drink and enjoyed it.

Ah, I remembered, lack of ketchup!
Xin said that potatoes and tomatoes are both native to the Americas, and this potato has been spread to Daming, but I have never seen this tomato.

It's been a long time since I've eaten scrambled eggs with tomatoes, um, I'll have to ask Lao Liangtou to send some Jinyiwei Tiqi to check it later.

"Old Zhuangtou, you have a taste too, and you, don't be too polite, come and have a taste!" Liu Hongjian held a bamboo basket and motioned to the farmers around him to eat.

At first, the householders didn't dare to accept them. After all, they were the princes of Ming Dynasty. Who could afford to ask a prince to serve food to these lowly people like them?

Seeing Liu Hongjian's displeasure, Xu Zhuangtou took the lead in picking up a French fries, and put it in his mouth with a grin.

"What's the matter, don't you dare think that my fried food is not tasty? Grab more, thanks to you being a big man!" Liu Hongjian saw that the old man was swaying like a little lady and only grabbed one, and then joked road.

All the farmers laughed when they saw the embarrassing appearance of the head of the village, and immediately knew that this prince was different from other dignitaries, and they all grabbed the bamboo basket with their hands. After a while, the French fries in the basket were eaten up.

Then Liu Hongjian instructed several wives to grind the dried sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, add dry yeast, flour, corn flour, sorghum flour and other live noodles, and steam a pot of Zamian steamed buns.

Steamed buns made only with potato flour are difficult to form, shape, have poor taste, crack, and produce gas. Many women in the village have also tried it.

The dough made from steamed sweet potatoes is even more unsightly. It is red and sweet and greasy. It looks like a lump of yellow and red rice.

But after adding a certain proportion of wheat flour, sorghum flour and other miscellaneous grains, the taste will be different. The steamed buns are soft and soft, and they are decorated with sorghum flour. And the taste.

White flour is a treasure in farmers' homes. Only during the Chinese New Year is it willing to steam a pot of steamed buns for the children at home. Usually, it is mixed with sorghum and other sundries to cook some porridge to eat.

But now things are getting better, every household has stored a lot of sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, plus the six shi grains promised by Liu Hongjian, even if they are all used for steaming steamed buns, it will be enough for the coming year.

Good luck!Many farmers were crying while holding steamed buns in their hands.

In addition to these ways of eating sweet potatoes and potatoes, sweet potatoes can also be made into vermicelli, and potatoes can also be made into potato flour.

These are common foods in the streets in later generations. Although Liu Hongjian didn't know how to make these things, he still gave a rough introduction.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and he believes that it won't be long before these farm households can figure it out by themselves.

After eating the whole potato feast, Xu Zhuangtou vaguely talked about the current drought situation.

Although all the households are carrying water to irrigate the fields, more than 180 households manage more than 600 hectares of farmland, so how can it be irrigated?

Liu Hongjian signaled to Lao Zhuangtou not to worry too much, even if the autumn crops were not harvested and there was not enough food, he could still go to the palace to find him, and he would definitely not ignore it.

Moreover, he didn't want to rely on the sky to make a living. He is a high-achieving student from later generations, and there will always be a way.

The prince is so kind, even if he doesn't sleep, he still has to lead the farmers to irrigate a few more farmlands, and he definitely can't let the prince be made things difficult by the royal family, Xu Zhuangtou thought to himself.

After appeasing the tenants of Tangshan Villa, Liu Hongjian and the others rode slowly on their horses on the way back to Beijing.

On both sides of the road are cornfields as high as a person, and there is no wind in the afternoon, and it is sweltering and hot.

It is not easy to establish a life for the people, but this natural disaster is a major difficulty, and this is Huangzhuang under his control.

What about other places?Henan, Shandong, Beizhili...

The landlords and gentry in these places were not so kind to distribute more food to the common people in the year of disaster. Thinking of this, Liu Hongjian's eyes froze.

Noble nobles of the dynasty, don’t blame me for being cruel, you are really too greedy, how can you calm the hearts of the people if you don’t see some blood?
"Master, be careful!" Liu Hongjian was thinking about a lot of troubles when Niu Dabangju suddenly roared and rushed towards him.

Liu Hongjian was taken aback and was about to start cursing, when he saw a group of masked men rushing out of the cornfields on both sides, there were dozens of them.

These masked men held sharp knives in their hands and instantly surrounded the seven of them. From such a close distance, Liu Hongjian could even see the fierce eyes of these men.

Made, I have to explain here!

(End of this chapter)