MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 18 trade?

  Chapter 18 Trading?

  As a second-generation official, Zhao Guang is well-informed in terms of eating and drinking, even in the banquets in the palace.

  It can be said that in the land of Shuhan, there are only a handful of dishes that I think I have never seen or eaten. But when the chubby cook in the strange white clothes of the Feng family brought the dishes, he found that he couldn't name any of the dishes.

"This is called steamed fish." Seeing Zhao Guangduan sitting there trying not to show a strange expression, but not knowing how to use his chopsticks, Feng Yong picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the fish soup, and made a demonstration , "It's extremely delicious when dipped in it."

   "This is white-cut chicken, dipped in the mixed sauce, it tastes very good."

   "This is called boring chicken nuggets. You don't need to dip it in it, you can eat it directly. This is a unique dish of Feng's family, and it is not available elsewhere. Brother Yiwen, what do you think of the taste?"

  …

Looking at the table full of delicacies, Zhao Guang was amazed at first, and then felt a serious sense of frustration. The arrogance of this hidden world mountain gate really has the confidence-even an ordinary banquet, the dishes are delicious, even in the palace. Nothing compares.

  What's ridiculous is that I still want to trade the wealth and power of the world with them. If I want to come to their abilities, how can things in the world be attractive to them?

   "Brother Yiwen, why is he suddenly depressed?" As a bad taste of a certain wood turtle, it is really interesting to see the appearance of ancient people who have never seen the world. Of course, with some unknown thoughts, Feng Yong couldn't help asking strangely when he found that Zhao Guang suddenly became a bit dull, "Could it be that this dish doesn't suit Brother Yiwen's taste?"

   You should eat quickly, if you don’t eat more, how can I have the nerve to seal your mouth later?

Zhao Guang smiled wryly and shook his head, "Brother Mingwen is serious! To be honest, I have never eaten such delicious food. To put it bluntly, although I have little knowledge, I have also eaten palace banquets. When it comes to delicious food, I am afraid It is also not comparable to the delicacies of your family."

  Then what's the matter with you looking like you ate shit?

   "Is that something on your mind?"

Zhao Guang took a deep breath, stood up as if he had made up his mind, and bowed directly to Feng Yong: "Thanks to the hospitality of the master, I came here this time, but I have something special to ask for. Some words, if you don't say it first , it’s dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, I’m afraid I won’t even know how to taste it!”

   "I know, Brother Yiwen said it at the door just now, but I don't know what you want?"

   Here comes, but he has only eaten a few mouthfuls of food, how should I refuse?

   "A few days ago, I saw the quyuan plow made by Brother Mingwen. It is really a sharp tool for farming. I want to find out how to make this thing, promote it to the world, and benefit the people..."

"no!"

  Feng Yong refused Zhao Guang before he finished speaking, and then realized, "Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Plow? What plow?"

   Sure enough, it still doesn’t work? It seems that the people in the hidden world mountain gate are still acting according to their personal likes and dislikes, ignoring the life and death of the world, just like the rumors.

Zhao Guang smiled bitterly, and said disheartened, "Naturally, it is the Quyuan plow used by the servants of your mansion when I first met Brother Mingwen a few days ago. Compared with the plows used in the world, it saves half the effort and achieves more work. , if it can be generalized, it will be a blessing to the people of the world. I came here this time to find out how to make this thing, but I don't know how brother Mingwen will give up his love?"

  Although Zhao Guang tried his best to hide his emotions, his slightly trembling hands had already betrayed his heart.

  Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang strangely, I have traveled to the wrong era? Or is there already a patent law in this era? This Zhao Guang is asking me for permission, right?

   "The method of making this object is extremely simple. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily make it after careful consideration with the real object. How can you be so earnestly asked by Brother Yiwen?"

  As long as you don't covet Lao Tzu's chicken raising method, everything is fine.

"Otherwise, this thing may be insignificant to brother Mingwen, but it is a precious thing to a big man. If this thing can be generalized, wouldn't the labor and manpower saved be able to double the field , wouldn’t that be able to double the amount of food?! So, why do the people worry about not having enough food? Why do the court worry about not having enough food? Why don’t the great men worry about not being revived?”

   Who taught your mathematics? Doesn't seem too far off the mark? Is the algorithm a bit too idealistic?

Feng Yong pondered for two seconds, and the tubie's temper began to flare up: "Since brother Yiwen has said so, if I say no to it, wouldn't it be too unreasonable? But I heard you say so much about this thing, then I Should there be any benefit?"

   Sure enough, these hidden world mountain gates are all selfish people?

"I don't know what Brother Feng wants? Whatever is in me, whatever I can, I will take from Brother Feng!" Zhao Guang was almost moved by his impassionedness, and even called him Brother Feng instead of Brother Mingwen. .

  Damn it today I'm going to go all out. If it wasn't for being afraid of the mountain gate behind this guy, he went directly to the farmer who worked as Qu Yuanli, why did he come to this?

  Your **** touched me!

   "I want those hills behind Fengjiazhuang, but I wonder if brother Yiwen can do it?" Feng Yong was also very moved, but moving is nothing but moving, but the benefits are still indispensable. So Feng Tubie tentatively made a request, and his fingers hidden under the table were trembling slightly.

   Those are not the small hills that Feng Yong originally intended to raise chickens, but the mountains behind the hills. At this time, the barren mountains and forests were dense, and they had not suffered the kind of large-scale destruction of later generations at all. Except for a few woodcutters who occasionally went up to the mountains to cut firewood, there were almost no human activities on them.

   And there is a reason why Feng Yong wanted those hills. A few days ago, when the busy farming was over, when the farmers in the village were free, someone went up the mountain to catch a few pheasants and exchanged them with the housekeeper for food. If you catch a hare here, you can exchange some food at the owner's house. A few pheasants can be exchanged for a few days of rations.

Of course, the pheasant is not the point. The point is that Feng Yong happened to pass by at that time and saw the branch tied to the foot of the pheasant. The farmer broke it off a tree on the mountain. It happened that Feng Yong just knew it This kind of branch.

   "This is a tea tree!" Feng Yong said with emotion at the time.

  Yes, this is the tea tree.

  As for why Feng Yong is so emotional? Of course there is a past.

  At that time in 1996, someone invested in the small county where Feng Yong's village belonged to and built a factory, which was considered a major event back then.

Gossip is flying all over the sky, and there are rumors that a tea factory is being built, and then suddenly people from various villages in the county go to the countryside to sell tea plants and tea trees. You can pick tea leaves in one year, and encourage farmers to buy tea seedlings as much as possible—of course, tea seedlings are more expensive, but you can make money a year earlier, right? Take a look at that tea factory. It might be completed soon. If you plant it this year, you can make money the year after. If you earn a year earlier, how much more will you earn than others?

So in that year, almost every household planted tea more or less, and served them meticulously like an uncle. Some of the tea trees were directly transplanted and bought a lot of tea seedlings because of the death of many tea trees. replant.

  Wait and wait, until the next year, the government announced that it was indeed a tea factory, but it was not an ordinary tea factory. They built a jasmine tea factory, which had nothing to do with the tea trees planted by the peasant brothers!

  The jasmine tea factory uses jasmine as the raw material of course. When regular government personnel brought jasmine seeds to the countryside to promote them, they encountered unprecedented resistance, and the peasant brothers suffered a great loss. Who would dare to believe such a thing again?

  I don’t care about jasmine or not. Anyway, don’t tea factories make tea? Why can't you collect tea? Farmer uncles really can't figure it out, if they can't figure it out, they can't understand it, and if they can't understand it, they have to find a way to understand it.

  The liar who lied to Lao Tzu to grow tea last year can’t be found, but aren’t there still a few locals who shouted for the liar? As a result, those few locals fell into bad luck. The door was splashed with feces every day, and the windows were smashed with stones every night. In the end, no one dared to live in those few houses, and they were turned into haunted houses.

  (end of this chapter)