Chapter 29: Pure natural insecticide

Cui Qichao rolled up the roasted lamb cut into palatable size with cabbage leaves and stuffed it into the mouth. Although some spices were added, the odor of the mutton has not been completely removed, and the salt is not so fine, but the whole is within a tolerable range.Although the leaves of cabbage have been forced by him to be swallowed with water, they still carry a little The bitter taste, mixed with roast lamb, is not so obvious.
There are some unsatisfactory ingredients, but it is already the best that can be done at this time. Cui Qichao strictly controls its seasoning ratio, barbecue temperature and maturity, and the lamb chops are especially tender and tender.
Perhaps the previous meal made Cui Qichao's requirements much lower, and he no longer picks small details, ate a full meal, and left some meat.
"Bake more and give it to the stewards and priests. In addition." Cui Qichao cut a piece and said to the cook, "You ate this piece, remember that the taste still has the weight."
The cook was like being smashed by a pie. She took the pieces of meat in trembling, containing only ham, and then in the doubtful eyes of Cui Qichao, she said weakly, "Master, I want to bring the rest to my son."
Her self-confidence in her culinary skills is not as strong anymore. This is simply the best barbecue she has ever eaten. She only contains Han, and she took them out with great perseverance.
"... whatever." Cui Qichao did not show much emotion.
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Besides, the priest William, like other stewards, was very surprised when he received the roast lamb from Lord Baron.
In the first moment, William's thought was even, no more, it was not long before he used the main meal, and showing gluttony would shame him. However, the scent from the roasted mutton was too tempting, William's eyes were straight, and he could not spit out the rejection.
The servant said respectfully: "Master said this is his favorite barbecue, please taste it. You don't have to go to the hall to eat. You can eat it yourself. He doesn't care."
Dining privately seemed disrespectful to the host, but since the Lord Baron didn't mind, it didn't matter. Besides, this piece of barbecue is actually only as big as a woman's slap, wrapped in cabbage leaves ...
"Thank you, Baron, for me." William took the wooden plate.
When William closed the door, the servant turned his tongue around his mouth again, as if he could still taste the fragrant flavor-forgive him, the taste of the roast was too tempting, he didn't Hold back and licked at the corners. Fortunately, he was asked to deliver the barbecue alone, otherwise so many people watched in the back kitchen and no one dared to do it. He assured that not only he had such an idea, they were all jealous of the lucky chef and her. child.
William picked up the meat directly, ignored the cabbage leaves, took a bite, and the roasted lamb with a little scorch was scorched, and the inside was tender, and the gravy came out, and there was a little oil The chubby fat, with the sweetness of honey, was not too greasy.
The light salty taste of salt, and the aroma of cardamom and pepper make this roast meat more attractive. It is true that this spice is not too much to make people speechless, but it is definitely generous enough, and for the first time, he felt that the spice is also "just right", not as ostentatious and admired by other nobles, so hot that your guests cannot speak.
William's lips were soaked with oil, and he could hardly care about his eating. No wonder, it is no wonder that Baron Master is not happy to come back to eat after a long stay in the East. He has never tasted such a delicious food in his dreams.
The meat of this barbecue is not the same as William's familiar, but he doesn't know why, it must be the mysterious recipe of the East. In fact, just ask the kitchen to know. This is because this piece of lamb is very fresh. It hasn't been hung for many days to make the meat tender, so there is no taste of the immature "cooked meat" technique.
A piece of roasted lamb was quickly eaten by William. Without much hesitation, he rolled up kale leaves, which were covered with fat and possibly some ground meat, into his mouth. He noticed that the cabbage leaves seemed to have been burned, which was not in line with the normal way of eating, but it seemed to be good for him, and occasionally it was not unhealthy to eat.
After filling his appetite, William carefully licked the oil on his lips, wiped his mouth, and reflected on his excessive gluttony.
Because of that piece of barbecue, when the farm officer went to see the Baron again, he was even more respectful for this rare and delicious dish. This is enough to make him miss a whole few years in a monotonous and poor life.
Cui Qichao found the crops he wanted in the pile of plants. After digging carefully, he found several crops that he could use. Rudbeckia from the garden, mules from the bushes, and clover by the road.
Seeing Cui Qichao pick out these things, the agricultural officer was even more puzzled. Rudbeckia was a seed sent when changing things from other territories and planted in the garden to watch. Gardenia, which is wild beans, only poor people would eat. The clover is even more inconspicuous.
Cui Qichao meditated in his heart. It takes a few months for the gardenia to be suitable for sowing. The clover is now planted exactly ...
These are actually fertilizers, green manure crops, there are Asteraceae and Legumes. They can improve the soil well, and the cost is low, those saline-alkali land is in need.
Mild saline-alkali soils can grow oats, cabbage and green manure crops. Moreover, the content of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium in green manure crops is very high, not only for saline-alkali land, but also for other cultivated land.
Nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium are the most demanding elements for plants, and they will not be returned once taken away, and will not be returned to the land through stubble. It did not contain enough nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, and then the crops that were planted would have reduced yields and short yellowing. This is the lack of land fertility.
There were no artificial fertilizers in the Middle Ages, and these nutrients contained in green manure crops include nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, and calcium, magnesium, etc. Especially legumes have the highest nitrogen content, almost the same as pig manure, which can greatly improve soil fertility and facilitate planting. It is still in use even after the advent of artificial fertilizers.
Not to mention, some green manure can also be used as pasture.
Except for heavy saline-alkali land, green manure crops are planted on the fallow land, and cultivated land that has been sown is also inter-planted and cultivated on the same land as mild saline-alkali land.
After listening to Cui Qichao's request, the agriculture officer has stayed and planted weeds on the ground. What a weird idea? Is it also a strange Oriental way?
Cui Qichao was unable to explain to the agricultural officer what the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium were, and the agricultural officer felt that he could not explain his difficulties to the master. Only half a moment, he boldly said, "Farmers are afraid ... I dare not ..."
In their concept, weeds can only compete with crops for land!
"Who said it should be given to them." Cui Qichao said unchangingly. "The number of grass seeds must be limited. After collecting it, it must be planted on my own land. They will say it."
For medieval farmers who had not yet learned how to fertilize, relying only on fallow farmland, fertilizer was hard to understand.
Cui Qichao is also planning to let the agricultural officer collect human and animal manure and wheat straw to make compost and also clean up the environment. Compost is more fertile than green manure, but it takes months to degrade.
It is believed that during this degradation time, his people should have more trust in him and allow him to kindly irrigate fertilizer into their fields. Don't think about it now. In their hearts, those are the breeding mice and bugs.
When the agricultural officer heard Cui Qichao's words, he raised some doubts in his heart. Is this really a good way?
It is true that the land belongs to the master. Those serfs' land has to pay a high rent, but the output of the private land of the master belongs to the master completely. Everyone knows the priority of good things.
However, even if it is not a good idea, it is because the master wants to go crazy, and the agricultural officer can only do nothing.
In his mind, he calculated that if the production was reduced this year, the food in the warehouse would be enough. Otherwise, anyway, those peasants don't plant grass. If they reduce their income, exploit them.
In addition, these are the severe saline-alkali lands.
These lands are left idle because of salinization. If they can be improved, there will be a lot of arable land!
Mild saline-alkali soil, planted with oats, cabbage, and some green manure can also improve. Severe saline-alkaline land, modern people can use the alkaline fertilizer and the like, what do you do now? There are actually purely manual methods.
For example, deep ploughing, turning over three feet, and burying saline and alkali will become good fields, but how many manpower can be used. The peasants in the manor are already busy from morning till night, and all of their land may not be fully cultivated, let alone so saline-alkali land.
However, a shorter time-consuming project may be completed, that is, improvement of water diversion, digging canals around saline-alkali land, diversion, rainwater storage, washing salt, and desalination, it will become fertile soil.
"Let them dig water storage trenches next to the white soil that cannot grow crops. Completing this work can equally reduce the amount of time they have to come to work in our field." Cui Qichao said.
In addition to working on their own land, the peasants also worked on the lord's private land and all the chores on the manor. They were overwhelmed by the heavy agricultural work, and Cui Qichao didn't come to squeeze the labor.
"You are so kind." The farm officer bowed. Although he did not understand another whimsical idea of ​​the master, and used his farmland time in exchange, anyway, the master knew the reason why he could not strangle a cow or a horse once--mainly for such inexplicable things.
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Serf Dylan ancestors lived in Northumberland for generations. His father, his father's father, all cultivated here. His son will inherit his land, and work at sunrise and sunset. .
But today Dylan is in an endless darkness. He brought his son to his place early in the morning, and found that there were many robbers in the field. He was so cold that he immediately took his sons down to catch worms.
These hazel worms, like all bugs, grow plain from trash and dirt. And usually not born during the day, only at night, they scourge and spawn in your field after birth. Suddenly one day, larvae are biting your crops in your field and will bite every leaf clean.
Maybe in spring, they will give birth to bite wheat and bite vegetables. After eating one piece of land, they will go to the next one, and no one will know when it will appear.
"Pinch, pinch them!" Dylan pinched the robbers, but they were so big that they only had three fathers and six sons. When could they be caught?
Insect pests, reduced production, unpayable rent ... The consequences wandered around Dylan's head, making his feet heavier and heavier.
At this time, the agricultural officer also called them all and announced a news. From tomorrow, when they go to the farmland to cultivate, they will plant some weeds and dig out the white soil of the farmer. Ditch comes. The time of digging canals can be counted as the time of farming for the master, which is equivalent to changing the work.
Dylan boldly went to the master of the agricultural officer and told him that he had bugs in his field. Could he not dig a ditch and stay in the field to catch the bugs.
The farm officer is in charge of farming. He can't control where the bug grows. Instead, he wants to pump Dylan and tell him that it must be his laziness and foulness that have caused the bug to grow. Spreading and delaying rent collection, then wait to be beaten.
Dylan didn't dare to leave, and asked, "Will I go tomorrow?"
The farm officer was furious at Dylan's understanding, and he pumped him again with a stick, "No need to go!"
"Thank you, Master, thank you." Dylan stumbled back.
The master of the agricultural officer gave him an extra day, and he must try to catch bugs as much as possible.
Then Dylan found that the people next to him began to look at him with hatred, and he bowed his head in shame. He knew that this was because the bugs might run to the next door after they gnawed at his land, and no one wanted to have worms in their fields.
Dylan urged the sons to move faster under his own hands, and his waist and neck were bent for a long time, as if making a painful sound.
At this time, Dylan found that the master of the farming officer came again. He rode across the field immediately, and almost couldn't find Dylan. Fortunately, Dylan was not in other villages farther away, otherwise he would have to ride a longer horse.
"You dead pig," the farm official scolded, and he got off the horse and took out a bag of yellow rhizomes.
Dylan didn't know what it was, and didn't notice it. He was talking loudly, and he was already doing his best, and he showed some dead bugs to the agricultural officer.
"Okay, shut up." The farmer threw the yellow rhizomes down and said, "Boil these for a while, then sprinkle the water in your field. This is what the baron ordered."
He said vaguely, without mentioning why. Fortunately, Dylan didn't dare ask.
When the farm officer returned, he was asked about the situation by the baron. He also told the master that a serf had bugs in his land and could not dig trenches.
Unexpectedly, after asking what worms had grown, the baron picked one from the pile of crops he had handed over, and asked him to dig some roots, and then spray the serfs with water on the crops.
The agricultural officer stayed there for a long time. He only heard of people eating herbs, and he could eat herbs without listening to crops. Moreover, whether this plant is herbal or not, he cannot tell.
The agricultural officer was more vain, so he had to find the roots of that plant. Unfortunately, at that time, he was of course collecting the crops, but he could not remember in detail where they were growing. Fortunately, he did not grow far. found it.
Next, it's boiling water. The farmer looked at the shadow and the sun on the ground, and when he was almost there, let Dylan bring down the clay pot.
Dylan was distressed about his firewood. He brought clay pots and firewood from his home, which he had worked hard to pick up. He stopped catching worms to add firewood here, but he didn't know what the use was.
After the water became cooler, Dylan sprinkled them all into the field. A can of water couldn't sprinkle too much. As Dylan walked back, he heard his son scream.
"Father, bug, bug is dead!"
what? !!
Dylan's slow movements quickly became fast, and his son felt that he had never seen his father run so fast. He rushed to the ground, leaning over and looking.
It is true that those robbers died, and some tenacious and unyielding were also fleeing his place in dying, seeing their lives soon die.
"Oh my ..." Dylan's voice trembled, looked at the green seedlings, suddenly remembered something, and looked aside, where the worms had not been sprinkled with boiling water, the worms were fine. .
Dylan suddenly understood that the tuber that the baron had sent the master of the farmer was treating these bugs! What magical medicine is this that can cure even worm disease?
"Thank you, Baron, and Master, the Farm Officer!" Dylan shouted, his throat was about to burst, everyone around him looked up straight from the ground, wondering what was going on. They were weird when Dylan boiled water. Yes, but because the master of the agricultural officer is still there, he is afraid to stop the work at hand.
In fact, the agricultural officer was also shocked.
It turned out that the old man was true, the crops can also eat herbal juice, and the insects are gone!
I hate that he was suspicious at first. This method has never been seen in the surrounding territories.
The farm official also made a successful appearance and said, "Our baron, but the nephew of the archbishop, came back from traveling in the east, and he gave them with great kindness. This is a medicine that the master has specially prepared. Boiling water can cure worms. In the future, whoever has worms in your house, come to the castle to buy medicine. "
He said, hurriedly put away the rest, thinking that fortunately he only took tubers, not necessarily recognizable, and only Dylan saw it, and he was fooled.
"Master Farm Officer, I haven't sprayed medicine on other lands." Dylan said pitifully.
"Only those that were kindly given to you by the master, did you buy the rest? Did you hear it? Use grain or farming day to buy it!" The farming officer emphasized, "I will take it back and make the potion more precisely. You You can buy it. "
After he finished speaking, he hurried away, all in his mind how to persuade the master, let this method be operated by him alone. In this way, their home will have one more craft, specifically to kill insects for the master's land. The farm officer had fantasised.
Now he completely forgot how he used to describe the Baron in his heart: whimsical.
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The farm officer returned to the castle on the high ground and boiled the tubers into water in person, so that no one could see them, and then panted for the master to report the situation.
Cui Qichao is not surprised by this result, blandly: "Those tubers and skins are poisonous, so they kill the worms, but people and livestock will get sick and have to be carefully preserved. This spring has more rain and more worms. Let farmers be careful. "
"This is the case, this is the case." The farmer's face was flushed, and he rubbed his hands. "Master, then we can't give such serfs to the serfs for nothing, and we can't tell them how to make them. This is a gift from the master. Craftsmanship. "
Cui Qichao glanced at the agricultural officer and knew what he was thinking. He would have more time to call this person later, so he must taste some sweetness. "Of course, you are my agricultural officer, you are responsible for killing the insects. . In the future, if there are serpents or free people in the field, if you have branchworms, you will need potions. When the rent is collected, you will pay two more bowls of wheat for each potion. "
If it goes well, when the rent is collected, the two bowls of wheat will not be a big burden for the serfs.
The agricultural officer's eyes glowed, that is to say, whoever came from the ground to ask for insects, including other supervisors. The farmer thanked him aloud, anxiously kissing the baron's feet.
So, under the orders of the farm officer, the attendant handed the potion to Dylan and agreed with him that he would pay two more bowls of wheat when the rent was collected.
Compared to the straw being burnt out and the grains not harvesting, this is a good condition. Serf Dylan agreed. After the attendant explained to other serfs that the bug was going to report, he forgot the heartache, and said aloud how effective the baron's herbs were.
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Here, Cui Qichao explained the potion to the agricultural officer carefully. In addition to the stickworm, the slimeworm, leaf curler, etc., can be killed. If there is no condition to boil water, or if you do not want to waste firewood, then soak the rhizomes for a whole day, the potion is also effective.
In fact, these yellow tubers belong to a species of vine of the family Euonymaceae. The appearance is unremarkable, that is, the vine flower can be seen everywhere. The locals did not specifically name it, but called it blue flower vine.
Cui Qichao is not sure of its scientific name in the Middle Ages, but there are several genera in Euonymaceae that are toxic and can be used as medicine. It is grown in East Asia's close relative, Tripterygium wilfordii, which is a natural insecticide of ancient farmers.
The agricultural officer listened even more ecstatically, looking at Cui Qichao's eyes very differently. It seems that this respectable baron master came true when he traveled in the east.
"Meow ..." Cui Qichao was talking, and then a cat screamed from his head, and even the agricultural officer looked sideways.
Cui Qi choked for a moment and asked, "Little white?"
A black cat got out of the bed, "Meow."
Agriculture Officer: "..."
noob? ? He didn't quite understand.
Cui Qichao walked over and saw that Xiaobai's two brothers were still sleeping. Only this serval woke up hungry. He fed Xiaobai some dried peas and water.
The farm officer looked at the baron with a strange look. Old men raise dogs, raise horses, and feed them to eat. That's normal, but this is a cat.
Cui Qichao immediately compared Xiao Bai with a gunshot gesture, and Xiao Bai let out the beans angrily, fell to the ground, and drew a bit.
Cui Qichao smiled coldly and said, "I'm studying the dose and toxicity of insecticidal vine."
The agricultural officer was so cold that he buried his head deeply.
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