The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 24 Super Rice
Mrs. Qiao didn't believe it in her heart, but now that she didn't see the "one hundred thousand stones, one million stones" that Fang Yu said, she couldn't be considered disappointed.

It's just that she doesn't want to understand why Mr. Fang, who seems quite normal, wants to play such a ridiculous joke with her.

Fang Yu smiled and said: "Not to mention millions of stones, there are tens of millions of stones, but Mrs. Qiao can't see it."

Isn't it? The bag of rice bought by Teacher Pan is placed in the living room, less than three meters away from Laishui County.

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes," Mrs. Qiao cursed in her heart.

Fang Yu said: "There is no suitable rice warehouse here, so we cannot store a large amount of rice at the moment, but Mrs. Qiao can come with me to see the samples."

After saying that, regardless of whether Mrs. Qiao and her party wanted it or not, she walked towards the canteen.

Compared with the variety of rice in later generations, there were only a few varieties in the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, we are in a time of famine and chaos, and people only ask whether they are rich or poor when buying rice, so looking at samples... is really unnecessary.

Of course, they didn't know that the sample Fang Yu showed them was "slightly different" from the others.

"Old Cui, what delicious food can you make for everyone today?"

Fang Yu arrived at the canteen and saw Lao Cui wearing an apron and working hard. There was a white and tender thing on the chopping board, as big as a millstone.

Fang Yu recognized it for a while before he recognized it as a bamboo shoot.

Sure enough, Lao Cui replied: "Today I will make braised pork belly with fresh bamboo shoots and braised eggplant with minced meat."

Mrs. Qiao, who was walking behind, looked surprised when she heard this, and the two old guys even opened their mouths.

They knew that this group of refugees now had no worries about food and clothing, but they never imagined that their food could be so luxurious.

Also...are these bamboo shoots?

Before the two old guys had time to think about it, they were attracted by the white and tender thing on the chopping board.

If it weren't for what Lao Cui said just now, they would never have thought about bamboo shoots.

Now they see the color of this thing, the hollow in the middle, and the fresh fragrance it emits...the more they look at it, the more it looks like bamboo shoots.

They also saw that this was just a small slice. How big and tall should the whole bamboo shoot be?
The more they thought about it, the more bizarre it became. They looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

Mrs. Qiao's mood was stable...after all, she didn't go into the kitchen and couldn't recognize what it was.

But she definitely knew the next thing.

Fang Yu turned out of the kitchen and saw Lao Cui's wife. The fat lady came out of the storage room with a sledgehammer in her hand. He quickly asked: "Madam Cui, have you smashed all that rice? Not yet?" complete?"

Well, Lao Cui and his wife are a perfect match. Lao Cui has skills and the fat lady has strength.

All the ingredients sent by Teacher Pan were surprisingly large and very difficult to carry. The short stature of Lao Cui was helpless, so the fat lady did all the heavy work.

The fat lady said angrily: "There are still two pills left."

Mrs. Qiao felt confused after hearing this: Just wash the rice and put it in the pot, why do you need to knock it?
The two old guys behind her seemed to have thought of something, but...how could this be possible?
The storage room behind the kitchen is open-air. Before the refugees could not be self-sufficient, Teacher Pan would put whatever he ate into this storage room.

Considering the space and food preservation issues, there are not many things left in it now. They are: two grains of Northeastern rice, a small piece of bacon, a third of a chicken foot, and half a clove of garlic.

In addition, there is a vegetable leaf cushioned at the bottom of these things, covering most of the storage room like a big green carpet.

Fang Yu took a closer look. The green leaves of this vegetable should be a piece of Chinese cabbage.

It's great for hot pot.

The three people from the Qiao family behind them had already come in, and then they invariably put on a dull expression.

Fang Yu had long been used to it and was waiting quietly for their brains to restart.

Speaking of which, their performance was much better than that of Lao Cui. Lao Cui knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, then kowtowed to the sky three times and nine times.

Well, I heard that he also set up a shrine for Pan Shenxian in his home, and would drag the fat lady to worship it every morning and evening. "What kind of leaf is this?" An old guy who was the fastest to turn on the computer asked in despair.

"Baby cabbage leaves." Fang Yu replied.

"Is this...a chicken paw?" He asked, staring at the three-meter-high chicken paw leaning against the wall, and his voice changed its tone in surprise.

The reason why he could recognize it was because he usually liked to nibble on a few chicken feet when he had a drink.

The chicken feet are bright yellow in color, each section is plump, and there are goose bumps on them. They are all things he is very familiar with.

However, the size is unbelievably large.

He couldn't help but wonder, how huge would this chicken be when it was complete?

Its head is like a mountain, and its cry reaches into the sky... As long as it touches a few feet, the entire Laishui County will be turned into ruins.

No one or anywhere in the world can carry such a huge thing, but now it is made into food!

Who can be the person who can make it into food?
There is no doubt that there is only God!

"The old man has good eyesight and can tell at a glance that these are chicken feet." Fang Yu said with sincere appreciation.

But after he spoke, there was no reply. Fang Yu turned around and looked... Well, this old man had overthought himself, and now his computer has shut down again.

Fang Yu saw that Mrs. Qiao was coming over quickly, so he took the initiative to knock down a grain of rice, then pushed it and rolled it over...

Of course, it has to be rolled. This grain of rice weighs more than 200 kilograms at least.

"Look, Mrs. Qiao, this is the rice I want to sell you. You can have any quantity, but you first need to buy a piece of land outside the city for a warehouse. I can't put too much here," Fang Yu said.

"Remember not to cover the warehouse." Fang Yu added.

In addition, although there are many wastelands outside Laishui County, most of them are owned.

Fang Yu and the others were building infrastructure here, and they had actually been waiting for the landlords to come to ask for money, but now there is no sign of them... It's very strange.

"No need to cover it? Where does this rice come from?" Mrs. Qiao asked.

"From heaven."

"May I ask where Mr. Fang is from?"

Fang Yu sighed and did not answer.

Mrs. Qiao stared at Fang Yu for a while and did not ask any more questions.

Now she looked at the huge, crystal clear rice in front of her and said to herself: "No wonder a sledgehammer is used."

Fang Yu also explained: "This rice is more delicious than the rice from Jiangnan, but the head is a bit big, so you need to break it into pieces before putting it in the pot, otherwise it will be difficult to cook."

Well, before Lao Cui came, a group of refugees wanted to save trouble, and Fang Yu also wanted to try the legendary "Beggars Rice."

So I picked some broad leaves and wrapped a grain of rice, then put a layer of wet mud on the outside, and then dug a hole...

In short, the aroma is fragrant when you uncover it, but only one-third of the outside is cooked.

Mrs. Qiao calculated the weight of the rice and shook her head in surprise: "I don't know how many days a family can eat such a big grain of rice."

The old man next to him whispered: "This rice...can mortals eat it?"

"Ding~ding~ding", at this time the iron lump hanging at the door of the canteen was knocked.

Fang Yu took advantage of the situation and invited: "It's dinner time, why not have a meal here."

(End of this chapter)