Farmers' group pet: the blessings of powerful ministers are soft and deceitful

Chapter 128 I Will Do It Tomorrow

Now that he had already sat down, the master simply had dinner at his wife's place. After the meal, he served such desserts as purple potato golden balls, chicken pancakes, and egg yolk crisps.

He also boasted: "I knew Madam had already thought about it for me. Before, I was worried that there was nothing new in Showa Town, and I could bring it to the table to entertain the lord of the government. Now that I have these, I can survive in face."

The madam nodded repeatedly, and after the meal saw the master away, she discussed with Steward Zhang together: "I will leave this matter to you, and when the time comes, call the cook from that village, and let people prepare these things later. The dim sum is ready and then served on the table, so that the guests can eat it fresh."

Although it was wrong, the master misunderstood.

But if the praise is accepted, it is her credit.

At that time, when the matter is over, then reward Butler Zhang well.

Housekeeper Zhang replied "Yes", and said again: "But I heard that the stove they use to bake things is different from the usual ones, and the mansion has to prepare this."

Madam waved her hand and said: "It's not too difficult, let someone do it in the mansion according to the cook's home, and let the cook come to the mansion this month to practice his hands, so as to save time from rushing and disturbing My lord."

"Yes." Butler Zhang agreed, planning to do it tomorrow.

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Here in Huatian Village, fertilizers have been sprinkled, and every household is ready to start planting rice seedlings.

When Steward Zhang came over in his carriage, he passed by some fields, and saw the farmers in the village stretching their trouser legs and bending over to plant rice seedlings in the fields.

At this moment, he realized that it should be this season for transplanting rice seedlings.

It's just that I've been in town for a long time, so I forgot about it.

The carriage is different from ordinary mule carts, one horse can roughly support two mules, this kind of horse is expensive, not something ordinary people can afford.

For a while, seedlings were planted in the field, and those who held the seedlings in their hands couldn't help but straighten up and look around.

Someone told the village chief about the horse-drawn carriage coming from the village, and the village chief changed his clothes non-stop and went out to greet him, thinking it was someone from the yamen above.

After all, not everyone can ride in a carriage, except Mr. Field Tax Officer, I really can't think of anyone else who can come to the village.

But now is not the time to collect grain tax.

The village chief thought of what was passed on in the village a few days ago. Could it be that... the Jiang family's fertilizer production really offended those officials.

The village chief was scared and anxious, and he rushed to the village head without stopping for a moment.

Seeing the tall carriage all of a sudden, he was so frightened that his legs went limp.

At this time, a person got off the carriage, also dressed brightly. The village chief went up to meet him and asked, "My lord, what is the purpose of coming to Huatian Village?"

Steward Zhang nodded slightly, and said, "My surname is Zhang, so I don't need to be called Master. This time, I'm just looking for a family named Jiang. I have something to do with them."

The village head opened his mouth and came: "Master Zhang, there is more than one family named Jiang in this village. I wonder what the master wants from them?"

Seeing this man trembling when talking to him, Steward Zhang must have thought that he was looking for trouble, so he said: "It's nothing, I just ask them for help, just the family that makes snacks and food."

"Oh, Old Jiang's family." Hearing what he said, the village head felt relieved, he wasn't just looking for trouble.

So he said, "Then this master will come with me, and I will take you there."

Butler Zhang thanked him and followed.

Fortunately, the village roads in Huatian Village are quite wide enough for mule carts to enter, and it is barely enough for a horse cart to enter.

(End of this chapter)