Villager of Daming

Chapter 980: Both sides are panicking before meeting each other

"It's true!" Zhu Fan's eyes lit up, that's right.

"Then get ready! In fact, it's enough to show your most simple side!"

The little girl said a word, pushed the cart forward, and served soup to the other princes. She didn't care if others had other people to serve.

Zhu Wentian continues to be responsible for grilled mutton skewers and fried stuffed rice. He wants to promote fried stuffed rice, because for many people, as long as profits are controlled, others can save money by eating.

How much starch can be produced from a pound of wheat, and how much starch can be made from this starch, can be known by just calculating the cost.

The fried eggplant is different from the eggplant. Fried eggplant consumes a lot of oil. When frying the fried eggplant, the fried eggplant does not use oil, and the outside is just fried to brown.

At the same time, Menzi is still very hungry. It contains starch, is delicious and cheap, and can be used as a dish or a meal.

When the wheat yield in Shanxi increases in the future, Ming Dynasty will not need so much wheat, so it can make more starch, and the starch sugar from wheat will also be delicious.

In the future, corn will come over, not to mention starch, and potatoes and sweet potatoes will have a place to play.

Throw out a few poems, the woman will have face, look, the son-in-law we are looking for is talented.

Wealthy people don't stop me either. In the past, people used to make a big show and carry all kinds of gifts up to the top.

You, a prince who is in charge of the girl's father, bake something for her yourself. What do you want her to do?

Princes are not called to marry, but to be married. Princes must be married to concubines. The rules are strict. Is there anyone blocking the door? Is there anyone having trouble with the wedding ceremony?

Sweet potato powder is actually the least valuable, and the resulting stuffed rice is black. Generally, sweet potato starch is used to make stir-fried stuffed rice.

Zhu Wentian refused to let the other party bake something when they meet tomorrow, which was inconsistent with his identity.

This was the case in the Ming Dynasty. Without status, wealth, or talent, marriage was bound to cause trouble. The process of trouble was a competition between the two parties. The more poor relatives there were, the more this happened.

Only when nothing works, he starts to make things difficult for others. The woman makes it difficult for the man. There are all kinds of obstacles and obstacles. The man makes it difficult for the woman, and he is intimidated even before entering the door.

Zhu Fan mixed his own soup, ran to Zhu Wentian, and stared at him.

A big hole needs to be dug, and a lot of the starch produced with the old technology actually runs away with the water, polluting the river.

Only those who have no official position and need to show their strength like the woman's relatives will have poems to encourage her to make up.

As long as there is some official status, there will be no interference, even if it is a seventh-grade official, it still represents the identity and status.

We can't pollute the river just to produce starch, and the people should eat the water from the river!

At the same time, we cannot ask the people to throw things from their huts into the river and keep them for retting.

"No, you, eat, ah! Roast, I'll come, say, money, rice, ah! Hehehehehe..."

The fried squid is made from wheat starch or corn starch, and the cost of wheat is higher than that of corn.

If King Zhu Fan of the Jin Dynasty really baked something for the woman to eat, my father-in-law would probably hang himself before they got married! My daughter is one step ahead of me, what do I think when she calls a chicken? What do you think about calling duck? What do you think about calling Big Goose?

Zhu Fan started to be in a daze and tried to translate. He finished the translation when Zhu Wentian finished grilling a handful of meat skewers and handed them to the friends who were passing the dishes.

Pour the water from the starch factory into the pit and let it settle slowly. The top water is released and the bottom water is pulled out to continue fermentation.

Otherwise, if you don't have any money and can live a makeshift life, everyone will just send you sincere blessings, and both parties will gather things together to support a new family.

"Brother Hanhan, I see you grilling skewers, you are fanning them so hard like a fan! We are going to Peking Province in two days."

"Brother Hanhan, you are right. We are the King of Jin, not selling kebabs in front of the King's palace. We have to tell people about the people's livelihood and other matters in the future of Taiyuan Mansion.

There are issues of food for the people, issues of whether there is extra money at home, and issues of education for the children of the people.

Kebabs are low-level... I'm not talking about you, Hanhan brother, don't look at me, I'm wrong! Don't hit us. Hey hey hey..." Zhu Fan began to apologize as he spoke, saying that he was helping to blow up Menzi.

"Send it off, it's dead!" Zhu Wentian stared.

"Hey! Just give it away!" Zhu Fan shrank his neck, picked up the fried stuffed rice, put it on the tray and took it away for his brothers to eat.

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Xie Cheng went home with a sad face. It was difficult for him to handle.

He was talking to his wife while eating, and his daughter was also there. His future husband-in-law had been in Taiyuan for a long time, and he wanted to know what he had done.

Previous people came to report, including from Yangqu County, Taiyuan County, Jinci Town, Qingyuan County, and some people from Xugou County.

There was another town, Loufan, where the news came out later. It was always the King of Jin who had passed through. People who had gone to the places he didn't went to didn't count.

"You're back?" Xie Cheng's wife, Li, asked at the dinner table. She had prepared the meal in advance. It had been more than two months since her husband had been to Ningwuguan. When she received the news, she was nervous and looking forward to it.

"I'm back. Our son-in-law is so awesome! I don't know how to teach him." Xie Cheng drank a glass of wine.

His daughter Xie Qiaoer immediately stood up to refill the bowl. She looked at her father and said nothing. She sat back and waited. Her chopsticks did not move because her father did not touch them.

"Why is His Highness King Jin so powerful?"

Mrs. Li is concerned that from now on the family will have to rely on her son-in-law to survive, and it is not a question of how much courtesy the uncle will give him when he comes to visit.

The entire Taiyuan Mansion belongs to other people. My husband works under his son-in-law and helps to command the troops. The son-in-law's character directly affects the situation at home.

"In terms of literary talent, we, like a martial artist, don't know much about it, and he has never shown it, but in terms of people's livelihood, he is amazing! He knows much more than I do.

Planting, breeding, trading, as well as handicrafts, secondary processing, industrial chain, etc.

Anyway, we were confused by what we heard. Fortunately, the village chief asked someone to talk to us and we learned a lot. Oops! "

Xie Cheng looked happy and said depressing words, so entangled and conflicted.

"Dad, eat vegetables! Which one is good?" Qiaoer listened anxiously, but had to persuade him to eat. The vegetables on the table were not props, they were really edible.

"Girl, are you in a hurry? Don't you know what happened before? His Highness asked the village chief Zhu Yichang to come to Xiaqiu Village. His village is now called Prince Village.

His Highness asked people to give him their ideas. The real one-site-one-strategy strategy, without duplicates, was more than a hundred times better than the one in the booklet handed down from the imperial court.

Anyway, Taiyuan Prefecture will not be short of money in the future. It needs food, money, and manpower... There will always be more people, but if they can be arranged, there will be work for them all.

Girl, your future husband is an easy-going man, so you must treat him well. The more easy-going a person is, the more scary he will be when he is angry.

Eat vegetables, this dish... Madam, Qiao'er, don't you believe it, His Highness Prince Jin can cook, and he stir-fries it in a big pot with a shovel, it's delicious. "

Xie Cheng talked about his son-in-law, picked up the chopsticks to pick up some food, and paused to say that his son-in-law knew how to cook.

Li and Xie Qiaoer: "..."

Sure enough, one sentence stunned the two of them.

This matter has come to an end. King Zhu Fan of Jin is seventeen years old this year. Can he cook? Or that kind of big pot dish? Then you have to have some strength, right?

(End of this chapter)