On the hillside two miles away from the Zhuyuan, there was a strong figure busy there. It was already three o'clock in the morning. A large amount of sweat slipped from the bronze skin, and it glowed brightly under the sunlight, like a roast duck restaurant.
The hanging roast duck is shiny and very attractive!
Lin Xiaoyue swallowed her saliva. Seeing how skilled Brother Liang was in the fields, he was basically a rough guy who had been farming all year round. However, a rough guy would not have a subordinate like Cheng Feng who could earn five hundred taels of silver in one move. He could farm so much.
Have money?
Also, there is farmland all the way from the hillside to the lake. After the autumn harvest, the house is supposed to be full of food. Why is there nothing in the bamboo yard? Has everything been sold?
How many secrets does Brother Liang hide?
Hey! Curiosity killed the cat, so stop gossiping!
Lin Xiaoyue knocked her head and walked over with a smile, "Brother Liang! The dishes are ready and the rice is still steaming in the pot. You will be ready to eat in a while!"
Liang Jingyao straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and responded: "I know, you should go back and rest. I will go back after plowing the ground here!"
Lin Xiaoyue became interested when she heard Liang Jingyao digging the ground. She stood on the ridge of the field and asked curiously: "Brother Liang, winter is coming next month. What are you going to plant?"
Liang Jingyao said with a smile: "I plan to plant some winter wheat. This stuff is cold-resistant and can be eaten in April or May next year."
Lin Xiaoyue was surprised. The two men only ate it. Why did they need to use such a large area to grow wheat? They could have grown other vegetables and fruits!
Is Brother Liang a straight man? He can eat whatever he wants, and he won't be afraid of getting tired of it?
She said helplessly and amusingly: "Brother Liang, I think you can plant some vegetables. There will be less to eat when it snows in winter. It's better to plant some now and pickle them into pickles that can be stored for a long time. I think
When you are eating, take it out and eat it at any time.”
Liang Jingyao waved the hoe in his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have prepared vegetables for the winter in the cellar, but I have heard about your pickles for the first time. Can you teach me how to make them next time?"
Don’t know how to pickle? In the country Lin Xiaoyue traveled to, pickles can be traced back to the Zhou Dynasty, and they are still very popular after more than three thousand years!
People here don’t know how?
If you just rely on storing vegetables in the cellar, wouldn’t it turn out to be rotten food in the end?
The pickles are delicious, pickles, spicy cabbage, dried radish, prunes...it's so delicious to eat with rice!
If she works well, she will definitely make a lot of money!
Then she would borrow Brother Liang's ingredients to make a vat first, and then sell it in the surrounding towns. She believed that everyone who took the first bite would definitely want another bite!
Lin Xiaoyue loved her idea so much that she never thought that her first step to freedom in life would be to make a jar of delicious pickles!
"Yes, you can watch by the side while I make it. The steps are very simple, but whether it tastes good or not depends on your own feel."
Liang Jingyao was amused by Lin Xiaoyue's words. Why is this pickle a bit mysterious?
"Okay, okay! Then I will have to call you Master Lin from now on!"
Lin Xiaoyue covered her head and snickered. With such a strong apprentice, she could walk sideways wherever she went!
"Haha, then I won't be polite to you!"
Different from the pleasant atmosphere in the fields, the kitchen in the Zhuyuan was a mess. Either Cheng Feng couldn't control the heat well and fried the eggs, or the fire was not hot enough. When he turned the eggs over, the yolks flowed out.
!
He really hates Lin Xiaoyue to death. Before this woman showed up, he and his master could just cook random dishes for a meal. This woman scrambled eggs and they were still runny. Why didn't she eat dry eggs?
ah!
He suspected that Lin Xiaoyue came specifically to defeat him. There was no such thing as a runny egg in this world!
If he hadn't wanted to win the bet, he would have hit Lin Xiaoyue on the head with an egg!
"Damn those runny eggs!"
As the large iron spoon landed on the porcelain plate, a piece of burnt scrambled egg flew out of the porcelain plate, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally landed on the face of Liang Jingyao who had just stepped into the door.
Lin Xiaoyue was laughing so hard in her heart that she couldn't help but stepped forward to remove the scrambled eggs from Liang Jingyao's face, and asked with concern: "Brother Liang, are you okay?"
What? The master is back so soon?
Cheng Feng turned around stiffly and saw Liang Jingyao's face was oily, with a little bit of scrambled egg residue!
"Yes, I'm sorry, Master! I didn't mean it!"
Liang Jingyao had a sullen look on his face and asked unhappily: "What are you doing?"
Cheng Feng seized the opportunity to slander Lin Xiaoyue to death, "Master, this woman is deliberately making things difficult for me! She insisted on letting me fry that runny egg, how could I know such a thing? I think she clearly wants to poison you!
"
"It's inexplicable!" Lin Xiaoyue glared at Cheng Feng speechlessly, walked directly to the stove, put a piece of bacon into her mouth, and scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and drank it.
"Brother Liang, look at these two dishes made by me. If I wanted to poison you, why would I leave the kitchen to Cheng Feng to scramble eggs? Besides, runny eggs do exist, but they have to be controlled.
As for the heat, if Cheng Feng hadn't been willing to show me the heat, I wouldn't have asked him to scramble the eggs out of anger!"
Liang Jingyao felt that what Lin Xiaoyue said was more reasonable than Cheng Feng. When Lin Xiaoyue came to him at first, he felt something was wrong. The steamed rice was not ready so quickly. Sure enough, the two of them quarreled again!
"Cheng Feng, I think you are injured, let's forget it this time! If there is a next time, don't follow me!"
When Cheng Feng heard that his master wanted to drive him away, his hatred for Lin Xiaoyue became even greater!
"No! If my master hadn't taken me in when I was a child and taught me martial arts, I might have starved to death outside! In this life, I will only follow my master and never go anywhere!"
Liang Jingyao frowned and shouted: "Then why don't you hurry up and show Master Lin the fire? Do you want me to be hungry all the time?"
Cheng Feng thought there was something wrong with his ears, so he asked again, "Master Lin? Her?"
Liang Jingyao nodded and said: "That's right! Master Lin wants to teach me how to make pickles. These things can be stored for a long time and are good for us during the winter! So, if you don't move quickly, we will do it after dinner.
Let’s start pickling!”
Cheng Feng felt that he had never heard of this kind of food after traveling all over the country for so many years. Lin Xiaoyue must be fooling his master again!
"Master, don't listen to what she says! This woman is untrustworthy. I have been fooled by her many times!"
Lin Xiaoyue sneered and said: "That's because you are stupid! If I say you can do it, you can do it. If you don't believe me, just show it to me. Anyway, you will definitely lose the bet just now!"
Cheng Feng sat down next to the bellows, "Don't be too proud, I will make you convinced that you have lost and then drive you out!"