Liu Qingdong looked at Zhongli Yue angrily and left with a confused expression, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Why can't I be hired?

People like Zhong Gongzi, if they don't enter the office, it is simply a waste of resources.

He wanted to go to Zhong Gongzi to ask for clarification, but found that his feet seemed to have roots, and he couldn't leave at all.

After hesitating for a moment, he clenched the book in his hand and turned to leave, but he had already made up his mind in his heart.

There are some things that you can do even if you can't get into the office.

How many children can be benefited by these books alone.

Zhongli didn't know that she had just compiled two books to Liu Qingdong, but she herself continued to think about the things in her previous life in the room, compiling those things that were useful to the children into a book.

So, wait until the next morning.

When Zhongli appeared in front of Liu Qingdong, he was holding a book in his hand, and the name of the book was "Three Character Classic".

"Zhong Gongzi, I know, this is also your hearsay."

Without waiting for the bell to leave, he spoke first.

Zhongli was stunned for a moment, then nodded at him with a smile.

"Yes, I heard it, and I thought it was fun, and it was catchy, and I thought the kids could use it. You should study this well and teach it well when the time comes. ”

Liu Qingdong nodded fiercely, looking at Zhongli's eyes with excitement, shame and admiration.

Zhong Gongzi has such a good literary talent, but he can't show it because of the family motto in the family, and if he wants to teach the students in the village, he can only share his credit with others.

"Thank you, thank you Gongzi Zhong. I'm going to do my best, I will. ”

After the two separated, Liu Qingdong excitedly took these things into his room and began to read them excitedly.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away. If you don't teach, sex is migration, and the way to teach is to specialize in ......"

The more he reads, the more excited he becomes, and the more he reads, the more excited he becomes.

This is comparable to the words of a saint! It must go down in history!

He read these excitedly, then took out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, unfolded a piece of white paper, and began to take the brush and write quickly on it, but the handwriting on it seemed to be the content of the book.

Zhongli didn't know anything about this, but was discussing this year's harvest with the village chief.

"Now the ginger is growing well, and the fields on our Zhuangzi have grown well with this year's ploughing and fine cultivation, and even the barren and inferior fields before have grown better than before."

Zhongli chuckled and nodded at the village chief.

"Not bad, not bad. But what about the duck seedlings? ”

She bought so many ducks and duck eggs before, just so that the ducks could hatch and be provided to the restaurant when the time came, and the farmers could get more money.

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, the banker, if it weren't for the recipe you provided to everyone, everyone would not be so confident in the future now."

Every day, everyone is happy to talk about what they are doing, and they are more active than anyone else.

Especially the thing Zhongli mentioned before, all the people's feces are concentrated in a few pits, and now the temperature is getting higher and higher, and there are more and more insects one by one.

Every day, everyone drives their ducks to their respective places in batches, so that they can eat and then rush back.

It's only been a little over a month, and now the ducks have begun to lay eggs.

The eggs are re-sent to the hens who specialize in hatching eggs.

Then the whole village and the tenants lived better and better.

Zhongli listened to the village chief's explanation to him, and continued to smile and nodded.

"Not bad, not bad."

But then, she thought of something else.

"If you hatch eggs, not all duck eggs can hatch, so where do the rest go?"

The village chief mentioned this, but he didn't think of anything, just tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled.

"There weren't many eggs that didn't hatch, and most of them were thrown into that septic tank."

Septic tank?

How distressing that should be!

Zhongli's whole face changed, and he hurriedly asked the village chief to find someone, and he must save those duck eggs.

"Why?"

The village chief looked confused.

Zhongli smiled at this time.

"This thing, maybe the village chief hasn't eaten it, but it's also better for people, and it has special effects, especially for men."

The village chief's eyes lit up.

"Is that really the case? Have the doctors seen it? ”

Zhongli smiled, found someone to find a few hairy eggs, and cooked them for the village chief himself.

Half an hour later, the village chief looked at the fried eggs, boiled eggs and roasted eggs in front of him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes and look at each other in horror.

"Can you eat this?"

He swallowed, after all, it tasted good.

Zhongli smiled, squeezed his eyes at the village chief, lowered his voice and smiled and spoke.

"Village chief, as I said earlier, these things are very useful for men when they are eaten. I can give a way, and anyone in the village who wants to make up for it can try it. The rest is collected for me, and we need to add some more food to the restaurant. ”

The village chief nodded vigorously, he tasted what was in front of him, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, it's delicious."

It didn't take long for a new dish to appear in Hui Bafang Restaurant, and it was the main one.

Some people like it, some people don't, but the man who eats these things suddenly finds that he is a lot better in some way, and after thinking about it, he tries it a few times, and finally proves the purpose of this dish.

In just a few days, the hairy eggs of Hui Bafang Restaurant have become the signature dish here.

Time passed back little by little, and the time that Zhongli appeared in the restaurant became shorter and shorter.

In the field, a group of people were cutting wheat, they were talking and laughing, they were wielding sickles, the joy of the harvest was that they forgot their tiredness, from morning to noon, Zhongli came with a kettle to bring them water, their joy also infected her, and she smiled from ear to ear before she reached the ground.

Here, it's all their land, their stuff.

Once upon a time, the family was still destitute.

Once upon a time, she was looking forward to finding her way home.

But now, she was scared in her heart, worried that if she left now, what would happen to the family?

After all, there is still the black hand hidden behind the scenes, and they may not be able to deal with it at all.

In this anxious and happy mood, Zhongli ushered in his first harvest in Zhuangzi.

This year, because of the abundant rain, the crops in the fields are growing strongly.

Zhongli couldn't help frowning as he looked at so much grain.

She had planned to crush the soybeans into the ground and use them as fertilizer to increase the fertility of the ground.

But in this day and age, how many people can't even eat, how can they ......

In particular, the village chief has protested against this idea on more than one occasion.

Therefore, she had to give up this idea, and it was a big deal to get more manure that had already been soaked in the future.

Seeing that it is about to reach the age of maturity of food, in this era of war and chaos, there is so much grain and a large amount of income, Zhong Xiaohua thought about it for a while, and thought of a way in her heart.

That is - stockpiling grain.

Before he began to harvest the crops, Zhongli began to ask the tenants to prepare materials and prepare to build a few more granaries on the village.

As before, he eats by himself, and gives everyone a subsidy of ten cents a day.

A big pot of bone broth, soaked cake shreds, everyone is eating hot, and it is also dry.

It's just that if you eat too much, there will be problems.

The village chief found Zhongli in pain.

"Banker, it can't go on like this! Before, the temperature was relatively low, and it was okay to eat these, but now, after only two days of eating, one by one has rotten mouths. ”

Yes?

Zhongli couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then hurriedly asked.

"What's the situation? What do they eat? ”

The village chief was stunned for a moment, don't the lords know about these?

"Bone broth to eat!"

Zhongli slapped his head hard and forgot about it!

It's just that she is very helpless in her heart, won't these people change it?

She confessed and began to buy things, make wooden trays, and prepare those buffets from her previous life.

Unexpectedly, everyone welcomed these, after all, the things used are all white rice, you don't need to eat it, just it smells so good.

With everyone's concerted help, everything was dried and packed into the granary.

And the most convenient thing is that the wheat doesn't need to be threshed at all, and it can be loaded directly into it, which saves a lot of things.

And those soybeans were also collected by Zhongli.

She squeezed those soybeans into soybean oil.

Barrels of soybean oil were sent to the restaurant, and the aroma of soybean oil wafted throughout the street.

And what is made of soybean oil, which is different from meat oil, makes everyone like it even more.

Originally, Zhongli wanted to feed the bean cakes left over from oil extraction to the pigs, but he didn't expect to be rejected without hesitation.

Or the village chief.

"Banker, this won't work! In the past, when you didn't come, the farmers couldn't eat these things at all, and now you feed these things to the pigs, which is a bit too wasteful, right? If you want to feed it, the people on the Zhuangzi can give you more pig grass. ”

Zhongli smiled bitterly, this is really poor!

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, the current technology is not good, and there are still almost forty or fifty percent of the soybean oil in the beans that have not been squeezed out, and it is not bad to share it with the farmers.

It's a bit too monotonous to eat.

Therefore, Zhongli tried countless times in every possible way, and only then did he find a way to make the bean cake left over from oil squeezing into tofu, and give it all to the tenants. All of a sudden, the entire farmer was overjoyed, and they were more satisfied and grateful to their own owner.

This was something Zhongli had never thought of.

But everyone was immersed in the joy of the harvest, but something big happened in the city.