"Silage!"

"Feed the cattle and sheep in the winter! How is this possible? ”

Everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar, and looked at Merton with suspicious eyes, everything withers in winter, how can there be grass.

Suddenly many of the leaders showed a look of disappointment, they had come with hope, but now it seemed as if Merton had played a big joke on them.

"Mo Hou can't be joking, right? How can there be grass in winter? Murong Shun was secretly happy in his heart, and fell into the stone road.

As long as Merton's lies are exposed, the credit that the Tang army had established in the grassland before will definitely be gone, and at that time, he Murong Shun will be the only reliance on Qinghai.

Merton said proudly: "What you can't do doesn't mean that the Mo family can't do it." ”

Murong Shun sneered: "If Mohou can really make the cattle and sheep eat grass in winter, Murong Shun is willing to bow down and personally persuade all the departments of the grassland to buy pasture." ”

Merton shook his head and said: "No need, my Datang is acting above board, how can I force me to buy and sell, whether I want to buy a ranch or not is all voluntary." ”

"Then I'm waiting to open my eyes and wait for the Mo family's peerless ink skills." Murong Shun showed a sneer.

Many leaders are also skeptical, according to common sense, how can there be grass in winter, if it weren't for the so many magical performances before Merton, which made the leaders have a little more expectation, plus they are afraid of the power of the Tang army, maybe someone will turn around and leave.

Merton looked around and couldn't help but say proudly: "In the summer, a piece of freshly slaughtered beef and mutton will stink after three days of storage, but in the long winter, under the cover of ice and snow, a sheep can still be eaten even after a winter." In the scorching Chang'an City, Mo used to make cold ice in the summer, but at low temperatures, the food was preserved for more than a month, and the Mo family had a unique research on preserving food. ”

Gao Shilian nodded slowly, not to mention anything else, just take compressed dry food as an example, it can be stored for two months to half a year, which is not an achievement in the past.

Murong Shun sneered: "Cattle and sheep are naturally cryopreserved, but grass is the opposite, not to mention ice and snow, even if it encounters frost, it will immediately wither, even the most picky cattle and sheep will not eat it."

Merton nodded, but agreed: "That's true, so the Mo family came up with another method, that is, the fermentation method of winemaking!" ”

"The fermentation method of sake brewing!"

This time, even Gao Shilian looked at each other. I can't imagine what winemaking has to do with silage.

The Tuyuhun leaders were also confused, they had naturally drunk Mojia wine, but they didn't know anything about the fermentation of winemaking.

Merton explained: "The raw material for winemaking is grain, which is the same as the grass, and once the grain used for winemaking is fermented, the process takes at least more than a month, and it can ensure that the grain will not become moldy and spoiled, so Benhou took this as inspiration and came up with another way to store grass." ”

With a wave of his hand, Tie An immediately pulled a huge four-wheeled carriage, which was filled with four huge jars, and Tie An instructed the children of the Mo family to put down the four jars one by one and put them in the center.

With a wave of his hand, Tie An immediately opened the seals of the four jars, and suddenly the four jars of grass appeared in front of everyone, and suddenly a unique fragrance of grass filled everyone's taste,

"These four tan silage, respectively, was ordered by the Hou to be made in June Fengtan, which took a full month and a half, and now whether this silage is feasible, you leaders can pull their horses over to see if they can be eaten." Merton said confidently.

"A month and a half!"

The leaders immediately looked at each other, if the weather is hot at this moment, if you can really store the grass for a month and a half, the long and cold winter, wouldn't it not be bad at all, then the method of feeding cattle and sheep grass in winter that Tang Jiang said may really be realized.

At that moment, the leader of Dawa and the leader of Hulun took the lead, each moved out a horse, fished out some grass and put it in front of the horse, between which the two horses snorted, smelled the fermented grass, and immediately ate it.

The leaders were all people who knew horses, and they could naturally see that these two horses not only ate, but also enjoyed them very much.

At that moment, many leaders couldn't bear it, so they pulled their BMWs over and tested them personally, and the result was that their war horses also ate very sweetly.

Many leaders couldn't believe it, so they directly grabbed a handful of grass to inspect it personally, discussed with each other, and confirmed that this was indeed not fresh grass, and at least it had been cut for more than half a month.

However, the weather is hot at the moment, let alone half a day, even if it is three days, the fresh grass cut will probably wither and rot, how can the horses eat.

"Whether you can eat it or not, these BMWs are the best proof! If it's a cold winter, as long as you store enough grass, you can still supply your livestock with grass throughout the winter without losing fat! Merton pointed to the war-horse where he was eating silage.

Many leaders couldn't help but be silent for a while, the shock of everything in front of them was too great, and it could be said that it had changed the customs of the grassland for thousands of years.

"Even if what Mohou said is true, I'm afraid this jar alone won't be able to hold much grass!" Murong Shun saw the hearts of the leaders fluttering, and he had an idea, pointing out one of Merton's shortcomings.

"It is a jar that can hold as much as it wants, and if you want to store enough grass for cattle and sheep, you need how many stalls." A tribal leader who followed Murong Shun smacked his tongue.

The leaders of the other tribes also flinched when they heard this, and the Tuyuhun tribe did not know how to make pottery altars, so many altars, their value had to be transported from the Tang Dynasty to Qinghai, and the value of them was probably not less than the value of cattle and sheep.

Merton sneered, he naturally knew why these tribes reacted like this, but he had already thought of a way to deal with it.

With a wave of Merton's hand, the curtain behind the leaders slowly fell, and the leaders were shocked, only to find that there was a pit more than one person deep behind them.

With the order of the Hulun leader, a large number of herdsmen of the Hulun tribe poured a cart of pasture that had already been laid into a deep pit, and someone specially trampled the grass so that it could be loaded with more pasture.

The tribal leaders looked at a small hole in amazement, loaded with truckloads of pasture, the amount of which was at most staggering, and when it was really no longer possible, they took a few wooden planks to cover the hole, and then covered it with earth.

"This is the easiest way to store silage, and one pit is enough to hold twenty-eight carts of pasture, enough for hundreds of cattle and sheep," Merton said. The winter weather is cold, it is easier to preserve, as long as you have enough grass in storage, Benhou can guarantee that you will not be bad until the spring of the next year. ”

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the leaders were short of breath, there was a lack of grass in winter, only a small amount of hay could be used, the cattle and sheep lost weight severely, and the cattle and sheep would lose a lot of money every winter, according to the silage that Merton said, they would definitely be able to feed more cattle and sheep in winter.

Even Gao Shilian exhaled heavily, with a little worry in his eyes, the value of silage could naturally be seen with his old and spicy eyes, if it was taken by all parts of the grassland, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings.

Merton didn't care about these at all, now that Datang has a peerless weapon like gunpowder, if it can still be turned over by the various departments of the grassland, it would be too much.

"I believe that with this good recipe, the cattle and sheep on the grassland will definitely not be able to eat, and the herdsmen will no longer be hungry. Merton took the opportunity to add another fire.

"Thank you, Mohou!" All the leaders said with a happy face, and at this moment, the hatred between Datang and Tuyuhun seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Horseshoe!"

"How to suture wounds!"

"The way to dig a well!"

"How to store grass!"

If this series of stunts is popularized on the grassland, it is conceivable that the life of herdsmen will be better than before in the future.

The whole scene was harmonious, it was simply Tang Tu's family.

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