Chapter 165: Life before the Transmigration (Please Subscribe and Play)
Hence the saying, "One trick is enough to make you rich." Don't underestimate this simple braised chicken recipe and this simple trick to distinguish the quality of coal. If used well, it is enough to make Old Man Li rich and bring blessings to his descendants.
Zhao Huan and Shao Chengzhang only had a quick taste. Due to the lack of seasoning, the color and taste of the braised chicken were actually quite ordinary.
After eating a big bowl of food, little Ah Si was still not satisfied. At Zhao Huan's crazy look, he reluctantly put down his bowl and chopsticks.
This kid really doesn't know what it means to be full.
After leaving behind a few dozen coins and asking Old Man Li to put out the fire, the three of them headed towards Wangping Village.
Old man Li put out the fire with river water, and remembered the lightless and smokeless stove dug by Zhao Huan and others. Then he picked up a shovel and filled the hole.
When the temperature of the iron pot dropped, Old Man Li put the shovel on his back, held the large iron pot in both hands, and hurried home excitedly, eager to tell his wife about his harvest today. The future is going to be better.
Zhao Huan didn't expect that an accidental encounter would lead to such earth-shaking changes in Old Man Li's family.
As the Xishan mining area developed, Li Laohan's roast chicken gradually became popular throughout the Song Dynasty due to its unique taste. Li Laohan was later called the Chicken King because of his saying "There are many chickens in Xishan".
After leaving Taiping Village, we walked north along the dirt road. Soon, we saw a village much larger than Taiping Village in the distance.
As we continued forward, the road gradually became flat and wide. A stone gate tower about five or six meters high stood on it. Above the gate tower was a plaque with the three large characters "Wangping Village" written in flowing calligraphy.
"This gatehouse is quite impressive. It seems that Wangping Village is living a much better life than Taiping Village." Zhao Huan looked at Shao Chengzhang standing aside and said with a smile.
"I guess there are gentry and landlords in Wangping Village. Only they care about things like appearances. It's like whether we should visit them or not. They control most of the village's resources."
"No need for that. The gentry and landlords are the most selfish. They only care about the interests of their own small piece of land. It is only the vast majority of poor farmers who we need to unite with."
"We are the royal family, and we are different from other powerful people. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Only by putting the needs of the people first and winning their love can we achieve long-term stability for the country."
"profound"
Shao Chengzhang was puzzled. Aren't we the biggest gentry? Why should we draw a clear line between ourselves and other gentry and instead associate with these poor people? It seemed that Zhu Houcong had become different from before. Could it be that becoming an emperor also changed his personality and consciousness?
Little Ah Si has become accustomed to Zhu Houcong's words. He doesn't understand them anyway, so he will just do whatever you say.
After tying the horses to a nearby tree, the three of them walked through the gatehouse and headed towards Wangping Village.
Farmers rarely have idle months, and May is doubly busy. In the distance, there are fields of wheat. The crops in the fields are growing well, and the people have dug many ditches and are diverting water from the Wuding River for irrigation.
"This Wangping Village has good farming."
Zhao Huan and his two companions walked toward the wheat field. When they were near, they did not leave the field. Instead, they stood by and called out to the farmers working inside, "Uncle, we are from the capital and would like to ask for directions. Can we spare you some time to irrigate the fields?"
The man had noticed several people on the road a long time ago. Seeing that they were all dressed in bright and colorful clothes, he knew that they were nobles from outside. Based on the principle of less trouble is more, he pretended not to see them.
But now, the nobles had spoken, and the man had to step forward cautiously, hoping to ask for directions so that the nobles would leave quickly.
"I am Chang Laosan, a commoner from Wangping Village. I wonder where you gentlemen would like to ask for directions?"
Zhao Huan looked at the hunched farmer, who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a coarse cloth sweatshirt and a yellowed towel around his neck.
"Don't be nervous, uncle. We are here from Beijing for sightseeing. We heard there are many coal mines near Wangping Village and we want to see them."
"There are indeed many coal mines, just north of the village, on the West Mountain. I saw them before when the village chief organized everyone to go into the mountains to cut trees. They were pitch black."
After a pause, the farmer continued, "Some people have seen giant insects and blind bears nearby. If you're here for fun, you should go somewhere else."
"Is there any coal in the village?"
"Yes, in the past, the government did organize mining, saying it was for iron smelting. Later, they said it was no longer possible and the coal was piled up by the river."
"Can you take us to see it?"
The farmer looked embarrassed. The coal storage site was not close to here, and his fields were still being irrigated and could not be delayed. However, he did not dare to offend the nobles from the capital. It was really difficult for him.
Seeing the farmer in a dilemma, Zhao Huan said, "Please show us the way and we can go there by ourselves."
The farmer nodded repeatedly, pointed in the direction, and ran back to the fields quickly.
Just as Zhao Huan and his companions were about to go to the river to check on the coal, a horse came galloping down the road. Shao Chengzhang and Xiao A Si stepped forward to protect Zhao Huan.
The horses stopped about ten meters away from the men. One of them dismounted and ran towards Zhao Huan, shouting, "There's an urgent report from the south. The Japanese pirates are coming."
Half a month has passed since the last time I left the palace in casual clothes.
Everything is so orderly. The gymnastics team headed by Huang Banban has been officially established. They are currently committed to teaching "The Times Are Calling" to everyone in the Forbidden City.
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