Villager of Daming

Chapter 1213: Wine is not brewed, and the intention is to move

The Ajiahan tribal alliance became busy, and anyone who followed the Northern Yuan Dynasty was controlled.

Most of their capable fighters are outside at the moment, and there are few left in the tribe. With the arrival of a thousand troops from the Ming Dynasty, the situation is one-sided.

The big leaders and their confidants who listened to the Northern Yuan language were separated and locked up in separate rooms, and they were not allowed to collude in their testimony.

Then comfort their families and other ordinary tribesmen and slaves, stabilize them, and wait for the arrival of the Ming army.

On the thirteenth day, at noon time, which was the make-up time and not yet the hour of Wei, the meal was ready.

Almost all the kitchen utensils of the entire tribe were used up. They had few large iron pots, and it was impossible for the elite troops in the vanguard to march with pots, pans, and utensils.

Fortunately, the weather was hot, so as soon as the big pot was ready, it was immediately divided into other containers and covered to keep warm.

The vanguard army went into the mountains to hunt under the leadership of the person in the tribe who was most familiar with the surrounding situation. The 1,000 men of the vanguard army were well-equipped, but they had rifles that did not have paper shell bullets.

They either had water rifles or AKs, and they also had revolver pistols and grenades on their bodies.

The situation is under control, so they can practice with their guns, mainly to show the guides of the tribe what weapons the Ming Dynasty is using now. Go back and talk to your people, don't make the wrong choice.

So when they came back to cook, the person in charge of being a guide began to tell the others what had happened on the mountain in vivid detail.

There are no tigers or wolves on the mountain, only wild boars, which are always thinking about coming down the mountain to eat crops.

Wild boars eat all crops, including rice. They eat less rice and cause more damage. Now there is no corn, but the tribe grows sorghum and soybeans.

Tu Yajie was smart and was able to listen to advice and believe Liu Chaoguan. He asked for the books that the Ming Dynasty provided to the village and sent people to learn planting and breeding.

There are many varieties of crops, including mung beans, adzuki beans, millet and other small grains.

In areas where the land is not very fertile, we grow perilla and wild sesame, and prepare to sell them to department stores in autumn as medicinal herbs.

Tu Yajie asked people to remember the medicinal herbs that were found in the mountains, such as Schisandra chinensis, and go into the mountains to collect them, including Platycodon grandiflorum and dandelion roots.

He works very hard, and the wild boars work even harder. If there are tigers and wolves, they will find ways to get rid of them. The wild boars are too adaptable and difficult to deal with.

This time, the guides saw how the Ming army fought wild boars. They surrounded them and killed them. Bugles were used to pass messages between teams and telescopes were used for observation.

When encountering wild boars, they would shoot from four or five hundred steps away. Some wild boars would immediately run away after being shot, but some, which looked to weigh eight or nine hundred pounds, would rush towards them.

When the guide was so scared that his legs were shaking, the wild boar was shot to death from fifty or sixty meters away.

"Kill whatever you catch, near or far. There are a thousand of them, and it's like a piece of cake for them to kill us all. We'll have the wild boar meat tonight. Let's soak it first. It's so delicious..."

The guide had a sip of wine, felt warm in his stomach, and talked about what he saw and heard on the road with a contented look on his face. In fact, we didn't walk very far, only two hours there and back, so the distance was limited.

"Aren't you afraid of getting heatstroke after drinking? You just got back."

Someone nearby listened to the other person, looked at the wine and swallowed, wanting the other person to stop.

"I'll drink even if I get a heat stroke. I'm happy today. I've done something great. I led them to kill a lot of people. I know their weapons. We can't afford to offend them! Alas~~"

The guide picked up the wine and wanted to drink it again, smacking his lips, then put the cup down to savor the feeling just now.

There is wine to drink today, and Tu Yajie allows those who want to drink to have a drink.

He solved his biggest problem. In the future tribal alliance, or the allied tribes, he would no longer be constrained by others.

Tu Yajie prepared a large group of people to live a good life, without war, with enough food to eat, complete tools at home, living on a kang in winter, and wearing warm clothes when going out...

He didn't even dare to imagine the life with upstairs and downstairs, electricity, telephone, heating and running water. The key is that he didn't know these things existed. That was the life of Zhu Yuanzhang and his harem in the imperial city. There was a small train to go to other palaces and Xiaqiu Village!

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“Captain Tu Yajie, this wine is best soaked with herbs such as ginseng, wolfberry, astragalus, and angelica.

Don't soak geckos, which are big geckos, and don't soak poisonous snakes. When soaking deer antlers, cut them into slices and don't add deer penis or tiger penis.

If too many animals and plants are mixed together, it will become a mess. Only deer antlers are okay. When our team comes, I will ask them.

I see that we grow sorghum here. Sorghum wine is pretty good. Or we can grow barley. Barley doesn't taste as good as wheat, but it is suitable for making wine.

There were craftsmen in the team, and I went around in the afternoon to see where the iron was being smelted and where the blacksmiths were.

The craftsmen have arrived, and it’s just right for me to make a few sets of distillation tools. Then I can use sorghum and barley to make wine. Only after it is distilled can it be preserved for a long time…”

Zhu Fugui was drinking with the leaders of a dozen tribes. He didn't like this wine very much. It was brewed by Liu Sheng from Dingliao Guard.

Liu Sheng is not professional in brewing wine. The taste is not smooth and the smell of lees is too strong.

I guess Liu Sheng didn't use good things to make wine, but mixed all kinds of mess together.

According to what Hanhan said, there are several kinds of wine made from several kinds of grains, and several kinds are several kinds of liquor...

In the Northeast during the winter, drinking strong grain liquor can warm the body and speed up blood circulation.

And alcohol has calories, but it has no other nutrients. This calorie is enough, but don't drink too much. If you drink too much in winter, you will fall outside in the snow...

"General Zhu, can our tribe move to live next to the department store? There is an empty hill that no one occupies. We can live there."

Tu Yajie is not interested in brewing wine. He wants to move, and his biggest wish is to be closer to a department store.

His tribe could farm, hunt, and find medicinal herbs. It was convenient for them to sell and buy things. Especially when they were sick and had no medicine, they would first run to the department store to get some and then come back to exchange them.

"Chief Tu Yajie, I am not a general. I am just a villager without an official position, but I can tell them. Come and eat the food. It will be fishy if it gets cold."

Zhu Fugui didn't dare to make the decision as the matter was too big and it was not his turn. It was up to Hanhan to decide how to arrange it.

"Okay, let's eat. General Zhu's dish is delicious. I didn't know that toads can be eaten like this. In the past, I only ate the thighs."

Tu Yajie did not force it, he mainly expressed his meaning through the other party.

There is braised frog on the table. If there is sweet bean sauce, braise it. If not, see if there is sugar. You can braise it or dry-pot it without spicy food. Steamed frog is not suitable for today's frogs.

In addition to this dish, Zhu Fugui also made pickled vegetables, cucumbers, eggplants, lettuce, onions, water radishes, and blanched wild vegetables.

The soybean paste is local, brewed by the tribe themselves, and it smells a bit smelly. When you knock the edge of the soybean paste jar with a soybean paste rake, a group of maggots will come out.

He took the sauce, picked out the maggots and threw them on the ground. The chickens rushed over and scrambled to eat it frantically. It was more delicious than the one in the toilet, mainly because it contained salt.

He didn't want to eat the sauce directly, so he fried it specially and put poppy cubes he carried with him into it to enhance the flavor.

Then make scrambled eggs with leeks, chrysanthemum with minced garlic, shredded pork with cowpea, beans in salt water, pheasant stewed with mushrooms, braised pork with monkey legs, and wild vegetable soup.

There were eight dishes in total, one soup, and two hours. It was very tiring!

(End of this chapter)