To make zongzi, it is naturally glutinous rice is the best.

"Sanniang, do you know where there is glutinous rice here in Nanxiang?"

"What does my brother want glutinous rice to do?"

"Naturally, it is used to make horncorn."

Guan Ji listened, shook his head and smiled, "Why is my brother still determined to be this horn?" This glutinous rice is a rare thing, and my little sister is also a rare thing. ”

"Why?"

Feng Yongqi said, isn't the south the world of rice?

Guan Ji stared at Feng Yong for a long time, and saw that he felt a little furious in his heart.

"Why does Sanniang look at me like this?"

"The little sister just felt a little strange, since the elder brother is good at farming, how could he not know that the yield of this glutinous rice per mu is extremely low, and one mu is more than half a stone. On weekdays, only large families can grow it, so how can ordinary people grow this kind of thing? ”

Yes!

I'm just an imbecile who forgets my roots!

I have always claimed to be a baby from the countryside, and when I was a child, my family farmed, and in which year didn't I only open three or five points of paddy fields to grow glutinous rice?

The yield is low, and it can only be used during the New Year and festivals, who is idle and sore to grow glutinous rice all over the world?

"What do those big families do here?"

"I heard that glutinous rice can nourish the body and nourish the stomach, so everyone who has land in the family will plant a little."

Seeing that Guan Ji was still looking at himself with strange eyes, Feng Yong coughed dryly and explained, "I don't know much about that glutinous rice, but I have eaten zongzi made of glutinous rice in the master's sect. I thought this glutinous rice was about the same as rice on weekdays. ”

Guan Ji nodded, "At my brother's age, it is rare in the world to have such knowledge. This glutinous rice is a rare thing, and it's normal for my brother to not know what's going on. ”

How can a zongzi made without glutinous rice be considered an authentic zongzi?

"Sanniang, we don't see the millet we eat on weekdays so sticky, how can this corn made of corn be so sticky?"

Although it should theoretically be possible to replace glutinous rice with millet rice, it is necessary to know how it becomes sticky.

Guan Ji's eyes widened again, and her expression finally had a trace of worry.

I saw her stretch out her hand and put it on Feng Yong's forehead to probe, but she didn't find anything abnormal, but she still pulled Feng Yong to the chair and sat down with anxiety, and then asked with concern, "Is there anything uncomfortable about my brother?" ”

"What can I do to be uncomfortable?"

Feng Yong asked strangely.

Guan Ji was a little reproachful, "Brother should eat more horn millet when he eats in the morning, so as to avoid evil spirits." If you hadn't bumped into evil, how could you ask such a question? ”

Why am I asking this question? If I don't understand, I should ask!

Feng Yong looked at Guan Ji a little blankly.

Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Guan Ji asked in disbelief: "Brother really doesn't know the difference between the two?" ”

I know what a!

In later generations, I never planted millet, but I ate some.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Guan Ji suddenly "snorted" and laughed.

Then the more he laughed, the more he couldn't control himself, and finally he was lying on the desk, his shoulders shaking.

Enough is enough!

Anyway, I've also planted the land, didn't I just ask about the crops in the north? What's there to laugh about? I'm a southerner, isn't it normal not to understand that?

Feng Yong said dissatisfiedly, "Why did Sanniang come here? ”

Guan Ji listened, stretched out a hand and waved, and after a long while, she raised her head again, and she could see that she was holding back a smile.

"Brother, I'm really sorry, my little sister couldn't hold back for a while."

Feng Tu knew that he must have asked a very idiotic question.

Guan Ji's next explanation confirmed his thoughts.

"Brother, the yellow rice that makes corn and the millet we usually eat are all millet rice. But one is sticky and the other is non-sticky. Brother...... But what about the farmer, how can he not even understand this? ”

Isn't that the difference between glutinous rice and japonica rice?

It's a shame.

Feng Tu only felt a fever on his face, and said stupidly, "I haven't done horn millet again, how do I know this?" ”

"But my brother just said that the horn millet made by Amei is not good, so I have to make it myself."

Guan Ji really didn't expect that his brother, who had always been in Zhizhu's hand, would also have such a side, and seeing Feng Yong's embarrassed appearance, he took the initiative to reach out and hold his hand.

I only heard her say softly, "Brother doesn't have to mind this, there is no omniscient and all-powerful person in the world." Xiaomei used to think that her brother knew everything, but that made people feel unreal. ”

"I didn't expect that today, it seems that my brother is sometimes confused, but it makes my little sister feel closer."

"Hey, hey!" Feng Yong was comforted by Guan Ji, and his heart was happy, explaining, "I didn't say that I knew everything. But I really know how to make this zongzi, Sanniang, are there mung beans here? ”

Guan Ji didn't expect his brother to reach this point, and he didn't forget to make zongzi, he was angry and funny at the moment, "I said that my little sister doesn't mind that my brother doesn't understand this, why is my brother still stubborn?" ”

Feng Tu Turtle immediately became anxious, "Sanniang, I'm really not reckless......

"Without mung beans, red dates are also made."

Damn, if you can't be a salty party, can't you even be a sweet party?

Guan Jihu looked at Feng Yong suspiciously, Brother Xindao, could he really do this?

In ancient times, as long as it was a bean, it was called a bean.

It is one of the five grains.

In the Han Dynasty, the name of beans spread, and beans at this time were also classified.

The most planted are soybeans, and mung beans are also available, but there are relatively few.

Fortunately, Huang Wudie, the richest man in Hanzhong, has enough fields and grows some mung beans.

He also sent someone to pass the word, saying that it was about to enter the summer, and he would send some mung beans to his brother to relieve the heat.

He and Zhao Guang had nothing to be polite about, so these mung beans had been unceremoniously expropriated in Feng Yong's heart.

"If my brother wants to find glutinous rice, you can ask the lady of the Li family."

Guan Ji remembered someone, "The sixth room of the Li family is a big family, and glutinous rice is generally used to replenish qi and nourish the stomach." ”

"It's just that Sanniang didn't say that the glutinous rice is planted less? Jincheng is so far away from here, how can it be sent over? ”

Feng Yong didn't have much hope.

"Not really." Guan Ji shook his head and smiled, "Brother, don't forget what the little sister just said, this glutinous rice is used to nourish the stomach." ”

"And if the lady of the Li family and the son of the Li family are valued by the clan, then their clan must let people bring glutinous rice, in case they are not accustomed to the water and soil in Hanzhong, they can use glutinous rice to nourish their stomachs."

Hey? That seems to make sense!

I just don't know if they finished eating the glutinous rice?

To find the Li family, of course, Li Qiu is the most suitable, after all, they were a family hundreds of years ago.

Although I don't know why Feng Yong suddenly wants to use glutinous rice, but glutinous rice nourishes the stomach, and Li Qiu, as a son of a family, still knows.

He thought it was going to be used by someone, so he didn't ask too much and just borrowed it.

Borrowing grain was originally a very humiliating thing, but it was an exception for Feng Tuqiu.

One borrowed justifiably, and the other was borrowed happily.

Li Mu even apologized to Li Qiu vigorously, saying that there was too little glutinous rice, and if she wasn't in a hurry, she could ask her family to send another batch from Jincheng.

"Quite a bit, enough of it."

Feng Yong took a look at half a bag of glutinous rice, just to make some zongzi, it shouldn't be so much.

The mung beans that Sister Huang gave her were gone, and Zhao Guang hurried over immediately.