Walking into the Red Mansion starts from the maid

The first day of July is a hot and noisy day.The sky and the earth seemed to be caged in a furnace. The clear blue sky was like a water mirror, reflecting everyone's prayers for rain.

"This year's rice filling was not good, and [-]% to [-]% of it was empty shells. Alas... we made a mistake. We really are wiser than our age." When Zhuangtou sighed, he could see the expression of Xizi's nephew on his face, and he was proud. Look at Zhao Lu.

And Zhao Lu was immersed in picking up his sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes and corn are both drought-tolerant. Less rain will only make them smaller, but it will not mean that the harvest will be lost.But rice and wheat are in dire straits. Since the Dragon Boat Festival this year, there has been very little rain. Many people have been stuck with their families and their families. Taxation will not sympathize with anyone.

"What did I say last year? Believe me once, believe me once." Zhao Lu held a piece of sweet potato root and glanced at the village head coldly, "You also rent land, right?"

Although Zhuangtou was recommended by Qi Fang, he was picked by Guidao himself. Perhaps he had some past problems and was easy to talk to.

"Alas." Zhuangtou took a deep breath and said sadly: "The main reason is that you can't sell this thing. We can't eat it from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, right?"

As he spoke, he touched his stomach. The gas produced by the sweet potatoes was really fierce, and from time to time he would feel abdominal pain like clenching muscles. He would just fart for a while. If he had diarrhea... it would really test his mentality.

Not as considerate as rice and wheat.

Zhao Lu hurriedly said: "Huh? Have you never eaten the sweet potato flour from our shop?"

"Your uncle Dao is very careful."

"Didn't you try it?"

Zhuang Tou was startled, then slowly turned his head to stare at Zhao Lu. Their eyes intertwined, and the complex emotions in their hearts intertwined in the air through their eyes.

Only then did he realize that when a frame of sweet potatoes entered the workshop, the noodles and flour that came out were souls. The one who killed a thousand swords with the Ghost Sword...

"You have such a clear division of labor, which really eliminates a lot of my worries, which makes me happy." Zhao Lu was speechless and put a few sweet potatoes into the box with a smile. It's not the season to dig sweet potatoes yet, "But it's you who Not understanding the details creates my biggest worry."

When she first planted sweet potatoes, she had a lot of lofty ideals. If her ideas can feed more people, will this space continue to grow?Or maybe it can point her to a way home?
After all, who wants to get married in this damn place as a teenager and then have children? In that case, it is better to become a nun like Miaoyu and become a nun!
Carrying a few sweet potatoes as thick as an arm, he walked towards the house. A large cellar was dug outside the workshop and was guarded day and night.

Because the river has dried up, the assembly line that was originally driven by water has been replaced by the power of people and mules, and there is a lot of enthusiasm. "The things I brought are outside. I asked them to stop today. I have a way to try." "

The people employed were all refugees, and the surrounding low-rise mud houses were scattered in different heights. They consciously divided the living areas. They planned to settle down here. Those who were close to him suddenly felt a little sad when they heard Zhao Lu's words.

Ghost Sword whispered a few words to the people around him, then took out a palm-sized papyrus notebook from his waist.

"Still according to your original plan, living partition, landfill or incineration. However, the three fermentation septic tanks at the beginning of the year are not enough, and now five have been expanded. Although the area is larger, the fattening speed in the coming year will definitely be able to Speeding up can save a lot of manpower to open up wasteland." Holding his own notebook, he rambled on and reported to Zhao Lu.

Zhao Lu nodded. The land has been cultivated for years, and the fertility continues to decline. Without chemical fertilizers, we have to rely on the annual weed filling and rotting to provide fertility, which is far from enough.

Some of the dung trucks coming out of the capital fell into the moat, and some went into the villages of wealthy families. If they wanted to improve the overall land quality, biogas digesters were effective, so they actively said, "If people around us learn this method, we don't have to." Keep something private.”

Zhuangtou hesitated to speak, wondering why you should worry about other people's land, but he leaned over and saw the crooked tadpole writing on Guidao's notebook. Guidao himself probably recognized it, so he sneered.

Just as he was about to say a few words, the potato starch he asked the workers to take out for drying was taken away by his eyes. "Hey, dear, if you make pancakes like this, your family will have to eat them for several years!"
Seeing that Zhuangtou's eyes were straight, Zhao Lu didn't know why and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Ghost Sword turned around and smiled in warning, then pushed Zhao Lu out of the workshop, "What kind of clay pipe are you talking about? I asked someone to burn two sections. Can you see if it works?"

"I'm right. It's true that your ambition doesn't depend on your age." Zhuangtou sighed with emotion, "Compared to us back then..."

"Shut up!" Guidao suddenly turned around and said angrily, "Tai Xian, go out to patrol the fields. Did you catch the wild boar? If you Huo Huo twice more, your payment for this year will be deducted!"

"Okay, okay," Zhuangtou raised his hand in a gesture of comfort, "I'm going to leave in a moment. If the young master hadn't invited me to come, I wouldn't even bother to come!"

Zhao Lu was young, so she used money with a cheerfulness that did not suit her age. However, precisely because of her young age, it was normal for everyone to call her Young Master.

Seeing that the two of them looked like black-eyed chickens, but they had a tacit understanding in their behavior, Zhao Lu was gossiping, but it was hard to get to the bottom of it, so he smoothed things over and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, there is something I want you to ignore, stay and eat." A lunch.”

With that said, he picked up the clay pipe and walked towards the septic tank.Ignoring the obstruction of Zhuangtou and everyone, Zhao Lu pulled out the plug embedded in the septic tank, and with a pop, a stench that rushed straight to Tianling Gai hit his face, making everyone fall down. .

"It stinks, it stinks. I'm telling you, boss, tell me what's wrong with you. Don't do it yourself... Ouch!" Zhuangtou couldn't hold it back, turned around and ran out, hugging a peach tree and vomited.

Zhao Lu glanced at him, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't eat, otherwise it would be a shame if he vomited?

Ghost Sword didn't say anything, but he nodded in agreement, covered his mouth and nose, and motioned to Peng Hua to help him up.This is a pool for excrement. Although it is sealed, the smell is still very pungent when you get close to it in the hot summer.

Penghua pursed her lips. Zhao Lu had been sketching at home for at least half a month. Now looking at the pottery pipes there, she knew that she was doing something serious. How could she listen to other people's words and distract her?

So he moved and moved, and moved behind Zhao Lu, tightly covering Ghost Sword's eyes.

"Don't be surprised." Zhao Lu stood up, looked up and saw Penghua's not strong body, and said with a smile: "It's such a hot day, why don't you go find an umbrella?"

As if he saw what Ghost Sword was thinking, Zhao Lu put away the smile on his face, looked at the pottery pipe that no longer sprayed out stinky smell, and said in a deep voice: "The sealing properties of glutinous rice milk and white plaster mud are still too weak. Where was your pottery pipe fired? Is the clay produced near us?"

The sealing is too poor and the biogas cannot be stored at all. We still need to find a way to get some 'cement'.For making cement, limestone is easy to obtain, but clay is controlled by those who burn the kilns. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to obtain large amounts of clay without the means.

Mining?Opening a mine today, he will be a death row prisoner of the imperial court tomorrow. Zhao Lu is not brave enough yet. "He has a cousin who is an apprentice in a kiln in Xishan. He commissioned his nephew to make this thing. What do you want the clay for?" Not everyone can get involved in kiln burning. Dao was afraid that Zhao Lu would rush in and ruin the good situation in front of him.

After hearing this, Zhuangtou ignored the Ghost Sword. After pondering for a moment, he said to Zhao Lu: "Master, you have to give me time to inquire about this matter. It's hard to reply to you now."

He turned to ask, "This sweet potato flour is ground from sweet potatoes, so is it flatulent?" After all, sweet potatoes are very angry. Then he turned around, looked at the worker who was turning the flour over, and said, "Excuse me , how does the price of this thing compare with the price of flour?”

The workers were surprised and then shook their heads. They were doing rough processing. This factory gave priority to recruiting women and children, followed by men with children under seven years old.Everyone was so grateful for the daily lunch that they would not ask about anything that had nothing to do with the work at hand.

"Sweet potato flour and sweet potato noodles are both made from sweet potatoes. You don't think I dug up the sweet potatoes and replaced them with wheat sorghum, right?" Zhao Lu shrugged, not minding Zhuangtou 'peeping' into the secrets of the assembly line.

He personally grabbed a handful of sweet potato flour in his hand and explained: "Sweet potato flour is half cheaper than wheat noodles, but after being made into vermicelli, the price can be [-]% more expensive than wheat noodles."

She held out two fingers and was very proud. Today's productivity is five bushels of wheat per mu, and it will still be a good year.

As for sweet potatoes, even with the weather in Beijing this year, the yield per mu is six to seven hundred kilograms. In Jinling, where Zhao San is located, the weather is good and the sows are very high-yielding.It's just that because polished rice and white flour are more popular, everyone is obsessed with wheat and rice.

Growing sorghum in mountainous areas serves the drinks of the powerful class.Sorghum tastes rough and is cheap, so wealthy families can only think of making wine.

Ordinary people grow rice and are reluctant to eat it themselves. Usually after paying the grain tax, if there is any surplus, they will sell it all and then replace it with sorghum and wheat that are cheaper and more abundant, so as to survive the drought year after year.

But even so, in times of famine, one still has to sell one's sons and daughters to survive.

Therefore, any changes in the palace are meaningless to the farmers. After all, the water levels in the deepest wells are currently low. How many people spend half a day traveling over mountains and ridges just to carry back a bucket of daily drinking water.

On the exposed river bed of the moat, you can see the corpses of dead snails and river mussels. When you get closer, a fishy stench hits your nostrils.Zhao Lu lamented more than once, fortunately he did not rent the house by the river, otherwise how would he have lived this life.

Ghost Sword was enthusiastic about Zhao Lu's huge iron machine. When he followed her out, even though he had a sullen expression on Zhuang Tou, he could not hide his positivity.

"I haven't used enough water recently, so I haven't made vermicelli. This vermicelli is not as chewy as wheat, and it's almost useless to make noodles and cakes." It's not that he can't eat it, but it's just that it tastes boring. When Guidao saw Zhao Lu calling for a bag of flour, he was busy. Distinguish in a low voice.

On a hot day, Zhao Lu only said, "Don't worry, the mountain people have their own clever ideas."

The water wine was brewed by Zhao Lu himself. It was actually rice wine that had been stored for a long time. Peng Hua was short-handed and would cook every meal, so she saved a lot of rice.

However, the old rice could not be sold for much money, so it was all turned into a jar of muddy wine.

Add sweet potato flour mixed with cold water according to the three-no-stick method. Add oil in the pot in small amounts and many times. Fry it into pancakes two fingers thick. Cut them into diamond-shaped pieces with a sharp knife. Heat the oil in the pot again. The fragrant garlic sprouts, green onions, red peppers and red peppers rise directly to the top of the lid, giving the sweet potato flour pancake a meaty texture.

When the food was served, Penghua sat next to Zhao Lu and hurriedly filled Zhao Lu's bowl with wine. Seeing that the wine jar went around for a while and then came back, there was only a bottom left in it. Penghua suddenly felt a little depressed. .

This is all saved by mouth, and now it is cheaper for outsiders.

Seeing her distress, Zhao Lu smiled and said, "Brewing wine is indeed a waste. Next time you eat more rice and don't leave any rice or noodles. I won't make any more wine."

To buy new grain at the same price and then sell it after it has aged is something that only a heartless person can do.After saying that, he said a few polite words and drank half a bowl of water and wine.

The smell of alcohol dissipated, and most of the heat wave around him suddenly dissipated. Not to mention the grown men like Ghost Sword, even Zhao Lu himself felt that his internal organs were refreshed!She slapped the wine bowl down on the table, praised it, and shouted: "Let's move!"

Zhuangtou laughed loudly, "Just now everyone was betting on whether you would drink or not, okay! It's refreshing!"

Five or six kilograms of wine, for a group of about thirty people, it was just one sip per person, but everyone gathered together and had a meal that brought tears to their eyes.

Just as the wine table culture was about to spread, Zhao Luzhou felt uncomfortable when he saw the third worker coming forward to say auspicious words, so he shouted: "Today is a simple meal, there is nothing to add. If you have eaten well, I will invite everyone to watch." It’s lively.”

Ghost Sword smiled and said: "Why can't I eat well? The total amount of oil and water in my stomach this year is not as much as today!"

"It must be the young master's cooking skills. It's true that the wild vegetables taste like gods. I think this dish will be called Sai Shenxian from now on!"

Because there is no oil and water. How can we have delicious food without oil and water?Zhao Lu thought to himself, without oil and water, the poop would not be fertile, what else could he say?

Facing the waves of flattery, she felt a little carried away, and for a moment she really had the illusion that she was the heroine.

Seeing her shaky steps, Peng Hua naturally stepped forward to lift her up. Her rough palms were almost like sand and gravel on the ground. The cracks left in the winter were not easy to pick up, which made Zhao Lu smart.

Then he naturally raised his hand and patted his forehead, scolding himself for thinking nonsense. If she were the heroine, what would a high-ranking young lady like Yuanchun Baochai be called?What's more, after seven or eight years of hard work, there is no trace of luck!

Staring at the big, shiny bowl on the table, I couldn't help but think viciously: If the Taiyuan Hospital doesn't provide me with an establishment in two years, I'll find a way to buy a few more acres of land and become a small landowner in the countryside!

If you have never strived for such a thing as compilation, then it will be gone if you don’t have it.But Zhao Lu's current situation is that the meat passes before his eyes and the fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose. It is really difficult not to be tempted!

Every official is an official. In ancient times when information was limited, no matter how small an official was, he still had diverse information channels. Policies were not easy to implement, but there were many benefits when policies changed lives.