Because of the smell, Qiao Junlin didn't think the coffin board would do such ineffective things. So he looked for it. Sure enough, between two layers of oil paper, he found a note, and it said:

"This is a green formula, also known as stinky fermented bean curd, which can be eaten immediately. It is wonderful to use with sesame oil."

"Can this thing really be eaten?" Hou Xiaoshu said that he did not have the courage to try it.

"You will know it after a try." Qiao Junlin called Azhi to come over, picked up a small piece of broken fermented bean curd from the can, and put it in his mouth with his breath.

"How?" Hou Kaishu frowned.

Qiao Junlin didn't say anything at first, and after carefully savoring it, he nodded and said, "Not bad. Do you try it too?"

"!" Hou proofreading the book and then took three steps back!

Don’t eat! Never eat! Never eat! Never eat if he beat him to death!

·

This Qingfang is something that Luo has just made recently. The difficulty lies in the production of bitter water. The process is not complicated, but it takes a long time.

Luo Yong also made a coincidence. There happened to be a bucket of pickled mustard greens in the space. He also collected it from a farmer in the mountains. The mustard greens he picked up at home were fully salted and had been marinated for more than half a year. After full fermentation, the pickled pickles had a different kind of salty and freshness, and it also had an indescribable smell. Luo Yong used the green brine made of this pickled water, and the effect was quite good.

Luo Yong especially likes to eat this pickle, so he specially collected this bucket. Take out such pickle, tear it into strips according to the veins on the vegetable stems, soak it in water to remove the excess saltiness, cut it into sections, add a few garlic and sprinkle some sugar to stir-fry it. It is so fragrant, and cold sauce is also very good.

In his space, there are not only pickled pickles, but also seeds. The big mustard greens that can grow nearly one meter tall have not had in this era.

These seeds were originally bought for some fellow villagers in remote mountainous areas. Sometimes when he went to those remote places to receive goods, some fellow villagers would ask him if he had any seeds to sell. If he said he didn't, the other party would seem a little disappointed. So later he prepared some in the space, and the horizontal and vertical things did not occupy much space.

There are many good things, but he dare not take them out easily, especially those crops that are likely to have a significant impact. Some people may think that if Luo Yong took out these things, increasing grain production and improving people's lives, Li Shimin would be very happy, and maybe he would even give him an official title or something.

The facts are hard to say. Luo Yong can't guess what Li Shimin thinks now.

But from the perspective of the ruler, it is definitely not a good thing that suddenly appears among the people who have a reputation higher than them and are more popular with the people.

As a young man who is not rich in wings, Luo Yong is very good at knowing his weight. For him, the greater the impact, the greater the risk.

No matter how great the contribution it makes in agriculture, if someone can't tolerate him, even if it's hard to do it on the surface, it's just that they can say that when the Jade Emperor in the sky saw that the Luo Coffin board was well farmed, he would call him to plant fairy grass in the sky, and I'm afraid many people would believe it.

In another ten or twenty years, maybe there will be a few more temples in this world, and the one worshipped there is Luo Sanlang.

Luo Yong, who has seen the dark side of society since he was a child, always has more vigilance in this world than others.

Perhaps when Zi can be tolerant today, after Luo Yong made many contributions to society, he might be able to give him an official title, and all the officials of the dynasty might be very friendly to him. Who knows this? Anyway, Luo Yong will not place his own safety on others' tolerance and kindness.

·

In front of me, the paper that recorded the number of piglets taken away by each household and had already drawn a seal was handed to Luo Yong: "Sanlang, look, if it is correct, you can draw a seal."

"Okay." Luo Yong was watching both the piglets and the record just now. At this time, he didn't have to watch it anymore, just put it on it.

"So, a year later, I will wait to share pork with you." After the plot, Luo bowed his hand and said to the villagers present.

The villagers present laughed and laughed, obviously very happy. Raising this pig can both obtain pork and fertilizer, mainly because it doesn’t cost anything. It’s easy for farmers to get pig grass, fine bran, wheat skin, etc. for raising pigs. It’s just that cooking pig food requires some effort, which doesn’t matter. After all, their village is not like Xipo Village. Every household also has to do tofu business in addition to farming.

"Why would you do another good deed and help us kill these pigs?" someone said with a smile again.

When these piglets were brought over, Luo Yong did not slay them in advance. He was driving them up and was not a business. These people would sing if they wanted to. If they didn't want to, they would not force them. There would be a comparison in the future, so it would be better for them to see them with their own eyes.

"I'll leave the pig to my apprentice Liu Huo. His current skills are better than mine. If it's on weekdays, it's a slap of pigs. Today is the first time he's crafted in your village, so I won't ask him to collect money."

Luo Yong helped Liu Huo advertise. Now, many people know that Luo Sanlang can play pigs, but they don’t know that Liu Huo. It must not be that easy for Liu Huo to open up the market in the future. If you seize the opportunity, you will naturally advertise him.

"In this way, it will be a blessing for Mr. Liu, so start from me." Li Zheng said first.

Although he was a good family, his family was not very rich. Because of his children and grandchildren, he was burdened with food and clothing, and his annual taxes, labor service, and his life was not easy.

So this time Luo Sanlang proposed the cooperation in raising pigs, and he also participated. Originally, with his family with such sufficient staff, he was not afraid of raising more pigs, but he was a little embarrassed. He knew that Luo Sanlang was not well-funded, so he sprinkled more than a dozen piglets into their village this time, and he was afraid that his foundation would be emptied.

Youli was standing up and became the first person to eat crabs. Seeing that Liu Huo's skills were indeed good, the villagers were relieved to hand over the piglets they all received to him for the play.

For a moment, the howling of pigs was endless, but the villagers only smiled and watched the excitement. They had heard about the pigs, and they were a little shocked when they first heard it. Now that they had passed the energy, they were all thinking in their hearts that the pigs that had been blown can gain more weight. By the time they killed the big fat pig next year, how much fat pork would their family get.

Liu Huo's skills have been really developed now. He can't see any blood in the slap pig, and he is indeed a bit better than Luo Yong. He is willing to think about it himself, unlike Luo Yong who just cuts it with a knife.

After finishing the pig, even if this matter is over today, Luo Yong and his disciples should go back. Before leaving, Luo Yong said to the people of Xiaohe Village: "If you have too much pig manure, you can carry it to Xipo Village. A load of pig manure can be exchanged for half a load of bean dregs."

"Oh, there are still more, not more." The villagers said that they also have old lots of fields waiting to grow fat.

In this way, the matter of cooperating in pig farming came to an end.

Two more days later, Luo Yong's disciples surrounded a disciple surnamed Heng to find him, saying that the disciple had made a very useful tool and handed over it to Luo Yong.

Luo Yong took the thing and looked at it. He saw that it was a round wooden barrel with a square box on it and a handle next to it. He held the handle and sang it twice. A bamboo egg beater installed in the barrel quickly rotated.

"This thing is very good." Luo Yong was very happy.

"It's good if your master likes it." The disciple surnamed Heng bowed.

This man's name is Hengyu. Luo Yong has an impression, mainly because he is the oldest among all his disciples, and he is over fifty years old. His eldest grandson is two years older than Luo Yong.

Hengyu can do carpenters, and his two sons can do carpenters, and his family lives well. The reason why he went to Taiyuan City with others to prepare kangs for people was to improve his life. It was not because he couldn't survive. Later, he came to Xipo Village with Xu Erlang and others and officially became a member of Luo Yong's disciples.

Because he had craftsmanship and had a livelihood at home, he did not often go to Xipo Village to carry tofu and fermented bean curd to sell, so in those days, Luo Yong didn't see him very often.

Unexpectedly, he could still have such a heart. When he learned that the Luo family had to spend a lot of effort to beat eggs when making cakes, he made him such an egg-beating bucket.

This thing is really well done. At the edge of the barrel, Luo Yong guessed that there should be something big and small in it, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve the speed change effect. He just shook it twice, and the egg beater in the barrel was about to fly.

Under today's limited production conditions, gears can only be made by hand, which is a fine job. Moreover, if the wood used is not good, it will easily be worn out. Therefore, this egg beating bucket must have a lot of costs in both production and materials.

"You are a person with skills. After learning the craftsmanship of the kang, it is just a icing on the cake. Why do you have to spend so much effort to make this thing for me?" Luo Yong sighed.

"Master is such a bad word. If Master had not done this, how could my son in Lishi County earn so much money and grain from Taiyuan City? In early spring, Zhao Dalang sold donkeys in the county, so many people could buy good donkeys at affordable prices. The second time he came over and took away the excess grain from the villagers' homes at a good price."

"I see that since this spring, noble people have often come to Lishi County. It is precisely because of Master, that our stagnant water in Lishi County has the vitality."

Heng Yu's words were earnest, but Luo Yong was praised so hard that his old face turned red.

No matter what, he was very happy to get this useful egg beater, so he immediately whipped a bucket of egg liquid and steamed a pot of cake to share it with a group of disciples. Although there was no date paste, the taste was also good. This time, the cake was easy to make, and his body was relaxed, and his mood was naturally very good.

The next morning, Luo Yong went to the yard there to find Heng Yu. Seeing that he had not returned to the county town, he handed him a drawing he drew last night.

"You have to think about this drawing for a long time. If you really want to make it, this thing will be named Heng Bus. How about it?"

"Disciple is ashamed!" Heng Yu was fascinated by the drawing at this time. When he heard Luo use this, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly bowed and refused.

"What don't dare to think of it? Since it is something you made, you can naturally name it after you. Think of Xie Gong's clogs, but a small wooden clog can also be loved by many people. If you can make this car, it should be worthy of being passed down through the ages." Luo Yong knew that people at this time valued fame very much, especially the thing that was passed down through the ages. He dreamed that some families even spared their lives for a technology, a reputation and a reputation.

Is it pedantic? Not necessarily.

Perhaps it should be said that people at this time can see more clearly, life is like the autumn, the talents of the past and present, how many of them can leave their own marks in this world and be remembered by the world.

"This picture was painted by the master, and I should use the name of the master." Heng Yu was so excited that his old face turned red, but he still refused and his waist bent lower.

"I don't want to become a car and be ridden by others." Luo Yong patted his shoulder and said, "If you don't want to, then give it another name."

"..." Being ridden by someone? Heng Yu didn't know what to react for a moment.

"Hahaha!" Luo waved his hand indifferently and smiled out of the yard.

Yesterday he saw the hand-cranked egg beater made by Heng Yu. Not only did he remember that the bicycle from his previous life had arrived. So he flipped through the space last night. Sure enough, he flipped the picture of the bicycle from a book, so he followed the same drawing and put out a bicycle drawing.

On the one hand, he was hesitating in his heart whether this thing was a bit too advanced for this era. On the other hand, he felt that it was a pity that this era could make bicycles. It would be a pity that such a good thing would not be taken out and carried forward.

In this era, these craftsmanship and technology are probably the only way to do, such as scholars, farmers, businessmen, and craftsmen, and craftsmen are even lower than those of farmers. No matter how powerful Lupin is, he has never heard of anyone who recommends him to be the emperor. He is a craftsman, so he naturally leaves him with the impression that people can only use for people.

Or maybe all the previous ones were excuses. Luo Yong was just irrepressibly trying to do this because of his heart. When he thought that the bicycle would appear in the seventh century, he couldn't stop being excited. He even had a bicycle. Will there be something else in the future...

He can't wait to see the scene of the people of the Tang Dynasty riding bicycles running around the world.

Luo Yong is not an optimistic person. His bad experiences when he was a child made him quite pessimistic. He knew that all the bad luck in this world might happen to him. He was not a lucky person, nor was he a darling of God. So every time he took a step out, he naturally thought of the worst outcome.

After being here for so long, he has been cautious and dared not take it lightly or take out the things in the space easily. But this does not mean that he will cover the things in that space tightly in this life and dare not take them out. On the contrary, he actually wants to take out everything in his heart.

This is how Luo Yong did. Every time he did something, he would think of the most tragic ending for himself, but he did not lack the courage to face that tragic ending.

As long as it is what he decides to do, he will do it.

The longer Luo Yong came to this era, the more he felt that the people here had spent too much time and energy on walking. It was really necessary to upgrade the means of transportation and other things.

Just like the Xiaohe Village that Luo Yong has been to these days, it takes about three hours to walk. If you change your bicycle, you should be able to save half of the world at a low price.

In Luo Yong's impression, bicycles and dirt roads are also easy to match. In the 1980s and 1990s, many rural areas had no cement roads. They rode a bicycle and drove on the dirt roads in the countryside, and they still ran very fast.
Chapter completed!