Beast language level 10, all beasts obey her orders

Since it was the emperor's intention, Tian Youyou, as a commoner, naturally knew that he was powerless to refute it.

I just feel a little worried when I think of Tian Shounian’s college entrance examination.

And the children... are learning with great interest, but now it’s time to change teachers.

"Don't worry." Mr. Fan stroked his beard, "I have already written a letter to my unemployed nephew in Yunzhou, asking him to come to Xiaohegou Village and continue to teach the children."

"Your nephew?"

Mr. Fan was obviously very satisfied with his nephew's knowledge. "I raised this nephew myself. His knowledge is no worse than mine. Don't worry, Youyou."

"As for your father's college entrance examination in August, don't worry. He has a good foundation, a good memory, and is very smart. He should have no problem."

With Mr. Fan's words, Tian Youyou felt relieved.

She didn't really want to compete with Tian Xingxue, she just simply wanted her father to become successful!

Mr. Fan rubbed his hands nervously, "Hey, Youyou, if I leave now, I don't know when I can eat those delicious foods."

"Why don't you spend these two days..."

Tian Youyou sighed helplessly, "Okay, just say whatever you want to say."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fan immediately started counting on his fingers. Doudan must be the first one.

"Bean curd, stinky tofu, that moldy vegetable stem, Jerusalem artichoke vermicelli, golden thread veggie..."

There aren't enough fingers.

Tian Youyou was also convinced. He... wanted everything.

"I'll make some more bean curd for you these two days. As for other things..."

"I can fill a jar with stinky tofu and mustard greens. I also have Jerusalem artichoke vermicelli and golden brocade. I'll fill some of them for you."

"As for the other food, I'll give you the recipes and you can go back and ask the chef to make it for you."

I believe the chefs in Beijing will be good.

Mr. Fan was counting on his fingers in worry.

No one knew where Tian Youyou got all those wonderful ideas from. The dishes she made were very rare and especially suited his taste.

He used to live in the village and thought he could eat anytime, but he didn’t think so.

But now he has to leave, and he doesn't know how long he will be gone, and he just realized... he feels so sad.

If I can't eat these delicacies anymore...

Especially the bean curd.

If he can't eat, he will... lose his appetite and be unable to sleep at night.

"Youyou, can you grab me a bag of bean curd?"

Tian Youyou shook her head, "No."

Doudan can't stay on the road for long.

Mr. Fan hung his head helplessly, feeling very dejected.

"But, sir, you will definitely meet people who grow beans along the way. You can go and look for them."

Mr. Fan's dull eyes suddenly brightened. Yes, it's not only Anping County that grows beans, other counties also grow them.

But later he realized that some things are only good if they come from Anping County.

Tian Youyou really made four meals of bean curd for Mr. Fan for two consecutive days, and finally calmed him down and allowed him to go on his journey with peace of mind.

As for the nephew he mentioned, he arrived at Xiaohegou Village on the third day after he left.

Everyone calls him Mr. Xiao Fan.

The first thing Mr. Fan asked Tian Youyou when he saw her was, "My uncle said that you have a lot of new and exotic foods here. I, like you, love to eat..."

It turns out that the Fan family’s gluttony is hereditary.

Afraid that Tian Youyou would not cook for him, Mr. Fan took out the letter Mr. Fan wrote to him and said, "Look."

Tian Youyou took it suspiciously, and saw that the letter said...

"Nephew, please come to Xiaohegou Village as soon as possible and teach the children here on behalf of your uncle.

Xiaohegou Village is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. There are novel delicacies that have never been heard of, such as: bean curd, stinky tofu, moldy amaranth stems... "

The next two pages are filled with delicious food...

Tian Youyou gave Mr. Fan a thumbs up in her heart, he is really great.

"Ms. Tian, ​​I want to try the bean curd that my uncle wrote first. Is it convenient for you?" Little Mr. Fan took Mr. Fan's letter as a menu and ordered.

He also explained, "My uncle is always picky, and the one that he puts first must be something extraordinary..."

"Miss Tian..."

Tian Youyou was relying on him to read to the children, so naturally she couldn't refute him.

Immediately, she went to catch some bean curd herself and brought it back, and made a pot of seasonal bean curd soup.

This pot of bean curd easily captured Mr. Fan's stomach. He took a sip and clapped his thigh in applause.

"Uncle really is a food expert..."

Tian Youyou frowned. A master of gourmet food? Shouldn't he be a master of literature?

"Well... Uncle never lied to me."

Tian Youyou once thought that Mr. Fan’s teaching atmosphere was already very relaxed, but unexpectedly, the content of Mr. Fan’s teaching was even more relaxed.

He often took his children, Tian Shounian and Jiang Ao on an ox cart to the fields, the downtown, the mountains and the river. He could explain everything he saw and even extend it to the principles of being an official and a citizen.

When Tian Shounian and Jiang Ao talked about Mr. Xiao Fan, they both expressed that they benefited a lot from him.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of July in the lunar calendar, the harvest season for beans and rice.

The hearts of all the people in Anping County are on their toes, and everyone is looking forward to a good harvest this year.

The most excited one was Chen Li.

He has been paying attention to the planting of rice, beans and Jerusalem artichokes. Previously, Xiaojia and Xiaoyi came back from their inspection and told him that the rice ears were very big and had many rice grains... three to five times as many as those planted before.

Chen Li didn't believe it.

It's the same farming, even if it's high-yield rice varieties, it can't be three or five times as much as before.

What does three or five times mean? From more than 700 kilograms to more than 1,000 kilograms?

Since Chen Li had a teacher-student relationship with the prefect of Cizhou Prefecture, he had seen the spring farming data of other prefectures from him.

He knew that in Qinzhou Prefecture, a land of fish and rice, the rice yield per mu was 340 kilograms.

In the wealthy areas over there, the average is only 340 kilograms.

If their Anping County could produce more than 700 to 1,000 kilograms of rice, he would be the first to go to the capital without the emperor's personal summons.

However, when he arrived at the field and saw the swaying rice ears, he suddenly felt hungry, and going to the capital was not so far away.

Xiaohegou Village was the first to plant rice seedlings, so the harvest now naturally starts from Xiaohegou Village.

Chen Li brought the yamen runners, who were holding sickles, and rushed to Xiaohegou Village early in the morning.

The villagers have gone to the fields to harvest. They cut the rice straw with sickles, tied it into bundles, pulled the roots into thirds, and placed them upright with the tops facing upwards.

The sun has been shining these days, so after a day of drying, you can take it off the next day.

In this era, there was already a tool for threshing, called a threshing box.

A box made of wood, with a threshing row inside and a bamboo raft placed horizontally in the middle of the threshing row.

When threshing, the rice ears are beaten on the threshing row.

The bailiffs went down with sickles and joined the group harvesting rice.