Is this good tea? Zhiwen was a little stunned.

No matter in his past or present life, he can't talk about fine clothes and food, and he has never been picky about food.

In my previous life, I had a small hobby of drinking tea, although I had never drunk the top tea, but the tea was good and the tea was bad.

He naturally drank this tea, the bitterness and astringency were very heavy, and there was a smoky taste, if it wasn't for the fact that there was a little bit of sweetness in the end, Zhiwen would have wanted to throw it away.

Now that the other party actually said that this tea was good, Zhiwen wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"Guest, this tea is already much better than what we drank before." The young man saw that Zhiwen's eyes were straight and explained.

What Zhiwen didn't know, the tea sold by the Ming Dynasty to the border herdsmen was the most inferior tea, according to later generations, it was the worst grade, of course, the tea sold by the eight major grain merchants to the Houjin nobles was not among them.

The tea he took out can still drink a little sweetness, and the tea that ordinary herdsmen can drink only has a strong bitter and astringent taste, which is one of the reasons why herdsmen want to add milk or ghee to make milk tea and butter tea.

"Your guest has good goods, you might as well go back to the tribe with my brother and sister, and it is good to trade." The young man continued, "Our subordinates will surely flourish because of the arrival of distinguished guests, as long as we do not dislike the small size of our tribe." ”

This is still crepe.

"Don't dislike, don't dislike." Zhiwen hurriedly said that he has such things at present, and if he really wants to meet a big tribe, people may not be able to look at this kind of goods.

Then he had another question, "Hey, by the way, didn't a big caravan pass by just two days ago, why didn't you exchange some items with them?" ”

The young man smiled bitterly, "That caravan is specialized in trafficking goods to Houjin in Liaodong, and it doesn't look down on a small tribe like us, and it won't trade with us." ”

"Oh." Zhiwen suddenly said, the store is big and deceives customers.

"So..., let's go?" The young man asked tentatively, very happy in his heart, the tea leaves in the tribe had been cut off for several days, no one had to drink it, and the grain and green salt also needed to be replenished urgently, and he could bring back such a caravan, which could be regarded as a charcoal in the snow, and the leader was happy, maybe he would reward him with some food.

Thinking of this, look at my sister, alas, I haven't eaten serious food for a long time, it's either yogurt lumps or milk tofu all day long, and I'm tired of eating, no wonder my little sister can't walk when she smells the smell, it's himself, and he is also so greedy for this sweet fragrance that he doesn't want it.

This is because his brother and sister are a little special in the tribe, so the leader is kind and gives them some rations, but the others can't even eat yogurt lumps, and some families can't stand it, and have already begun to kill their only few sheep, and I don't know how they will live in the future.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhiwen replied briefly but forcefully, turned over his horse, and motioned for the young man to lead the way.

......

"Brother Zheng, it's almost there." The road was actually not far, and when ridges of wheat fields with obvious traces of cultivation began to appear on both sides, the leading young man rode on his horse, turned around and smiled at Zhiwen.

The young man's surname is Lin Mingyuan, who is older than Zhiwen, and is estimated to be about the same as Kewang.

The girl who ate one of Zhiwen's sweet potatoes was his sister, named Lin Qiao, nicknamed Qiao'er, who looked about the same age as them.

"Brother Lin, how can there be a wheat field here?" Seeing the fields outside the Saiwai, Zhiwen couldn't help but be very strange.

"Hehe," Lin Yuan smiled, "That's what our tribe planted." ”

"You planted it?" Zhiwen was surprised inexplicably, the Mongols farmed? It's as incredible as the wolf starts grazing.

Lin Qiao wrinkled his nose proudly, "It's not because of the guidance of my father and brother that these people can grow food, otherwise, hum..."

"Brother Lin, is your family in this kind of field?" Zhiwen asked.

"To be exact, to teach people to farm." Lin Yuan explained, by the way, he told their family's experience.

His father Lin Dawei, his hometown is the same as Zhiwen, he is also in northern Shaanxi, and he is also a well-known expert in planting crops in the local area, but he is a good farmer, but he does not have a piece of land, so he can only make a living by farming for various squires.

However, he has the ability and a good reputation, and the money and food he earns from farming is barely enough for him to start a family and inherit the lineage.

Lin Yuan's mother-in-law, when giving birth to Lin Qiao, hemorrhaged, died not long after, Lin Dawei had no long things, and he didn't want to stay in the old place to see things and think about people, so he simply took his two children north out of the fortress and went to the Mongolian steppe to make a living.

By chance, he met the current tribe, the leader fell in love with his farming skills, Lin Dawei was a little tired with two children, so he stayed to guide and help this tribe farm.

A few years ago, Lin Dawei became ill from hard work and left his brothers and sisters to drive west, but Lin Yuan has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he also has his father's eight things, and his position in the tribe is still very stable, from the leader to the herdsman, he has to give the brothers and sisters a little face.

Of course, relying only on the work of "technical guidance" in farming, the food rations of the brothers and sisters are not enough, and in their spare time, they have to herd sheep and horses for the leader in order to have enough food and clothing.

This is not a thousand and one nights, Zhiwen listened to it, and still didn't believe it, the leader of a small Mongolian tribe actually had the foresight to open up the fields and grow grain, so he specially looked for the crops of the Ming Dynasty to guide the work? Does this count as a technical output?

"Well, Childe, in fact, there are already many tribes outside the Saiwai, and they have begun to ask Han people to help open up land and farm, and many Han people who go north, like Brother Lin, stay in various tribes in Mongolia to help." Seeing that Zhiwen was skeptical, Xue Ping also spoke, "However, these tribes have to do this because of their small scale and insufficient number of cattle and sheep, making it difficult to exchange for enough food. ”

Xue Ping's explanation was reasonable, which made Zhiwen believe.

"Then..., Brother Lin, how is the grain production here?" Zhiwen now has the most food, but don't be useless.

Lin Yuan shook his head and sighed, "It can only be said that talking is better than nothing." ”

In recent years, there has been a great drought in the north, and Saiwai is no exception, except for the fields near rivers and lakes, there can be some harvest, and other places are not harvested.

In addition, the fertility of the land here is insufficient, and the yield is normally lower than that in Kannai.

"Not enough fertility?" Zhiwen is puzzled, don't you compost, raise so many cattle, sheep and horses, there is less manure.

Lin Yuan explained that livestock manure has to be used to burn fires, and human manure, you know, Mongolian people don't have latrines, so they can't gather in one place, so they can't compost naturally.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to farm like this for a long time." After listening to this, Zhiwen muttered.

"The Mongolian people originally lived in pursuit of water and grass, so this field was abandoned after a year or two of planting, and they had to find another place to open up the wasteland again and farm the land, and they didn't care about it if they didn't compost it." Lin Yuan explained again.