Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 479

The dinner in the refugee camp is actually not very rich.

Each of them got two yellow cones of food.

Wang Erniu had never seen this thing before.From the outside, it looks like a rounded triangle, as if it was glued with sand, and it looks full of grains.

Moreover, there is a round hole under this thing, which is still hollow.

The person in charge of distributing food told them that this thing is called Wotou.

In addition, each person has a small dish of pickles.

And a bowl of broth, although almost no meat can be seen in this broth, just a little bit of oil floating here and there, but it still looks very delicious.

The amount of pickles is not too much. After all, in this era, salt is still a relatively expensive item controlled by the imperial court.

Looking at the thing called Wotou, Wang Erniu was a little curious for a moment.

Curiously, I picked it up and looked at it. As soon as I got it in my hand, I smelled a unique fragrance of grain.

He was not in a hurry to eat by himself, but quickly took the food and went to give it to his mother.

The same officials who had shown them around the camp had returned.

"For the first two days, the refugee camp will provide you with food for free. The reason for this is to allow you to recover your strength as soon as possible."

"Then you can go to work and support yourself."

"Remember, no matter what problems you have, you can come to me at any time. But if you have any difficulties, the government will not ignore you."

"However, if someone dares to steal, rape, play tricks, be lazy, or even do some evil things, the government will definitely not tolerate it."

After saying a few words, the official said: "I know you have been hungry for a long time, so I won't say much, let's serve dinner."

Hearing his words, the fleeing people who had already begun to salivate immediately began to feast on it without saying a word.

For a while, only the sound of these people swallowing and chewing could be heard.

If you just look at their appearance when eating, you may have the illusion that these steamed buns are all rare delicacies in the world.

And for these common people, corn bread is indeed a supreme delicacy.

Especially after it is served with pickles, they find it even more delicious.

After all, with the price of salt in this era, the people in the city are fine, but the people in the countryside are reluctant to pickle some kind of pickles.

Because of this, for these common people, this kind of pickles is no different from the big fish and meat that later generations saw.

Wang Erniu ate up the cornbread in three or two bites, and then looked at others eagerly.

However, the situation of many people around is similar to him.

Although the cornbread was about the size of a palm, it wasn't enough for those of them who hadn't filled their stomachs for an untold amount of time.

Seeing the appearance of these people, the old man in charge of serving the food explained with a smile: "I know you are not full, but I dare not give you too much now."

"You have all been hungry for a long time. If you eat too much at once, your stomach will not be able to bear it."

"Now these are just to fill your stomachs. After you get used to it, you can eat as much as you want."

After a pause, the uncle added: "Although the steamed bread is enough, each person can only get so much pickles. This thing is pickled with salt, and it is very valuable."

Some people finished eating the cornbread, and there were still some pickles left, and they didn't dislike the saltiness of the stuff. They grabbed the shredded pickles and put them in their mouths, closing their eyes as if enjoying it.

For people like them, even grass roots and bark can be eaten, and the taste of pickles is much better than those they ate on the way to Datong Mansion.

Wang Erniu raised his hand again: "Grandpa, what kind of food is this stuff called Wotou made of? It's so delicious. How come I've never eaten it before?"

The old man laughed and said: "You are hungry now, and you think everything is delicious. You will know when you are full. The taste of this thing is not very good. But the biggest advantage of this thing is the amount. Great deal."

Although Zhu Han has also produced a lot of high-yield grains, but because Daming has just established a country, all kinds of things are complicated, and the energy spent on promoting grains is destined to be limited.

With the support of the government, high-yielding grain varieties have already been promoted throughout Daming.

But the particularity of food is that no matter where it is planted, it takes more than one or two years to see the effect.

Farmers in places like Fucheng are lucky to say that some people in remote mountain villages have not seen high-yielding grain seeds yet.

When the food was mentioned, the eyes of all the people present lit up.

They are all farmers, and they are most interested in how to grow food.

"Master, from what you said, the output of this thing is very high?"

"Of course." The old man's nose turned up to the sky. If he didn't know, he might think that the food was grown by him.

Wang Erniu and the others didn't know that just ten days ago, this old man knew nothing like them.

He was just concentrating on listening to the old man tell them about the origin of the corn bread.

"The grain used to make this wotou is called corn. I know you haven't heard of it, but this is a high-yield crop specially produced by His Royal Highness the King of Ming Dynasty."

"In fact, in the past two years, our Datong Prefecture has already started trial planting. If it wasn't for this drought..."

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head and sighed with a look of beating his chest: "If there is no sudden severe drought, we will start to promote this corn this year and next."

Wang Erniu asked anxiously: "Master, why don't you tell me how much food this thing can produce?"

The canteen uncle stretched out a finger, and said mysteriously: "I tell you, this corn can produce more than one thousand catties a year."

Whoa!
Several people who were still eating slowly were so excited when they heard the yield that they almost choked to death.

Fortunately, someone next to them handed over the broth to let them get over their breath.

"Master, are you kidding us?"

"One thousand catties per mu is too exaggerated, isn't it? Zhao Laoshi next door to us is the best at taking care of the crops, and their land is also good. In this way, they produced a maximum of more than 600 catties a year. That's it. This, the county magistrate made a special trip to see it, and said it was auspicious."

"If it's true that the yield per mu is [-] catties, wouldn't we have to worry about going hungry in the future?"

The uncle in the cafeteria rolled his eyes angrily: "Am I very idle, have nothing to do to tease you? Besides, the food thing is nonsense, am I not afraid of retribution?"

As he said that, the uncle of the canteen changed the subject, and said mysteriously: "And let me tell you, Mr. Zhou said that this corn not only has a high yield, but also is not particularly picky. Even if it is an inferior field, the harvest will not be good. Too bad."

The fleeing people all had complicated expressions, and they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The good news is that with this kind of high-yield food that doesn't require much land, they shouldn't go hungry in the future.

Sadly, why this high-yield grain could not come out earlier, and why such a huge drought happened to their Datong Mansion when it was about to come out.

Not to mention the heavy losses, it even delayed the promotion of corn.

When these people had finished eating, the uncle urged: "Go back quickly after eating, and make room for others. You can eat whatever you want when you come back in the evening. Wotou and broth are enough."

Although they were not completely full, but after eating real food, the energy and spirit of these fleeing people changed dramatically.

Someone laughed and joked after hearing the words: "Master, what kind of broth is this? Don't say it's meat, I just don't even see a little bit of meat."

The uncle in the cafeteria rolled his eyes angrily: "It's good to drink soup, which little bastard dares to pick and choose?"

Everyone also laughed in good faith at the same time.

When they left the cafeteria, Wang Erniu and the others also met another group of fleeing people who had been brought by Datong government officials to eat.

Seeing the blank expressions on their faces, Wang Ergou couldn't help thinking of himself not long ago.

Now, these sufferings are finally over.

When eating at night, as the cafeteria master said, each person only has a small amount of pickles, but the corn bread and broth are enough.

Wang Erniu never thought that he would eat it casually the next day.

He was blunt and ate a full six corn buns in one go before he stopped.

At this time, he finally understood what the canteen uncle said before.

When he was hungry at the beginning, he felt that the corn bread was really delicious.

But after I was full, I found that this thing really didn't seem very tasty.

Datong Mansion is in the north of Daming, and most of the people here grow corn and millet.

Corn is the millet of later generations, and if it is cleaned up, the taste will not be bad.

But today's farmers do not have the conditions of future generations.

Not because they are lazy, but because conditions do not allow it.

Whether it is corn or millet, if it is cleaned, it will naturally wash off some edible parts.

After washing a catty of rice, there will be eight or nine taels left.

For ordinary people, this is the biggest waste.

Therefore, they are generally poured directly into the pot to cook porridge.

There are countless kinds of small ingredients in the rice made in this way. Stones and the like are commonplace, as long as you pick them out.

As for bugs or something, it's all meat.

It is conceivable how the rice made from the porridge cooked in this way tastes.

But even compared to the rough corn porridge, Wang Erniu felt that it was much better than Wotou.

In this day and age, it is impossible to achieve fine grinding.The taste of rough corn is really similar to eating sand, dry and astringent.

After several mouthfuls of broth, Wang Erniu swallowed the last mouthful of steamed bread.

Although this food is not so delicious, but the stomach feels a little swollen, but it makes Wang Ergou feel extremely happy.

From childhood to adulthood, the days when he could eat so much were few and far between.

"Mother, we must also grow this corn in the future. The yield per mu is more than 1000 catties, so we don't have to worry about being hungry again in the future."

For people like Wang Erniu, the taste is secondary.

As long as it fills the stomach, it's not a big deal if it's unpalatable.

Besides, corn bread is actually not that bad.If it is freshly steamed and served with a little pickle, it is actually quite good.

It's just that if it's left cold, it's really hard to swallow.

After living in the refugee camp for two days, Wang Erniu was extremely satisfied with everything here.

I live in a newly built wooden house, which is clean and tidy.Except that it is not very soundproof and can often hear others talking and snoring, there are no other shortcomings at all.

Moreover, these shortcomings are not considered shortcomings to Wang Erniu.

A rough guy like him can snore no less than others when he falls asleep.

There are still meals in the refugee camp, and there are two unlimited meals every morning and evening, so that he can eat enough every time.

Wang Erniu even had a little hope that this kind of life could last forever.

The only thing he can't accept is that the rules here are too big.

You have to go to a designated place to go to the toilet, and there are special people called urban management to manage it.

In the morning, he also saw an unlucky guy who was caught by the city management and severely whipped ten times for urinating everywhere.

If it's just whipping, it's fine, the most important thing is after being whipped.

The urban management even fined that person by depriving him of food for a day.

On the way these people fled, the most thing they experienced was starvation, so this was what they were most afraid of.

The guy who was caught defecating everywhere didn't scream much when he was whipped.Hearing that the city management would not let him speak, he immediately screamed like a butchered pig.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he begged, those urban management were unmoved, they were simply hard-hearted.

This scene also reminded Wang Erniu of one thing.

In this place, no matter who you offend, you cannot offend the city management.These guys are simply inhumane.

The second inconvenience is that it is absolutely not allowed to drink unboiled water, it must be boiled before talking.

Although this requirement is quite strange.

However, in the refugee camp, at intervals, there is a place called a boiler room, where people are on duty all day every day.

Hot water is provided no matter what time of day you come.

Although there are many rules, but after getting used to it, Wang Erniu suddenly felt that it seemed to be pretty good.

When I was in the village before, I always accidentally stepped on some unclean things.

But in the refugee camp, he never encountered such a situation.

Moreover, because there is no such ubiquitous excrement, the air in the refugee camp is always good, and there is no faint smell.

Happy days are always short-lived. After two days, the refugee camp no longer provides free food to them.

There is no problem with wanting to eat, as long as you go to work to support yourself.

In this regard, almost no victims have an opinion.

In their view, using their own hands to earn food for themselves is simply a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)