The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 146 Defeating the Instant Noodle Magic
Min Wen Gong deliberately stepped back ten steps away. A gust of summer wind blew over, and he found that he was covered in cold sweat.

Over there, the superior Zhong was kneeling on the ground and crying.

Now that the Son of God was face to face, Master Zhong was hesitant to answer, but he did not dare to tell any more lies.

Min Wen Gong vaguely heard him talking about "three members of a family hanging themselves", "land annexation", "God damn Liu Qianjin for not following the rules..."

"How much rent do you charge in the village?"

"...80%."

Mr. Fang seemed very angry after hearing this.

Min Wen Gong's heart skipped a beat again. He turned his ears and heard Mr. Fang scolding Mr. Zhong: "...80% rent, how dare you? The harvest in the fields is so small now. Can the 20% left to them allow them to feed their family? Can the 20% allow them to have a bowl of porridge a day for the next year? Go to the wheat field and see how skinny they are. Look. There should be a limit to everything, don’t forget, they are the people of the Ming Dynasty, our fellow countrymen, not the shackled black slaves in the American plantations!”

Master Zhong was so frightened that he trembled all over.

He didn't dare to argue, so he quickly lay down and buried his head in the mud puddle, his posture was like a big camel hiding from a sandstorm.

"Tenance rents must come down."

"Not only do you want to lower the rent, but you also have to tell the landlords in the nearby villages to lower the rent together. If you want the people to work for you, and if you want to make long-term profits, you must first ensure that they can survive..."

Min Wen Gong lowered his head after hearing this.

Forced rent reduction was a very explosive thing in the Ming Dynasty. For the landlords and gentry, it was like digging their ancestral graves.

Min Wenggong was of course a member of the gentry. He owned more than 8,000 acres of fertile land in his hometown in Jiangxi.

It stands to reason that he is going to jump in to oppose now, but he can't let Mr. Fang start this in Laishui County! (A single spark can start a prairie fire)
But Mr. Fang, who had always been gentle, was so angry that he, Min Wen Gong, a little ant, how dare he go to meet the wrath of thunder.

Besides, he couldn't care less about that now.

Regarding the banditry last night, Young Master Fang did not blame him at all, but after passing Young Master Fang, there was Yang Wenyue, and His Majesty the Emperor.

Leaders these days are unreasonable.

Who knows if they will become angry because of the loss of face, and finally throw all the evil fire on him, Min Wen Gong?
Saving one's life is the most important thing. As for rent reduction... Alas, I was too far away and I didn't hear anything just now.

Min Wen Gong shrank and quietly took two steps back.

In the wheat field, the multigrain porridge mixed with vegetables and meat was about to turn into a pot of rotten paste. The cook listened to the instructions and stopped adding firewood to the bottom of the pot.

The villagers now know that the soft, white stuff that was cut into pieces like tofu turned out to be bone marrow, and the braised meat pieces as big as pumpkins turned out to be chicken breasts.

There is no doubt that this is something given by Pan Niangniang from heaven.

After they knew the inside story, they all suddenly realized. No wonder they felt so ecstatic when they smelled this smell. It turns out that this is food in the fairy palace! (Of course you feel light after being hungry for a long time)

Pan Niangniang saved their lives last night, and now she gave them food eaten by gods. The villagers were moved to tears. Under the leadership of the third uncle of the Hong family, they knelt in a circle around the big pot.

They moved neatly and looked solemn. First they shouted to the sky, "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Empress Pan", then they kowtowed three times; then they shouted "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Empress Pan", and then kowtowed...

When Fang Yu came over, he saw such a scene, which reminded him of those weird cult rituals in American movies.

The third uncle was very clever. When he saw Fang Yu coming, he immediately led the villagers to kowtow to Fang Yu. The lyrics in his mouth also changed naturally: "Save the suffering Fang Dong family..."

Fang Yu was a little angry on the road just now, but now he is in a good mood. He greeted the villagers and asked Xiao Cai: "Is the vegetable porridge ready? How long will it take before we can eat it?"

Xiao Cai quickly bent down and said, "Add green vegetables at the end and it will be ready in no time."

Then he called a few people carrying dustpans and poured the green vegetables and mushrooms into the pot and stirred them. Finally, he brought out a jar of finely ground sesame oil and poured a little carefully into each pot in turn.

The aroma of vegetable porridge that filled the air instantly doubled - anyone who has cooked vegetable porridge at home knows that as long as it is cooked properly and mixed with finely ground sesame oil, the aroma will make all living creatures drool.

Its fragrance may also be the only thing in the world that can defeat the magic of instant noodles.

Fang Yu clearly heard a loud sound of hunger coming from the side. He turned around and saw that standing next to him were Min Wengong, Luo Shangwen, and Queen Zhang.

They all had very calm expressions on their faces, and it was really impossible to tell who had a bad belly.

No matter who it was, Fang Yu felt a little hungry after smelling this smell.

After a while, the county cooks began to ladle food to the villagers, and Fang Yu, Min Wen, Gong, and Queen Zhang each received a bowl.

Someone had already moved a few chairs from the second canteen, but when he saw that the villagers were all sitting on the ground, he ignored the chairs and just found a small stone to sit on.

Fang Yu refused to sit on the chair, and Min Wen Gong and Queen Zhang naturally refused to sit, so an extremely rare scene in this era appeared in the wheat field - the nobles and the poor sat on the ground together, eating from the same pot. The food came out.

The vegetable porridge smells delicious and tastes delicious. There are more than 300 villagers in Hongjia Village. At this moment, all their attention is on the bowl, and they have no time to chat at all.

Hong Qi had just given two pieces of chicken breast to his son, and accidentally put another piece of bone marrow in his mouth.

There are too many good things in this porridge. Hong Qi, plus his three generations of ancestors, may have never had such a luxurious bowl of porridge in his life.

He deliberately gave this piece of bone marrow to his son to eat, but when he spit it out, he saw that only a small half of the piece of bone marrow was left, so he picked it up and put it back in his mouth.

This time he could savor the taste.

Large pieces of bone marrow are shaped like tofu, but the flavor is ten times more delicious. It has a strong gravy aroma and is rich in oil. It is really good for people like Hong Qi who eat wild vegetables and watery porridge and bran and wheat bark cakes all year round. It is different from the food in the heavenly palace.

The most convenient way for a person to obtain happiness is to enjoy delicious food. If the person is hungry, this happiness will increase many times.

Hong Qi filled his stomach with half a bowl of hot porridge. At this time, he tasted half a piece of bone marrow, king oyster mushrooms, and a little shredded chicken breast. He now felt a very substantial happiness.

(End of this chapter)