Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Three: The Gods Are Now in the World

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early winter.

It has been snowing for half a month in the capital, and the heavy snow has crushed hundreds of houses near Gyeonggi, so that Suncheon Prefecture is complaining.

Coupled with the frequent disasters in Huaibei and Shandong, Emperor Hongzhi was depressed for a long time because of the letter to the capital.

But at this time, a piece of news from Xishan made Fang Jifan excited like a chicken blood.

He hurried to Xishan, and in a warm shed in Xishan, he saw Zhang Xin and Zhu Houzhao standing by the field ridge in the warm shed.

As soon as Fang Jifan arrived, Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up, and he said, "I don't see you all the time, old Fang, it's time for you to come out and get some air."

Fang Jifan touched his head and said, "Brain disease, brain disease."

He came here today for a purpose, but he didn't have time to take care of Zhu Houzhao, so he turned to Zhang Tao: "How?"

Zhang Dao said: "The potato fields of more than ten acres are all ripe, so hurry up and invite thousands of households to come."

Fang Jifan was so excited that he wanted to cry.

The three big men were all filled with emotion.

These dozens of acres of potatoes are taken care of by Zhang Xin with great painstaking care. From the beginning of germination, planting, recording their habits, then producing potatoes, and finally picking out good varieties, according to the data and experience recorded in the past, adjust the land The fertility, temperature, and even the time of light, and then continue to raise seedlings and plant.

The only advantage of the greenhouse here is that there is no concept of spring, summer, autumn and winter here, so as long as you are in the greenhouse, there is no concept of spring and autumn plowing at all.

In order to ensure the breeding of potatoes, after the first batch of potatoes were planted, almost every sprouted potato was carefully selected by Zhang Xin to ensure that it was the best variety.

Not only that, he also planted a few mu of potatoes densely, just to see how high the yield per mu of potatoes can be.

These potatoes can be said to have consumed all his energy.

Even if his wife, the daughter of the king of Zhou, came back from Kaifeng's natal family, he never really spoke to his wife during these three months.

His hands were already covered with calluses, and because of the frequent bending and squatting, his body was a little rickety.

Fang Jifan still vaguely remembered Zhang Xin's thin skin and tender flesh at the time, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was handsome, but now, there is no such thing as a young man, more like an old farmer over forty years old, with a face It was covered with ditches, and the dead skin on the arm was peeled off layer by layer. The new skin and the old skin looked a little oozing.

Zhu Houzhao was also dark, but even thinner, with short hairy beards growing under his chin. He also took care of the potato fields. Usually, Mr. Wang was on duty at the Imperial Academy, so he ran with Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin has nothing to do with Zhu Houzhao, but fortunately Zhu Houzhao is still willing to do it, let him pick the dung, he will pick the dung, let him cultivate the soil, Zhu Houzhao will cultivate the soil, little pig scholar, ah, no, little Zhu Houzhao is in Xishan The reputation is still good, people think this little scholar is honest, although he sometimes likes to brag, but when it comes to things, he is very willing to work hard.

At this time, Fang Jifan said with a bit of surprise: "Secretly planted?"

"Densely planted." Zhang Xin looked rosy: "I dug out a few yesterday, and they are not small. I'm afraid the yield is not low."

As soon as this was mentioned, Zhang Xin became extremely excited.

So Fang Jifan couldn't help squatting down, and planed a bunch of potatoes on the spot. Sure enough, the potatoes were in bunches like grapes, and they were not small, much larger than the ones cultivated last time.

Fang Jifan was moved: "It's really not easy, these months of hard work are worth it."

When Zhang Xin heard this sentence, wasn't he talking about himself? In fact...he is not a strong person. He was beaten when he urinated, and he cried when he was beaten. At this moment, tears flowed out like broken beads.

Zhu Houzhao curled his lips, and couldn't help but said, "You lie at home every day and pretend to be sick, why bother?"

Zhang Xin immediately said seriously: "You can't say that, Your Highness..."

Zhang Xin knows Zhu Houzhao's identity. He is the son of a British prince. He has met Zhu Houzhao many times in the past, but Zhu Houzhao hates Zhang Xin and finds him boring. Zhang Xin is an "old boy" and despises him. This kind of naughty brat is nothing more than that.

But now, they finally found a common hobby.

"Your Highness, Qianhu's hard work lies in his heart, not his labor. He has worked harder than us."

Fang Jifan was very pleased that Zhang Xin could say this. Sure enough, there are still people in this world who can understand him, and not all of them are superficial people like Zhu Houzhao.

Naturally, Fang Jifan would not care about this brat Zhu Houzhao, and said with a high expression on his face, "Choose an auspicious day in a few days. Let's dig. After digging out, we will go to the palace to announce the good news. Oh, yes, go dig in other fields." Some potatoes come out, let's try to make some food with these potatoes, and see how it tastes."

The crops are planted, but they have to be delicious. If they are not tasty, do you have an egg?

Therefore, you have to taste the taste first, and the real chapter will only be seen in practice!

With green eyes, Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan excitedly and said, "Can these potatoes be made into steamed cakes?"

"No." Fang Jifan said with a straight face.

"Can it be made into potato porridge? Just like sweet potato porridge?"

"Don't make trouble, I think about cooking."

To be honest, Fang Jifan doesn't know much about cooking. After all, he spent more time in his previous life studying how to make a good bowl of cooking.

Sauerkraut and beef instant noodles, this cooking skill is a bit crooked.

But it doesn't matter, this young master has never eaten pork, have you ever seen a pig walk?

As Fang Jifan spoke, he stared at Zhu Houzhao and said, "Your Highness, take a few steps and take a look."

"What?"

Zhu Houzhao was a little confused!

Zhu Houzhao didn't know what the intention was, but he hesitated and took two steps: "Is that so?"

Fang Jifan slapped his forehead and said, "Let's go."

Zhu Houzhao is so flattered, can this enlighten Fang Jifan? Could it be that if you take two steps, what is the meaning?

So he hurriedly followed Fang Jifan, while Zhang Xin went to collect potatoes in another greenhouse.

In Xishan, there is a special canteen, which mainly supplies food and drink for Qianhusuo. No matter what their motives are, these captains and wrestlers of Qianhusuo have really worked hard to come here. They have been recording in the fields all day. Data, taking care of fruits and vegetables, and sometimes going to Longquan Temple to deal with the mud every day, Fang Jifan set up the dining hall. The days of eating big pot meals are still very pleasant, because Fang Jifan has never been stingy when it comes to eating.

Today, Fang Jifan summoned all the cooks here.

The chief banner official in charge of managing the cooks is called Yang Rang, and Yang Rang is not an unknown person. His family has made contributions in the Annan War. The hereditary officials of thousands of households, and their ancestors are all working in the Jinwu Guard. This time, God knows What kind of connections did he use to curry favor with the Duke of England before filling him into the Qianhu Office, but this guy was so fat that he was out of breath as soon as he got to the field, Zhang Xin couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply reported to Fang Jifan and let him Yang Rang was on duty in the dining hall.

This guy doesn't know how to cook, but he can eat, so he is a gourmet in Qianhusuo. The only characteristic is that he can supervise the cooks to work hard and not be lazy.

At this time, he was smiling, and when he smiled, there was almost only a slit in his eyes, but it was not annoying to watch.

Fang Jifan roughly explained to him, and then Zhang Xin personally brought a basketful of potatoes. Dozens of cooks began to peel the potatoes. First, some people started to heat the pan, put oil in it, and then peeled the potatoes into strips. Put the potatoes in a hot pan and start frying.

On the other side, start to soak the potatoes to make mashed potatoes, and also follow the practice of steamed cakes, pancakes.

Potatoes are eaten as a staple food in the West. Not only can they be full, but the nutrition contained in potatoes is not much different from that of wheat and rice.

This is different from sweet potatoes. Although sweet potatoes can be used as a supplementary food or replace the staple food in times of famine, for the human body, potatoes are the best food to replace wheat and rice.

There are many ways to make this potato, but it takes some thought to make it acceptable.

After all, for many people who are accustomed to eating noodles and rice, suddenly replacing the original food with a staple food is troublesome if it does not suit their taste.

Fang Jifan probably thought of seven or eight plans in his mind, simple mashed potatoes, potato beef stew, potato cakes, potato bread, hot and sour potato shreds?

Thinking of hot and sour potato shreds, Fang Jifan couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, feeling a little hungry.

It is easy to be sour. There is vinegar in this era, and the taste of vinegar in this era is more mellow, but it is spicy... Well, although there is no chili, but... there is no shortage of substitutes. To be honest, even if real chili appears, I am afraid it will be People in this era can't easily accept it. Instead, there are many foods that can produce a slightly spicy effect, such as dogwood, pepper, ginger, mustard, green onion, garlic and so on.

As soon as he said it, Fang Jifan asked someone to fetch a pen and paper, and began to write the recipes. He roughly wrote out the recipes one by one. As for whether he could actually make them, he had no idea. The general process should be able to be figured out.

who cares……

Although Yang Rang can't do heavy work, but he is serious in his work. He directs people to start division of labor and cooperation. Dozens of cooks, in front of thousands of households, who dares to neglect?

Zhu Houzhao probed his head: "Is this okay to eat? Is it delicious? Is it poisonous? When can I eat it? I... I'm hungry..."

Fang Jifan was annoyed, this guy was in the way, really annoying.

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Fang Jifan took a deep breath, handed seven or eight recipes to Yang Rang, and then imitated Zhu Houzhao to probe around and shuttle between the big stoves.

Only Zhang Xin seemed a little excited, his body trembling slightly.

He is only responsible for planting, but he doesn't know if this thing can be eaten. If not, what's the point of growing as many potatoes as he can?

Therefore, he has been anxiously waiting in his heart.

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