Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

After successively paying wheat taxes to the landowners of the Zhao family and the imperial court, the already bountiful harvest of the Qian family became withered again, as if the food had been robbed out of thin air. Mother Qian's mood changed, it tasted bitter, and the aroma no longer filled the room compared to usual.

There were very few vegetables and meat varieties in ancient times, and beef was not allowed.Qiao Jiwei has been missing steak and potatoes for the past few months, but unfortunately, these two things were not available in the Ming Dynasty.Recently, the Qian family's food has plummeted again, Qiao Jiwei inevitably became more and more greedy.

One day, Qiao Jiwei took Qian Dayong to the market, so that he could buy a bowl of chaos or meat skewers to satisfy his hunger.The market was bustling with people, all kinds of meat, coriander, and sweat smell mixed together, and the sound of hawking was endless, and the common people were noisy and happy in the market.Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei stopped in front of a wonton stall. A caravan was passing by the market, and people wandering on the street gave way.

The people in these caravans were all crying, and the unreasonable people thought their parents were dead. Qiao Jiwei glanced at the things in the bag, and saw something familiar-potatoes! This group of merchants wanted to sell to the west of Hangu Pass Unexpectedly, he met a group of domineering Huihui, and after taking the silk, he didn't give him any silver, but left them the worthless things in these dozens of bags.This gang buys and sells by force, and is carrying machetes. In a critical moment, life-saving is the most important thing. The merchants had to accept the "alien species" with tears in their eyes.Because of this kind of uselessness, they felt disgusted when they saw these bags of agricultural products, and they never thought about trying new flavors. They thought about dividing these bags of things after returning home, and they walked here in frustration all the way.

The origin of potatoes is in the Americas, and Qiao Jiwei racked his brains to dig out the historical knowledge he had learned in middle school, only to realize that this was the age of great exploration in the West, and it was at this time that American food was introduced to China.Qiao Jiwei is lucky: he has traveled to a good era.If you traveled to the Han and Tang Dynasties, you might not be able to eat even ordinary meat, let alone potatoes.

Seeing that the caravan was about to pass by, Qiao Jiwei called to stop the driver: "Can you sell me these potatoes?"

One of the group turned around. This man was fat and strong, with a round face. He seemed to be the leader. He looked at Qiao Jiwei in confusion, as if he had heard an anecdote from all over the world: "What are potatoes?"

Only then did Qiao Jiwei realize that he had said the wrong thing. At that time, potatoes had not yet become popular in China, so they naturally had no name.He pointed to the big egg in the bag: "This is it."

The merchants were relieved and all showed long-lost smiles.Finally, these bags of unlucky things can be disposed of.Because Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei didn't bring enough money, they took the group to the village.

Along the way, the merchants rushed to talk about their encounters in the Western Regions, and Qiao Jiwei calculated while listening.When it was his turn to speak, he whispered comforting words to them.

Back in the village, Qiao Jiwei was busy entertaining them with tea and water. Qian's mother was a woman, so she just sat in her bedroom without showing her face.After exchanging pleasantries, the leader explained the price, "How about ten cents a catty?"

Qiao Jiwei thought in his heart that he had met his opponent, and the chicken cost ten cents a catty, so this vegetarian dish was the same price as meat?He retreated to advance, "Okay, ten pennies are ten pennies!"

The leader put down his tea bowl and laughed, "Refreshing!"

Qian Dayong, on the other hand, was distressed by the copper plate. This Qiao Jiwei really didn't take money seriously, even ten cents! He really could afford it.

Qiao Jiwei grinned: "But I only want two catties."

At this time, the head of the caravan felt uneasy. It would be too much of a fuss to invite them here just for two catties, "Ah! This..."

Qiao Jiwei picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of tea, "I just want to make a tooth-beating sacrifice. If I want too much, I'm afraid it will rot." Then he pointed to the old wall of Qian's house, and looked around, "Besides, look at my house like this My son, can you afford your ten cents a catty of potatoes? Instead of buying this thing, I might as well buy a few catties of chicken stew."

The head of the caravan thought about it, "Then how much do you say?"

Qiao Jiwei stretched out a finger: "One penny!"

Of course, Qiao Jiwei didn't really want to pay a penny for the potatoes, he just deliberately lowered the price so that the price would be beneficial to him.

"One penny? This is too low!"

"How much did we pay for that batch of silk when we bought it?"

The people in the caravan were chattering, and the head of the caravan raised his hand, and the noise stopped immediately.Then he started bargaining with Qiao Jiwei, and finally set the price at three Wen a catty.Don't look at the two people coming and going, the confrontation is fierce.

Qiao Jiwei bought a total of two bags of potatoes this time, and almost used up the money he earned from buying the wheat rubbing machine last time.The head of the caravan was still a little worried, he asked two people to bring a bag full of things to the house, what was in the bag?Qiao Jiwei stood up and saw that it was corn.It would be beneficial to collect this bag of corn, so Qiao Jiwei discussed with the head of the caravan that one liter of wheat would be exchanged for two liters of corn.

At this time, the faces of the people in the caravan showed relaxed expressions, and their brows began to frown.

After the transaction, a group of people in these caravans were going to continue their journey, but Qiao Jiwei left them behind.

He went to Qian's mother's bedroom and asked her to cook some meals for the guests, respectfully.Although Qian's mother was extremely unfriendly to Qiao Jiwei on weekdays, she still had to abide by the ancient women's morals.So he didn't want to turn his face, and went to the pot room to clean the pots and pans.Qiao Jiwei turned around and walked to Butcher Liu's house to cut some pork.Qian Dayong accompanied the guests in the principal room.

In the kitchen, Mother Qian made fried pork with chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, fried pork with small rapeseed, scrambled eggs with leeks, fried tofu... They were all homemade stir-fries, and there was nothing unusual about them.But these caravans came here from the Western Regions, and they ate and slept in the open all the way, and the inn entertained them with simple tea and light food. After eating this kind of food today, it was as if they had eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, and their favorability towards the Qian family soared a bit. I don't feel that I have suffered a loss in this transaction.

Qiao Jiwei originally wanted to ask Qian's mother to make a pot of boiled potatoes, but Qian's mother "will not accept the order".She has lived in this mountain village for decades, eating repeated meals, drinking water from the same place, and using needles and threads from the same place, and has always had a sense of rejection of new things.What's more, Qiao Jiwei spent so much money to buy these strange things, and Mother Qian felt very distressed.So he added a bit of disgust towards Qiao Jiwei.

Qiao Jiwei had no choice but to call Qian Dayong out to help him prepare potato rice.

The first step is to remove the potato skins.The potatoes were small, but peeling them off was a pain in the ass.There is also an opportunity for some conversations between the two during this time.

Qian Dayong squatted there scratching the potato skins. He himself had some doubts about the taste of potatoes, so he whispered to Qiao Jiwei: "Does this taste good, isn't it poisonous?"

Qiao Jiwei believes in the good taste of potatoes. His mind is full of glorious history and dazzling years of potatoes conquering the world. In a country full of foodies, potatoes are destined to please everyone's appetite.He squinted his eyes and smiled at Qian Dayong, "Don't worry, you can eat this potato once, and you will definitely want to eat another meal."

After the potatoes were peeled off, they were about to be cut. Qian Dayong volunteered to cut them with a knife, and Qiao Jiwei was not idle, sitting by the stove and fiddling with the fire.Qian Dayong suddenly let out a low cry of pain, Qiao Jiwei put down the firewood and walked over, only to find that Qian Dayong had cut his hand, and his fingers were bleeding red.

Qiao Jiwei hurriedly went to the courtyard to get a piece of cloth, and sprinkled some salt on the wound before bandaging it. Qian Dayong snorted, the pain now is worse than when his hand was cut with a knife. "Sprinkle some salt so you won't get sick easily." Qiao Jiwei comforted, and then wrapped one after another around Qian Dayong's fingers.

Qian Dayong was eight centimeters taller than Qiao Jiwei. The two were so close together, and with the just-right difference in height, others thought it was the young wife bandaging up her man.Qian Dayong originally wanted to continue cutting potatoes, but Qiao Jiwei pushed him out of the kitchen and assigned him the task of "entertaining guests".

He was also single in modern times, and he cooked by himself after work, and he also mastered a certain cooking skill, although it was not refined.After two quarters of an hour, the potatoes were cooked, and Qiao Jiwei filled a bowl for each person at the table, and gave them a few pieces of garlic.

Those people took a bite of the potato cubes, and they all felt that there were faces in their mouths. They just ate them with garlic, and the taste was indescribably good.Several people couldn't help wondering: "What kind of vegetable is this, why have I never eaten it?"

"It smells so good!"

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Qiao Jiwei smiled and said nothing, and saw the trick with sharp eyes: "Aren't these the eggs we pulled on the carriage?"

Everyone: "..."

Qiao Jiwei grinned, "There are several ways to eat potatoes, and they can also be shredded and fried in a pan. There are also other yellow things in bags called corn, which can also be cooked and eaten."

Someone was surprised: "How do you know so much? You can even call out the name."

Qiao Jiwei panicked: "I have lived in the Western Regions with my father since I was a child, so I know a thing or two about these things."

After listening to Qiao Jiwei's explanation, the people in the caravan didn't feel that they had suffered a loss in the deal with Huihui. At worst, they would promote the cultivation of potatoes and corn after returning home.

Qiao Jiwei didn't forget Qian's mother. He brought a bowl of potatoes to Qian's mother's bedroom. Qian's mother tasted it with a cold face, her face instantly relaxed, and she couldn't help but take a second bite.

The people in the caravan ate a full meal and felt warm in their stomachs. They were happy and gave the Qian family about twenty catties of potatoes.

After the caravan left, Qiao Jiwei took a look at the corn piled in the corner and felt that there was nothing to do with it.Suddenly remembered that there were still a few unused wheat fields. Although it was a bit late to plant corn at this time, it was not against the season, so he took Qian Dayong to those few wheat fields with the corn seeds on his back. People have no experience and are completely groping.Qiao Jiwei remembered that corn plants grew very tall, so he arranged the seeds farther apart.

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