Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 361 Accident
Zhao Luoyang took Hu Kui and others to see the livestock in the pen and the furs hoarded in the stockade.

Everyone knows that the stockade occupies the best pasture in Taozhou, but because the stockade does not communicate with the outside world, many people cannot get a glimpse of the real face.

What he thinks in his heart is naturally different from what he sees in front of him, especially when watching the herds of livestock being let out of the enclosure, Hu Kui can't express that feeling.

The men in the village skillfully drove the cattle, sheep and horses, as if no matter how many animals were in front of them, they had to be tamed obediently.

Hu Kui looked at these, and a girl's voice came from his ear.

"In the past, there were not enough people. Now it is different because of the emigration to Taozhou."

"I heard Mr. Zhao say that this is what it means to move the people from the imperial court."

Hu Kui and the others looked at each other, and after listening to the girl's words, they suddenly understood something. Could it be that the court really thought like this?That's why the Qin family will help find merchants?

Zhao Luoyang went on to say: "This year, more fields have been reclaimed, and there will be food for livestock in winter. Just now, did you see the dung cellar on the stockade? It was prepared for spring plowing. When spring plowing and autumn harvest, the stockade's People will also come to the field to help.”

There is another important thing, Zhao Luoyang said: "The cows on the stockade will also go to the field at that time."

Hu Kui nodded straightly, after so much preparation, no wonder this girl is so confident.

Walking forward, Hu Kui and the others suddenly smelled a scent, like boiling milk, which went straight into people's noses.A few people followed the scent and saw several houses, from which the cooking smoke came from.

Hu Kui said, "That's..."

Zhao Luoyang smiled: "A place where cheese is made."

what is cheeseHu Kui and others have never heard of it.

Zhao Luoyang said: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

At the entrance of Yang's Cheese Shop, Mrs. Cao kept looking forward, holding in her hand the freshly brewed buttermilk made by Feng Laosan and the others. This buttermilk was made by the men after a long time.

"Let them drink less for a while," Mrs. Yang said while her hands were busy, "Don't get drunk here for a while."

Granny Cao nodded: "Don't worry, don't worry, I can't bear it if there is too much? This was done before the New Year's Eve, and I only got such a little bit now."

During the New Year's Eve, Feng Laosan and Shi Ping were all tossing around, and it was Zhao Luoyang who gave advice. At that time, Mrs. Cao thought, Sister Luo, who never drank alcohol, can she do it right?Unexpectedly, it was really tricked out by them.

Mrs. Yang was still a little worried. Last night when she tried drinking, after drinking three cups, Grandpa Song began to blush, and his eyes were different from usual. Song Zhuangyuan was so scared that he immediately got up to see off the guests, for fear that Grandpa Song would be there. Lost face in front of people.

However, after Mrs. Yang went back, she kept paying attention to the movements of the Song family, and the commotion didn't stop until the third watch.

Mrs. Yang was thinking about this when she heard Mrs. Cao shouting loudly: "Come here, come here, come this way."

Mrs. Yang couldn't help but cast a glance at Mrs. Cao. Then Mrs. Cao covered her mouth and calmed down a bit. Oh, if you don't say it, it's still Mrs. Yang. If Mrs. Yang wasn't here, how could she dare this way?

"Come to my side," Old Madam Yang said, "Don't be surprised, just pretend you didn't know someone would come."

Mrs. Cao moved her two little feet quickly, and then shrank behind Mrs. Yang.

Old Madam Yang couldn't help but said: "Why are you so promising?"

"Hasn't this never been done before?" Mrs. Cao said, "My family has been honest and responsible for so many generations."

Old Madam Yang didn't like listening to it anymore, and stopped stirring with the wooden spoon in her hand: "Is this irresponsible?"

"No," Mrs. Cao swallowed. "However, if you don't give anything to him, can he give us money? They are merchants, and they are not stupid."

Mrs. Cao always felt that it was impossible, who could spend money here for nothing?

Mrs. Yang didn't know what to say about Mrs. Cao. After thinking for a long time, she said, "What people are looking at is what they see right now? Or if you say that you are a merchant and can earn money, you would almost starve to death."

In fact, it’s not only Mrs. Cao who almost starved to death, Mrs. Yang herself almost starved to death, but fortunately she can follow suit. Every day behind Mr. Song’s back, it seems that when thinking about things, her intestines can follow a few more turns a bend.

While the two old ladies were talking, Zhao Luoyang brought Hu Kui and the others over.

"This is where we make cheese, but because we are all eating, we can't let you get close. We can go to the next room and I will bring you some cheese and buttermilk to taste."

Mrs. Yang looked at the fake smile on Mrs. Cao's face, and she was really worried. Don't let Mrs. Cao mess up her little granddaughter, so she handed the wooden spoon in her hand to Mrs. Cao Too, she picked up the water bladder of buttermilk and went to meet it.

Several rooms in the cheese shop were filled with milk and cheese. Mrs. Yang and the others had no place to rest these days, so the men from the village helped build a small room next to it. There was a small clay stove in the room, which was convenient for Zhao Luo. Boiling water, grilled cheese.

Mrs. Yang brought the buttermilk over with a smile: "There's nothing good about it, so just try it."

Hu Kui hurriedly waited for others to stand up and salute to Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang took a few cups and filled them with buttermilk.

"This buttermilk is different," Mrs. Yang said, "you have to drink it slowly."

While Mrs. Yang was talking, Hu Kui picked up the cup, held it to his nose and smelled it. There was a strong milky smell in the wine.Hu Kui had drunk buttermilk before, but the glass in front of him was obviously different from the one he had drunk before, the smell of alcohol was extraordinarily strong.

Hu Kui cautiously took a sip from his mouth, only to feel the hot smell of alcohol dissipating in his mouth, and after swallowing it down his throat, he rushed straight to his head.

The other merchant didn't care, and drank the whole cup directly. Normally, he felt that he could drink well, but he didn't expect that today's wine was very different. Under his carelessness, he choked a little and couldn't help coughing.

Shi Jiu looked through Zhao Luoyang's eyes: "Did you pour too much into it?"

Zhao Luoyang took Feng Laosan and Shi Ping to make buttermilk for the first time. After making it, it was a bit stronger than the wine on the stockade, but it was still not as mellow as the system book said.

But right now, merchants are invited to come. Fortunately, there are new products in the wealth value exchange area, including alcohol, so Zhao Luoyang changed a bottle from the system and exchanged some.

Anyway, this buttermilk is just for attracting people, and it is not for sale right now, so they still have time to try it slowly.

It's a good idea, but... it seems...

"How much more is this buttermilk?" The choked merchant looked at Zhao Luoyang, "How much money? Can you sell it all to me?"

Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "No, just make a little bit now, we have to wait until..."

"Do it after spring plowing?" The merchant hurriedly said, "Okay, I will order, I will order, how much money do you want? I will pay."

Hu Kui stared blankly at Cui Jin next to him, what's going on?Didn't you agree, listen to him?Why was Cui Jin snatching him ahead of him just as soon as he flickered?
"I'll order it too," Hu Ergongzi also said, "Brother Cui can't buy that much, it's not as good as half of us..."

Zhao Luoyang didn't expect this to happen.

Shi Jiu said in his mind: "Men still like wine more, maybe let them drink a few more glasses, so we don't need to waste our words."

(End of this chapter)