A banquet was very relaxed and comfortable, because there were too many guests, and more than 30 roasted whole sheep were not enough to eat, so Yang Chuan asked the kitchen to cook a few side dishes and a soup.

In addition, a small bowl of noodles was specially added to each person as a staple dish.

Yang Chuan's noodles are strong and bright, even if they are stirred casually with chopsticks, it is also a visual enjoyment;

As for the soup, it is mainly a 'broth' made from old hens and pheasants, accompanied by eggs, tofu, shiitake mushrooms, spring leeks and a little shrimp, and topped with some wild onions and minced coriander......

Well, even Yang Chuan himself is a little greedy.

He held a bowl of Zangzi noodles, gently scooped them with chopsticks, and said with a smile: "I planted 200,000 acres of land this year, and my family is very poor, and the mutton can't be eaten to my heart's content, so you can eat a bowl of Zangzi noodles indiscriminately." ”

There was a wave of slander from the crowd.

Along both sides of the Weishui River, 200,000 acres of fertile land were planted? Can't eat lamb to your heart's content? Eating a bowl of noodles? Listen, is this still human talk?

However, at the moment of food, no one cares about these details, almost everyone picks up the bowl of noodles and snorts beautifully.

Then, close your eyes and feel it.

Fresh. Fragrant. Beauty.

Stir the chopsticks twice, scoop up a few strong, bright, and white noodles, suck it and take a bite, and there is a burst of admiration: "Good time, so good time!" ”

Even Princess Pingyang looked satisfied, and turned her head to look at Liu Man: "Full Yue'er, you girl suffered when she was a child, no, you will be blessed." ”

Liu Man sighed, glaring at Yang Chuan fiercely: "Hmph, is this concubine the kind of woman who eats soft rice?" I'm just, I'm going to study hard and make progress every day! ”

Princess Pingyang held her forehead with one hand, couldn't help laughing, and asked with a smile: "When did our family's full moon child like reading so much?" ”

Liu Man sighed, picked up a bowl of noodles and ate it, but he didn't say anything again.

Princess Pingyang no longer made fun of it, but turned her head to look at Yang Chuan, and asked casually: "I know the roast duck, it's good to feed it fat, but what about this roast whole sheep, it's too fatty, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate, right?" ”

Yang Chuan said with a gentle smile: "There is a common slang saying that this sheep is afraid of getting fat and pigs are afraid of being strong." ”

Princess Pingyang understood, nodded and said, "This palace knows ......"

……

Early the next morning, Princess Pingyang returned to Chang'an City, saying that she was going to prepare for Wei Qing's marquis.

As for how to fatten the Sanghong sheep and make it quickly become a 'big fat sheep', Yang Chuan has his own plans, and has repeatedly told Princess Pingyang not to be in a hurry......

Sang Hongyang and his party, Chang'an and the evil youth, but none of them are willing to go back, on the one hand, the food of Yang Chuan's family is too delicious, which makes people forget to return;

On the other hand, they were all waiting to observe Yang Chuan's 'stone sulfur mixture'.

In the final analysis, the Han Empire was still based on agriculture after all, whether it was the emperor, the imperial court, the families of the powerful, the princes and kings of various places, or the wealthy families, which family did not rely on agriculture to make a living?

Even, even the salt dealer Cao Xiang's house, isn't there thousands of acres of fertile land and servants like clouds?

Moreover, because there is no special means, the annual pests and diseases reduce the grain output of the Han Empire by one or two percent, which is still a good year.

In the event of locust plagues, droughts and floods, many large households will even lose their crops that year, and if it were not supported by grain storage, I am afraid that even large dog households would have to starve to death.

Therefore, when everyone heard that Yang Chuan's 'insecticidal miracle drug' can not only kill pests in the crops, but also 'cure' the crops, there is no one who is not impressed.

After all, it's about food rations......

"Shao Shangzao, the stone sulfur mixture you boiled can really kill insects and cure diseases?"

Early in the morning, Yang Chuan drank a bowl of millet gruel, ate an egg, and began to get busy with a group of half-sized children.

Yang Chuan's subordinates were busy and replied casually: "It's a pity that I missed the best season, if you can clear the garden once before winter, you can kill most of the insect eggs." ”

Sang Hongyang also squatted down and observed a 'gadget' fiddled under Yang Chuan's hand.

A few bamboo pipes, a few pieces of pipes sewn from sheepskin, and a bunch of very simple-looking iron pipes, small pieces of iron, etc., I don't know what they are for.

Yang Chuan's hands were very dexterous, tying and connecting those bamboo pipes, sheepskin pipes, iron pipes, iron sheets and so on with thin wool ropes, and put them on his mouth and tried to blow them a few times.

"Uncle Cousin, bring our fountain out."

Yang Chuan stood up, a wry smile appeared on his handsome little face, and said: "I once observed a fountain, and I thought about whether I could find a way to get something out of my own so that I could bathe the cattle and sheep;

I don't know if this thing can be used? ”

Soon, the father of the cousin brought over a very crude 'fountain', which turned out to be a two-end sealed 'iron can', with two iron mouths in the front and back, and a connecting rod that could be shaken, and I don't know what it was for......

Everyone gathered around and watched Yang Chuan personally tie the few 'pipes' he had tied up before to those 'iron mouths'.

When Yang Chuan did these things, his expression was extremely focused, which made the group of people around him can't help but hold their breath.

"Okay, try it first," after a stick of incense, Yang Chuan straightened up and put a pipe in a large wooden barrel next to him.

"Let me come." Without waiting for others to make a move, Huo Quzhi strode over, "Yang Chuan, what are you doing with this thing?" ”

The crowd burst out laughing.

Huo Quzhi himself laughed, and reached out to scratch the back of his head: "Haven't you seen it before, you all laugh at it!" ”

After Yang Chuan carefully checked it, he pointed to the connecting rod that could be shaken, and said: "Just push back and forth, pay attention, I feel that the bottom of my hand is too heavy, we must slow down, otherwise, our pipe will crack." ”

Huo Quzhi smiled, grabbed the connecting rod and began to push it.

Yang Chuan picked up a tube and opened something similar to a 'machine bracket'.

Then, an amazing scene appeared.

Water.

Water mist.

No, it was a stream of water that spewed out of that thin pipe, flew seven or eight paces away, and turned into a white mist in the air.

'Brush, brush, brush! ’

Sang Hongyang and the others, who were standing opposite him, didn't pay attention, and they were sprayed with water mist all over their faces, and they became soup chickens.

However, no one opened their mouths to scold, let alone babble.

This thing that Yang Chuan pulled out was so amazing that he actually sprayed the water in the bucket through an iron pot and a few inconspicuous 'pipes' for seven or eight steps!

Almost all of them opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a while, and the look of shock in their eyes was very obvious......

"Hahaha, enjoyable, enjoyable!"

Huo Quzhi laughed, pushing the connecting rod back and forth non-stop, his face was full of pride, and he shouted loudly: "Hahaha, look at the methods of a certain family, spray to death!" ”

Then, there was a 'bang'.

The pipe in Yang Chuan's hand exploded.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Yang Chuan just turned his head and scolded Huo Quzhi with a smile: "You guy, you think this is an iron-striking cowhide bellow?" ”

Huo Quzhi smiled, and said very embarrassedly: "Didn't I push it a few times without holding back......

……

Half an hour later, the first 'sprayer' of the Han Empire was finally born.

However, Yang Chuan didn't dare to say what it was, and he insisted that it was a new gadget inspired by the 'fountain' and slowly pondered.

Limited to materials, processes, etc., this 'sprayer' is actually very crude and can only be used improvised.

However, this is enough.

The best craftsmen of the Han Empire were concentrated in the imperial court and the inner government, and as long as there was a general idea and something that was formed, the master craftsmen would soon be able to gradually improve and refine it.

The sprayer is there, and the tube is a problem again.

In Yang Chuan's hands, he could only find a way to use sheepskin, deer skin, cowhide, etc., plus silk and linen to make a 'pipe' that was less than three zhang.

If you want to spray a large area of crops with stone sulfur mixture, you also need a mobile 'rack cart', on which you can place sprayers and barrels, and then 'spray' without stopping.

Of course, these crude benzene gadgets don't need Yang Chuan to do it himself, and he has thirty and a half sizes and craftsmen from the Cao Xiang family to complete them.

Look, this is the advantage of having more people......

The craftsmen were busy in the fields, and Yang Chuan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He asked people to set up a pergola on the Weishui embankment, spread sheepskin, deerskin, wool felt, etc., put some tables, and once again feasted Sang Hong sheep, the eunuchs of the inner government and the evil young men of Chang'an City.

In late spring, the weather in Guanzhong has begun to get hotter, so you can't eat roasted whole sheep and fried lamb meat continuously.

A bowl of slurry water, three kinds of seasonal stir-fry, four kinds of cold vegetables, four dishes of Yang's pickles and mustards, it is very suitable for the occasion and makes everyone addicted.

After getting along for the past few days, those gentlemen and evil young men began to be very close to Yang Chuan, and they all began to call each other brothers and sisters.

They feel that Yang Chuan is a person who can handle it.

The only regret is that this guy is only greedy for money and not lustful, and many fun things can't be played together, which is a bit regrettable.

At the same time, even Sang Hongyang and other officials began to dissipate their anger and resentment towards Yang Chuan, and they came forward to greet each other to show friendship.

Yang Chuan was in a good mood.

That's right, people, there may be a few permanent friends, but as long as it is profitable, there are generally no permanent enemies.

"Sang Hongyang, the credit for the stone sulfur mixture belongs to me, and the credit for the fountain belongs to your big agricultural order, how about it?"

Taking advantage of the leisure after dinner, Yang Chuan walked up to the embankment, and while peeing under a certain big willow tree, he smiled and said to Sang Hongyang, who was also peeing: "This time, if you can be added to the official rank, you can't be ungrateful to me Yang Chuan;

Next time, I'll kill your whole family.

I heard that you Sang Hongyang has three sons and five daughters, and the dozen or so concubines are very smart, and if you poke a knife into your stomach, you will probably cry in pain. ”

Listening to Yang Chuan's words, Sang Hong Yang Meng was excited.

Then, Sang Hongyang, who had already finished peeing and was tying his belt, couldn't help but suddenly have the urge to urinate again, and before he could take it out, his crotch was sprayed wet......

"Shao Shangzao, last time, it was me Sang Hongyang who was wrong, I listened to Zheng's old thief at that time to sow discord," Sang Hongyang endured the dampness and heat in his crotch, and said in a low voice: "In the future, as long as it is a matter of your fiefdom, I will definitely find a way to take it through." ”

Yang Chuan nodded with satisfaction, tied his belt neatly, chuckled, and said, "Actually, with your talents, even being the prime minister is more than enough." ”

Sang Hongyang shook his head and sighed: "Sang Hongyang was born in a merchant family, and if he can achieve a rank of two thousand stones, I am afraid it will be the end." ”

Yang Chuan also shook his head and sighed, and said casually: "Yes, you Sang Hongyang was born in a merchant family, and I, Yang Chuan, have been slaves to the Qiang people and the Huns, and I can be regarded as a difficult brother."

In the future, the two of us will have to get closer and help each other to be able to walk steadily.

Sang Hongyang, what do you mean by saying that the two of us are fighting each other? Isn't it for Zheng Shishi, Gongsun Hong and the like? You're a businessman, why are you so confused?

Sang Hongyang, change the direction, and your road will be wider. ”

Sang Hongyang nodded, but did not say anything.

Yang Chuan stretched his waist, turned around and walked down the embankment, and said casually: "Let's go, go back and rest first, I have to find Zhang Tang to do a little thing when I go back;

The master father Yan was about to be killed by the Tingwei Mansion, and I had to find a way to visit him as soon as possible;

I heard that he has a big plan that is enough to govern the country and level the world, which is much more powerful than your Sang Hongyang's 'Salt and Iron Order', and I want to sacrifice it to the emperor in exchange for his life......"

(End of chapter)