Farmer's Favorite

Lin Qi looked at the man's expression and couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

The grass next to the peony is no more than the length of the palm, a small one, with two small leaves growing out, it is impossible to tell what it is.

It was Lin Baocheng who replied first, and he said: "Is there something wrong with this weed? There are a lot of it in Xicheng, and the flowers are small yellow flowers, which is nothing special. The flowers are not good-looking and can't be eaten. No one cares about them except wild ones. , No one else will plant it specially."

Zhuang Xinyan let go of Lin Baocheng's grip, and gently fiddled with the small leaves.

Ancient times are no better than modern times, and many things are extremely inconvenient.

Not to mention other things, especially in terms of food.

The reason for this is in the seasoning.

The oil used now is all meat oil, and the most is boiled with fat meat.

The reason why farmers are reluctant to cook is because the oil is expensive.

But on the other hand, any dish with added oil and water is extraordinarily delicious.

The reason why Zhuang Xinyan thought of this was because of the little 'wild grass' in front of him.

He opened his mouth gently, and said, "This is called Brassica, and it has another name, rape flower."

"Cauliflower?"

Lin Baocheng scratched his head, "This name is a bit weird."

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, "With the name 'oil', could it be related to 'oil'?"

Zhuang Xin stretched his hand to touch the cheek of the little husband, and said with a smile: "Isn't that right? Rapeseed flower is a good thing, it can squeeze out oil."

After saying this, the other two were amazed.

Meat oil is expensive, and a catty of fat meat is about ten yuan, and the lard that is boiled out is only a little, but this weed-like thing can squeeze out oil?

Zhuang Xinyan continued: "In addition to this, soybeans can also be boiled to produce oil, but I don't know how to do it, but I know a little bit about oil extraction from rapeseed flowers. Lin Baocheng, please tell your brother first, let them go next time." Xicheng has brought back some, and it will take a few months to wait for the planting, so there is no rush."

This was heard in the ears of the other two, not to mention how painful it was.

Lin Qi was speechless, and Lin Baocheng couldn't bear it any longer. He asked, "It's such a big deal to extract oil from weeds, brother, you must be too calm."

No, for them, this is definitely not a trivial matter.

Even compared to salted eggs and papermaking, rapeseed flowers are definitely at the forefront.

But Zhuang Xinyan got up, and said indifferently: "Only seeds can be squeezed out of oil, no matter how urgent, what's the use of such a small bud, let's plant it first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Lin Baocheng's eagerness, he directly kicked him out.

Lin Qi was a little funny, but when it came to farming, he thought of the three acres of fertile land at home, and he said: "We will have to sow the seeds soon, the villagers helped us to harvest the fields before, and now we don't have time to spare, why don't we rent them out?" ?”

At the time of building the house, I also bought three acres of fertile land.

Zhuang Xinyan really didn't bother with this, and he didn't plan to cultivate the fields. He didn't think much, and said: "The old man has planted a lot of medicinal materials. Anyway, our fields are useless, so let him go. Plant some medicinal materials, and there will be a place for the old doctor to help in the future."

Lin Qi heard that he really didn't feel reluctant, so he nodded, "Then go and tell him tomorrow, it will take only a few days if you really want to plant seeds, and the old man will definitely do the job of going to the field when he is old. No, you are thinking about who to ask for help."

Zhuang Xinyan naturally agreed.

He has a lot of people under him now, so naturally he can be free, even if he can't, that guy Lin Baocheng is fine anyway, so it's okay to let him go to the ground.

For several days.

Zhuang Xinyan got busy.

Although the work of papermaking has been explained, they are all beginners in the end, and it is inevitable that they are not proficient in some things.

The green sandalwood bark and other raw materials prepared earlier have been exposed to the sun and rain, and have been naturally whitened.

Then soaking, beating and other steps are prepared to make pulp, and then the paper is fished in water and dried.

Xuan paper can be made.

It is simple to say, but it is not easy to practice one by one.

Many of the process details are carefully thought out by EMI people.

After what Yuan Yi said last time, Zhuang Xinyan didn't seek perfection this time, nor did he take out the secret recipe that the old man told him back then to make it, but just followed the most common method.

In this way, after this process, about half a month has passed, and the finished product has not yet been seen.

However, one side of the workshop is covered with a large piece of white snow, which is drying in the sun.

Today, Lin Qi couldn't help but be surprised that after more than half a month's work, some turf and straw had completely changed. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe it? It was actually caused by these things.

He asked the man beside him, "How long will it take to dry?"

"It will take a few days." Zhuang Xinyan replied, while speaking, he stretched out his hand to bring the little husband into his arms. From the beginning, the flat stomach has now risen and fallen, and you can see it just by looking at it. Slightly distended belly.

Lin Qi glanced at him sideways, and said with a smile, "Haven't you seen enough?"

My man is also interesting, he always likes to look at his belly, today has only passed half a day, but he has caught it several times, as if he just can't get enough of it.

Zhuang Xinyan rested his chin on the young husband's shoulder, and his eyes fell on the rising and falling abdomen. He said, "You grow so fast, is he making a fuss today?"

Lin Qi put his hands on his stomach, he shook his head, and pointed out, "I'm afraid it was too much trouble yesterday, so I'm still sleeping."

Zhuang Xinyan's ears turned red for an instant, he coughed lightly, and said nothing.

Lin Qi pursed his lips, restraining himself from laughing out loud.

From feeling the baby moving, the man seems to have found a pleasure.

In the house, the man is always holding his belly, either whispering or humming a song.

Zhuang Xinyan seemed to sense Lin Qi's smile, especially those teasing eyes, and immediately covered his eyes with his hand, and said humbly, "That's enough, you don't care about him bullying me." Also see my jokes."

He spoke with a sense of unease.

Last night, it was inevitable that you would fall in love with me.

Although it is not possible to make too much trouble, it is also possible to solve each other with hands.

When the result was strong, the little guy couldn't bear it and started to toss.

This time, Lin Qi quit immediately, and Zhuang Xinyan could only withdraw his hand lazily, complaining.

With this complaint, Lin Qi's stomach began to feel restless, and after finally being appeased, he said something again, but he started to move again.

Back and forth, it was as if the two were arguing through their stomachs.

When he came back to his senses, seeing Lin Qi's teasing eyes, Zhuang Xinyan immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

He would do such a childish behavior.

It's just a pity that he really did it.

Village head Lin happened to see this scene when he came.

His face couldn't help showing relief. Speaking of which, Zhuang Xinyan and Lin had a very bad life in the past. Fortunately, they have met each other now and can be with each other.

Seeing the expressions on their faces made even an old man like him feel envious.

Even, you can't help but think about the past.

He stepped forward, his footsteps deliberately heavier.

When the two couples heard the sound, they turned around and saw that Zhuang Xinyan said, "The village chief, why are you here when you have time?"

Village head Lin has been really busy these days.

Almost every household in Xishan Village has made a fortune, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Those smart people dare not force them because of the people in Yamen and Bafang Pavilion.

But you can't force it, they just do it softly.

It's just that Zhuang Xinyan was impatient to deal with these matters, but the village chief couldn't take them over.

After all, the people who came were more or less powerful or related. It was impossible for him to really hang people there, but if he didn't hang them out, those people came to the door all day long, and besides daring to receive them, he also Couldn't do anything else.

In this way, after a long time, he couldn't stand it.

He said: "You kid threw me the trouble, and asked me why I came here when I was free?"

Zhuang Xinyan didn't feel guilty at all, he smiled and said, "Village Chief, you are capable, these things are not a big deal to you."

Village head Lin laughed angrily: "What can I do as an old man, you kid, make up your mind quickly, or I'll just let them enter the gate of your house."

Seeing the village head getting so angry, Lin Qixian couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed the people around him, "Okay, don't tease the village head anymore."

After hearing this, Village Chief Lin still didn't understand what he said immediately: "My good boy, dare you have a plan already?"

"It's not really a plan. These people come here just to make money. There aren't many salted eggs coming out now. Bafang Pavilion and a few places have to get a lot of them. If we supply these people again, we have to reduce the quantity of the villagers." Zhuang Xinyan said calmly.

Village Chief Lin's face suddenly became anxious, but he didn't speak, but continued to listen.

Zhuang Xinyan followed up and said: "Of course I don't plan like this. To put it bluntly, those people outside have no relationship with me, so why should I spare money for them to earn. However, salted eggs are not good, but flower cakes are not. feasible."

Since the Chinese New Year, he has completely stopped doing the flower cake business.

Firstly, several shops in the town have figured out the recipe, and the profit of the flower cake is too small, so it is naturally not as good as the salted egg.

It's just that the people in Xishan Village don't like it, but it doesn't mean that other people don't like it.

Zhuang Xinyan's idea was to make one last fortune from Hua Gao.