I Love Farming

The grassland where the banquet was held was just below the high ground of the castle. Cui Qichao stood here and looked out, only to see a group of serfs rushing like a race. This familiar scene made him miss C University.

Like, really like, really like the students of C University in a cafeteria.

The serfs rushed across the meadows, crossed the river and the church, and then scattered, each rushing to his own hut.

So the kids who were hungry at home waiting for the meal, heard a frightening noise, shaking the mountains without saying a word, like a flock of sheep running wildly, accompanied by crazy screams.

"Quick, quick! Get the bowl!"

"Daina, the bowl! No, the jar! Hold your brother!"

Some people even stood some distance away from the cottages, and just yelled at the children staying at home with their hips on their hips. The older ones brought the younger ones, and the younger ones held the bowls, and they came together, which also saved time.

Shouts came one after another, startling the birds in the trees, and the Northumberland manor was too lively.

As for the people whose houses are farther away, they are pitiful. They can’t keep up with others. They can only look at the distance while running, and their eyes will turn red.

They probably have never run so fast in their entire lives. They are gasping for breath, but they are full of strength. After eating mutton soup, he ran faster than a dog.

The serfs rushed back to the grass with their families. Their children were still in a daze, unable to understand the meaning of their parents' incoherent yelling.

The serfs have no festivals, maybe for the self-cultivators and craftsmen, they will also celebrate the harvest of the year, they don’t, before that, the closest time to the festival may be when the winter is finally over and no one at home will die of hunger or cold Moment.

In my memory, it has been like this from birth to now, and the same goes for my father and my father's father.

From now on, the biggest festival for the serfs in Northumberland is the Harvest Festival after the autumn harvest.Even though the dinner provided by the master is getting richer every year, but in the minds of many people, this year is the most unforgettable.

When the serfs rushed forward, they saw the master's attendants guarding the pot with sticks in their hands.

Who hasn't been whipped by a wooden stick, they dare not rush forward all of a sudden.The scene was no longer as quiet as before. The children were all brought in. They could smell the aroma of the broth but couldn't eat it, so they inevitably burst into tears.

Cui Qichao gave some instructions in a low voice, and the butler immediately said, "All line up in six lines for me." He rudely pulled three serfs as the leader, and the other serfs quickly formed twelve lines behind each line, each with two Fork, each fork insists that it is the tail of the team.

The butler kicked them a few times, forcibly cut off one of the branches, and told them to go to the back.

Rough as it was, it was so effective that the serfs dared not complain a word.The serfs who came behind also obediently lined up at the back of the queue.

The cooks and maids held small pots with handles in their hands. One made the soup, and the other scooped a few pieces of carrots and meat into it. Heads, everyone gets a bowl.

After all, Cui Qichao had opened a cafeteria before, so he knew the portion of the big pot dishes well, so it should be almost perfect here.

The daughter of a serf, five-year-old Jane, has never eaten meat since she was born. The closest thing to meat is the eggs laid by the hen at home. Anything that has anything to do with meat in the house is also a labor for the strong. For food, she has the experience of eating eggs, which is already very good.

Jane's body is very thin, but she has a delicate face, and her blue eyes seem to have a little more color under the sunset glow. This makes the cook think of her daughter at a glance, so she gives more to Jane A leg bone of lamb.

Others dare not speak out, they can only envy him for having a beautiful daughter.

Most of the serfs who finished the broth, like the Jenny family, sat around on the grass.

They took a sip of the soup first. The weather was so hot, the thick broth was full of oily stars, and it was still hot, but not too hot. It was unbelievably delicious, and the shriveled stomach was completely immersed in the happiness of steam.

There is some minced meat floating in this mouthful of broth, making a preview in advance.Next, I couldn't wait to put the meat into my mouth.Mostly mutton, but also pork, all stewed so soft that they barely chew.

Jenny took the extra lamb leg bone given by the cook with both hands, and gnawed off the shredded meat with a little tendon hanging on it. It was the first time she ate meat, she almost gobbled it up, gnawed all the bones, and lingered on the aftertaste.

This kind of unimaginable delicacy in the past is completely incomparable to beans and oatmeal. She felt that she needed this meat so much, and under her mother's guidance, she started to suck on the bone hole again.The bone marrow filled with soup is almost liquid, and the taste is different from that of meat. It is tender and slips into the mouth, and it also has a strong fragrance.

Every serf who had been hit to the bone was the same. They gnawed their heads, gnawed out the meat in the gaps, dismantled the bones, and sucked the marrow dry.In the end, I have to lick out the meat stuck between the teeth, smashing the meaty smell.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was gobbled up. After all, in the past, no one has eaten such exquisitely cooked mutton soup, even with herbs. This is not something only nobles can eat, right?

No one would keep the meat, and if they got the black bread, maybe they were in the mood to hide it and eat it separately for a few days, but the taste of these broths was so good that no one could resist it.Even if I take it back, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night, for fear of being snatched away by others.

The cook led the maids in a circle, scooping the stewed cabbage from the pot into their bowls.

It was at this time that the serfs remembered that there were vegetables in the bowl.

Carrots, cabbage, these are often eaten by serfs. At this time, carrots are purple and belong to vegetables that need to be eaten raw.After gnawing all the meat, they put the carrots that were full of gravy into their mouths. The taste was quite different from what they had tasted before. Not astringent, but with a hint of sweetness outside the gravy, it is easy to bite open and taste the juice of radish.

Everyone can recognize this level of fullness, and it definitely came from the master's vegetable garden.Only those fruits and vegetables that the master has fertilized will grow big, tender and juicy.

After the cabbage is stewed, it is not as difficult to eat as when it is eaten raw.

People generally think that fruits are cold, so they need to be cooked, otherwise they will get sick if they are eaten raw. On the contrary, vegetables can be eaten directly, from carrots to turnips and cabbage.There seems to be no bad result when vegetables are cooked, but people are never used to doing so. The serfs repeat the life of their ancestors in an ordinary way. to eat.

The taste of the cooked vegetables changed a lot. For the serfs, it was also a rare delicacy, but the meat was driven away by the sense of loss after eating.The food they had eaten before also allowed them to fill their stomachs, and they had more time to look around and talk to their relatives and neighbors.

"...This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life!"

They don't have a rich vocabulary to describe, they can only repeat the word delicious.

"Father, can we also stew carrots and kale like this in the future? It doesn't take much effort to chew."

"Then you have to collect firewood yourself... It depends on how well you eat. The leaves are all stuck to your face. Hurry up and eat them."

"I think the oil residue that the lord gave us is the best. You haven't tasted it. It tastes like..."

"My lord, my lord is so kind."

"My father, and my father's father, have never met such a kind master!"

If it weren't for the fact that most of the serfs had never left the territory, they could compare it with other territories. Is there a more generous lord than this in the entire country, the entire continent?

Those well-informed free folk have something to say, the blacksmith has traveled as far as the north, and he can guarantee that he has never met a more kind-hearted lord than the baron along the way.

At this point, the serfs turned their heads to look for the figure of the baron, only to find that he had already left without knowing when.

When the cook heard them asking where the master had gone, she rolled her eyes, "Nonsense, of course I'm going back to have dinner, you guys, you have to eat before the master."

In the castle, there are still so many stewards and knights waiting for the master!

The serfs had an indescribable feeling in their hearts. At this time, the night had gradually fallen, and under the starlight, the well-fed peasants recalled the taste just now, leaned together and talked, thinking that this was the most beautiful harvest festival.

It is also on this day that people still choose to hold every post-harvest banquet on the open grass even if conditions permit.

……

The lord's feast has made the farmers talk about it for ten days. When they are busy, they are not talking about their own grain, hoes, and youngsters in the past. Now when everyone mentions it, it is "the meat of the day".

They had enough time to recollect the details of that day one by one, breaking every bit into pieces and saying, this one said that I gnawed the bone marrow that day, that one said that I ate a sheep's hoof, and some were rewarded with an extra piece of meat by the cook, Everyone talked and compared with each other, and it seems that they can still smell the smell of that day... No, maybe they can really smell it. There are still soup stains on their unwashed clothes.

This state of excitement deeply affected everyone when the autumn sowing was approaching, so that no one said "" Crazy."Of course, it may also be because Zhuangtou and the police officer are holding sticks by the side.

Beginning in the first half of the year, the master asked everyone to collect their feces and exchange them for beans, but no one had the brains to think about why, as long as there were beans.Now when they hear this request, they don't quite understand it.

—Since the most unbelievable thing has happened when the master ordered them to eat meat, it is only "not very capable".

Insects and rats are all born from feces, and those things retting from feces and garbage are put into the soil where crops grow. What is the reason?Can't understand!

As before, before the results came out, the master didn't explain anything, and he didn't need to explain. He just said: Just water all my land.

Oh, by the way, the master even asked him to continue farming the land that should have gone fallow after he had just finished planting a crop of wheat and oats.

But this, in view of the fact that everyone saw that the ground was loose and wet, was ignored.But I dare not ask them to follow the cultivation at will. They don't have enough seeds like the master, so they can afford to pay for it, and they have to wait for the master's planting to bear fruit.

Then, the consequences of burying feces in the soil, we have to wait for the master to try it out, right?

With doubts and even a little fear, the serfs fertilized the arable land according to his instructions when working on the master's private land.

The base fertilizer is also called the base fertilizer. There is a saying in China that the early japonica ripens early, and the base fertilizer must be full.The method of sprinkling is to spread fertilizer first, and then turn over one side of the soil. The amount used is relatively large, but it also greatly improves the fertility of the cultivated land, which is suitable for Northumberland land.

After all this, everyone began to think about it.

Speaking of which, after harvesting the grain, they would also drive the cattle and sheep to the field to eat stubble, and the livestock would pull them after eating, and the cow dung and sheep dung fell on the ground.Just waiting for someone to step on it, step into the soil, or wash it away when it rains.

There seems to be no problem with the grain grown in those fields, right?The farmers searched hard for memory, and finally came to the positive conclusion that there was nothing wrong.

According to the normal process, after a few years, they will be able to conclude from various phenomena that feces are not only not harmful to crops, but also beneficial, and they have also studied the use of fermented urine to wash clothes...

However, even at that time, feces were not the priority of serfs, and they did not even have the right to pick up cow dung.

Now, although they are vaguely aware of it, their perennially immobile minds and fear of the unknown still prevent them from following the lord's approach.

……

After fertilization and sowing, about seven or eight days later, the first true leaf of barley will grow out, officially entering the emergence period.

This is much faster than before, and everyone couldn't tell what it was doing for a while.

If Cui Qichao were to talk about it, he would tell everyone that it was because of the water conservancy facilities, sufficient irrigation, sufficient oxygen, and suitable temperature.

Seedling emergence is not a big deal, what scares the farmers is that next, the barley seedlings in the manor's field grow up like someone poking up a stick, and the seedlings grow vigorously and vigorously, compared with others It's a bit taller.It is just like the wheat seedlings growing in the sky as described by the priests in their sermons.

No need to wait until next year's harvest, and now everyone can confidently believe that those composts really have the effect of increasing soil fertility.

The serfs even started arguing with each other over who figured this out earlier.

"Once upon a time, near the cow dung in my house, ryegrass grew extraordinarily lush. I should have known earlier, that is the effect of cow dung."

"In my allotment, there are areas that have been stained with sheep manure, and the wheat is also very high! At that time, I felt strange!"

The two serfs compared each other.

At this time someone said:

"Hmph, I found out a long time ago, the master is right."

The scene fell into a long silence, and gave the serf who said this a complicated look.In the thinking of the serfs, the person who can say this is too shrewd...

Mike, a yeoman in Northumberland Territory, has a different idea. He does not disapprove of the role of fertilizers, but he is a little aggrieved.

The place where his house is located is not far from the compost pile. In the past few months, everyone has been envious of Mike, because after he picks up and produces manure, he can send it directly to the compost place, saving a lot of effort.

Mike said that he was afraid that everyone would be jealous, so he didn't say anything, and he was so proud in his heart.But after the effect of composting was shown, Mike began to feel that although they were close, their family stinks every day because of this.

In the past, livestock pulled manure at home, and the house was often smelly, but everyone is like this, and it can't compare to the smell of those large amounts of compost.

This is because he was taken advantage of!

In this case, Mike thought, it is reasonable for me to take a little fertilizer and put it in my field.

Mike tossed and turned for several nights, asking himself all the time, and finally decided that, yes, he did it to get some compensation.

So on a dark and windy day, Mike took the barrel and left the house in the dark under the moonlight.

Everyone didn’t know it beforehand, but now that they understand the role of composting, Northumberland collars have created an extra job called dung keeper, who is held by serving serfs in turn and spends nights in a hut next to the composting pile.

Mike was so familiar with the land around his home that he could walk clearly with his eyes closed. Tonight's manure keeper was dozing in the hut, so Mike quietly walked to the edge of the manure pit and made a bucket of manure.Then, return the same way quietly.

One night, Mike went back and forth between the manure pit and the allotment twice, and buried several plots of soil in the allotment with fertilizer.

Although working in the dark was tiring and exhausting, Mike was happy in his heart. He almost thought of how his own wheat was growing so fast.He even thought about it, and if anyone questioned it, he would say that it was because he buried some green manure and went to church to pray.

When they went back, Mike's wife was woken up, "Why do you smell so bad?"

Mike closed his eyes and said, "Go shit."

"What kind of shit can stink like this..." The wife fell silent after talking, and suddenly remembered that Mike had been complaining at home these past few days that the compost heap next to him was too smelly. She seemed to have realized something and kept silent.

In this way, Mike went to steal fertilizer in the dark for several days, and watered half an acre of land enough.Only at first, and then the eldest son followed suit.This will lead to lack of energy every day, but Mike thinks very well, as long as he gets through these few days.

However, the reduction in fertilizer was finally discovered.

Zhuangtou grabbed the manure guard and beat him severely, "Quickly tell me, why is there less manure? Did you steal it!"

The dung keeper lay on the ground and wept bitterly, "I really don't, I swear! You can open my field and have a look!"

Of course Zhuangtou would do this. He dug up the land for the dung guards, and there was really no trace of manure.If not the Dung Keeper, who is it?

The dung keeper was afraid of taking the loss, so he tried to recall, "I seemed to hear some movement in the grass. At first I thought it was the wind blowing. Tell me, is it possible that the rats are stealing the dung?"

Zhuangtou slammed the stick again, "It seems, I think you are secretly sleeping! Let the rats steal the excrement, do the rats also have a share in the land?"

Zhuangtou looked around at the farmers who were watching the excitement for a week, and he always felt that everyone looked like the manure thief, and his heart was full of anger, and he didn't know how to find out the thief.

This incident caused an uproar among the farmers. Everyone guessed who the daring dung thief was, thinking that he was sorry for the kind lord.

However, I have to say that besides the hatred, they all have a little bit of jealousy in their hearts.Anyway, that person has been fattened up - so, he must be picked out and beaten!

The news of the stolen manure reached the farm officer, then the steward, and finally the lord.

"Huh?" Cui Qichao raised his eyes and said, "Stealing manure?"

But he planned to distribute the compost for top dressing after satisfying everyone's appetite. Alas, he was too impatient.

The butler said loudly: "My lord, this is a bad embryo. It can't be cured. You see, you invited them to eat meat, but someone stole your manure! Those, you bought them with beans!"

The stewards all agreed, "That's right, damn animals, feeding them broth is better than feeding dogs."

"Your kindness has been trampled on like this. It's not long before that full meal!"

"Don't say that." Cui Qichao said calmly, "Look, isn't there still thousands of people who haven't come to steal?"

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper choked, and said depressedly, "Master, if you are so indulgent, sooner or later more people will come to take advantage of you."

Cui Qichao knew that the general quality was not high now, but nothing was perfect. He had been mentally prepared, otherwise he would not have agreed to set up a manure guard.

However, he will not be disappointed with everyone because of this. This only proves that everyone still has a lot to learn, not just farming.

Seeing Cui Qichao's indifference, the housekeeper said, "Master, is this the case?"

"I didn't say that." Cui Qichao shook the cat leash in his hand, "Those who steal precious fertile manure must be punished as they should."

·

Realistic plane, LJJ live broadcast platform.

With the start of Cui Qichao's Medieval Show, in just a few episodes, the male audience will come back to it.

This is not studying the general trend of the world, not busy training knights, studying farming tools, animal husbandry and eating every day, and there are a bunch of inexplicable barrage calling, boasting in a very strange tone.

Just do a little research to find out the truth.

Men frequently howled angrily:

"You are not human!!"

"I vomit blood, so it's the blood of such an emperor—!"

"I was fooled. I thought I was a king, but I turned out to be a farming madman. Are Chinese people poisonous?"

"LJJ company is not human either, the title is a scam!"

"The female audience is horrible..."

However, they have all entered the den of thieves, and I am really curious about what to do with next year's harvest?

Moreover, like the original female viewers, they have a little bit of reluctance to admit defeat.

I don't believe that you have been live broadcasting for so long. You really don't do anything but farm?

——The female viewers back then also thought so naively.

And when the latest episode was broadcast, the real-time barrage also exploded.

[Insulting old viewers every day, tricking me into a trap. 】

[Swearing together, gaining a catty in one episode, my wife is already disgusting me. 】

[Cui Qichao, can you give me some help? ?Until now, I don’t know the situation of the surrounding territories, what is the situation in the whole continent, I am so anxious, can this map be opened? 】

[It stands to reason that other places should be fighting fiercely... This is the Middle Ages. 】

[Drunk, why am I so greedy when I see serfs eating meat and bones without salt? 】

【Me too... I went to open potato chips】

[Hey, the scene is so familiar, a canteen in the Middle Ages? 】

【…】

【vomit!Potato chips are my go-to!Why is there no warning for so much feces! 】

【Ah, ah, that's too much, whoever is stealing our Cui Cui's fertilizer!Too inhuman! 】

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooools

[I feel sorry for Cui Qichao, stealing Cui Qichao's fertilizer is more serious than stealing his money]

[My mother, why did you give the composting shot, I think I can smell it through the screen. 】

[This is a reality show with flavors, I mean, all flavors...]

[Fuck, who the hell stole it? ! 】

[It must be the dung keeper, I've seen him look evil for a long time! 】

【Hehe, I think it's Zhuangtou, who is still shouting for a thief here, but who can see that the big pile of manure is missing?It's not that you stole it yourself. 】

[Cui Qichao caught the man and hung him up for a beating, no, take out the torture!Let's see who dares to steal dung! 】

[Stealing shit can you bear it?If it’s a man, catch the thief and blow the dog’s head off】

[I was in love with this show, I just wanted to come in and slap myself in the face, get a "really fragrant", now...  ]

[Trash LJJ, I'm going to send you shit, hurry up and delete the word "food" in your subtitle for me!Lose! ! 】