Chapter 885: Fish with distiller’s grains
These days, because the drought is getting closer and closer, Xia Zihan doesn't sleep well. When he closes his eyes, the miserable and bloody drought is in his mind.
Only in Chu Jingqi's arms and being patted on the back by him could she sleep more soundly.
In the past few days, she had been thinking about how to prevent the people from dying when the drought came, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't think of a good way.
We can't discuss with the emperor to move all the people in Jiangnan.
Not to mention whether the people will believe it or not, even the emperor will not agree to this. If this is done, the whole Jiangnan will not be in chaos.
Before the drought arrives, the people are in chaos. That is a national taboo and a sign of chaos. This step is absolutely unacceptable.
Today, when she saw so much farmland, the thin layer of water in the farmland, and the seedlings rippling, she thought, if she could get more water from somewhere, she would prevent the seedlings from dying of thirst. Let the people die of thirst, that would be fine.
She thought of the sea. There was the most water in the sea. Even if there was a drought for ten years or a hundred years, the people in Dasheng would not be able to drink up the water in the sea.
She suddenly had a whim and wanted someone to dig open the sea and bring the water from the sea here.
Unexpectedly, Chu Jingqi mentioned the matter of digging rivers and lakes.
It seemed that she was out of ideas, but Chu Jingqi's proposal was feasible.
In the previous life, Yi'an City did not die of thirst because it was close to Yunzhou and there was a sea in Yunzhou. The people there ran to Yunzhou.
The drought in several towns close to Yunzhou is not too serious, but the drought in more than a dozen cities too far from the sea is very serious.
In her previous life, she was in Yifeng Town, Caojia Village. The drought in Yifeng Town was also very serious. It didn't rain for several months, and all the food in the fields dried up. The fields were cracked, and the seedlings turned into dry straw.
Fortunately, there is a very big lake in Yifeng Town. Everyone in the town went to fetch water from the lake to drink, so everyone did not die of thirst. However, all the crops in the town were dried up. The people There is a lack of food, and many people starve to death in winter.
She and Nuanyu Nuanxiang were good at embroidery, and they made a lot of money from their embroidery work, which was all taken away by Mrs. Cao. Mrs. Cao was also a shrewd person, and she saved a sum of food in advance, so that their family had no money. Starved to death.
"I'm here to write a letter and discuss this matter with the emperor. Ayu, you come and polish the ink." Chu Jingqi led Xia Zihan into the carriage.
In the carriage, there are pens, ink and paper.
After Chu Jingqi finished writing the letter, he immediately recruited a secret guard and handed the letter to him, "The flying pigeon sent it to the emperor. It is an urgent letter, so don't delay."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
The secret guard took the letter and left.
At dawn, the eighth uncle personally came to invite Xia Zihan and his wife to have breakfast at his home. His two sons were helping him. They looked like loyal and honest villagers. Their eyes did not dare to look at Xia Zihan and Xia Zihan. Take a look at Chu Jingqi's body.
"Just in time, I'm a little hungry. Eighth uncle, you are always thoughtful." Xia Zihan got off the carriage with a smile.
Neither of them are hypocritical, and they both tolerated their eighth uncle's enthusiasm. Chu Jingqi's always cold face was no longer so cold when facing the eighth uncle. However, the two sons of the eighth uncle were still frightened by his meager aura and did not dare to say a word or raise their heads.
When he arrived at his eighth uncle's house, Xia Zihan realized that his eighth uncle's house was very big. It had two rows of brick houses, six main rooms in one row, and three east and west wing rooms on both sides. There were four people living there in total. There are more than 40 people in total, old and young, from different generations.
Behind the house is a large factory. The eighth uncle said that this is where his family works. Every household in the village will make bamboo products to sell in the city, such as bamboo baskets, bamboo screens, bamboo mats, and bamboo dustpans. etc.
Because of this craftsmanship, their Mojiazhuang is also a famous and wealthy village within a hundred miles, and the bamboo forest at the head of the village is the treasure that their entire village depends on for survival.
Therefore, after hearing that Zhang Sanmazi said that someone was stealing bamboo, the whole village was so angry.
However, when I saw a group of people in Chuanqiong wearing gold and jade, even the servants were wearing silk and gold hairpins on their heads. With that look, they were the guards of a wealthy family, not bamboo thieves.
The villagers knew it was a misunderstanding, so they were apologetic and willing to move out of the way and let them stay in the village for one night.
Otherwise, they were usually worried about provoking thieves, robbers, bad guys, etc. Their Mojiazhuang was determined not to allow so many strangers to enter the village to spend the night, especially since all of Xia Zihan's men were armed with broadswords and swords.
Seeing that Xia Zihan liked it, the eighth uncle specially picked two freshly made bamboo screens and gave them to her, "The paint I applied yesterday has dried, but it just has some smell. Just disperse it. Don't dislike it, young lady." .”
"I don't dislike it, I like it very much. Thank you, eighth uncle." Xia Zihan really likes it.
Inlaid in the middle of the screen is not an embroidery painting, but a phoenix woven from delicate bamboo. The phoenix spreads its wings and flies high, looking up to the sky and chirping, lifelike.
Xia Zihan was amazed by the exquisite bamboo weaving craftsmanship.
During the meal, there were only two people in the hall, Xia Zihan and Chu Jingqi, and the eighth uncle was alone. Chu Cong and Chu Fei were waiting on the side, while everyone else in the eighth uncle's family was eating in their own rooms.
The eighth uncle said, "I have a large family and many children. The children are not sensible and do not have a sense of control when they make troubles. I am worried that you will not be able to eat well."
He then placed a bowl of braised pork specially made by his daughter-in-law in front of Chu Jingqi and Xia Zihan, and said enthusiastically, "In the countryside, there is nothing good to entertain. This meat was bought at the market yesterday. You guys should eat more." , my eldest daughter-in-law is good at cooking, especially this braised pork dish, which is her best. She is always invited to cook for everyone in Mojiazhuang’s weddings.”
With that said, he pushed the bowl of braised pork towards Chu Jingqi.
A bowl of braised pork, a plate of drunkard peanuts, spicy and sour potato shreds, scrambled eggs with chives, oily lettuce, garlic cucumber strips, and a plate of cold bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots are soaked in salt water and are a bit salty, but It tastes good and has a refreshing aroma in your mouth.
And what Xia Zihan likes to eat the most is the plate of fish with distiller's grains.
Fish with distiller's grains is a famous dish here in the south of the Yangtze River. In the past life, every Chinese New Year, Mrs. Cao would buy a lot of fish at home, marinate it, dry it, and fry it. Finally, mix it with distiller's grains and chili seasoning, and put it into a jar. It’s not bad to eat it for a year and a half.
Xia Zihan likes to eat very much, but unfortunately, Mrs. Cao is very harsh on her and only gives her two pieces of food on New Year's Eve. On weekdays, there is no portion for her.
On weekdays, every time we eat, there are two plates of vegetables and one plate of pickles on the table. Mrs. Cao and her son will take a few pieces of fish with distiller's grains from the jar and put them in their own bowls. They eat them, and she The three of them, He Nuanyu Nuanxiang, have no share.
(End of chapter)