In order to let the residents of Feixian City taste corn food tomorrow, Feng Fei returned to the modern world and drove all over most of Deshui City before buying corn tortillas and wotou in a restaurant with the theme of bittersweet memories.

There are a lot of things made of corn, cakes and cakes, pancakes and wild vegetable cakes, as well as corn porridge, in addition to pancakes and corn porridge are still common, the others are basically eaten by the older generation, although there are people who eat it now, but now Wotou has added too many things, no longer a simple cornmeal Wotou, and some are more expensive than white flour steamed buns.

Pancakes are easy to buy a lot, there are steamed bread rooms in the farmers' market, but there are not a lot of stocks, Feng Fei grinds hard bubbles, and only then does the boss ask for a call from the delivery person, and orders three hundred catties of pancakes, and at the same time the steamed bread room also orders more than 20 catties, of course, the money is also Feng Fei, which is considered to thank the boss for helping him a lot.

Corn porridge is not easy to carry, Feng Fei simply bought a lot of cornmeal and returned to the palace to let the people cook it, anyway, this thing has no technical content.

After returning to the palace and asking his subordinates and guards to go out of the city to dig wild vegetables, Feng Fei was ready to make corn and wild vegetable cakes himself.

This thing is simpler than corn porridge, when I returned to the ancient world, I went to find my grandmother Feng Liu, their generation often ate this when they were young, even if they live well now, sometimes they will steam a nest, paste a cake or something, corn cake Feng Fei ate it once when he was a child, and felt that it was difficult to swallow at the time, but Feng Zhixian and Feng Liu ate it with relish.

Chop the wild vegetables, mix with cornmeal and water into sticky granules, this is the semi-finished product, such a semi-finished product, the countryside is now used to feed chickens and ducks, and people want to eat, they have to be steamed in a pot, pinched with their hands when eating, a bit like the tsamba eaten by Tibetans, but it looks good, but it is very unaccustomed to eating, although the cornmeal is mixed with wild vegetables, but it is still uncomfortable to choke.

But for the people of the ancient world, when the production was low, when the green and yellow crops were scarce, it was better to use it to save their lives, than to starve or eat tree bark.

Although the residents of Feixian City are not poor to this extent, but it is just enough to eat and wear, in the era of the Qianxian Dynasty, because of the emphasis on business and light agriculture, none of the farmers are well-off families, plus the people of Feixian City have been pitted by Dong Bao, and now the dealers in the fields can not be compared with previous years, it would be good to be able to pay taxes.

So Feng Fei gave them some silver at that time, but these symptoms did not cure the root cause, and if they wanted to make them all well-off, they had to make a fuss about crops.

Early in the morning, Feng Fei ordered several members of the escort team, riding horses and holding gongs, while galloping through the streets of Feixian City, while beating gongs and shouting, "The prince is going to distribute crop seeds in Dongfu today, all for free, and you can eat and drink for free, everyone go and take a look!" ”

Feng Fei led his subordinates to set up two large pots in the courtyard of Dongfu, one for cooking porridge and one for steaming wild vegetable cakes, and a large stack of celadon bowls next to it.

The first to come were the people who were given by Feng Fei that day, they had contact with Feng Fei, and knew that this prince was very approachable, completely different from the previous officials, so as soon as they heard that the prince was engaged in activities in the Dong Mansion, they immediately came over to cheer.

The old man who was thrown out by Dong Bao that day was the first to arrive, and Feng Fei immediately greeted him warmly, "Uncle, how is Qiao'er's recovery?" ”

After Feng Fei raided Dong Bao's house, he sent someone to find Lang Zhong to go to the old man's house and grabbed some medicine for Qiao'er, hoping that this hard-working father and daughter could get out of the pain as much as possible.

"There is Lord Lao worried, thanks to the Lang Zhong you are looking for, although Qiao'er is frightened now, her mental state is not very good, but she can already walk on the ground," the old man was about to kneel down and thank him, but was stopped by Feng Fei, and now the residents of Feixian City know that this prince does not like to be knelt down, so the old man had to give a big salute.

"Uncle, I'm going to send you some seeds today, it's corn and wheat seeds, I know everyone is planting wheat, but the yield is very low, the root cause is that the seeds are not good, the seeds I brought are all improved varieties, take care of the yield per mu at least more than 400 catties, if you catch up with a good year, the yield per mu is not a problem,"

The old man was shocked at first, looked at Feng Fei and said, "Lord Wang, you have a life-saving grace for Qiao'er, the old man should have believed you, but you have never planted land, the best field in our Qianchao, the yield of wheat per mu is only more than 300 catties, and the average field is only about 200 catties at most,"

Feng Fei had talked with Ma Wuhong million at the beginning, of course, he knew the output of wheat in the Qianchao, and he could only say that the bottom was pitiful, and although the Qianchao was not strict in paying taxes during Li Chun's reign, only fifteen taxes were one, that is, one-fifteenth of the output had to be handed over to the state, and in the **** period in history, it could even reach more than half to be handed over to the state, and the cultivated land in ancient times was originally small, and even less was distributed to the peasants.

Modern people always say that three acres of thin land are thin, but these three acres of land are already very satisfied in the eyes of the peasants of the Qian, and the yield of three acres of land is 200 catties, that is, 600 catties, and if they are handed over about 50 catties, there are only about 500 catties left, and this is only a field tax, and the peasants also have to bear the burden of conscription and military service.

Although it is now an era of peace, and there has been no foreign invasion in the Qian-Dynasty so far, the army still needs to be trained, and the logistical support for these service personnel must be provided by the peasants.

Feng Fei inquired, three acres of land, all year round the peasant has only three hundred to four hundred catties left in his hands, the ancient family population is generally very large, two children are very few, basically five or six, four hundred catties of grain a family of six or seven mouthfuls, how can you eat enough, so there are so many subordinates, they are all sold to rich and noble families as servants since childhood, of course the parents are reluctant, after all, it is their own flesh and blood, but if they don't serve people, they have to be starved to death.

"Uncle, didn't I say it just now, this is an improved variety of wheat seeds, and I will distribute it for free today, so that the people of Feixian City can become well-off as soon as possible!"

After Feng Fei finished speaking, he thought that the old man would not understand the word well-off, but he didn't expect the other party to nod, "Hehe, Lord Wang, we don't want to be well-off, we just want to be content with food and clothing." ”

It turns out that well-off is not a modern word, but since ancient times, it is the long-term longing of the descendants of Yan and Huang, as early as the Western Zhou Dynasty, the word well-off appeared, a metaphor for a stable life.

Feng Fei saw that there were more and more people watching in Dong's mansion, and everyone was listening to the conversation between himself and the old man, so he cleared his throat and said, "Everyone has seen wheat, how to grow it, how to eat it, everyone has understood it, the kind of grain mentioned below has not appeared in our Qianchao, it is called corn, and the production capacity per mu has reached an astonishing 1,000 catties!" ”

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