The place where my heart goes to farming

When Cen Le returned to the agreed place, Mu Chen had already arrived first.

Because he was worried about Cen Le, Mu Chen had been absent-minded when he was working today, and barely survived until [-]:[-], he greeted the foreman, settled the day's wages, and left in a hurry.

While waiting for Cen Le, Mu Chen's expression was very serious, without any expression on his face, coupled with his height and figure, the pedestrians passing by couldn't avoid him, and there was no one within ten steps around him. .

Mu Chen's expression didn't relax until he saw Cen Le appear.

Mu Chen walked towards Cen Le quickly, and after seeing the oil, rice, salt and other things in the back basket, he knew that Cen Le should go to the pawnshop to pawn things, sighed softly, and said, "You don't need to waste money buying these , I will buy it."

Cen Le carried a basket full of things on his back and walked for about a stick of incense. Although it was the twelfth lunar month, he was still sweating on his forehead. After he recovered his breath, he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead , then gestured and said: "It's not a waste, I also want to eat."

Mu Chen took a deep look at Cen Le, and said nothing, "I'll recite it."

Saying that, without waiting for Cen Le to respond, he directly reached out and took the pannier, and carried it behind his back.

After the basket was taken away, the weight on his shoulders disappeared, and Cen Le felt relieved all of a sudden. He rubbed his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mu Chen: "Thank you."

After a while, he said again: "When you get out of the city, let me recite it instead. We will take turns to recite it back."

Mu Chen shook his head: "It's nothing, I'll do it, the things are not heavy."

Mu Chen is a hunter, and he always does physical work. He has great strength. It is no problem to carry two or three hundred catties of prey by himself, so this weight is not a big deal. It is very easy for him, just like nothing. .

Looking at Mu Chen, Cen Le still wanted to say something, but before he raised his hand, Mu Chen said again: "Go back, otherwise it will be too late in the village."

The days in winter are relatively short, and the sky will gradually darken at the time of You, so everyone starts to leave the city one after another at this time.

Cen Le saw that Mu Chen had recited it easily, so she nodded and did not continue the previous topic.

The two walked towards the city gate together.

As people left the city, Cen Le remembered his way of making money, and asked, "Are you going to come to the city tomorrow?"

"Yes." Mu Chen replied.

"Can I come with you?" It's not difficult to make jewelry. He can make four or five pieces in the evening. Tomorrow he wants to go to the city and try to sell them to see if this method can work. If it doesn't work, he will have to think about ways to make money again.

Mu Chen glanced at Cen Le, but did not refuse.

Seeing this, Cen Le laughed.

It will take half an hour to go back to Taohua Village, but Cen Le is basically walking today, and he hardly sits down to rest his feet. In addition, his foot injury happened not long ago, so gradually, his walking speed slowed down. He got down and fell behind Mu Chen by a large margin.

Noticing that Cen Le didn't keep up with him, Mu Chen stopped and turned to look at Cen Le. Seeing Cen Le's frowning and uncomfortable appearance, he thought that Cen Le's foot injury had recurred, so he walked back quickly In front of Cen Le, he asked with concern: "What's wrong? But your feet are uncomfortable?"

After a pause, he said again: "I'll carry you on my back. I'll find a doctor to show you when I get back to the village."

Hearing this, Cen Le quickly waved his hands, "No need, I can go."

Smiling, he said again: "My feet are fine, but I walked a lot today, and now I feel tired, just walk slowly."

Mu Chen frowned, he stared at Cen Le, and after a long while, he nodded slightly, not forcefully carrying Cen Le on his back.

For the rest of the journey, the two slowed down, stopped and walked, and finally returned to the village before the sky darkened.

Persisting and walking home, Cen Le really reached his limit, so he sat down on the stool as soon as he entered the main room.

Mu Chen was not tired, so he put down the basket, picked out the rice, oil, salt and other seasonings in it, put it in the kitchen, then went to the yard to fetch a bucket of water to burn, and then returned to the main room, "I boiled the water, wait When the water boils, you will feel more comfortable soaking your feet.”

Cen Le expressed his thanks in sign language: "Thank you, I will trouble you."

"Nothing." Mu Chen said.

The water boiled quickly, Mu Chen poured the hot water into the wooden basin, added some well water, neutralized the temperature, and brought it to Cen Le.

After Cen Le thanked Mu Chen, he put his feet into the water, and the hot water covered his feet, instantly relieving the soreness.

Mu Chen poured out a basin himself, and sat with Cen Le to soak his feet.

After soaking for a while, Mu Chen wiped his feet, put on his shoes and stood up: "You rest for a while, I'll go to light the fire and cook."

Hearing this, Cen Le remembered the pound of prawns he weighed when he met the fish seller, so he also stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Your feet?" Mu Chen looked at him worriedly.

Cen Le smiled and gestured: "It's okay, after soaking in hot water for a while, it's better now."

Eventually, the two went to the kitchen together.

Cen Le picked up the prawns on the ground, carried the prawns to the yard, fetched a bucket of water from the well, and dumped them in.

The prawns are still alive, jumping around in the water.

Cen Le washed the prawns, trimmed their whiskers, removed the threads from the back of the prawns, and neatly stacked the prawns on the plate.

Back in the kitchen, Cen Le washed and chopped the peppers he bought, and put them aside for later use.

At this time, Mu Chen was putting the washed rice into the pot. When he saw the peppers Cen Le had cut, he recalled the incident of being scorched by peppers when he was a child, and couldn't help frowning, and asked a little puzzled: "What are you doing with that pepper? It's very pungent."

Cen Le smiled mysteriously, "You will know in a while."

When Cen Le was buying chili peppers, he learned from the shopkeeper that, except for Sichuan, people in other places in Dayan seldom eat spicy food. He guessed that Mu Chen probably didn't like it either, so Cen Le didn't talk to Mu Chen at this time. There are too many explanations, he is ready to let Mu Chen taste it when he is ready.

Mu Chen was taken aback by Cen Le's agile appearance, and then his expression relaxed, and he replied, "Okay."

After chopping up the onion, ginger and garlic, Cen Le is ready to cook. What he is going to make is a Sichuan dish, spicy shrimp.

Before the oil was poured into the pot, he looked back at Mu Chen again, and reminded: "It will be a bit choking later, do you want to go out and wait?"

Looking at Cen Le's smiling eyes, Mu Chen couldn't help but curled up his lips, he didn't try to be pushy: "Well, then I'll go out first."

He was choked by the spicy taste, and it was enough to experience that feeling once, and he really didn't want to do it a second time.

After Mu Chen left, Cen Le started cooking spicy shrimp.

There are many ways to make spicy shrimp. Because Cen Le loves to eat it, he studied it before, and finally found a home-cooked method that he thinks is the simplest. It doesn't need too much seasoning, and the taste is authentic enough.

In front of the stove, the pot was already heated up. Cen Le probed the temperature, then added oil to the pot, added chili and Chinese prickly ash and sautéed it until fragrant, then added the onion, ginger and garlic together, and waited for the flavor of these seasonings When all came out, he poured the prepared shrimp into the pot, added a little Shaoxing wine, soy sauce, and seasoned with salt, and finally stir-fried for a while, and a dish of spicy shrimp came out of the pot.

At the same time, Mu Chen's steamed rice was cooked.

A dish of spicy shrimp, a plate of seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of rice for each person. This is their dinner. Although it is still simple, it is much better than the previous rice porridge with pickles.

At the dinner table, Cen Le saw that Mu Chen only ate green vegetables and didn't taste any shrimp, so he took the initiative to put a shrimp into Mu Chen's bowl, and told him with a smile, "Try it, this chili is just more pungent when fried. , giving people the illusion that it will be very spicy, but in fact it is not very spicy.”

Mu Chen was still a little hesitant looking at the shrimp in the bowl when he was so hot when he was a child, but when he raised his head and found that Cen Le's eyes were bright and full of expectation, did he not refuse? Shrimp tried a bite.

Finding that the taste in the mouth was not as pungent and spicy as imagined, but fresh and fragrant, Mu Chen couldn't help but relax, and took another big mouthful of rice.

Seeing that Mu Chen didn't feel bad, Cen Le couldn't help laughing, he picked up another shrimp for Mu Chen, then lowered his head, and started to eat it himself.

After dinner, Cen Le sat in the main room, took out the jade beads and ropes he bought, and began to weave jewelry by the kerosene lamp.

"What are you doing?" Mu Chen pointed to the rope in Cen Le's hand and asked curiously.

"Weave some jewelry and sell them in the city tomorrow." Living together, Cen Le did not hide from Mu Chen, he told Mu Chen his thoughts concisely.

Mu Chen has lived for 27 years and has never seen jewelry made of rope, so he can't help wondering: "Will anyone buy it?"

"If it's done beautifully and uniquely, someone will like it." Cen Le put down the half-woven hand rope, smiled again, and gestured slowly: "I don't have enough strength to do heavy work, and I can't Talking, no one would want a dumb person, so if I know some crafts, I just try everything, and I can always find a way to make money."

Mu Chen couldn't deny Cen Le's thoughts, so he was silent for a while, and said, "If you need help, just let me know."

Hearing this, Cen Le smiled, and he nodded vigorously.

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