The poor man grows watermelon

While Su Ye was cooking candied haws, Yu Feng led the villagers to plant spicy cabbage and water radish.

In fact, in terms of season, it is a little late for planting at this time, but this year's climate is abnormal, the weather is cold late, and the precipitation is not enough. There is not a single grain of snow until the beginning of winter.

Fortunately, it is winter, and winter wheat is the most planted in the field, which requires less water. In addition to wheat and garlic, the Yujia Village farm can be irrigated with ditches.

Su Ye deliberately set aside ten mu of land for growing vegetables. In addition to providing food for the winter, all the rest will be made into pickles and sent to the palace.

Yes, since the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Yujiacun Pickle Shop has officially become the "supplier" of pickles for the palace.

Especially the empress dowager, who likes the moderately salty and sweet taste of Yujiacun pickles the most. Although the imperial dining room also got pickle recipes, the taste of the finished product is not the same as that of Yujiacun.

After thinking about it, Su Ye could only attribute it to the water and soil of Yujia Village.

Not to mention that Aunt Su Hua and the others are not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and they push the water truck to collect mountain spring water every time. The soil quality of Yujia Village-the yellow land on the alluvial plain, the vegetables grown will always be somewhat different !

The hybrid seeds of spicy cabbage and cabbage were also planted in the experimental field. Su Ye didn't know whether cabbage would grow in the end, so he could only say, try your luck!

At the same time, Huo Da also came to the capital with a sugar-making recipe.

With a piece of sweet rock candy in his mouth, Xiao Heng sat on the steps without any image.

Huo Da sat cross-legged across from him, frowning as he looked at the thin paper in his hand.

After reading a few lines, he threw it aside and said disdainfully: "I don't know what a good thing it is, isn't it just a broken sugar recipe, and it's sealed so I can't see it, cut it!"

Xiao Heng quickly picked it up, sucked it up and said, "This is not a 'broken sugar recipe'. If you can really make this quality sugar, just sell it to neighboring countries, and you will have money for the Construction Palace."

Huo Da curled his lips, still snorting—anyway, he just felt a depressed feeling of being excluded.

Xiao Heng glanced at him, and said with a smile: "You don't know good people. They specially sealed the prescription to get you out of this matter. If you don't accept it, don't say it. Sulking here."

Huo Da couldn't figure it out, "Isn't it just a sugar recipe, what else can I choose?"

Xiao Heng shook his head and guessed: "Maybe there are other things, your brother doesn't want to involve you."

Huo Da frowned, "What could be the matter?"

Xiao Heng turned over another page, pointed to a line of words on it, and pondered: "Do you think the mystery will appear here?"

Huo Da took a look, "Seventh and eighth peaks? I have been there, and there are indeed many hawthorn trees growing there, and there seems to be no problem."

"Have you searched with someone?"

"I didn't search carefully, so I turned around."

Xiao Heng crushed the candy with a "crack", chewed and said, "I don't buy it in the morning and I don't buy it in the evening, but I bought it when I was in Qingshan. I always feel that Su Ye's purpose is not simple."

Huo Da nodded sincerely, "Indeed, that Shuang'er is better than a man, maybe he thought of a good way to make money."

Xiao Heng clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "If it's really a money-making business, things would be easier."

Huo Da raised his eyebrows, not knowing why.

The two brothers were talking, when they heard a "squeak", the heavy hall door was pushed open, and a tall man in a suit of armor approached step by step from outside the hall against the light.

Xiao Heng turned his head to look, and there was a smile on his face, "Isn't Xiu Mu today, why did you come here?"

Seeing his appearance, the other party not only was not infected by his smile, but frowned, and said in a serious voice, "The wind and cold are just right, why are you sitting on the ground again?"

Before Xiao Heng could speak, Huo Da retorted angrily: "Cousin is not a weak little lady, what's wrong with sitting on the floor, it's your turn to point fingers?"

Fan Ming ignored him, pulled Heng Xiao up expressionlessly, and put him on the soft couch like a chicken.

Xiao Heng was always smiling, rubbed on the cushions, found a comfortable position, and asked again: "Come here at this hour, does Prime Minister Fan have any instructions?"

Fan Ming shook his head, "It's not my father, it's Master Min." As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Heng.

Fan Ming's body temperature was still on the light yellow letter paper, Xiao Heng squeezed it, and then opened it.

Min Hang wrote a full three pages, and the more Xiao Heng looked at it, the bigger the smile on his face, and finally, he couldn't help sighing: "Min Qing really has a good literary talent, it makes me hungry."

Huo Da asked curiously, "What was written in the letter?"

Xiao Heng smacked his lips, "Candied haws, a delicious food that is sour and sweet, crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside."

Huo Da chuckled, "I have."

Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows, "Su Ye just made it, when did you eat it?"

Huo Da shook his head, "Although the one I ate was not called 'sugar haws', it was crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, sweet and sour, delicious and appetizing."

Xiao Heng squinted his eyes, "Speaking of which, I just saw in Su Ye's letter that besides white sugar and rock sugar, he also asked you to bring a 'snowball'—where are things?"

Huo Da smacked his lips, "Eat it!"

Xiao Heng kicked him angrily, "Don't even say to keep two for me, even one is fine!"

Huo Da raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "One is not enough for you. In order not to let you eat the last meal and think about the next meal, I will share the worries for your majesty and eat them all."

"Fuck you!" Xiao Heng kicked over.

Huo Da rolled on the spot and dodged deftly.

Holding the letter paper, Xiao Heng slumped on the soft couch, and read unwillingly: "I really want to taste something that can make even Min Qing full of praise!"

Fan Ming said in a deep voice: "If Xiaoheng wants to eat, tomorrow I will ask someone to go to Yujia Village to get it."

Xiao Heng rolled his eyes and showed a sly smile, "No, when I sell the mountain to Su Ye, he will definitely send me a car."

Huo Da was stunned, and couldn't help asking: "You really want to sell it? Are you not afraid that he has some conspiracy?"

Xiao Heng shook his head, and said nonchalantly: "Su Ye is so smart, if he really has a conspiracy, even if I don't sell the mountain to him, he will definitely think of other ways. Instead of doing this, it's better to get a good relationship."

Huo Da rolled his eyes, he had to be impressed by his cousin's logic.

Fan Ming frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Look for yourself!" Xiao Heng stuffed Tang Zhi Fang Zi and Su Ye's letter into his arms.

While Fan Ming was reading the letter, Xiao Heng chatted to Huo Da like gossip, "Speaking of which, Min Qing's letter seems to be a good word for Su Ye."

Huo Da didn't answer, and reached out to take a ripe persimmon from the silver tray, and ate it happily.

Xiao Heng saw that he was eating well, so he picked one himself, and ate it with his head down.

Fan Ming read the letter quickly, and when he looked up, he saw the two brothers eating persimmons facing each other, with yellow juice sticking to the corners of their mouths and nose tips, like cats.

The Bingshan General's expression was broken for a moment.

Xiao Heng looked at him and asked proactively, "Did you find anything?"

Fan Ming collected himself, and said in a deep voice, "These two mountain peaks may contain a mystery."

Xiao Heng smiled, "You think so too? I told Dazi just now."

Fan Ming pursed his lips, and said slowly: "At the Battle of Nanshan, I was rescued by Lord Su. When I woke up, I was in a valley with a strange scenery. I think it was Lord Su's private land."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Xiao Heng's eyes flashed with pain, and he said sullenly: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Fan Ming held his hand and said, "Because it involves Lord Su's personal affairs, I have no intention of inquiring about it for many years. Now that I think about it, could that valley be in Bajiao Mountain?"

Xiao Heng was stunned, "Don't say it, it's really possible. You see, Su Ye escaped from the Hou's Mansion, he didn't go far away, he didn't go close, but he just hid in Yujia Village..."

Huo Da frowned, "How do I remember, it was Fengzi who took him back on his own initiative?"

Xiao Heng rolled his eyes at him, "A beauty trick, idiot."

Huo Da choked, suddenly speechless.

Fan Ming said in a deep voice: "Master Su is famous for his life, even if he left suddenly, thinking about it, he would leave some means for his only son to save his life."

Xiao Heng looked at the letter on the couch, pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "Since it is a means to save your life, it would be bad if I blocked his way. What's more, Lord Su also saved your life, I always I have to repay this favor."

Fan Ming's heart moved, and he reminded: "It would be fine if there were only gold and silver items in the valley, but what if they were private soldiers?"

Xiao Heng shook his head, "Private soldiers are private soldiers, our world is fought down inch by inch, if someone comes to grab it, it's a big deal to fight again!"

Fan Ming looked at the other party's confident appearance, and the corners of his cold lips curled up rarely.

Xiao Heng kicked Huo Da, "Hey, if there is a fight, who are you targeting?"

Huo Da threw the persimmon skin on his face unceremoniously, and said with a sneer, "You man has brains, so do you? He has a house and land and lives well. Only fools come to the capital to work hard!"

Xiao Heng fell down on the couch with an "Aww"—wasn't he just exhausted!

How can it be compared to others, where you want to go, where you want to eat, what you want to eat, and you can pickle pickles and skewers of candied haws when you are free!

"I also want to go to the countryside to buy land and build a house, and become a landlord, woooo~~~" Xiao Heng hugged Fan Ming's waist, closed his eyes and pretended to cry.

Fan Ming hugged his sweetheart's body, the corners of his mouth raised high.

Huo Da turned his face away, out of sight.

-

Xiao Heng's will to bestow the mountain is still on the way, and Su Ye and Yu Feng are being led by Shao Ping into Bazhuo Mountain.

The winter moon is approaching, and thousands of trees are withered. There are scattered red fruits hanging on the bare branches, and more of them fall on the ground. There is a red patch under each tree.

Su Ye shook her head, "What a pity."

Shao Ping said with a smile: "Usually, these fruits would be picked up by the firewood villagers before they were fully ripe. This year, because of Xiao Ye, everyone has work to do, money to take, and food for the family is enough. stomach, there are not many people who take the risk to enter the mountain.”

Su Ye smiled, somewhat embarrassed.

Shao Ping pointed to a bush in front of him and said, "Passing that pepper grove is the Seventh Peak."

Su Ye's eyes flashed, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Are those pepper trees? Why are there so many?"

Shao Ping smiled, "In order to prevent the villagers from entering by mistake, I planted it on purpose."

Su Ye smiled, "It's a coincidence."

Yu Feng squeezed his hand, and asked in a warm voice: "Is Xiao Yezi tired, do you want to take a break?"

Su Ye said amusedly: "If you rest again, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk until dark."

Yu Feng said seriously: "Don't force yourself on the little page, even at night, we can still spend the night in Uncle Su's house."

Su Ye nodded, feeling ashamed at the same time.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of exercise during this period, his body seemed to have weakened, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps, no wonder Yu Fengfeng was worried.

Well... I need to make a fitness plan later, for those who care, to farm healthily for 50 years!