They raised carps in the paddy fields, with more than two hundred young fish per mu. The production team had a thousand mu of paddy fields, and all of them had caught more than twenty thousand fish. The Hungarian international students found that the production team members were also involved in the processing of the fish. They had also hired professionals. The international students could handle one fish, the production team members could handle three, and the professionals could handle about eight.
With a flash of the knife, the seven or eight taels of carp were cut open, their scales removed, and their gills dug out. These fish were sent to several professionals to smoke and roast with straw. The fish's eyes rolled, and their gills opened and closed uselessly. The grilled fish carried the fragrance of rice flowers, and the skin was crisp and tender, melting in the mouth. It was a feast for the international students.
It took three days to process the twenty thousand carps, but agricultural production did not stop there. The selected grass carp were put back into the paddy fields for breeding, while the production team carried out the agricultural work that the Hungarian students did not understand at all.
The field investigation ended here, and the team bid farewell to the production team and continued south. When they returned to Nest Lake, the girl who had cried because she was homesick could not help but say, "Do you think this lake looks like Lake Balaton?"
At the mention of the largest lake in Hungary, the young man looked a little nostalgic. Lake Balaton had a surface area of 600 square kilometers, while Lake Nest had a surface area of 900 square kilometers. However, these young people who were not water conservancy experts could not tell the difference.
Hungary was much colder than the Min dynasty. When Chao Lake was still emitting hot steam in August, the mansion on the shore of Lake Balaton already felt a little cool. It didn't mean much to Lord Miklos, the owner of the mansion, who had an ugly look on his face as he looked at the box the doctor had placed on the table. The outside of the box was covered with a layer of coarse cloth, and the inside was lined with cotton. A small bottle of clear and transparent medicine was placed inside. The mouth of the bottle was sealed with a metal sheet, and with the thick walls of the bottle, Lord Miklos felt that it was very sturdy.
"This medicine … Is it effective? Don't be like quinine sulfate, which almost killed me. "Lord Miklos's tone was very unhappy. It wasn't all his fault. Other people had a bigger reaction to quinine sulfate, but Grand Master Miklos's heart stopped beating for a while. If the doctor hadn't rescued him in time, the grass on his grave would probably have grown out by now.
"This is China medicine," the doctor replied.
Staring at the indecipherable words on the bottle for a moment, Mikrosh's face showed deep suspicion. He was suspicious of things that he was unfamiliar with.
"It costs five times as much as quinine. Master, if you don't want to use it … "The doctor wanted to give up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the price was offered, Grand Mogul Miklos's face immediately brightened. "Alright, we'll use this!" he replied bluntly.
The doctor was very surprised. He added, "This medicine can't be administered once. The entire treatment process will take a long time."
The Grand Elder frowned. "Do you think I don't have money?"
"No, no." The doctor quickly shook his head. He didn't want to discuss it anymore. He immediately started to inject the medicine into the grandpa's body.
Time ticked by. Noon had already passed. Then Lord Miklos felt the sensation of malaria. He began to feel cold all over, his heart raced, his mouth parched, and even the blue sky in front of him began to take on a thin layer of yellow.
"Stupid donkey, get me a fur coat!" Mikros cursed the servant with a trembling voice.
Just as the servant hurried off to fetch some warm clothes, the attack of malaria suddenly ceased. The yellow in front of him quickly disappeared, and Mikros felt the familiar feeling of the end of the malaria attack. Just as the servant ran over with the fur coat, he saw Mikros standing outside the main hall of the mansion, smoking an imported cigar contentedly. The sweet taste made people feel refreshed.
"Hey! Master coachman, can't you drive the carriage properly? You can drink to your heart's content when we get there. "A voice of cursing came from outside the door.
Mikros's face went from relaxed to wry as he muttered to himself in a low voice, "A new judge is here, a new bout of malaria has begun." After giving a few orders to the servant, Mikros went straight to the door to greet the visitor.
It was a judge who came in through the door. He had the thick mustache favored by the upper echelons of Wiener, was dressed in a judge's uniform, and carried a briefcase angrily. As soon as he saw Mikros, the judge shouted, "Let's get this over with first."
"Let's talk in the back garden." Mikros said with a very appropriate smile, in other words, the smile a lord of a manor would use when facing a judge who represented the power of the government.
The judge did not refuse. It was obvious that the experience along the way had made the lord of public power so unhappy that he did not feel the need to take a few more steps.
The mansion was located halfway up the hill on the shore of Lake Balaton, and the view from the back garden was very good. Mikros pointed condescendingly at Lake Balaton in the distance and said, "Your Excellency, look at how beautiful the scenery is."
The judge glanced at it casually and did not say anything. Then Mikros pointed to the hillside above. "Your Excellency, from here to the top of the hill, it's all my land."
Hearing this, the judge's face changed. Then he saw Mikros point down the hill. From here to the shore of the lake, it's also my vineyard.
"Oh …" The judge could not help but draw out his voice, and then he finally said in a business-like tone free of emotion, "Your Excellency, I'm here to investigate the Fabio you shot …"
"Please sit down." Mikros asked the judge to sit down at the wooden table, lit a cigar for the judge, and then said calmly, "I know, it happened three days ago, on August 16th."
The judge took out his notebook, and at that moment, he saw a servant carrying a rattan basket, put it on the shelf beside the table, and then pushed it down. Then Mikros took out two glasses and a bottle of red wine from it. "Come on, man, have a drink before you start the case."
Hearing this suggestion, the judge licked his dry lips slightly and said after a moment of hesitation, "All right, man."
Opening the bottle of red wine, everyone only took a sip, and the judge praised, "Oh! This wine is really good. "With that, he raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Of course, it's from my vineyard on the hillside," Mikros replied calmly, and at the same time, very attentively poured the judge another glass.
After drinking most of it in one go, the judge continued to ask, "That Fabio was killed by a gun, wasn't he?"
"Yes, an 1890 shotgun made in China. It's very accurate, better than a German shotgun, "Mikros continued.
While the judge was recording in his notebook, Mikros opened another bottle. The judge looked at the bottle with a puzzled look, and Mikros explained, "This is a ten-year-old wine from my vineyard."
"Oh …" The judge said no more, picked up his glass, and took a big gulp. Then he praised with satisfaction, "This wine is really good!"
The two of them drank one glass after another, and soon finished the bottle. Then Mikros pulled another bottle of wine from the rattan basket. "This is a fifteen-year-old wine from the vineyard on the hillside!"
The judge's eyes were already shining as if they were about to shoot out light, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the notebook, and he couldn't help but ask, "Where was Fabio shot?"
"In the back. I shot him in the back of his heart. Fabio, the gypsy, died soon after he was shot. " Mikros calmly recounted what had happened, and at the same time filled the judge's glass.
Holding the glass under his nose for a long time, the judge praised, "This wine … I've never heard of it."
Mikros lit himself another cigar and said proudly, "By next year, these wines will be on the market in Wierna. The tasting there has already been, and many dukes and marquises have spoken highly of them. "
The judge didn't say anything, just picked up the wine and took a sip. Then he put down his glass and said in an intoxicated manner, "I can imagine."
When the fifteen-year-old wine was finished, Mikros pulled out a smaller bottle and announced, "This is a twenty-year-old wine from my estate."
"This wine must be better than the best Bordeaux, and probably even Burgundy," the judge exclaimed excitedly. When Mikros opened the bottle, the judge asked respectfully, "Your Excellency, you are a wonderful man, but why did you shoot the gypsy?"
"Because the gypsy thief stole twelve bottles of this twenty-year-old wine from my cellar," Mikros said righteously.
The judge smacked his lips when he heard this. He frowned slightly and muttered, "If it were me, I probably wouldn't have handled it this way."
After thinking for a moment, the judge said to Mikros, "So be it, the gypsy Fabio was accidentally shot and killed."
The transcript and the summary of the case were quickly finished in his notebook. The judge put away his office supplies and then drank with Mikros in the backyard of his manor on the hillside by Lake Balaton.
"Come on, old man, have a few more drinks."
"May God bless you!"
The two lords toasted each other and drank happily. The wine in their glasses was red, as if it was the blood of the gypsy thief Fabio.
The judge was already drunk when he left, and Mikros sent him back in his own carriage. There was a rattan basket with fine wine in it, and it was stably placed in the carriage. Watching the carriage leave, Mikros didn't look distressed at all. He was very rich and owned a lot of land. These bottles of wine were nothing compared to the friendship of the local judge.
After the carriage left, the man who had been waiting to visit Mikros came out of the living room of the main house. He said anxiously, "Mick, what happened to the thing I told you about?"
Lord Mikrosh lit another cigar, and after puffing out a mouthful of smoke, he said calmly, "The judge is one of us now, and when the verdict comes down, we can begin to clean up the Robin Hood clique in this area."
"Those peasants who used to be soldiers have to be dealt with first. People like them are a scourge in the countryside! "The visitor spat out the resentment in his heart fiercely.
"Hmph! When the time comes, none of them will be able to escape! "Mikros laughed, but his laughter came from between his teeth.
At this time, Wang Shizhen and several students in a carriage came straight here. After passing through the vast area of eastern Hungary and meeting many Hungarian peasants, Wang Shizhen's travel plan had reached the western part of Hungary.
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