Qi Jing did not take Tang Shiyue back to the stone house.
Subconsciously, he seemed to understand that the "home" she said did not mean this "home".
He took her to the small mid-mountain pavilion where Qi Zhai lived.
Sitting on the top of the pavilion, looking up at the moonlight, the cool breeze blowing, and the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus, it is simply the pinnacle of romance.
You can sit in rows shyly, watch the moon and recite poems, and talk about the philosophy of life from poems and songs.
However, Tang Shiyue was not honest. She kept humming and trying to sit in his arms... However, the old-fashioned Qi Xiaolang could not accept such an affectionate move.
He refused to listen, pushed but didn't dare to push, let alone hold her hand. His ears were red, but he still tried to hold on and asked her seriously: "How old are you?"
She ignored him and still wanted to get into his arms. He pushed her forehead with his palm and looked down into her eyes, "How old is Ah Yue?"
She was forced to look up at him, her big eyes blinking, and she replied habitually: "Ah Yue will always be eighteen!"
Yes, since her debut, she has been eighteen years old forever.
Qi Jing wanted to say something, but didn't say it. He said helplessly: "I can't hold Ayue at the age of seven, so now I can't hold Ayue. Do you understand?"
She was very talkative. She thought about it seriously and came up with a solution: "Ah Jing carries it back."
Then she walked around behind him, lay on his back, and wrapped her little arms around him.
Qi Jing: "..."
So rude...
He blushed, stretched out his hand helplessly, and held her thin little arm, saying in his heart that he would never ask her to drink again.
Well, even if you drink, you should drink it when it's just him and her.
Then Queen Tang hugged him, tilted her head, and with a "pop" sound, gave him a big kiss.
Qi Jing: "..."
She said to him happily: "Ah Jing, you are so beautiful, your eyes are the prettiest!"
He lowered his head, "Yeah."
"What a pity..."
"What's the pity?"
"What a pity, why don't you get older?"
He raised his eyebrows, forgetting even his shyness, and said calmly: "Why should I be older?"
"If you were an uncle, I would marry you."
He paused, "Why do you need an uncle to marry?"
She clicked her tongue regretfully: "Because it's too young and I can't do anything with it!"
Qi Jing: "..."
He didn't dare to think deeply about her words. His face was so hot that he could hardly hear what she said. His body was as stiff as a stone. He sat upright. He didn't know how to treat her, and he didn't know how to treat her... His body suddenly felt...
a certain situation.
She talked nonsense, acted frivolously, and kept making a fuss for most of an hour. Then her drunkenness gradually disappeared, and then she lay on top of him and fell asleep in a daze.
Qi Jing waited until the heat on his face subsided and the excited flag fell, and then he sent her back despite the strange looks in Tang Shirong and Mrs. Ye's eyes.
Then he went out again, stood by the river and hesitated for a long time, then jumped up slightly, walked around several times, and accurately found the lotus lantern made by Tang Shiyue.
He took it out from the water and opened it. On the small piece of paper inside, it read crookedly: "Dad, Mom, brother will always be happy." Although there were several typos, it was probably this sentence.
Qi Jing frowned and put the note back into the lotus lantern. He Shi bowed gently and put it into the water again. When he stood up, he was thoughtful.
Tang Shiyue couldn't get up the next morning. She didn't get up until noon and drank a bowl of white porridge. She felt as if she was seriously ill.
This body is really effortless.
When Qi Jing came over, she was lying on the couch sadly. When she saw him, she asked: "I didn't make a fuss yesterday, did I?"
She was quite confident in her wine, but she just said it politely.
As a result, Qi Xiaolang said calmly: "It's quite noisy."
"Really?" She looked at him with wide eyes: "Don't lie to me!"
He just looked at her: "..."
Mr. Tang suddenly felt a little better: "Then what did I say?"
"I didn't say anything," Qi Xiaolang said calmly. Just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he said lightly: "I just said you want me to go home with you."
Tang Shiyue glared at Qing, and then she responded quickly: "Ah... yes, um, right! You are so smart and capable, of course I will take you home."
Qi Xiaolang continued calmly: "They also said I'm good-looking."
"They say my eyes are the prettiest."
"Tell me that if I were an uncle, you would marry me."
"She said she was too young to do anything."
He just said one word after another and calmly dropped bombshells one after another. Tang Shiyue was stunned and couldn't say a word... Do you know what it feels like to lose all your vest overnight?
You kissed me and touched me.
Qi Xiaolang really couldn't say these two sentences.
She was very shy at first, but seeing her collapsed expression, Qi Jing slightly curved her lips and touched her head: "Be good, and I won't tell anyone."
But you can only marry me.
Tang Shiyue: "..."
It’s only been one night, Qi Xiaolang, are you wearing something?
Then Qi Jing took out a small seal from his arms and said, "It's not very good because it was carved in a hurry. You can play with it first."
Although Tang Shiyue didn't know why he suddenly gave her something, she still happily accepted it. The seal was made of jade and was very small and could be hung on the body. It was engraved with the four characters "Xianlu Pearl" in ancient seal script.
Tang Shiyue said happily: "You carved this? Thank you!"
Qi Xiaolang nodded lightly: "Yes." He touched her head again: "Have a rest." Then he went out.
Tang Shiyue always felt that Qi Xiaolang today was a bit strange, as if... all kinds of small actions were becoming more and more calm.
But I felt too guilty to ask further.
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After the fifteenth day, it’s time to harvest the beans planted in the fields. Beans are beans, and soybeans are generally grown here.
The soybeans in Qinzhou ripened early, half a month earlier than elsewhere. Tang Shiyue didn't care whether to waste or not, and ate salted edamame two or three times.
After all the soybeans were harvested, she started to make soy milk and drink it.
For this reason, she specially called a stonemason to make two stone mills, one large and one small, at home, so that she would not have to go to other people's homes to grind them in the future.
When Qi Jing had some free time, she asked him to help build a shelf to dry some soybean oil skins to eat in the winter.
It means soaking fresh soybeans, grinding them, filtering out the tofu residue, and then boiling the soy milk, and a thin film with high protein content will solidify on the surface.
This layer is the soybean oil skin, also called bean curd skin. At this time, you can use a thin stick to pick it up, dry it in the sun, and then you can keep it until winter.
When she was making it, Mrs. Ye was shocked. She never thought that soy milk could taste so good. Tang Shiyue was also surprised. She thought about it and asked Mrs. Ye: "Have you ever heard of yuba?"
Mrs. Ye shook her head blankly: "What is that?"
Tang Shiyue always thought that things like yuba and soybean oil skin existed before the Tang Dynasty, but it turns out that they haven’t existed until now?
So she tried making yuba again.
The process of making yuba is similar to that of making soybean oil skin. First, crush and peel the soybeans, then soak them for a few hours until the soybeans are swollen and hard, and then grind them into pulp, usually with a ratio of one pound of beans to ten pounds of water.
The slurry needs to be filtered. When the bean dregs are loose and there is no slurry water, filter the cooked slurry again, and then it can be put into the yuba pot.
At this time, the heat is more important.
Generally, the temperature needs to be maintained at about 70 degrees, and a layer of oily skin will form in about ten minutes. At this time, use a special knife to gently cut the film from the middle, divide it into two pieces, extract them separately, and then rotate them into a columnar shape.
, hung on bamboo poles to dry.
Wait until the surface of the yuba turns yellow-white, bright and translucent, and it's done.
Generally, the lighter the color, the higher the nutritional value.
Mrs. Ye watched her making the whole process. She was amazed and praised her for being smart.
She is a kitchen lady. She has never heard of it. It probably doesn't exist at this time.
Tang Shiyue went to the town again and asked, but there was no such thing, so he planned to teach this thing to the villagers.
You know, bean curd is a kind of "vegetarian meat". In this era when meat and fish are rare, bean curd will definitely be very popular once it comes out. (To be continued)