Chapter 698 Chicken that can lay eggs

However, under such simple conditions, there is no way to cook.

Just boil the meat briefly and add some salt.

The salt is still that kind of coarse salt, which seems to have a bit of a bitter taste when aged, but now it is no longer picky under these conditions, and it is good to be able to eat meat.

I got some side dishes and cooked a pot of porridge.

"Come, come, let's eat, eat!"

"I didn't cook them all, I saved some for the Chinese New Year," Song San said with a smile.

Chen Nian is also very happy. I live a life in any environment. Although I am not used to it, it is actually good to be able to eat these simple meals every day. You must know that there are still many people who cannot even eat.

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After it was done, Song San got another small bowl and poured a little black soy sauce into it.

This is the soy sauce of this period.

For aging, take the warm wine off the stove and pour it into two bowls.

The meat was cut into thin slices by Song San, which looked a bit like Li Zhuang white meat.

After Song San moved his chopsticks first, Chen Nian took a bite.

The fishy smell of pork is still there after entering the mouth, but this is also a characteristic of this period. The pork bought by ordinary people is not carefully processed, and there are not so many spices to mask the taste, but meat is meat after all.

There isn't much fat on it, mainly because it has been peeled off by Song San. He plans to make some oil later and eat it during the Chinese New Year.

"Come on, dad, I respect you." Chen Nian said, holding up the wine bowl with both hands to drink. Song San touched it lightly, then put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Although the taste is very weak, the alcohol flavor is insufficient, and the texture is very rough, but again, it is good enough for ordinary people in this period to drink wine.

"Good wine, I haven't tasted it for a long time." After Song San swallowed it with satisfaction, he picked up another piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce, put it in his mouth, and started chewing it.

While eating, he suddenly thought of another question, which he had not considered before.

That is, he now recognizes Song San as his father and Xu Erni as his mother, but his name is Chen Nian...

If he followed the custom, wouldn't he have to change his name to Song Nian?

But before Chen Nian could ask this question, Song San spoke up first: "Son, where were you from before? Why did you end up here as a beggar? And I've never seen you before?

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"Dad, I used to live in Bashu, but something happened at home, so I was living alone. But after I lost my home, I didn't know where to go because I was unfamiliar with the place. I thought about Chang'an.

There were many rich people, so it was easier to beg for food, so I kept walking north and walked to Yong'an County, and then you picked me up." Chen Nian said.

And Song San had no doubts. After all, there were too many people like Chen Nian now. The Qi Dynasty was gradually declining, and more and more people were unable to eat.

Many people choose to leave their hometowns.

"You used to be called Chen Nian, and you will be called Chen Nian from now on. There is no need to change your surname. We just need to know some things ourselves. And you are not young anymore. We cannot force you to forget your previous parents. If you can marry someone in the future,

It is best for the housewife to have two sons, one with the surname Song and the other with the surname Chen, so that both families can pass on the family."

"Dad, I don't want to think about these things right now. I just want to be able to take care of you and your parents safely."

Song San put down his chopsticks and cursed with a smile: "You are the only one who can talk. In fact, when I picked you up yesterday, I wanted to let you go when you woke up, but you are such a good talker. You are always the one who can talk.

I felt very comfortable, so later on I didn’t want to let you go.”

"Mom and Dad, I won't leave, I will stay here to take care of you."

"But we can't give you a good life."

"Life like this is considered a good life for me now." Chen Nian insisted, "By the way, parents, I actually have some skills besides being able to read and write, but I have always been a beggar.

Dress up, no one wants to use me."

"Oh, what kind of craftsmanship?" Song San couldn't help but become interested, and raised the bowl to touch Chen Nian again.

Chen Nian could only take a small sip before he said: "I can do some kitchen work, and I can also make tofu. I was thinking about staying here and making tofu. We also have a grinding mill at home, but we don't have the money."

I used to buy beans, but now that I have it, I can buy some beans with the money. In addition to making tofu, I can also make soy milk.

At that time, we don’t need to push the car too far away. We can set up a few tables and a small stall in front of our house to sell offal and soy milk.

You can also sell tofu in the morning and afternoon, so you can make more money."

"You can also make tofu?" Song San couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "That's great. It seems that our family doesn't have an extra mouth to eat, but an extra hen to lay eggs!"

Seeing that Song San was happy, Chen Nian added: "And after we can make some money, I can also write letters for the neighbors, and I can also make a little money by writing a couplets and so on. Parents, don't worry,

I will definitely let you live a good life!"

Song San finally understood now that the little beggar he picked up was an old hen that lays eggs. For the uninitiated, there may be no difference between an old hen and a chicken. Its greatest use is to make a pot of old hen soup.

But as long as you give him a nest and a pile of grass, he can lay eggs, and now he is the one who provides the nest and grass.

"Okay, okay, but in this young year, save all the money you earn and don't spend it randomly. When you save enough money, let your father find a wife for you. Although he is down and out now, he still lives in Yong'an County.

There are quite a few people he knows here, and he knows who has a daughter to be married and so on!"

Chen Nian didn't expect that he would be urged to get married here. Although he was in a dream, he couldn't feel sorry for Hongdou.

So he cleverly bypassed the topic: "We'll talk about this later. Mom and Dad, I still want to make money, take good care of you, and repay your life-saving grace."

"That is, why should a real man worry about not having a wife? With our son's ability, he will not be able to find a wife in the future? If it can be like what our son said, life can get better, and with Xiaonian's handsome appearance, then there will be more

It's the matchmaker who comes to your door to ask for your hand in marriage."

After saying that, they took another sip of wine.

After three sips, the wine in the bowl did not go down too much. This was mainly because it was hard to come by, so I drank as little as I could.

After three rounds of drinking, Song San's face turned a little red and he felt a little swollen. He patted the back of Chen Nian's hand: "Son, dad can't give you anything, except a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

, that’s all the skills my father has.

In the past, there were two cooks at Mr. Huang's house. One cook made noodles, and the other cook was your father and me. At that time, your father and I were very good at cooking, especially the braised meat. Mr. Wang cooked it every day.

I feel uncomfortable even if I don’t eat!”

"Dad, do you know how to braise pork?"

"Of course, this is a skill passed down from your father's family!"
Chapter completed!