Chapter 90 The Emperor is a creature (please read)

Author: The 300-pound cook

Chapter 90 The Emperor is a creature (please read)

Not only are war horses very fond of eating the dried war horse feed, but it can also be prepared in advance, is easy to carry, and has reasonable nutrition and other advantages.

After more than ten days of repeated testing, the formula was finally finalized.

Huo Qubing and Cui Jiujiu rode their horses and whipped their whips, and rushed back to Chang'an City with the first batch of feed samples to report the good news to Liu Che.

This time, even Cui Jiu began to worry about Yang Chuan's safety and left fifty Yulin troops on Zhuangzi. He said it was to protect Yang Chuan's safety, but in fact it also meant to prevent the formula from leaking.

Yang Chuan knew this very well.

After working day and night for more than ten days, his small body could hardly bear it anymore. A haggard look appeared on his handsome face, and the dark circles under his eyes were also obvious.

He took a good bath in hot water, put on a set of loose and comfortable silk pajamas, and slept soundly for a day and night before walking down to the attic.

"Xiao Langjun, what would you like to eat?"

Tang Yi's father stayed under the attic all night, with a layer of dew on his hair and eyebrows, which made Yang Chuan feel a little sorry. It was Cao Xiang who taught Tang Yi's father the title "Little Prince".

Chuan was quite unhappy.

"Buttery water, stir-fried beef tripe, spicy lamb's trotters, roasted a few deer legs, simmered a can of pheasant mushroom soup, and just mix in some wild vegetables, radishes and the like."

Yang Chuan casually 'ordered', stretched out, flexed his muscles, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, has Cao Xiang's chick hatched? Is there any trouble?"

Tang Yi's father suppressed his laughter and said: "Pingyang Hou squatted on the eggs for seven or eight days. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he changed to a method of hatching chicks. It seemed to be quite effective."

Yang Chuan was very curious and couldn't help but ask: "What method was used?"

Tang Yi's father pointed to his chest and said, "He and the twelve little cooks held the eggs in their arms."

Yang Chuan stayed for a while and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect this guy to be quite smart."

Hatching chicks with your heart is naturally much better than squatting on a pile of eggs. At least, there is no problem with the temperature, and you can also take care of basic self-care...

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Soon, the twenty-one day deadline came.

There is no doubt that Cao Xiang lost this bet: Yang Chuan casually placed hundreds of eggs, duck eggs and goose eggs on the fire bed, and more than 300 furry little guys hatched one after another.

The success rate is roughly around 70-80%, which has exceeded Yang Chuan's expectations.

Cao Xiang was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but curse a few words and wanted to take out the eggs in his arms and throw them away. However, Yang Chuan told him that his hatching method was actually correct. However, squatting on it was delayed.

After a few days, Yang Chuan took the lead.

Cao Xiang was originally depressed, but after hearing Yang Chuan's words, he became happy again: "You mean, I can also hatch chicks?"

Yang Chuan took out an egg from this guy's arms, looked at the sun for a while, and said with certainty that in three to five days, the eggs in the arms of Cao Xiang and the twelve little cooks will hatch into chicks.

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This time, Cao Xiang finally became happy.

He immediately fulfilled the bet, asked a servant to rush back to Chang'an City, and spent a large sum of money to buy a large area of ​​wasteland and mountains next to the Yangchuan fiefdom, totaling about 1,500 acres.

Cao Xiang gave Yang Chuan a thousand acres, and the remaining five hundred acres was given to him by Cao Xiang. He had people open up the land, take care of it, and began to plan to build several magnificent lofts on it, intending to imitate Yang Chuan's ideas.

It's like setting up a farm that combines planting and breeding.

After winning a thousand acres of forest and wasteland in a bet, Yang Chuan's mood was neither good nor bad, but seemed very dull.

The bet was just an excuse. He knew very well what Cao Xiang was thinking. The largest salt dealer in the Han Empire had always wanted to repay his "savior" by giving him land and recommending him an official position. Yang Chuan

They were all declined.

From Yang Chuan's point of view, repaying a favor is a very boring thing. Once Cao Xiang accepts a gift, the friendship between the two people will change sooner or later.

It would be better to accept Cao Xiang's kindness in the name of a bet, and both of them would look better...

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As soon as the land deed was obtained, Yang Chuan organized people to clean up the land, cut down the overgrown shrubs, burned the dense weeds with fire, built seven or eight canals, and started plowing the land deeply.

The plows of two thousand years ago were simply indescribable. They required two oxen to pull them, and they could only draw a "ditch" of less than three or four inches on the wasteland.

This is not cultivated land. At best, it is just "dividing the land" and "digging the land".

After spending a morning observing on the ridge of the field, looking at more than 20 cows and nearly a hundred servants, after two or three hours of toil, only three or four acres of wasteland were cleared, his thoughts began to come alive again.

Curved shaft plow? New step plow?

Either don't do it, or do it in one step. This is Yang Chuan's consistent idea, so he began to figure out the structure of the 'new step plow'...

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Just when Yang Chuan was thinking hard and having a headache for a 'new style plow', more than two hundred miles away, in a magnificent palace in Shanglin Garden, Emperor Liu Che was wearing a loose silk dress, with a hair tied to his head.

The red ribbon was tied casually and draped over the shoulders casually.

"Is this war horse feed?"

Liu Che was eating roasted whole lamb, his hands were covered with grease, and he was chewing a piece of fat and thin rib meat in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the pot of light green 'fried beans' in front of him: "Would you like to eat this, the war horse?"

Huo Qubing nodded quickly: "Ta Yunzhui likes to eat this kind of dried grass very much, and other war horses also like it very much."

Liu Che ignored Huo Qubing, who had stars in his eyes, and turned to look at Cui Jiu: "Can nutrition be balanced? Can it really reduce the disease of war horses? What are the consequences?"

Cui Jiu, the old thief, folded his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "The only problem is that there is a shortage of alfalfa, wheat bran, soybean flour, and eggshell materials, so it is not possible to prepare a large amount at the moment."

Liu Che nodded and ate the roasted whole lamb seriously, seeming to have forgotten what was happening in front of him.

It took a long time, until a roasted whole lamb lost five or six kilograms, and he asked casually: "Sang Hongyang said that after the wheat is harvested, if the moisture is good, you can plant another crop of millet. This is what Yang Chuan said."

What's the solution?"

Cui Jiu nodded: "Yes."

Liu Che waved to Huo Qubing, "Qubing, come here, help my uncle bring this roasted whole lamb to disaster. Oh, I am old after all. I can't eat anymore after eating five or six kilograms of mutton. I think back then, I

After eating a lamb in one meal, you can still drink seven or eight bowls of wine.

By the way, what about Sang Hongyang? Is he greedy for money and lustful?"

This sentence was asked by Cui Jiu, but Huo Qubing was tearing into the roasted mutton and cursing vaguely: "Uncle, Sang Hongyang is not a good person at first glance. Good things are made by others.

Why should he take all the credit?

Greedy, so greedy!”

Liu Che turned sideways, kicked Huo Qubing out with a kick, and pushed Huo Qubing out seven or eight steps. He smiled angrily and cursed: "I didn't ask you, you know nothing!"

Huo Qubing got up from the ground and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Sang Hongyang is a bad coward..."

Liu Che was too lazy to pay attention to Huo Qubing, but turned to look at Cui Jiu, and said with profound meaning: "Then give Sang Hongyang a promotion and make him a great agricultural magistrate; by the way, don't mention his specific achievements.

, just say that you are loyal to me and work hard without complaining."

Cui Jiu cupped his hands and said, "Okay."

"Also, after I withdrew the fifty-feathered Lin Erlang, there was a rumor that I intended to send Yang Chuan to Changmen Garden to cook for the eldest princess. As a result, the guy was unwilling, and I became furious...

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Liu Che pondered, tapping his two slender fingers lightly on the desk, and continued: "That boy Yang Chuan, is he unwilling to join the Yulin Army?"

Huo Qubing was about to speak, but Liu Che glared at him fiercely: "Clamp!"

Cui Jiu smiled bitterly and said: "That's true. That kid is not afraid of anything but death. Moreover, he is afraid of it with confidence and righteousness."

Liu Che was stunned for a moment and laughed loudly: "Okay, just be afraid of death."

"This man, the more he is afraid of something, the more you want him to do, hahaha."

"Cui Jiu, pass on my decree to summon the orphans of the Liang family in Longxi. Yang Chuan, the 13th-ranking minister, joins the Yulin Army. For the time being, he will become a Yulin Lang with a rank of three hundred shi."

I was making a banquet for someone today. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when I finished my work. I had been using a spoon all day and my fingers couldn't straighten it.

I coded one chapter first and see if I can code the next chapter if I stay up late. Don’t wait any longer.

It was half a story, but I couldn't write it because of my handicap and lack of time. The cook felt very sorry.
Chapter completed!