Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

Then another voice came from the door: "Brother, please don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"Of course, of course, I won't tell anyone about it!" The arithmetic officer was so excited about getting the rice that he was almost incoherent.

The arithmetic officer looked around and found some rags. He wrapped the rice bag with the rags and held it in his arms to cover it up as he ran back. When he got home, he deliberately said in a normal voice, "My wife, I brought back some clothes."

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At the Yang family residence, Yang Yuanzu pulled up the fishing rod and asked, "What did Brother Suan say after we gave him the rice?" Yang Yuanzu asked Luo Mingshi to only give some rice to the Suan official.

What he caught this time was still a small crucian carp less than two fingers wide. Yang Yuanzu was reluctant to throw it away. After all, this was the third crucian carp he had caught. If it was boiled together with the previous two small crucian carps, it could make a fish soup.

"Brother didn't say anything else, and I didn't see any dissatisfaction in his attitude. He also promised me that he wouldn't spread the matter of borrowing grain." Luo Mingshi picked up the fishing hook and stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, give me a earthworm." Upon hearing this, Yang Yuanzu gave him one.

"It's good to have something to eat at this time. Is there anyone who would complain that white rice is not tasty?" And the rice they gave was only refined rice.

"That's hard to say." Yang Yuanzu threw the fishing line into the pond. "Do you think a person who is used to a good life will get used to eating plain porridge every day?"

Human beings like to compare themselves with others. Maybe it is just an unconscious comparison, but the sense of gap after the comparison will bring about an emotional reaction in oneself. If one lives better than others, one will feel proud, satisfied or other emotions in his heart; if one lives worse than others, one may comfort himself or feel dissatisfied. Human emotions are changeable and no one can predict for sure.

Yang Yuanzu recognized the character of the arithmetic official, so he gave him a bag of fine rice and did not say anything final, such as asking him not to borrow rice again.

Luo Mingshi thought about what Yang Yuanzu said, and put himself in his shoes. If he had to eat brown rice and bran for every meal and still felt unfulfilled, and his neighbors ate greasy meat every day to constantly stimulate him, he would definitely become dissatisfied after living that way for too long.

Tiger Boy was listening in confusion, not really understanding what the adults meant. He only knew that they were discussing rice porridge. Tiger Boy did not like rice porridge at all, as it would make him wet the bed easily at night.

Several people fished for an entire afternoon. Except for the grass carp caught at the beginning, all they caught afterwards were crucian carp. Yang Yuanzu guessed that it must be a problem with the bait. They could try other baits next time.

Several people squatted around the wooden basin, discussing how to eat the fish.

"How about making some soup? It's good for the spleen and stomach and is perfect for patients like you."

"But I think fried crucian carp tastes better. I have never eaten fried crucian carp at home!" When Yang Yuanzu was in his hometown, he passed by Uncle Yang's house once. Uncle Yang gave him a fried crucian carp, which he thought was very delicious. Today there happened to be a dozen crucian carps, so he wanted to try it.

"Tiger Boy wants to eat fried crucian carp, too!"

"Your teeth are not good enough to chew fish bones, and your throat is too thin to eat." Then he said to Yang Yuanzu: "Brother, you are still recovering from your injuries and cannot eat fried food."

"Then Tiger Boy will eat boiled crucian carp!"

"Why not boil half and steam the other half?" Yang Yuanzu suggested.

Luo Mingshi counted the crucian carps in the water. There were exactly ten of them, not more or less. It would be good enough to fill his teeth.

So the three of them took the wooden basin to the kitchen. Sister Cai was happy when she heard everyone's request. These three people could cook such a large number of fish in various ways, but since they were the host, Sister Cai smiled and did as they were asked.

After it was cooked, the three of them finished the crucian carp in the kitchen on the spot. Hu Wa ate all the fish soup, Luo Mingshi ate the meat in the soup, and Yang Yuanzu ate the fried fish, and also gave Luo Mingshi a small fried fish.

The fish was cooked by Sister Cai, and Yang Yuanzu also gave Sister Cai a share of it on the spot.

When they were having dinner that day, Lin Ting'an and Aunt Chen thought there would be fish dishes on the table, but after looking for a long time, they didn't even see a fish bone. Lin Ting'an asked, "Where is the fish you caught this afternoon?"

"We ate it." Yang Yuanzu picked up a piece of shredded pork with green pepper and said, "There were only a few small fish, not even enough to fill the bottom of the plate, so we ate it."

"Eat alone."

"No, An An, you are wronging me." Yang Yuanzu remembered that he couldn't discuss right and wrong with his wife, so he said, "I will continue to drop tomorrow. I have experience now and I will definitely drop more tomorrow!"

Lin Ting'an didn't dwell on these topics after hearing this. Seeing the dishes Yang Yuanzu picked, he couldn't help but say, "I noticed that your taste has become heavier recently. Why do you always eat these spicy foods?"

Yang Yuanzu spread his hands and said, "I've been craving something spicy lately. I used to like spicy food."

Although Yang Yuanzu also liked spicy food before, he didn’t want to eat spicy food for every meal like he does now. Lin Ting’an guessed that it was because he was recuperating from an injury some time ago and couldn’t eat anything, which made him feel suffocated.

"Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so you should eat less of these." Lin Ting'an suggested, and then moved the spicy dishes in front of himself.

Aunt Chen chimed in, feeding Hu Wa and saying, "Yes, son, you should listen to An An. Doctor Luo has already said that you can't eat spicy and greasy food."

Yang Yuanzu was speechless. If I can't eat it, why are you making it?

Yang Yuanzu can't eat spicy food, but Lin Ting'an and Aunt Chen enjoy eating spicy food.

At night, Yang Yuanzu lay in bed, trying to figure out who shot him with an arrow that day. He had always been honest and low-key in the palace, so it was unlikely that he had offended anyone.

Could it be that someone on patrol happened to see it and shot an arrow at it?

After Lin Ting'an finished taking care of his skin, he lay down in his own special seat as usual.

Yang Yuanzu was injured during this period, so Lin Ting'an no longer asked Yang Yuanzu to read him bedtime stories.

After being quiet for a while, Changjing City became noisy again. Yang Yuanzu and his wife were awakened by the barking of dogs in the middle of the night.

The two of them lay on the bed with dark circles under their eyes. When would this day end? Whoever it is, please sit on the throne as soon as possible so that they can have some peace and quiet for a while!

The servants on night duty at home were armed and following the orders of the guards, they defended the yard to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to rob.

Their inner city is fine, as it is inhabited by dignitaries or wealthy families, and all their homes have armed guards, so ordinary people don't dare to challenge the inner city.