Chapter 34: Scented reality show

The grassland where the banquet was held was just below the castle's high ground. Cui Qichao stood here and looked down, only to see a group of serfs running like wild races. This familiar picture made him miss C.
Like, really like, really like the c university students when a cafeteria opened.
The serfs rushed across the pasture, crossed the river and the church, and then spread apart, each rushing to their own cottage.
So the little cubs who were waiting hungry for dinner at home, heard a scary movement, and shaken the mountain aside, it was like the sheep were running wild, accompanied by the screaming.
"Hurry, hurry! Get the bowl!"
"Dana, bowl! No, jar! Hold your brother!"
Some people even stand at a distance from the cottage, shouting directly at the children staying at home, big with a small, small holding a bowl, come together to save time.
The shouts rose and fell, the birds on the tree fluttered in horror, and the manor led by Northumberland was too lively.
As for the people who set up the house far away, they were pitiful. They couldn't catch up with others. They could only look at each other's distance while running, and their eyes were red.
They probably haven't run so fast in their lives, wheezing and panting, but their bodies are full of strength, which makes the housekeeper in the distance feel even more angry: when they do hard labor, they can't pump at all. The lamb soup ate faster than the dog.
The serfs rushed back to the grass with their mouths, their children were still at a loss, and they couldn't understand the meaning of the parents' incoherent yelling.
The serfs did not have festivals. Perhaps for self-cultivation farmers and artisans, they would celebrate the one-year harvest. They did not. Before that, the closest to the festival, it may be that winter finally passed. No one died of starvation or cold death at home. Moment.
In memory, it was the same from birth to the present, and the same is true of up fathers and fathers.
From today onwards, the biggest annual festival for serfs led by Northumberland is the harvest festival after the autumn harvest. Even though the dinner provided by the master is richer every year, in the eyes of many people, the most memorable one is this year.
When the serfs rushed forward, they saw the master's servants guarding the pot with wooden sticks in their hands.
Who hasn't been beaten by a stick? They don't dare to rush forward anymore. The scene was no longer as quiet as before, and the children were brought in. They smelled the aroma of the broth but couldn't eat it, and they couldn't help crying.
Cui Qichao whispered something, and the housekeeper immediately said, "They all lined up for me in six teams." He rudely pulled three serfs as the leader, and the other serfs quickly discharged twelve teams in the back, each with two behind Bifurcation, each bifurcation insists that it is the tail of the team.
The steward kicked them a few feet, forcibly cut off one of the forks, and told them to go behind.
Although rude, it is very effective and the serfs dare not complain. The serfs who came behind were also obediently behind the queue.
Chefs and maids, holding small pots with handles in their hands, one to make soup, the other to put a few pieces of carrots and meat in it, the serfs came to them, and extended the container they brought to fill the soup. Head, everyone can get a bowl.
After all, Cui Qichao has opened a cafeteria, and he still knows the weight of the cauldron. It should be almost right here.
A serf's daughter, five-year-old Jenny, has not eaten meat since birth. The closest thing to the fishy is the eggs laid by the hens in the house. Anything that can touch the meat at home is also strong. Eat, she can have the experience of eating eggs, it is already very good.
Jenny's body is very small, but she has Zhang Qingxiu's face, her blue eyes are illuminated by the sunset, it seems that there are a few more colors, which makes the chef think of her daughter at first glance, so she gave Jenny more A leg bone.
Others dare to be angry, but can only envy others for having a beautiful daughter.
Most of the serfs who finished the broth, like the Jane family, sat around on the grass.
They took a sip of soup first. The weather was so hot. The thick broth was floating with oil stars. It was still hot and not hot, and it was incredibly delicious, leaving the dry belly completely in the heat of happiness.
There was some minced meat floating in this mouthful of broth, and a notice was made in advance. Next, I can't wait to chop the meat into my mouth. Most are mutton, as well as pork. They are stewed soft and hard to chew.
Jenny took the extra lamb leg bones given by the kitchen mother in both hands, and scooped down the ground meat with a little gluten. The first time she ate meat, she almost devoured the bones, and burned the bones, following the aftertaste.
This kind of delicious food that was unimaginable in the past is completely incomparable with beans and oatmeal. She felt that she needed the meat so much, and under the guidance of her mother, she sucked it into the bone hole. The bone marrow, which is full of soup, is almost liquid. The taste is different from that of meat. It is tender and smooth, and it also has a strong fragrance.
Every serf who hit a bone is the same. They bury their heads and scavenge the meat in the crevices, remove the bones, and dry the bone marrow. Finally, lick out the meat in the teeth, and smash the meat.
It's not too much to gobble it up. After all, no one has eaten such delicate cooking in the past, and even put mutton soup with vanilla. This is not something that noble masters can eat?
No one will leave the meat. If they get black bread, maybe they have the mood to hide and eat for a few days, but the taste of these broths is so good that no one can bear it. Even if I take it home, I'm afraid I can't sleep all night, I'm afraid I'll be snatched away.
The cooks took the maids around, and simmered the stewed cabbage in the jars into their bowls.
It was also at this time that the serfs remembered the vegetables in the bowl.
Carrots and kale are often eaten by serfs. At this time, carrots are purple-red and belong to vegetables that need to be eaten raw. After the meat was simmered, they put these carrots full of gravy in their mouths. The taste was very different from the taste they had tasted in the past. The carrots were also stewed until the soft and rotten carrots had no earthy smell and a little Not astringent, but with a hint of sweetness outside the gravy, you can easily bite open and taste the juice of radish.
This fullness, everyone can recognize, it is definitely from the master's vegetable garden. Only the old man's fertilized fruits and vegetables will grow big and tender and juicy.
After the cabbage is stewed, it is not as difficult to eat as raw.
Usually everyone thinks that fruits are cold, so they need to be cooked, otherwise they will get sick when they are eaten raw, instead of vegetables, they can be imported directly, from carrots to turnips and cabbages. Vegetables are cooked. It seems that there are no bad results, but everyone is never accustomed to doing so. Serfs usually repeat the lives of their ancestors. No one is bored to think about wasting firewood and roasting food that can be eaten raw. After eating.
The taste of the cooked vegetables has changed a lot. For the serfs, it is also a rare and delicious taste, and the meat is driven away by the feeling of loss after eating. The food they had previously had also allowed them to fill their stomachs. With Yuyu, they looked around and talked to their loved ones and neighbors.
"... this is the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life!"
They don't have a rich vocabulary, they can only repeat the words delicious.
"Father, can we stew carrots and kale like this in the future, too? It won't take any effort to simmer."
"Then you have to pick up the firewood yourself ... seeing you eat, the leaves are sticking to your face, twist them and eat them."
"I think it's still the best oil scum that our lord has given us. You haven't tasted it, the taste is simply ..."
"Master Lord, Lord Lord is so kind."
"My father, and my father's father, have never met such a kind master!"
If most of the serfs had not left the territory, they would be able to compare it with other territories. Is there a more generous lord than the whole country, the entire continent?
Those more knowledgeable freelancers would have said that the blacksmith had travelled as far as the north, and he was sure that he had never seen a more kind lord than Baron Lord along the way.
The serfs turned their heads to look for the baron, but found that he had left without knowing when.
The cook heard her asking where the master was, and rolled her eyes. "Nonsense, of course, I'm going back for dinner. You guys, however, have dinner before the master."
There are so many stewards and knights waiting for the master in the castle!
The serfs had an indescribable taste. At this time, night had gradually come. Under the starry sky, the peasants who were full of food reminisced on the taste just now and talked together, feeling that this was the best harvest festival.
This is also the day, so that after every harvest banquet, even under the conditions, people still choose to hold on the open grass.
...
The feast of the lord made the farmers talk for more than ten days. Once they were busy, unlike the past, they talked about their own food, steamed buns, and cubs. Now everyone mentions it, "the meat of that day."
They have more than a few days to take out the details of the day, each shred must be broken and said, this said that I got bone marrow that day, that said that I had eaten sheep's hoof, and others were rewarded with a piece of meat, Everyone talked and compared with each other, and it seemed that they could smell the taste of the day ... No, they could really smell it, and the clothes they were not washing were still stained with soup.
This state of excitement deeply affected everyone when the autumn sowing was approaching, so that when the master's order was passed down to let them pour those feces into the field, no one said for a while " Crazy. " Of course, it may also be because Zhuangtou and the police officer are holding sticks aside.
Starting in the first half of the year, the master asked everyone to collect feces to him to change beans, but no one has the brain to think about why, as long as there are beans. Now they hear this request and they don't understand it.
Given that the most incredible thing has happened when the master ordered them to eat meat, this is just "incompetent".
Insects and mice are born from dung. What is the reason that those things made from dung and garbage are put into the soil of growing crops? I don't understand!
As before, before the result came out, the master didn't have any explanation, and he didn't need to explain. He just said: just pour the land on me.
Oh, by the way, the master even demanded that he had just finished the cultivation of wheat and oats, and should continue to cultivate the land that should have fallen into fallow.
However, this point has been ignored because everyone sees the land loose and moist. But they are still afraid to ask them to follow the farming arbitrarily. They don't have enough seeds as the master can afford to plant and can still afford to wait for the master's planting results.
So, the consequences of burying feces in the soil, wait for the master to try it?
With doubts and even a little fear, the serfs applied fertilizer to the cultivated land according to what he said when working on the private land of the master.
Base fertilizer is also called bottom fertilizer. There is a saying in Huaxia that early japonica matures early, and bottom fertilizer must be full. The application method is to spread fertilizer first, and then turn the soil over. The amount of use is relatively large, but it also has a great benefit to the fertility of the cultivated land, which is suitable for Northumberland land.
This sprinkled, everyone began to think.
Speaking of, after harvesting the grain, they will also drive the cattle and sheep to the ground to eat the stubble. After the livestock eat, they will pull it, and the cow dung and sheep dung will fall on the ground. In the past, no one cleaned up. Waiting for someone to step on it, step into the soil, or rain and scatter.
It seems that there is no problem with the grain grown in those fields? The peasants searched for the memory, and finally came to a positive conclusion, no problem.
According to the normal process, after several years, they can sum up from various phenomena. Manure is not only harmful to crops, but also beneficial. It has also been researched to ferment urine to wash clothes ...
However, even at that time, feces were not a priority for serfs, and they did not even have the right to collect cow dung.
Now, though vaguely aware, their perennial brains and fear of the unknown keep them from following the lord's approach.
...
After fertilization and sowing, about seven or eight days later, the first true leaves of barley came out and officially entered the emergence stage.
This is much faster than before, and everyone couldn't tell what the role was.
If Cui Qichao is asked, he will tell everyone that this is because with the water conservancy facilities, there is sufficient irrigation, plus sufficient oxygen, and the temperature is suitable.
The emergence of seedlings is nothing, and the farmers are terrified. Next, the barley seedlings in the lord's field grow like a person on a stick, and the seedlings grow stronger and stronger than other people. A bit higher. It is exactly like the priests described in preaching, the young wheat growing from the sky.
Don't wait until next year's harvest, now everyone can be convinced that the composting really has the effect of increasing soil capacity.
The serfs even started arguing with each other, who discovered this earlier.
"In the past, ryegrass was growing near my cow dung in my house. It was extraordinarily lush. What I should have known long ago was the effect of cow dung."
"In my place, there are places where the sheep dung has been stained, and the wheat is even higher! I felt strange at that time!"
The two serfs were compared with each other.
At this time someone said:
"Huh, I found it out long ago, the master was right."
The scene fell into a long silence, and the serfs who spoke these words gave complex eyes. In the minds of the serfs, the person who can say this is too smart ...
Mike, a self-cultivator in Northumberland, has a different idea. He is not disapproving of the role of fertilizer, but he is a bit grieved.
The place where his house is located is not far from the compost. In the past few months, everyone has been envious of Mike, because after picking up feces and producing feces, he can directly send them to the compost site, saving a lot of energy.
Mike was afraid of everyone's jealousy, said nothing, and was so proud of himself. But after the effect of compost was demonstrated, Mike began to feel that, although close, but also because their family smells bad every day.
In the past, livestock pulled feces at home, and the room was often smelly, but everyone was like this, and it was like the smell of a lot of compost.
This is his advantage!
In this case, Mike thought, it would be reasonable for me to put a little fertilizer in my field.
Mike turned around for a few nights, always asking himself, and finally he was sure, yes, he just got a little compensation.
So on a month when the black wind was high, Mike took a wooden barrel and went out of the house by moonlight.
I do n’t know in advance. Now that I understand the role of compost, Northumberland has already created an extra job, called a dung guard, who will take turns serving as a serf, and spend the night in the hut next to the compost.
Mike couldn't be more familiar with the ground around his house. He could walk with his eyes closed. Tonight the shitkeeper was snoring in the hut. Mike quietly walked to the edge of the fat pit and hit a bucket of manure. Then, return silently in the same way.
One night, Mike made two trips between the fertilizer pit and the plot, burying several layers of soil in the plot.
Although it was tiring and exhausting to work in the dark, Mike was happy, and he almost thought of his wheat growing fast. He even thought about it. If anyone questioned, he said it was because he had buried more green fertilizer and went to church to pray.
When he went back, Mike's wife was awakened. "Why are you so smelly?"
Mike closed his eyes and said, "Go shit."
"What can smell like this ..." The wife said without a voice, and suddenly thought that Mike had been complaining at home that the fat pile next to it was too smelly, she seemed to understand something, and said nothing.
In this way, Mike has been dark for a few days to steal fat, and he has poured half an acre of land. At first it was only, and later the eldest son also followed. This will lead to a lack of energy every day, but Mike thinks very well, as long as he survives these days.
However, the reduction in fertilizer was finally discovered.
Zhuangtou held the dung guard and thrashed hard. "Come on, why is there less manure? Did you steal it?"
The dung guard was lying on the ground crying, "I really didn't, I swear! You can look over my ground!"
Zhuangtou will certainly do this. He dug up the dung guard's part, and there is really no trace of manure. If not a dung guard, who is it?
The dung guard was afraid to bear the loss and tried to remember, "I seem to have heard some grass movements. At first I thought it was the wind blowing. Do you think it might be a rat stealing faeces?"
Zhuangtou pumped again with a stick, "It seems like, I see you are sleeping secretly! Also the rats steal feces, do the mice have a share of farming?"
Zhuangtou looked around the lively peasants for a week, and always felt that everyone looked like the man who stole the dung, with anger in his heart, and didn't know how to find the thief.
This incident caused a great uproar among the peasants. Everyone guessed who was the courageous man who stole the feces. He thought he was sorry for the kind lord master.
However, I have to say that outside of hatred, they have a little jealousy in their hearts. What's wrong, that person is poured with fat-so, even more, he should be beaten out!
The news that the manure was stolen reached the ears of the farmer, the ears of the housekeeper, and finally to the lord master.
"Huh?" Cui Qichao raised his eyes and said, "Stealing manure?"
But he was going to satiate everyone's appetite, and then released the compost to topdress, ah, too impatient.
The steward said loudly: "Master, this is a bad embryo, can't be better. You see, you asked them to eat meat, but someone stole your manure! Those, but you got them for beans!"
The stewards took it for granted, "Yeah, animals, it's better to feed their broth than to feed the dogs."
"Your good intentions have been trampled on, and it's not long before that meal!"
"Don't say that." Cui Qichao calmly said, "Look, aren't there thousands of people who haven't come to steal?"
housekeeper:"……"
The housekeeper froze and said, depressed, "Master, you will indulge in this way, sooner or later, more people will take advantage of you."
Cui Qichao knows that the general quality is not high now, but nothing is perfect, and he has been mentally prepared, otherwise he would not promise to set up a dung guard, and it is unlikely that there will be no roads left or closed at night.
However, he will not be disappointed by everyone because this only proves that there is still much to learn, not just farming.
The housekeeper looked at Cui Qichao indifferently, and said, "Master, is this the case?"
"I didn't say that." Cui Qichao shook his cat's leash. "Those who steal precious manure must be punished properly."
Reality plane, ljj live platform.
With the launch of Cui Qichao's medieval show, the audience of men's frequency will be over for a few episodes.
This does not study the general situation of the world, is not busy training the knights, studying farming tools, livestock, and eating meals every day, and a bunch of inexplicable barrage is calling, very strange tone bragging.
Just check it a little and you'll know the truth.
The boys are angry:
"You are not humans!"
"I vomited blood. It turned out to be such an emperor's blood--!"
"I was fooled. I thought it was a king. It turned out to be a farming madness. Chinese people are poisonous, right?"
"The ljj company is not a human, title scam!"
"The female audience is terrible ..."
However, all of them entered the thief's den, and I really wonder what to do next year's harvest?
And, like the original female audience, they are a bit dissatisfied.
I do n’t believe you live for so long. Really do n’t do it, just farming?
The female frequency audience of that year also thought so naively.
When the latest episode was broadcast, the real-time barrage exploded.
[Daily insults the old audience and lied to me. 】
[Abusive together, an episode of fat and a pound, my wife is already abusing me. 】
[Can Cui Qichao give some strength? ? Until now, I do n’t know the situation in the surrounding territories. What is the situation in the whole continent? I ’m so anxious that this map ca n’t be opened? 】
[Theoretically, it should be fierce in other places ... this is the Middle Ages. 】
[Drunk, why can I see this when the serfs eat meat and bones without salt? 】
[Me too ... I went to open potato chips]
[Well, the scene is so familiar, a cafeteria in the Middle Ages? 】
[……]
【vomit! My potato chips! Why is there so much dung without warning! 】
[Ah, ah, ah, who is stealing our Cui Cui's fertilizer! It's too human! 】
[Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, this is the fertilizer that Choi managed to choke with, and Choi still invites you to eat, why the ljj did n’t cut out who stole it, I want to scold someone
[Distressed Cui Qichao, stealing Cui Qichao ’s fertilizer is too much than stealing his money]
[My mother, why do you give the compost lens, I think I can smell it across the screen. 】
[This is a reality show with flavor, I mean, all kinds of flavors ...]
[Fuck, who the stole? !! 】
[It must be the dung keeper, I've watched him for a long time! 】
[Oh, I think it's Zhuangtou, and the thief is still calling here to catch the thief, not who can see that a lot of manure is missing? She didn't steal it herself. 】
[Cui Qichao grabbed people and hung them for a fight, no, take out the torture! Who dares to steal feces! 】
[Still able to tolerate stealing feces? It was a man who caught the thief and hit the dog's head]
[I was fascinated with this show, I just wanted to enter the face, brush a "real fragrance", now .........]
[Trash ljj, I'm going to send you a bowel movement. Hurry up and delete the two words in your subtitle for Lao Tzu! Off! !! 】
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