Da Jin

The children were actually a little overwhelmed. The temptation of food was too great for them. The key was to smell such delicious food.

No matter how you look at it, it tastes better than the bitter and astringent Yuqian, right?

Zhou Fuli didn't wait for these children to answer, and shouted, "Zhimo, bring some water out and wash these children's hands."

Children in the country are less particular. It is normal not to take a bath for ten days and a half months, but it is still necessary to wash hands before eating.

After the children washed their hands ignorantly, Zhou Fuli stuffed steamed buns into their hands one by one.

Then, ignoring them, he picked up the steamed bun and gnawed on it.

Zhimo next to him was also gnawing on the steamed buns, his eyes narrowed, it was so soft and slightly sweet, this cake was so delicious, even better than his mother's baked cakes.

A group of children looked at the steamed buns in their hands, "We will play with Zhimo this afternoon."

No matter, this kind brother gave them food, and they didn't steal it. Judging by Zhimo's expression, it must be very, very delicious, but Zhimo eats too politely.

As soon as he stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, his eyes lit up.

They were just children from ordinary villages in the countryside, and they usually ate the most ordinary food, so the surprise now is particularly obvious.

The light in the eyes cannot deceive anyone.

"It's... so delicious."

A few small heads straightened up, "It smells good and is sweet. I only ate candy during Chinese New Year, and it smells like candy."

Zhou Fuli also experienced the joy of a successful chef, not the kind of deliberate exaggerated praise, but the simple praise from a group of children from the heart.

Zhou Fuli asked some questions one by one, just as practice speaking.

These children are indeed from Shanxia Village, there are more than a dozen households, and there are several other villages nearby, but they are separated by some distance.

There are about two steamed buns per child. Seeing these children finish eating with satisfaction, Zhou Fuli said, "Do you still want to eat?"

In fact, there were no steamed buns in the food box, so he steamed them this time.

Without waiting for an answer, Zhou Fuli pointed to the locusts that could be seen everywhere outside and said, "If you still want to eat, you can use this kind of insects to come to me to exchange."

A group of children couldn't react, "But those bugs are useless, and you can't catch them all. If you catch them, they will fly from other places."

In fact, it was really useful for Zhou Fuli to let these children catch locusts, not just an excuse.

Ducks are still young after hatching, so it is impossible to learn to prey immediately. Their taste needs to be fixed from an early age. Moreover, if these ducks are taught how to catch locusts, they will become a real army of locust extermination in the future.

He only needs to break off the wings of the locusts caught by these children, and let these ducklings learn to pounce on food, and domestication is also simple.

Of course, there are no ducks yet, but the locusts caught can be dried and ground into powder, which is the most nutritious feed.

In modern times, there are not a few people who raise insects as feed, but now there are ready-made ones, which take advantage of the boss.

While practicing speaking, Zhou Fuli found linen for a few children to make nets, and tied them to the bamboo poles where they knocked elm coins. This is a simple tool for catching locusts, simple and easy to use.

While Zhou Fuli was busy, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin had already collected the old hen and duck eggs in Luoyang. Of course, they were not the only ones to collect them, but they also called the people from Taifu's mansion, so the speed was so fast.

Now they are rushing back with a cage of chickens and duck eggs, which cannot fit in a carriage, so the Taifu Mansion sent a carriage to transport them back together.

With so many things, even the people in Taifu's mansion were a little puzzled, "What is the little sage doing buying so many chickens and duck eggs? How long will it take to eat them?"

As soon as she said it, Mrs. Lin looked over, "Don't criticize the master's affairs, just do it."

The person who asked the question quickly shut up, Mrs. Lin was with the little saint when she was young, her status is different, and although the Taifu's mansion has strict rules, she has never heard of being treated badly like other mansions. As for people's affairs, as long as you do your duty, you can live a very comfortable life. Those who work in other mansions don't know how envious they are.

At this time, Zhou Fuli was leading people to catch locusts, tsk tsk, the ducks hadn't hatched yet, and he was already preparing the feed.

Zhimo was also sent by him to catch locusts together, but this little Zheng was too dutiful, always holding up the net and before the net was caught, the insects flew away.

It caused a few children to laugh, "Know Mo Zhi Mo, this is the only way to catch."

With a bright smile and a carefree voice, Zhou Fuli misses his childhood a bit. He used to fly over butterflies with a group of children in the countryside. It seemed simple to play, but it was a rare memory when he grew up. It is difficult to regain this joy in the end.

Zhimo was still very restrained at first, but after playing for a while, his calf let go, holding up the net and chasing bugs in the sky, his little face was red.

Zhou Fuli promised these children that they could exchange locusts for steamed buns, so he had to grind some flour.

After he steamed the steamed buns into the pot, and then went outside to the yard, looking at these carefree children, his depressed mood would be better for days.

Sometimes life is just a state of mind.

In the evening, several children handed over the locusts to Zhou Fuli, and the boss gave a basket.

I have to say that judging from the current pest situation, the autumn harvest season will definitely not be optimistic.

Looking at the locusts he caught, Zhou Fuli was also in a good mood. They were all feed for ducklings, and he could find a reason to feed these children, which would serve multiple purposes.

Zhou Fuli distributed two steamed buns by himself, but the children were very happy, especially Zhou Fuli added, "If you want to eat steamed buns, you can exchange them with locusts tomorrow."

Looking at the steamed buns in their hands, the children blinked. They exchanged the locusts they caught with their kind brother. They are not hungry today.

This kind brother is really kind, and he is also a good-looking person.

Then he ran down the mountain like a gust of wind, and before he left, he did not forget to answer, "We will come to catch bugs tomorrow."

He also knows how to say goodbye to his new friend Zhimo, "Zhimo, we will come to play with you tomorrow."

Zhou Fuli put a basket of locusts in the sun in the corner of the yard. This is natural feed. The disaster in the eyes of the people of Dajin has become a treasure for him. It is absolutely no problem to replace food as a ration for breeding.

Aunt Lin and the others only came back when it was getting dark. The road here was not particularly easy to walk, and it was even slower after the goods were shipped.

Zhou Fuli heard the sound and went out, looking at a cage of old hens, about a hundred or so, the requirements for the chickens that hatched were quite special, they had to be old hens that had stopped laying eggs, and he wanted to buy a hundred chickens Only, it will take some time.

There are also baskets of duck eggs.

These chicken and duck eggs are indeed much smaller than modern ones.

The quantity is enough, and when the time comes, he will mix his duck eggs together to hatch without anyone noticing.

Aunt Lin was also asking Zhimo how his family was doing without them.

Zhimo replied, "That aunt cooked the meal at noon, but it wasn't delicious, so... the little sage made it himself."

Some cautiously looked at his mother, he felt that he did not take good care of the little saint.

Aunt Lin couldn't help being stunned, their young master can cook?

Zhimo has already taken out the steamed buns, "This is it, it's very delicious, I ate several."

This is reserved for them.

Without waiting for Mrs. Lin to ask, Zhimo continued, "The little sage learned from ancient books, the little sage said he looked strange, try to see if the records in the book are correct..."

This was intentionally or unintentionally instilled in Zhimo by Zhou Fuli, so as not to be suspicious when asked.

It was only then that Aunt Lin suddenly realized that she learned from books, and she had never studied before, so how could she know what was in the books, anyway, she would subconsciously feel that something from the books was very remarkable.

It's okay if you just go to the kitchen to try it out. I haven't seen those big masters in the court hall planting crops by themselves every year. As for showing the people to see or what, she doesn't know.

It's getting late now, and the people who came to deliver the goods will definitely not be able to go back. Luoyang City has closed its gates.

But Mrs. Lin will arrange for them herself, so Zhou Fuli doesn't need to worry about it.

Zhou Fuli asked people to send these chickens and duck eggs to the woodshed, these are the guarantees for whether he can get out of the current predicament.

After careful inspection, I was relieved.

At this time, the children who took the two steamed buns that they were reluctant to eat returned to their respective homes.

Such two good-looking "cakes" in the hand certainly attracted the attention of the family.

"It was given to us by the good-looking brother in the courtyard on the mountain."

The courtyard that has been vacant all the time, someone moved in?

"If you catch locusts, you can exchange them for steamed buns."

A group of parents frowned, is there a kind noble person here?

In their view, locusts are useless. Allowing these children to exchange locusts for food is not kindness.

But he still warned his children sternly.

Class concepts have been engraved in their bones, and they don't want to get into trouble.

The times are so, no comment.

However, the eyes of the children flickered. The older brother who spoke slowly and looked a bit deserted was not a bad person. He also made them want to eat steamed buns, and they could change them tomorrow.

Children are innocent, and Zhou Fuli fed them, even if it was only for one day, they liked Zhou Fuli.

They broke off half of the steamed buns and distributed them to their families, which attracted a lot of surprises, but they didn't say anything, maybe the food of the noble family is like this.

But Zhou Fuli was a little worried now, because after Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin returned to the Taifu's mansion, they brought some news that was not optimistic for him.

The palace sent an imperial physician to the mansion, but it was all in vain. Of course, they would find a time to come here, otherwise they would not be able to communicate with each other.

Moreover, the news of Zhou Fuli's bumping into a pillar was not known to be released by someone, and the news was not known to be true or false, but it also caused the whole Luoyang to stir up an uproar.

Although they were in vain, and even though the courtyard is remote now, even if they didn't come in person, they would send someone to come to condolences.

In addition, the three-yearly Spring Festival happens to be this year, and Zhou Fuli is the No. 1 scholar of the Jin Dynasty. Scholars from all over the country who go to Luoyang for the Spring Festival will definitely come to visit him.

Zhou Fuli sighed, even if he hid here, within two days, the threshold of his quiet courtyard would still be broken through.

You have to figure out a way to deal with it.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin were also wondering that their young master was fine, and whoever spread the news that their young master was hit badly.

However, they have been in Luoyang for some years, and such incidents of splashing dirty water are not uncommon. The officials of the court, except for their young master, have dirty hearts.