Training Tai Sui

Zhuangzi here is valuable not only because it is close to the capital, but also because there is a river behind Zhuangzi. The existence of this river makes nearby Zhuangzi no need to worry about drought.

The river is not too big, about 30 meters wide, the river is very calm, willows on both sides of the river, and the hanging willows even extend into the river, attracting a few small fish to play on the side.

Qin Feng doesn't understand fish, and he doesn't know how to fish. He was a poor boy who came out of an orphanage in his last life. The elegant leisure of fishing is destined to have nothing to do with him, but this does not prevent him from diving into the water.

"Uncle Lang, find a net bag, let's eat fish today."

Qin Lang was unable to complain about his young master's whim, but in his opinion, touching two fish is not a big deal, so he agreed and walked towards the village.

When Qin Lang's figure disappeared from sight, Qin Feng couldn't wait to take off his coat, rolled up his trousers, walked to the shallow water with great interest, and carefully observed the fish swimming at the bottom of the river.

I don't know if it's because the northerners seldom eat fish. The fish in the river are particularly fat, and they are not afraid of people. They circle around Qin Feng's footsteps and linger for a long time.

"Come up!"

The river water is slightly cool, but it makes people feel very comfortable in this hot summer, Qin Feng took the opportunity to catch a big fish.

But the big fish flicked its tail nimbly and disappeared into the water. On the contrary, Qin Feng slipped and fell on his back.

"Brother Ziyu!"

"Ouch!"

Just when Qin Feng was lucky not to be seen, he was startled by a loud drink, and he unconsciously supported the pebbles at the bottom of the water with his left hand and was about to get up, but the sudden pain made him unable to help but exclaim. Voice.

"Brother Ziyu, are you okay?"

Qin Feng, who was helped up by others, looked at the passerby, only to see Yang Ying's handsome face appeared in his line of sight.

He pointed at Qin Feng's left hand in astonishment, and said in horror: "Brother Ziyu, your hand...do you want to find a doctor?"

Only then did Qin Feng look at his left hand, only to see a small thing with teeth and claws clamping his left hand.

Qin Feng smiled and said: "Crabs? I didn't expect there to be such things in the river. It's an extra meal today. You have taken it orally."

Yang Ying's expression was a bit strange, he was probably the eldest young master who never touched Yang Chunshui with his ten fingers, and he was a little surprised when he heard this, "Brother Ziyu, can this thing be eaten?"

No one eats this good thing?

Qin Feng was also surprised. In his original era, hairy crabs were a delicacy, and they were extremely expensive. Anyway, he had no chance to feast on them.

Although it is not the season to eat crabs now, and the crabs in this small river are not the famous hairy crabs of later generations, but they are pure natural, pollution-free, and not small in size.

"This is a good thing, I guarantee that you will think about it a second time after eating it once."

When Qin Lang ran over with a net bag, he saw Qin Feng and Yang Ying barefoot, with their buttocks pouted without any image, touching crabs by the river.

"Brother Ziyu, you bit my hand!"

Yang Ying has probably never been so presumptuous in her life, she took out her hand with a happy face, then looked at the crab that pinched her finger, and said triumphantly: "Brother Ziyu, the younger brother is not bad, right?"

Qin Feng looked at his empty hands with some depression, wondering if his luck was used up after catching the first crab. After touching for a long time, he didn't even see a loach except for a hand full of mud.

"Don't be complacent, since you want to have a meal, then hurry up to catch fish and make a fish soup for lunch."

An hour later, Qin Feng and Yang Ying's clothes were completely soaked, but Qin Lang, who was fishing, was not blushing or out of breath, and even his clothes were only a little wet at the bottom of his trousers.

The two returned to Qinjiazhuang triumphantly with their net bags full. When they entered the main courtyard, Qin Feng saw the two burly men that Qin Lang had mentioned last time.

But the two burly men were staring at Yang Ying with their mouths wide open, as if they were seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Qin Feng glanced back at Yang Ying who looked uncomfortable, and sighed in his heart: Poor child, I'm afraid you have never been so presumptuous in your life, have you?

A trace of sympathy rose in his heart, Qin Feng stopped him by the neck, and said with a smile: "Aying, the way of civil and martial arts, one piece and one relaxation, you are still young, and reading blindly may not be a good thing, come out to play if you have nothing to do. It’s good to change your mind.”

Ah... Ah Ying?

Yang Ying's face was a little weird, but she didn't refute, just hummed, and followed Qin Feng to the house.

But at the door of the backyard, Yang Ying stopped. Not everyone can enter this era, so we have to avoid it.

Looking at the submissive Yang Ying, Qin Feng smiled, "You're just a baby, and you still know how to avoid taboos? Hurry up and come in with me, and change your clothes after taking a bath, or your adults will have to tear down my village if you get caught in the cold."

Yang Ying looked at Qin Feng with complicated eyes, not sure if he was really stupid or fake. In this day and age, although Hu Feng is very prosperous, the aristocratic families in Kanto are still very reserved, unless the relationship is strong enough to intervene at will. When it comes to knives, who would be so casual?

"What are you doing in a daze, you think you are Zhuge Kongming, and you have to pay me three visits to the thatched cottage, don't you?"

"Come here, Brother Ziyu, wait a moment."

Yang Ying strode into the backyard with a smile on her face. No one had dared to be so casual with her before, but why didn't she hate Qin Ziyu's style at all?

Chapter 18 Heresy

After taking a bath, the enthusiastic Qin Feng brought Yang Ying straight to the kitchen.

As soon as Chunniang saw Qin Feng, she lost her tough hag look, her big face was trembling with laughter, and the shaking of the fat on her face was clearly visible.

"Master, what do you want to eat today?"

Qin Feng glanced at the kitchen stove. There is no cooking in this year, so there is not much oily smoke, and it looks clean.

"Chun Niang, today I will cook two dishes."

Chun Niang became anxious when she heard this, and quickly persuaded: "My young master, how can you cook! Confucius said, that... that... far away from the kitchen, if you cook by yourself and it is reported, Why does our Qin Family Village still have the face to face people!"

"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen."

Yang Ying also looked surprised. Hu Feng is indeed very prosperous these years, and the family is even more chaotic. However, with Qin Feng in his family, he also cooks for himself. Don't say he has seen him, he has never even heard of it. .

Qin Feng said disapprovingly: "What kind of gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and the sage still says that he never tires of food and fine food, and a group of rotten scholars distort the meaning of the old master and raise their own social status, you take it seriously."

Everyone doesn't know what the worth is, but everyone can hear the disdain in Qin Feng's words.

Seeing that Chunniang was still a little reluctant, Qin Feng smiled and said: "Furthermore, I am not a gentleman, your young master, let alone a hypocrite. If a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, even if he is a first-class person in the dynasty, he is also a rice worm." , who would starve to death if they fell into a rice vat, what good would such people do to Tai Sui?"

After finishing speaking, Qin Feng picked up a big fish weighing two or three catties, skillfully scraped off the scales, removed the gills, opened the belly, and cleaned up all the debris.

Qin Feng curled his lips, as an orphan in his last life, he started cooking by himself at the age of six or seven, otherwise he would starve, how could he forget this skill?

Then there is the crab, clean the lung lobes, rinse it and steam it directly in the pan. It is a delicacy without any seasoning.

"Is this... really edible?"

Not only Yang Ying, but everyone has this question in their hearts.

It's not that you haven't seen crabs before, but the appearance is very scary, and you will eat it?

"Smell the smell, why do I spend so much effort if I can't eat it?"