MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 15 food price

  Chapter 15 Food Prices

   It turned out to be the son of heartthrob Zhao Yun! Feng Yong finally got excited, no wonder he looks so good-looking, it turns out that his innate genes are so powerful! If I think about it that day, maybe Feng Yong will be able to remember who he is on the spot.

   "Uncle Zhao, is the newly built stove at home ready?"

   When a distinguished guest comes to your home, of course you must treat them well. How can you treat them well? People depend on food, eat, drink and have fun. These two common sayings tell us that eating and drinking is the most important thing, especially food. Therefore, entertain the guest well, treat him to eat and drink well, in order to express the hospitality of the host.

  One of the biggest reasons why Chinese cuisine has fascinated countless crooked people is because of cooking. The iron pot, which is indispensable for cooking, was finally made two days ago after being pondered and pondered by the blacksmith. As soon as the butler brought back the iron pot, Feng Yong immediately asked someone to build a new stove according to the size of the iron pot.

"It was built yesterday, and it was still a little wet after drying for a day today. I guess it will have to wait until it can be used." The housekeeper really didn't understand why the host was so excited when he saw the greeting card, and his eyes were a little worried .

   "Then increase the fire and roast it, and try to put the pot on the shelf in these two days."

  Whether the iron pot is good or not, you have to try it to know. Feng Yong really doesn't have enough confidence in the pig iron processing technology of this era. As for what to cook, you have to think carefully, after all, these days, there are too few food ingredients for future generations. At present, only chicken and fish are available at home, and vegetables are only cabbage, and at most mustard vegetables are added. How to combine these dishes to create a good table needs to be carefully considered.

   While Feng Yong was thinking about how to make a good meal, the price of food in Jincheng, which was a bit weird compared to previous years, finally started to rise.

"What? The price of this food has increased by five cents compared to the previous days?! Shopkeeper Li, why don't you go grab it?" The man who came to buy the food jumped and cursed, "The new food has just been collected, and the price of the food is not high. Let’s just drop it, but now it’s going to go up so much! Is the lard tricked into making black-hearted money?”

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper of the grain store folded his arms and sneered, as if the man in front of him was not the one who scolded him. After the man finished scolding, he waved his hand and said like chasing flies: "The price is the same in the whole city. If you don't buy it, you can go to another house to see it." Look, if anyone is lower than mine, I will give you three buckets of rice!"

  The man let out a "bah", "My black heart covered in lard, your Aunt is short of three buckets of rice?" As he said, he walked out of the grain store with his chest out, and ran to another grain store.

   After a while, the man came out of another grain store cursing again, and then walked to the third grain store.

When the man came out of the third grain store, he lost the energy he had before, with his head half drooped, with a sad face, looking at the half bag of rice in his hand, he was still thinking about the manager of the grain store just now. The words: "Food prices are always going to rise, and they will continue to go up. What are you talking about? Why did they go up? Don't you know that things are going wrong in the south? There is going to be a war, do you know the war? Why do you say it has to go up? "

   "Bah! This shit!" the man murmured, "There are wars every year, and people die every year. It would be better if all of them died."

   Grain prices have risen. When Butler Zhao knew about it, he jumped up and scolded Li Ting in his small yard for a long time. No wonder that black-hearted man ran to Feng's house every day to buy food. He knew that there was going to be a war in the south.

After the scolding, he went to Feng Yong to plead guilty with a bitter face. A few days ago, when the wheat was just harvested, the owner had said that he wanted to buy grain, but he vetoed it. Now that the price of grain has risen suddenly, he must have listened to it at the beginning. In the words of the master's family, at least they can earn back the money to buy chickens and ducks, and they won't end up with an empty treasury today.

   "What's the crime? When I said I wanted to buy food, I just said it casually. Just like what you said, Uncle Zhao, if I bought food, where should I put it?" Feng Yong, who was immersed in researching recipes, said without raising his head.

   "Empty yard, how many..." the butler said half a sentence.

Feng Yong raised his head, looked at the loyal butler with a guilty look on his face, and smiled: "Okay, even if we buy it back and empty the yard, our family only has a small amount of money, that is, how much can we buy if we use it all to buy grain? What about the expenses of buying chickens and ducks?"

These days, generally speaking, only the powerful and the elderly have the right to eat meat frequently, so chickens and ducks are not as cheap as later generations, otherwise, the Feng family would not buy those chickens and ducks and put money on them. The silk space is so empty that mice can run away.

   "Don't worry, food prices won't go up for long. Those who make black-hearted money, it's okay if they are not greedy. If they really want to be greedy, I'm afraid they will be unlucky." Feng Yong comforted his housekeeper.

   "But the old servant heard that the barbarians in the south are rebelling. Now there is going to be a war. How can it not be long?"

  Can I tell you that the old demon Zhuge has no plans to take care of those barbarians in the south in the past two years?

Feng Yong was a little helpless: "Uncle Zhao, if the barbarians are rebellious, they don't necessarily have to go to war, right? You can also appease them. The Nanman are rude, you can appease them and teach them how to be polite. Wrong, don’t do it again? Okay, okay, you’ll know about the price of food in a few days, let’s put it down first. If you’re really okay, go and see if there are any other families in the village with children When you are free, let them go into the house to help Yaomei, the chickens and ducks bought these days can’t be seen by Yaomei alone.”

   "My lord, is this going to spread this chicken raising technique?" As expected, Housekeeper Zhao was distracted all of a sudden, and his eyeballs suddenly bulged out. In his opinion, this method of conjuring chickens and ducks out of nothing to eat is simply a kind of fairy magic. It is a treasure handed down from generation to generation, how can it be taught to others?

   It is really troublesome to communicate with ancient people!

   Feng Yong sighed. It is impossible to keep this method of raising chickens a secret for a lifetime, but it is still possible to keep it a secret for a while. When the time is right, Feng Yong is of course happy to spread the word—note that the premise is that the time is right.

Besides, it’s not that he looked down on the ancients. In this era when even the most basic hygiene knowledge is not popular, if you let ordinary people do this, if you are not careful, raising chickens will turn into raising flies, which is almost a high probability of happening. event. Thinking about the scene of flies flying all over the sky, Feng Yong shuddered.

   "It's just helping to watch the chickens and ducks, why is it spreading? Uncle Zhao, you have watched it for a long time, do you know what's going on?"

   It’s still the same sentence, it’s not that you look down on the ancients, but that you don’t even know the most basic knowledge, so if you show it to you, what can you see?

  People in later generations who know the principle of the atomic bomb explosion are all over the street, but even if they are asked to go to the nuclear factory to watch the production process, they still don't know what's going on. Even those who come from rich families like the butler think that Feng Yong has cast some kind of unknown magic, let alone those peasant boys who have never seen the world?

  The steward nodded, and responded: "That's true. How can the lord's fairy art be learned by ordinary people? There are a lot of poultry bought these days. It is time to find some people to help Yaomei."

  (end of this chapter)