Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Lin'an Prefecture, Shenjia Village.

The spring breeze is warm and the earth is fragrant.

The mountains of Shennong Mountain are undulating. After a light rain submerges into the soil, green sprouts gradually sprout, adding a bit of vitality to this place.

At the foot of the mountain, there were a large crowd of villagers dressed in plain clothes. They neatly buried the green seedlings as long as a tiger's mouth into the soil. The potato seedlings they planted were like forming a formation. They looked back at their "great achievements" and felt relieved unconsciously. A smile.

In the past few days, all men, women, and children in the village have been out in force. Even the patrol team that usually walks around the village temporarily put down their work and joined in to start the spring plowing.

"Uncle Mantun, aunt is here to deliver food again!"

"Oh, my aunt still loves you. I can smell the braised pork. It's delicious."

"Uncle, aren't you tired of eating so much meat every day?"

Several half-grown children joked loudly, and Shen Manyun subconsciously raised his head to look at the ground. He saw a familiar figure walking towards him, and the smile on his face gradually couldn't be concealed.

But happy to be happy, the naughty kid still needs to be taught a lesson.

"Are you guys itchy? You still dare to read the jokes of your elders. It seems that you have been wild these days. I will talk to Mr. Mu later."

"Uncle, uncle! You can't do this!"

Several people were suddenly frightened, as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and started wailing.

"Uncle, don't we envy the loving relationship between you and your aunt?"

"Yes, yes, we are so pitiful. It's already noon and no one is bringing us food. I'm so hungry."

Shen Mantun laughed and shook the dirt on his hands, "If you don't hurry up, I won't be able to finish the work. Let's see how you slap my butt with the sole of your shoe."

"Oh, let's do it now. Don't tell Mr. Mu."

Several people were instantly discouraged. They couldn't help but tremble when they thought of Mr. Mu, who taught them how to read. He was obviously weak and gasped every step of the way, and he spoke in a gentle voice, but no child in the village was not afraid of him.

outrageous.

Shen Manyun didn't care what the naughty children thought. He felt very happy when he saw their hands repeatedly taking seedlings, planting them, covering them with soil, and taking them again. He took a few steps to the nearest mound and sat down, waiting for his mother-in-law. Bring food over.

"Old man, how are you doing?"

"Don't worry, it will be done after dark."

The woman opened the food box, and an overbearing aroma filled the air, causing several boys nearby to look over frequently.

"You didn't eat at home, right? Let's go together."

"Okay."

The two of them sat facing each other as usual, holding a steamed bun in their left hand and holding chopsticks in their right hand. They started eating lunch one bite at a time, not forgetting to chat about daily life.

Dayan was hit by a severe snowstorm last year. Not only was Shenjia Village not starved of food like other disaster-stricken places, but it was able to save a considerable amount of money because it was backed by Shennong Mountain and had the help of powerful younger generations.

During last year's autumn harvest, the government bought the high-yielding potatoes at a high price, making the money even richer. Now every household can live in a brick house with large tiles, and they also bought land on the advice of the clan leader, which is considered a small yield.

Shenjia Village has become the most dazzling place in Qili and Eight Townships. There are countless women who want to marry, and villagers with daughters have become popular. The matchmakers who come to propose marriage are afraid of breaking the threshold.

"The prefect is a good official. He left enough potato seeds for us. When they mature, there will be a big yield."

"After all, it was grown in our Shenjia Village. There is no reason why we should not be allowed to continue planting it."

Since potatoes are found in this area of ​​Shennong Mountain, maybe Lin'an Prefecture in the entire Dayan can grow the best potatoes.

Shen Mantun was inexplicably proud. The old Shen family could really go down in history!

Thinking about the scene of a bumper harvest for every household in three months, the old man suddenly became happy. When the ripe potatoes are sold, the neighbors will make a lot of money.

Well, after the harvest, we will spend some money to repair the temple.

Thanks to the ancestors for blessing!

The woman didn't think as much as her old man thought, and she felt a little sad when she heard this, "Xing Luo said that the court has promoted potato cultivation in the past two years, and the price is pretty good. If it takes a few years, I'm afraid it won't be sold at a good price."

"You are short-sighted, you woman. If the price of crops is too high, who can afford it? The people will not starve to death!"

"Then the crops can't be sold for the price, wouldn't we also suffer a loss?"

"." There's really no way to refute this.

Low grain prices hurt farmers.

But the people at the bottom are not even able to eat.

The two of them only talked about this topic. After all, the family had a small income and the village was united and friendly. If nothing else, there would be no more hunger in the next few years.

"Old man, do we really want to plant that new seed called corn in the newly purchased farmland?"

"kind."

"But didn't Xing Luo's letter say that wasteland can be planted?"

"What do you know."

Shen Mantun took a bite of the braised pork and said, "The crops grown on wasteland and fertile land are definitely different. Others use wasteland to plant, but our family uses fertile land. I will know better when we compare the yields during the summer harvest."

"Oh, that's right! Old man, you are still thoughtful and let the prefect see the difference when the time comes."

"Then, do you think anyone can stand upright?"

The woman glanced at him angrily, "I think you're distracted. Do you want me to ask dad to say a few words?"

Shen Mantun received a "Why do you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of me? When he got in front of his father, he was frightened and speechless with just one look?" ' In his eyes, he realized something was wrong and immediately showed a flattering expression from his heart.

"Daughter-in-law, good wife! I'm just saying, you don't remember the faults of villains, but please don't mention it in front of dad."

"Humph~"

That evening, Shen Manyun walked out of the fields and did not go home. Instead, he asked Shen Qingsong, who had grown taller, to go to the Shen family courtyard with him, holding a key in his hand.

More than half a month ago, Su Zhan arrived at Shenjia Village and handed Shen Mantun a letter and a key to his home, explaining that when he discovered potatoes in Shennong Mountain, he also discovered another crop called corn, which could be used as a staple food and cultivated in the area. The yield should not be underestimated either. The letter asked him to try planting in spring, and the seeds were placed in the small warehouse at home.

Shen Manyun's hands holding the letter trembled with excitement, and he felt so beautiful in his heart!
Plant, must plant!
Please? That’s so polite!

Not only wasteland must be reclaimed for planting, but fertile land must also be planted. Otherwise, how can we compare the tenacity of corn's vitality?

If the guess is correct, the corn that the nephew of the No. 1 Scholar is attracted to must be a good thing, a treasure, and a rare genuine product.

The Shen family is going down in history again!
***
Thousands of miles away from Shenjia Village, in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, Shen Xingluo also took Fuguang to scatter corn seeds into the soil.

This year's spring has come earlier than before, and the weather is getting warmer day by day. Corn can thrive without raising seedlings in advance. It does not have high temperature requirements and can be sown in spring and summer.

The sun was just right at noon, so the few people felt hungry and quickly returned to Zhuangzi. When they opened the door, a burst of fragrance wafted into their noses.

"What did you do at noon?"

"Vegetable dumplings."

Cheng Xi pointed to the wooden basin on the side of the kitchen, where there were freshly cleaned wild vegetables, which were green and tender.

"The first crop of shepherd's purse that just grew this spring will be a treat at noon."

"Do you need my help?" "No, spring plowing is tiring."

Compared with spring plowing, digging wild vegetables in the mountains is not considered a workload at all, right?

Cheng Xi drained a basin of washed shepherd's purse and put it aside, then took out flour and sprinkled it evenly, stirred it, and after the vegetable leaves were coated with an appropriate amount of flour, steamed them for a quarter of an hour before serving.

Shen Xingluo didn't say anything, he just washed off the dirt on his hands and picked up a head of garlic and peeled it.

Several maids and servants in the village were responsible for helping out, and from time to time they glanced at the masters in the kitchen, with expressions of wonder and novelty.

Their master is really not an ordinary person. Is it okay to cook by himself?

This is the first time I have seen such a master.

There is no technical content in vegetable dumplings, and even a novice in the kitchen can make them deliciously. The most difficult part of this dish is not the vegetable dumplings themselves, but the dipping sauce is the soul.

Use a stone mortar to mash the peeled garlic into garlic paste, add salt, soy sauce, and sesame oil and mix well.

Live together.

The three baskets of wild vegetables were not a small amount. To save trouble, Cheng Xi decided to steam them all at noon and take them back to the two elderly people at home to taste them after dinner.

"It's time to eat."

Cheng Xi looked at the maid and the boy, "Yours is here, go and eat it yourself."

"If you can't help it, why bother Madam to do it yourself? I'd better make something else to eat myself."

"You have to go to the fields in the afternoon. Who's to blame if spring plowing is delayed?"

".Yes Yes!"

The people on Zhuangzi were divided into two groups. Shen Xingluo and others ate in the main hall, while Wang An and the servants on Zhuangzi set up another table in the side hall.

But both sides are eating vegetable dumplings~(〃'▽'〃)~
The wild vegetables wrapped in a layer of flour are steamed, giving off an attractive fragrance. Pick them up with chopsticks, roll them in the dipping sauce, and put them in your mouth.

The original fragrance of wild vegetables combined with the spiciness of minced garlic gives it a full taste.

One bite to conquer everyone's taste buds.

"good to eat!"

Wang An narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and said, "This tastes very different from what I ate in previous years!"

"Yes, Manager Wang is absolutely right, it's delicious——"

"It's strange, they are all vegetable dumplings, why are they different, madam?"

"Maybe the dipping sauce is different?"

Several people pondered and smiled, and finally attributed it to the difference in the sauce. Little did they know that the clear spring water used to wash the wild vegetables is also the key to such a unique taste.

Several hosts in the main hall were also very satisfied with their meals, and the number of vegetable balls on the dining table was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Food always makes people feel happy. Shen Xingqi and Wang Shu ate happily. Even Fuguang felt that his exhaustion was gone after one bite, and he might be able to work harder in the afternoon.

While Cheng Xi was eating, he was thinking about Zhuangzi:
"Many people in Beijing know that you discovered potatoes. They all know that we have seedlings at home. I'm afraid there will be people watching in the village. Wouldn't it be too conspicuous to plant corn here?"

"no need to worry."

Shen Xingluo looked calm, "It's not necessarily a bad thing to have too many people watching, at least no one will act rashly."

"That's true. They are probably more inclined to grasp each other's clues than to be curious."

In this way, Zhuangzi may be the most dangerous and safest place.

Cheng Xi's mind suddenly pictured a bunch of boys surrounding Zhuangzi, poking and monitoring but guarding each other, and he was instantly amused.

"This capital is really not peaceful. It's just a potato, right?"

"Potatoes in Lin'an Prefecture can produce four thousand kilograms per mu, but this may not be possible in the suburbs of Beijing. If any house can grow this yield or even exceed it, Long Yan will definitely be delighted."

"What a strange desire to win - well, it will be a great honor for the family."

Shen Xingluo chuckled. Having experienced two completely different planes, he understood Cheng Xi's speechlessness at this moment.

"Don't worry, there won't be any trouble in Zhuangzi. I asked Fuguang to send people to keep an eye on this place. Besides, Wang An is also very reliable in his work."

"Huh? Isn't this your first time meeting him?"

"This is the first time. I have heard of this person before."

Wang An in his previous life was indeed one of his men. Although he had never met him, he knew that he was a man of outstanding ability. When he saw him today, he realized that the rumors were not false.

Just a bit out of character.

Wang - met the potato seedlings - An:
Cheng Xi didn't know whether Wang An was reliable or not, but after the scene in the morning, she could confirm one thing, these potato seedlings would definitely grow well.

If someone really wants to take advantage of them, Wang An will definitely fight tooth and nail.

***
Shen Xingluo's ten-day one-day rest ended with spring plowing.

The servants on Zhuangzi worked very hard, and Wang An continued to be excited, as if he had taken some kind of small pill, so that with the help of God, ten acres of potato seedlings were planted in one day.

During this period, Shen Xingluo quietly planted two acres of corn with Fuguang. The small golden grains were buried in the soil and disappeared without attracting anyone's attention.

In the end, Wang An just got an order: "You don't need to interfere too much with the two acres of land here and weed it every once in a while." He happily agreed and declared, "There won't be any problems, don't worry, master."

So everyone in the Shen family really felt relieved and returned to Beijing.

Today's meal of dumplings was widely praised, especially after Mr. Xu tasted it, his mouth was full of emotion. Looking back on the past, his wise eyes turned red for some unknown reason.

This was the first time that Cheng Xi had seen a master with such a leaky emotion. He wrote a 10,000-word essay in his mind. After deep reflection, he silently flashed to the mountains in space and gathered wild vegetables again.

In the morning, shepherd’s purse egg pancake.

At noon, Huihui vegetable dumplings.

In the evening, scrambled eggs with Chinese toon.

The three meals a day are based on wild vegetables and focus on a variety of cooking options.

"People without stories eat the taste of wild vegetables, but Master eats stories."

"So this is the reason why our family has been eating wild vegetables for several days?"

Shen Xingluo was speechless, "If you eat it any more, it won't be a story but an accident."

"Wow, you can still make such a joke?"

Cheng Xi was stunned.

Shen Xingluo continued to protest silently.

Finally, the menu for three meals a day was changed at Fifth Schedule Creek.

Yes, the hostess has regained control of the kitchen. Since Shen Xingqi and Wang Shu started modern elementary school classes and spent most of their time in the training room, they no longer have extra energy to concentrate on cooking.

Cheng Xi was also very happy with this - the woman in the ancient backyard was too leisurely, and she soon fell ill. (End of chapter)