Villager of Daming

Chapter 112 Knowledge learning does not make money (second update)
"Hanhan, is it stuffy in the mosquito net?" The chief stood beside the shelf, looking at the two small lights on the brackets of the zither net in the river.

"No, the house, the heat, the river, the fish, many, hehe!" Zhu Wentian carefully got out of the mosquito net.

He picked up a long dipping net from the side, fished it on the moving net, scooped up the wheat ear fish that used to absorb oil and water, and put it into the net running along the river.

He can't sleep, the village has a bumper wheat harvest, and he has a sense of accomplishment. Food is the basis of people's livelihood, and he doesn't panic when he has food in his hands.Down to earth and beaming.

The village made a show and reported the method to the imperial court, and the whole Ming Dynasty would promote scientific breeding.

It is absolutely impossible to expect the common people to cultivate the land scientifically. If the court leads to solve the seed problem, the rest will be easy to handle.

The Li Chang looked at the fish that Hanhan caught, and shook his head slightly: "Small fish is not easy to cook, and there is little meat."

"Wrap the children in bread and deep fry them. Tomorrow, let the boatman change the net with small holes, catch a fish that is as long as a stick, and stew the fish for everyone. It's too hot to eat."

Zhu Wentian fished another fish in the net. There were no big fish, and they were all about an inch long.

"Why can't you eat when you have something to eat? It's not about eating chaff. If you catch the small ones, the big ones will also be caught in the net, and the small ones will have more thorns."

The village chief didn't think there was any problem with eating, he was tired from work, and he was really hungry if he didn't eat.

"The fish with many thorns will be stewed for a long time, and the thorns will be crispy. After it cools down, use a shovel to shovel it out. The fish will not be broken, and it will still be tasty."

Zhu Wentian has a way to deal with it. In order to eat, Chinese people have come up with many tricks, even the smallest fish and shrimp can be made delicious.

Thinking of this, he looked at the head of the village: "The village makes fish sauce, like soy sauce. It is made with koji, which can shorten the fermentation time, and then it is made with high salt. It will be eaten after two years."

"Okay!" The head of the village thought about it carefully. He hadn't heard of it, so he just made it. The soy sauce village already ate his own brew, which really saved money.

There is also miso, fermented bean curd, stinky tofu, and vinegar, but I didn’t eat the vinegar, and it’s not very old. I bought old ones elsewhere. Once I bought it, I bought a dozen cylinders and kept it well.

By boat, the place where the village is located has rivers to Dangtu and Xuancheng.

Going to Xuancheng is Juxi, and going to Dangtu is the river connecting Danyang Lake to the Yangtze River. Walking along the Yangtze River is Dangtu County, which is next to the village.

"This year, when we exchange crops with the imperial court, let the imperial court give more wheat from a few places, and we will mark it and plant it.

The seeds in one place have been planted for a long time, and the yield will decrease, so they must be exchanged with other places.

Today's emperor does not allow the people to move around at will, and can only be exchanged by the official organization. One exchange can solve the problem for three to five years.

It is best for neighboring counties to exchange with each other. The food grown in too far away may not be suitable for the local area, and the yield may be lower. "

Zhu Wentian didn't care whether Zhu Yuanzhang's restrictions on population movement were correct or not, the seeds had to flow.

Now that the country has just been founded, Zhu Yuanzhang is worried that people will run around and make trouble. Normally, the people do not always go out, and only come out when buying and selling things.

The head of the village listened carefully, knowing that this was not a matter of the village, but involved the entire Ming Dynasty, and it was a national policy.

"Livestock is the same as crops. You can't expect one breeding pig to lead all the pigs. No matter how good it is, the population will degenerate..."

Zhu Wentian talked about the issue of livestock again, and he told the village chief to listen to it. When it was time to watch the ceremony, if someone asked the village chief, the village chief always had to answer.

The head of the first village of Daming must be the first head of Daming, who is good at managing the village and knows a lot.

'Puff tom! ’ A black fish suddenly jumped up and went straight to the wheat ear fish drinking oil and water around the skin.

"Fish!" the Lieutenant shouted.

Zhu Wentian swung the net in his hand, stretched it, pocketed it, and retracted it, and a black fish estimated to weigh four catties was brought ashore.

"Heiyu also bites at night, but unfortunately it's too small, let's make soup for the village elder!"

Zhu Wentian took out a small knife, disposed of the black fish by the river, separated the internal organs and threw them on two nets.

"Hanhan, you should go to bed early." The head of the village helped put the fish on grass and said when he was about to go back with it.

"Yeah! Sleep!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

Then the two of them hehehe together.

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Zhu Wentian woke up at daybreak, caught fish again, drew in the net, and squatted there to squeeze the internal organs of the cod.

Do not throw the internal organs into the water, go back and feed the chickens and ducks, they love to eat, especially the chickens and ducklings, the big ones will protect them to eat.

He handled it well, took it back to the village and handed it to the cafeteria, and left the place where he slept yesterday.

The people from other villages were already working in the field when Zhu Wentian was squeezing the fish. Each of them drank a bowl of porridge, ate a few mouthfuls of pickles, and went to the field with a sickle.

I came here for lunch at noon, and the weather was cool when I got up in the morning, and the ground was not so sunny.

I have to rest after lunch. Today I have mutton soup. There are less haggis and more mutton. Fill more than half a bowl and then ladle the soup with oil.

The staple food is pork stuffed siu mai, and extra rapeseed oil is added when mixing the stuffing. When the dish is dipped in vinegar or soy sauce, the oil gurgles out.

Zhou Zong took one bite at a time, and only stopped to drink soup after three meals: "Eating in your village can make you fat, and it's good to have more big animals!"

He brought people to participate in the harvest, otherwise everyone else was doing things and they were watching?

The foolish people ran to the field to help bundle the bundles and carry them to the animals, and other children led the animals to transport them back and forth.

The advantage of the large number of livestock in the village was revealed, and they went directly to the field with the shelves, and no one had to pick them.

"Wait another two or three years, and all the villages in the county will have more than [-] large animals."

The chief's mind is on other villages, and he will still lend animals to others, even if other villages chip in to buy them.

Interplanting twice a year, plus the wheat planted after opening up wasteland, as long as you are not lazy, you can buy a lot of large animals in at most three years.

Unless people from other villages are unwilling to chip in to buy it, then they deserve to be poor, and outsiders can't help, let alone help.

Zhou Zong imagined a village with a herd of large animals, and said: "At that time, Xuancheng County will become the first county in the Ming Dynasty, and your village will be the first village in the Ming Dynasty."

"There are also salt merchants! They make a lot of money." The village chief shook his head.

"How can they make money like you? You are rich and don't want to make money."

Zhou Zong disagreed. Salt merchants need to send grain and grass to the army, and then sell the salt in exchange for salt. A large group of people have to feed and the distance is long. How much money can they make at one time?

The things sold in Xiaqiu Village are all low-cost and high-priced, and a batch is made and stored there, and sold when the money is needed.

If the village wants to make money, it can be shipped to farther places along the Yangtze River, and one shipment can be exchanged for one shipment.

"My village doesn't want that much cash. I keep it in the house and I'm always worried that someone will steal it or rob it."

The head of the village admits that he can make money, but he refuses to do it. Life in the village is good enough.

"Grab, hit, eh! Hehehe!" Zhu Wentian raised his head to show his presence.

"Hanhan is right, your village figured out how to make handguns?"

As soon as Zhou Zong heard Hanhan talking about fighting, he thought of firearms, and when they were delivered, he couldn't see the villagers smelting copper for casting, could it be possible?

The chief hesitated: "Uh! Look again, it's almost there, it's almost there."

He knew the progress, the first gun would be made before going to Nanjing, just one, the design given by Hanhan was too laborious to make.

(End of this chapter)