In November, Song Gongming reported to work at the palace of Taiwei Zhao. The exchange of prisoners of war was over, and Song Gongming rushed back to Hangzhou to prepare for the New Year.

"Taiwei, some of the Song people captured by Mongolia were sent to be craftsmen, and a large part were sent to various Mongolian departments as slaves. Kublai Khan has already taken out the craftsmen and the slaves under his direct command for us, and he himself cannot touch the slaves of other Mongol tribes......"

Listening to Song Gongming's narration, Zhao Jiaren was not surprised. Mongolia was the standard feudal system, and Kublai Khan did not have the enormous power of the emperor under a centralized system. The slaves of the Mongol tribes were not up to the Great Khan to decide, and if the Great Khan dared to confiscate the slaves, the Mongol tribes dared to rebel and show the Great Khan.

Although Taiwei Zhao hopes to save all the population, what he can't do is what he can't do. Unless the Great Song Dynasty can enter the Mongolian Plateau in the next war and settle the various Mongolian tribes. In retrospect, this goal is too far away.

After talking about the prisoner exchange, Song Gongming mentioned the request of Hao Ren Wanhu to buy muskets. Zhao Jiaren ended the discussion with a "no".

"Isn't it okay to sell it at a high price?" Song Gongming felt a little pity.

"With this spirit, sell more tea and earn more." Zhao Jiaren replied.

Song Gongming also felt that it made sense when he heard it. A boatload of Sinhalese black tea shipped to Zhigu Village is 10 times the profit, which is more profitable than selling the ignition gun, and the side effects are smaller. Although the reason is clear, Song Gongming does not buy and sell tea. He really wanted to do something that belonged to him, and selling muskets was what he could do.

After reporting the work, Zhao Jiaren and Song Gongming came out together. As soon as I walked to the yard, I saw a child holding a few vegetable leaves in his hand, and ran to Zhao Jiaren with a face full of grievances and said, "Third grandfather, my carrot has been eaten." ”

"Who ate your carrots?" Zhao Jiaren asked.

Song Gongming looked at the place where the little guy came from, and there was a little girl and a little boy standing there. Looking at the clothes they are wearing, it should be the Zhao family. Song Gongming was a little incomprehensible, it was not easy to finish a carrot. The children of the Zhao family should be able to play pranks, and it seems a little outrageous to eat a carrot for the sake of pranks.

"It ate my carrots." The little one wept and pointed to a horse in that position.

Poof! Song Gongming was completely amused. He saw the beautiful horse of the divine steed, and saw it standing quietly in place, looking harmless to humans and animals. Even if it's a carrot, it's the little guy who feeds it. Then Song Gongming saw Zhao Taiwei shouting at the horse: "You, come over to me!" ”

At this moment, Song Gongming was completely shocked. Taiwei Zhao can't get along with an animal! In surprise, Song Gongming's horse first pinned his head to the side, avoiding eye contact with Zhao Taiwei. And Taiwei Zhao continued to shout: "Don't pretend to be invisible!" Come here! ”

It was evident that the steed could not resist it, so he walked with his head bowed with a shy expression on his face.

Song Gongming rubbed his eyes and watched intently. This guy should look like a horse, it should be a horse, it should be a horse!

"Is that you missing that carrot? Why don't you eat it when he feeds you! Zhao Taiwei began to accuse this beautiful horse that Song Gongming felt unbearable to blame. Then Song Gongming saw the horse with a shy expression, gently rubbing the little boy's head with his cheek.

The little one's mood changed quickly, and he couldn't help but giggle because of the itching and this gesture of affection, while avoiding the hot nose of the horse. And Taiwei Zhao said to the little guy: "Before feeding it next time, can you not take a bite yourself?" ”

Song Gongming looked at the little guy and lowered his head shyly, and knew that Taiwei Zhao was right. Then Taiwei Zhao touched the little guy's head, and then touched the horse's head, and said to them, "Let's go play together." And he went on his way.

Following behind the captain, Song Gongming turned his head from time to time. I saw three little ones playing with a horse, they took the reins and walked the horses, and took carrots and don't know what gadgets to feed the horses. When they hugged the horses by the neck, the horses did not look frightened or panicked.

Although there were guards and nannies next to him, Song Gongming still felt that this picture was a bit outrageous. He plucked up his courage and asked, "Captain, doesn't this kind of horse hurt people?" ”

Zhao Jiaren replied: "Arabian horse, just don't anger him." As for playing with children, I think such an otaku guy can completely distinguish the importance of the matter. ”

"Otaku? What is an otaku? "Song Gongming, as an official of the Ministry of Rites, knows about Arabian horses, but he doesn't understand what the house means.

"It's just that I live mainly in the house and don't come out. Arabian horses have been domesticated for more than 2,000 years, and most of the time they have lived either in tents or houses. ”

“…… The captain talks to it, can it understand? Song Gongming asked the question he was most concerned about.

Zhao Jiaren replied: "When I say carrots, it probably doesn't know what I'm talking about. But it knew I was criticizing it, and it reacted tamely. We can't ask too much of a horse. ”

Song Gongming thought about it and felt that Zhao Taiwei's magnanimity had reached the point of being a little unbelievable. is not demanding of children, and can be said to be kind. is not demanding of a horse, can this be said that the captain is a great good man? But Tai Lieutenant's political and military ruthlessness simply has the cold killing intent that can freeze the world.

At this time, the two had already arrived at the door, and Zhao Jiaren said to Song Gongming: "There are many animals and plants in this world that are very well possessed, and we must make good use of them." And the basis of good use is that we have to know. Increase our knowledge and insight. ”

Seeing Taiwei Zhao get into the carriage and leave, Song Gongming didn't understand Taiwei Zhao's thoughts. When I returned to the Ministry of Rites and sat down in the office, my colleague immediately said, "Old Song, let's have dinner together in the evening." Xiong Shangshu is with us. ”

"Who's please?" Song Gongming asked almost subconsciously. He didn't want to be forced to have a treat.

"Equally." Colleague laughed.

The equal share was still within the acceptable range of Song Gongming, so he agreed.

At five o'clock, the Ministry of Rites gathered and headed straight for the destination. The destination is a commercial area with more than a dozen restaurants. Next to the junction is a fountain for water diversion, and clear water gushes out of the spout in the top pool. Those merchants fetch water from here. Completely clear and transparent water makes people like it when they look at it. Everyone washed their hands in the pool below, and some even picked up water to wipe their faces. Then I went straight to the store I chose.

The private room has been decided, and everyone is seated. Xiong Sheng announced, "The imperial court has announced that after New Year's Day next year, everyone's fortune will return to normal." ”

Whether they knew the news or didn't know it, everyone couldn't help but cheer. After all these years, Yu Lu is finally normal. It's going to be better after that. At this time, the rum as a benefit was poured, and everyone raised the wine cup and spoke, "Thank you to the court!" "Thank you, Captain!"

Because it was pre-ordered and notified in advance, the restaurant served the food very quickly. Vinegar soaked twins, scrambled eggs, small ground tofu, pickle strips. Not long after these appetizers were served, the main course came up. Chicken, duck, fish and the like were quickly set up on the table. It's a rotating tabletop, and everyone is a staff member of the Ministry of Rites, and I like this way of not having to stand up to pick up food.

After eating for a while, one of the brothers couldn't help but say, "I always feel that this chicken is not as fragrant as before." ”

Even the staff of the Ministry of Rites, as soon as they heard this topic related to eating, the instinct of the people of the foodie empire immediately exploded. Everyone said that this was indeed the case. Although the chicken is now cheaper and the supply is abundant, the taste is really insufficient.

Xiong Shang Shangshu is self-contained and doesn't want to make a profit. However, as a citizen of the Great Foodie Empire, he still couldn't hold back, so he told everyone the news he heard from his relatives in the state-run farm.

At present, the state-run breeding farm is carrying out scientific breeding, which is to find a way to let pigs, chickens and other livestock eat more, move less, and sleep more. It turns out that a chicken has to be killed for half a year or even August and September to eat meat, and now the broilers are the kind of super lazy breeds that are selected, and they are slaughtered and buried in batches if there is a chicken plague. From the time the shell is broken to the time it is killed and eaten, these chickens are released from the cage in about three months. In a sense, these broilers are the sick men of chickens, and the meat quality is certainly not as good as that of free-range ones.

After hearing this, everyone was amazed again and again. This encouraged Xiong Shangshu's mood, and he introduced the situation of pig raising. When the piglets reach a certain time, they are sent into the pens. The pens were as narrow as prisons, allowing the pigs to stand or lie down on all fours. After entering the pen, the pig's body has always maintained the same direction for several months, and every day in addition to eating and sleeping, each of them is fat. Pigs that used to take one or two years to be slaughtered now take only six to eight months.

"It shouldn't be." A waiter said puzzledly, "Shouldn't it be raised, how much flesh does it grow?" ”

After Xiong Shangshu heard this, he felt a burst of pride in his heart. He also asked his relatives about this, and the relatives could not explain it at the time. Later, the relatives specifically asked the person in charge of the breeding farm, got a clear answer, and came to explain to Xiong Shangshu.

So Xiong Shangshu replied with a breezy expression: "Pigs have swine fever." The longer you keep it, the more likely you are to get swine fever. Once you get swine fever, a few hundred catties of pigs are all gone. The earlier you kill it, the lower the chance of getting swine fever. Everyone said that this is not the truth. ”

"Uh-huh!" A group of foodies nodded their heads in agreement.

"In addition, they have a calculation of the meat ratio. It is a certain period of time, when the ratio of the feed eaten to the meat grown is the largest. Kill at this time, which is most in line with the cost. It seems to mean that. Xiong Shangshu is not so confident in this paragraph.

This involves the concept of coordinates, although Xiong Shangshu, who was born in the examination, can probably understand it, but he has no concept. The other personnel were also a little confused when they heard him speak in an ominous manner.

Song Gongming graduated from the subject examination and entered the Ministry of Rites. When he heard this, he understood a little, he drank a few more glasses at this time, got up while the wine, and drew a coordinate map for everyone. Label the feed with the pork, then draw the curve. The Ministry of Rites has to learn just like any other department. There is no problem with the IQ of people who can mix in the Ministry of Rites, and after reading this, I will discuss it again, so I understand the key.

"No business, no treachery!" "Clever and robbed!" Everyone scolded the state-run breeding farms for profiteers.

Scolding and scolding, when the mouth is full of oil, the people of the big foodie empire are very happy.