Since then, the night has passed.

As soon as the morning dawned, He Huan got up early, came to the government affairs hall to continue reading those bamboo slips, and read a series of recent questions, and the time also came to noon.

After that, he called Wang Xiu and arranged all the solutions to the problem, and then asked about the progress of yesterday's task.

Wang Xiudao: "Everything was according to the instructions of the lord, and this morning I put grain in the city for disaster relief, and the people flocked to it, hearing that as long as they worked, they could have food, and they all obeyed. ”

"Okay." He Huan nodded, which was also expected by him.

The people of Fancheng can basically be said to have nothing, and now they have nothing to eat, and their lives can be said to have come to an end.

It's the equivalent of complete despair.

At such a time, there is suddenly hope, who would not reach out and hold this hope firmly in their hands?

And it's not hard to seize that hope, as long as you follow the arrangement.

The people of this world are still very simple, and almost all of them are industrious.

It's May, and it stands to reason that the people of Fancheng will take the initiative to start farming without being urged.

But there is not a grain of rice from house to house, and there is not even the skin of the millet left, so what can be used to raise seedlings?

That's not to mention farming.

Now they are told that as long as they do what they are asked to do, they will have food to eat, and even land to plant, and as long as they are not mentally ill, no one will refuse.

After all, this is not a modern bustling city with rampant materialism, and the people are working in addition to work.

Every day is like this, working during the day and sleeping at night.

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Now that the farming matter is settled, the next thing is to wait for the grain to ripen.

He Huo doesn't need to participate in the next thing, and the farming is better left to the people of Fancheng themselves.

He Hui himself came to the government affairs hall on time every day to deal with affairs, and then arranged the solution to be implemented by Wang Xiu.

In this way, after three days, the farming matter has been completely stabilized, and the people have all started to cultivate the land honestly, and Wang Xiu does not have to supervise all day long, like a fart.

Just let Yue Feng send ten soldiers to supervise.

At this time, He Huan can be regarded as able to free up some free time, except for some big problems on weekdays, they are basically handed over to Wang Xiu to solve by himself.

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Even if you drink porridge every day, the grain and grass you brought at the beginning are constantly decreasing with the passage of time.

A city is not a family of three, there are more than 2,000 people in it, and the cost of food is no joke.

Looking at the less and less food, He Huan's heart seemed to be dripping blood.

"It's not a matter of eating rice like this, we have to think of other ways, how can we make a small amount of food last longer?" He Hui thought about this question in his heart.

Suddenly, he had an idea, recalling the steamed buns and steamed buns he had eaten in his previous life.

Think about it, when a small dough is steamed, it will become larger, almost twice the size of the original, isn't this the effective use of raw materials?

If you want to make steamed bread, you must have flour and yeast.

Yeast He Harmony doesn't have it now, but you can use old noodles.

However, there is no flour in this world, but there is wheat, and the batch of grain and grass brought by He Hui contains rice and wheat respectively.

Among them, rice is the majority, followed by wheat.

Now that wheat is available, it can be made into flour.

However, if you want to make steamed bread, the most important thing is to need yeast, otherwise it will not be steamed bread, but gnocchi.

Fermentation He Hui still knows, as long as there is flour, you can make yeast by yourself.

In his previous life, when He Huan was young, he heard his grandfather talk about making yeast, but his grandfather did not call it yeast, but old noodles.

He Hui did it as soon as he thought of it, and immediately asked people to fetch wheat and grind it into flour.

When a bag of flour was placed in front of him, He Harmony began to make old noodles by himself.

He Huan can't remember the specific proportion, he really forgot how much water to match with how much flour, but he remembered to be thinner at the beginning.

In this way, He Huan relied on his not very deep memory to make a pot of batter, and then closed the mouth of the basin.

The premise of fermentation is that it must be kept sealed and no air can be allowed to enter.

When he was a child, He Huan's family also made pickles, and they would put the jar in reverse and put it in a dish of water to isolate the air.

After closing the pot, He Hui took it to the sun to dry, and if you want to produce natural yeast, temperature is a must.

In this way, it was not until the sun went down that He Huan took back the basin and opened it to see that the originally diluted batter had become viscous, and there were some bubbles on it.

Because it was opened, air entered it, and those bubbles cracked one by one, creating many small holes.

"It's really done!" He Hui was slightly happy in his heart.

The sticky batter in the pot wasn't as good as his grandfather's cooking, but it did ferment anyway.

In this way, it means that natural yeast has been produced in it, which can be used to make steamed buns.

However, I remember that his grandfather did not finish the work in one day, but took two or three days to make yeast.

Therefore, once the steamed buns are made at home, they will start fermenting two days in advance.

Later, his grandfather also felt a little troublesome, so he simply left a piece of dough every time he made steamed buns, and used this dough as yeast next time he made it.

This dough is also known as old noodles.

Thinking of this, He Huan added some water to the basin, stirred it well, closed it again, and took it out to bask in the sun the next day.

It wasn't until the third day that the yeast made by He Hui himself was finally completed, although it was not as good as his grandfather's cooking, and it smelled a little sour.

But in general, it can be considered complete.

At this time, He Hui had people grind several catties of flour, and then began to order his personal guards to knead the dough, while he himself supervised and commanded on the side, teaching them how to make it.

Kneading dough also has a certain degree of exquisiteness, and the strength cannot be weak, He Harmony naturally let the trained and energetic guards do this job.

Wang Xiu also followed aside, and asked very curiously: "Lord, can this method really make the grain bigger and more abundant?" ”

"When you pour it, you know that a fist-sized dough will be a big circle after steaming, and the steamed bun is still sweet in the mouth, and the taste is not worse than rice!" He said hocly.

The yeast has been formed, and He Huan is full of confidence in whether the steamed bread can be successfully steamed.

Listening to He Huan's answer, and then looking at his confident expression, Wang Xiu also believed a little in his heart.

It's just that he is still a little puzzled in his heart, grinding it into powder and steaming it with water, can it really make it so much bigger?

Isn't white rice also cooked with water?

Although it will become larger after cooking, it is not as exaggerated as the lord said.

Although he had already believed it a little, Wang Xiu still had some doubts, and he would definitely not believe it completely if he didn't see the final results.

As time passes, the small dough finally enters the pot and starts steaming, after which it is good to wait patiently.

When the steamed buns were put into the pot, He Huan began to urge the guards to add firewood, steaming the steamed buns must be on a high fire, and steaming for twenty minutes after the water boiled, which was taught to him by his grandfather.

Looking at the hot air that kept coming out, He Hui was also a little excited in his heart.

He now felt as if he had witnessed a miracle.

If it does, it will be a miracle moment.

Not to mention that the current food crisis has been completely solved, but it has also allowed the already small amount of food to last longer.

And once this method spreads, it will also benefit the people.

During this period, there were several times when He Huan wanted to open the lid of the pot to see the situation, but he also held back.

It wasn't until twenty minutes had passed that he ordered someone to open the cover, and before the heat dissipated, Wang Xiu couldn't help but be the first to go up, but he was so hot that he screamed in pain, and it was red like a pig's head.

He Huan smiled, dissipated the heat, reached out and picked up a steamed bun, the steamed bun just out of the pot was very hot, He Huan blew again and again, and he didn't look like a prince at all.

He broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, and the hot steamed bun in his mouth made him can't help but squint his eyes.

A warm current rose from the bottom of his heart, He Huan was a little moved, moved by himself.

"I didn't expect to be in another world and still be able to eat steamed buns, it tastes so good!" He thought.

Wang Xiu's face was still flushed, and he had just been burned by the heat.

He put on a big red face, looked at He Harmony with blank eyes, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw him enjoying his face, "Lord, how does it taste?" ”

"Wonderful!" He Huo gave a thumbs up and handed over the steamed bun in his hand, "You can taste it too!" ”

Wang Xiu didn't say a word, took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He first took a small sip and tasted it, but after he entered it, he couldn't bear it, his little eyes were stared at by him, and he stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Gobbling him up, he choked him half to death, pounding his fists in the chest.

After relieving himself, he didn't dare to eat so quickly, and began to swallow one bite at a time, and was quickly eaten, and couldn't help but suck his fingers afterwards.

Seeing him like this, He Huan shook his head and smiled, "Why bother, I want to eat in the future." ”

"The old minister is rude." Wang Xiu also realized his gaffe and shook his head again and again.

He looked at the big white steamed buns in the pot and said, "As the lord said, a fist-sized dough is twice as big as it is steamed after steaming!" With such a method, what is there to fear about the danger of food! ”

A batch of grain contains 30% of wheat, all of which is ground into flour and used to make steamed buns, plus those rice.

Anyway, it can only last for forty days, but it can also become fifty days, or more.

For a while, Wang Xiu finally saw hope, and came to Fancheng for more than two months, but he couldn't eat enough and couldn't sleep well.

He is only in his thirties, but he has aged a lot in two months, and he is in his forties on the surface.

He was originally full of red face, but he also turned sallow, severely malnourished, and his black hair turned a lot red, and if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he would turn gray.

Just as Wang Xiu sighed, the sound of swallowing saliva came.

Looking for prestige, the guards were all staring at the big white steamed buns in the pot with straight eyes.

"You all have the credit, and you all have tasted it." He said hocly.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward!" Several guards said in unison, and then they put their hands up and down, reaching out to take them, so fast that they were afraid that others would take the lead.

Eating hot steamed buns, these guards were not satisfied, and their mouths were delicious.

Looking at that expression, I was almost moved to tears.

They were in a similar situation to Wang Xiu, or even worse than Wang Xiu, eating worse and less.

Now I taste this taste, and I am full of happiness.