Chapter 19: Private visit to the magistrate on the ministry (first update, please vote if you have votes)

Author: Farmers' pot

Chapter 19: Private visit to the magistrate on the ministry (first update, please vote if you have votes)

Tofu feast is a real tofu feast, and every dish is made of soy products.

Water tofu cabbage balls, home-cooked tofu, fried tofu cut into shreds and mixed with mung bean sprouts, lean tofu stuffed with lean tofu, stir-fried leeks, dried tofu mixed with shredded green onion, stewed with river fish tofu, braised tofu with sauce...

The two people Feng Guihe brought were shocked. Is it as fierce as eating tofu?

There are more than twenty dishes, all of them are tofu, including soup.

How idle people have to think about making so many tofu dishes? Isn't it intentional?

Looking at Feng Gui's desire for knowledge, the inner child poured wine without explaining.

Today's tofu banquet is made by Hanhan, and it is time to plant beans.

The beans I bought before were made of rabbit-mouthed and two-petaled beans, so this one cannot be grown.

So I took it out to grind the tofu. At the beginning, the bean curd and tofu were not dried!

If you come to eat in two days, these dishes will not be the ones.

Our Hanhan said that we could take out hundreds of kinds of tofu vegetables, but our Hanhan... Where did Hanhan go?

When the village chief thought about it, he turned around and looked around, stood up and looked, but there was no.

While having a meal, why is Hanhan missing? Oh my God!

"Where is Hanhan? Who saw Hanhan?"

The village chief was anxious. Why didn’t the villagers come to my main table for dinner?

"Catch two pheasants and grill them in mud by the river and eat them!" Someone knows.

"There is also a domestic chicken." Someone added.

"What's wrong with the chicken? If he wants to eat it, let him eat it," someone stared at him.

"I mean there is a chicken, I didn't say anything else." The person before was wronged.

"I'll take a look." The village chief couldn't eat it anymore.

He walked to the river and heard the sound when he arrived at the place.

"Feed some more wine, it's almost done. Remember how much, and feed other hens who have already held their nests.

Only by getting them drunk can you stuff the chicks under their stomachs.

Then they took the chicks to eat and protect the chicks.

If they attack the chicks, take them out quickly.

Generally, they are diluted with their feces, which means water and sprayed on the chicks.

There is another most important place to ensure adequate food.

If you want a hen to bring the chicks well, it is best to put some insects, that is, insects, on the ground.

In this way, some hens are willing to give guidance even if they know that the children they are not their own and have too much food."

This is Zhu Wentian's talking, and he can't teach his friends in simple words.

He only stewed two pheasants, and he poured wine to see if the chickens were in good condition.

The village chief shook his head, turned back with a smile.

...

The rape flowers are blooming, and everything is normal, which means that you can add rapeseed and ramie after the rice is harvested. The only requirement is to plow.

A few days later, a large group of people came, wearing official uniforms.

The magistrate and chief clerk of Xuancheng County, and the county magistrate led the team here.

There are many people in Xihe Village, so I will report and report it. I have great territories, and farming like this will only waste territories.

When the officials learned that there was a village in the local area that could do this, the officials were moved.

It is better to act than to move. Only by experiencing it yourself can you know whether you are fooling.

All the species in Xiaqiu Village is now being renovated.

Villagers are not afraid of being busy, they are just in vain.

When officials go to the place, they conduct undercover investigations first to avoid being deceived.

They changed their clothes and came to the edge of the field as if they were having fun.

Look at the ridges of the fields and divide the ground into pieces, and make sure that it was a paddy field before, with the ridges high in order to gather water.

The rapeseed in the field grows vigorously, and the ramie sandwiched in it is also good.

There were two old men by the edge of the field, sitting on a stool and rubbing ropes with hemp.

It’s not surprising that the old men saw the visitor. There are always people coming to see him. What’s there to see for a rapeseed?

The difference between the people who came this time was that they rode a horse, and the horse stayed in the distance and were taken care of by people to avoid going into the fields to eat.

The magistrate squatted in front of the rapeseed, looked carefully, touched the leaves with his hands, and moved a little to the side to see the numbness.

The chief clerk followed the example with the county magistrate. The two looked at each other and thought that rapeseed and ramie grew well and did not delay each other.

The magistrate stood up, looked into the distance, and clenched his fists: "Xiaqiu Village has collected rapeseed and ermud this year, and life is better!"

He turned around and came to the two old men who were rubbing the hemp rope, looked at one of the oldest and asked, "Brother-in-law, are you from Xiaqiu Village?"

The old man looked up at him: "Can another village come to help Xiaqiu Village guard the ground and rub the ropes?"

"How do you old man speak?" The yamen runner who followed him scolded.

"Don't be rude." The magistrate said before the old man responded, and turned his head and smiled: "Brother-in-law, who knows who taught me how to grow rapeseed after rice?"

"The villagers... found that they still had the strength to harvest rice, and they were idle, so they just plant something next to each other."

The old man said with a look of not lying to you, with a sincere look.

One hundred magistrates didn't believe it, but they couldn't blame him, so they had to continue laughing: "I think life is not good, so I have to do it, so I can only have more food in the village, and there is enough food in the village?"

"If you have food, you can eat enough." The old man looked a little arrogant when he said this.

"Oh! My father-in-law, I'm waiting for a long journey. I'm watching noon bringing food. Can I ask for a bowl of water?"

The magistrate wanted to go into the village to take a closer look. Shuima had brought it with him, so he wanted to know what to eat in the village.

The old man looked up at the sky: "The third brother left, go back. Come together! Look at the dusty weather, feed the horses, don't have any money."

The group walked towards the village and it was indeed time to have a meal.

Some villagers ran to the mountain temple to shout for people, and they heard movements when they arrived.

"I don't talk about other people's weaknesses, but I don't rely on my own strengths. Messengers can be restored, but I can't measure my desires. According to what we say, explain every word..."

Zhu Wentian gave lectures to his friends in the mountain temple, a thousand-character text. The children had memorized the previous six sentences and understood the meaning, and were practicing writing.

"That's all for today, I'm puzzled and asked me."

He saw someone coming and knew to go down to have a meal.

"Brother Han!" the little girl reminded, squeezing her eyes.

"Oh! Hehe, hehe..."

"Hehehehe!" The friends cooperated.

"Hehehe!" The people who came here laughed and were happy. The villagers were very capable.

Zhu Wentian had not arrived at the place to eat, and the smell came from the wind.

He sniffed: "Stewed chicken?"

The villagers said next to him: "The chickens who took the grain to another village in the morning were replaced by the rice. They didn't plant them and they dared not eat the grains hard, so they were willing to change them in other villages."

"It's hard to plant the land once a year!"

Zhu Wentian understood that the yield per mu itself is small and there is a long idle period.

"Next year they will learn from our village to squeeze oil from rapeseed. If there is too much oil and water, it will not consume grain." The villagers were very proud.

At this moment, the magistrate and nine people and two old men also smelled the smell, chicken.

"Brother-in-law, who killed the chicken? Oh! I don't want to eat it."

He inquired and explained quickly.

"I'm not afraid of eating, just add a few pairs of chopsticks. Today, the whole village eats chicken." The old man was very casual.

The magistrate and others were confused. Whole villages were eating chicken? How can we live?

When I arrived at the place, I was even more shocked when I saw it. The tables were placed outside one by one, the big pot was being held, and the villagers helped to arrange things.

Some people put large pottery basin on the table with both hands, while others delivered rice bowls.

One table and one large pottery basin, is it really a food in the whole village?

The pottery basin and bowl look the same. There are plates, but the chopsticks are bamboo. I want the villagers to cut them themselves.

What's going on in this village?
Chapter completed!