Farming in another world to make a fortune

What flowers and plants would he like to embroider?

Yu Zhou thought of a certain possibility, and his heart moved.

But it was quickly denied by him. How could it be what he thought? Now that he is doing farm work alone, he doesn't need such things as sachets and handkerchiefs.

Besides, given their current economic conditions, the embroidered handkerchiefs and sachets should be exchanged for money.

It's just that he didn't know whether it was due to his own thoughts that he didn't realize or something else. Under Jin Chuan's waiting gaze, Yu Zhou expressed all his preferences: "If it were me, I should choose Peach Blossom."

He hasn't told anyone about this preference before, mainly because peach blossoms are too common, and he is a big man, and he likes peach blossoms, which always feels a bit weird.

But he just likes the bustling feeling when the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

In front of his former home, there was a tall peach tree. Whenever the peach blossoms bloomed when he was a child, he would try his best to collect the fallen petals, and then asked his grandma to make peach blossom cakes for him.

Although I later learned that the peach blossoms he had collected were not in the peach blossom cakes, I never forgot that feeling.

It's a pity that after he left his hometown to go to college, the peach tree in front of the door died for some reason, and his grandma and the others were all gone when he was in high school.

"Peach Blossom..." Jin Chuan nodded thoughtfully, and was about to leave.

Yu Zhou came back to his senses and hurriedly called him: "That's just my preference. If you sell embroidery, I think plum blossoms, peonies, or orchids will be more popular."

"Okay." Jin Chuan nodded with a smile, and retreated with a grateful expression.

Yu Zhou couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, and when he looked back at the notebook on the table to be copied, he suddenly felt that he didn't have to rush to use it every minute.

He stood up and looked at the position of the sun's shadow under the eaves, then got up and went to the kitchen.

The big bones bought today need to be stewed for a while before the nutrition comes out, and the pork liver must be soaked in advance.

Jin Chuan is busy embroidering things, so let him do it.

When he was at the butcher shop before, Yu Zhou asked the butcher to help chop the bones into small pieces. He boiled some warm water to wash the bones twice, then threw them into the pot and added enough water to stew the soup.

It's a pity that there is no ginger, otherwise, if you add a little fishy, ​​the stewed soup will taste better.

Yu Zhou thought that the next time he went to town, he would ask where he could buy ginger.

When cooking, if you add some ginger and garlic condiments, it will be much more fragrant.

The firepower of the firewood was high, and the water in the pot boiled after a while. After Yu Zhou skimmed off the scum, he removed most of the firewood from the stove, leaving only a small fire to simmer the soup in the pot slowly.

You don't have to watch over the stove all the time, you just need to take a look at it later, and don't let the fire go out.

Then Yu Zhou took out the pork liver from the cupboard, planning to slice it and soak it in water.

He gave up after only one cut.

The knife is really too blunt, the pork liver is cut with a saw, and all the powdery substances in the pork liver are scraped out. I am afraid that after soaking in water later, the basin will be full of pork liver powder.

Yu Zhou took the knife and searched around the kitchen and the yard, but couldn't find the whetstone, so he went to Aunt Chen's house next door.

Uncle Chen saw him coming in with a knife, his usually expressionless face changed, and his voice was not as calm as usual, "Yu Zhou, what are you doing?"

Yu Zhou was startled suddenly, and suddenly realized that it was a bit scary to go to someone else's house with a kitchen knife in such a silent manner, so he quickly explained: "My knife is blunt, and I want to ask my uncle if there is a whetstone at home."

"Yes," Uncle Chen breathed a sigh of relief almost invisible, "Do you know how to grind?"

Yu Zhou was a little embarrassed, "...No."

"Bring it here, I'll grind it for you."

Uncle Chen took the knife and went to grind it under the eaves, and Yu Zhou went to the well to fetch a basin of water and bring it over.

Soon the sound of sharpening the knife sounded in the yard.

Aunt Chen heard the voice coming out of the stove, saw Yu Zhou squatting there watching Uncle Chen sharpen the knife, and said, "Boy Zhou, I heard from your uncle that you bought some pork liver today, do you want me to get some sour peppers for you?" You take it back and fry it together."

"Yes." Yu Zhou replied without even thinking about it. He was worried that there was no ginger garlic cooking wine to remove the fishy smell from the pork liver.

When Aunt Chen brought out the sour peppers, Uncle Chen had already sharpened the knife.

Yu Zhou thanked him, and returned with half a bowl of sour peppers and a shiny knife.

After he got home and quickly cut up the pork liver and soaked it in water, he wanted to clean up the kitchen while he had time.

As a result, after turning around, I found that all the things were placed where they should be placed, neatly arranged, and even the dust inside and outside the cabinet was wiped clean by Jin Chuan.

Yu Zhou couldn't find anything to do, so he just sat by the stove and watched the fire, and at the same time, he let his mind go and thought about all the messy things.

Especially when others misunderstood his relationship with Jin Chuan.

In the end, when the soup was all stewed, he just came up with a natural result.

So he got up to wash the rice and boil it, then put out the soup in a sea bowl, washed the pot and fried the pork liver.

When Yu Zhou was pouring oil into the pot, Jin Chuan ran into the stove in a hurry and saw that he was already cooking, he was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I...didn't notice the time when I was cooking."

Looks like he's done something wrong.

Yu Zhou laughed. Seeing that the oil was almost hot, he poured the chopped sour peppers into the pot, and said with a crackling sound, "If I didn't notice, I didn't notice. Didn't I almost finish it?"

"I..." Jin Chuan opened his mouth.

"Cooking and frying can be done by anyone who has time, and you don't have to do it." Yu Zhou came to a conclusion.

A few days ago when he was working outside, Jin Chuan did all the housework such as washing, cooking, and washing dishes. Now he is copying books at home, and Jin Chuan also needs to embroider things. Naturally, whoever is free can do the housework.

Seeing that Jin Chuan was still standing there in a daze, he said: "Check if the meal is ready, and bring it to the main room when it's ready, the dish will be fried right away, and try my cooking later."

"It must be delicious." Jin Chuan said in a voice that only he could hear.

Although half a catty of pork liver is not much, it is almost a bowl when it is fried with sour peppers. If the two of them save some food, they can save some for the evening.

It's just that Jin Chuan sat at the table with a bowl in his hand and didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

Yu Zhou just picked up two pieces and put them in his bowl: "I tasted it before it came out of the pot, and it was quite delicious. Try it and see if you like it."

After a pause, he continued: "When I go back to town, I'll buy some pork and eat it."

Jin Chuan ate a piece of pork liver that Yu Zhou picked up, took another mouthful of rice, chewed it carefully and swallowed it, and said, "It's delicious."

As he spoke, he looked at Yu Zhou, and said seriously, "I can eat any kind of vegetables, even wild vegetables."

"That can't be done," Yu Zhou said, "My goal is to realize the freedom to eat meat first."

Although Jin Chuan didn't quite understand the meaning of the words "freedom to eat meat", but based on the previous words and Yu Zhou's expression, he guessed that if he wanted to eat meat, he could buy it, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

And secretly decided to seize all the time and quickly embroider more handkerchief sachets.

Of course, the premise is that cooking can no longer be delayed.

After dinner, Jin Chuan rushed to clean up the dishes, but Yu Zhou didn't argue with him, so he washed his hands and went back to the room to copy books.

Set up the story book and the blank book, moisten the pen, and grind the ink. After the ink is ground, the brush has fully absorbed the water.

Only then did Yu Zhou pick up his pen and ink.

It's just that the first character was not written on a blank book, but practiced a dozen or so characters on the paper that the buddy used to wrap these things before, and only after I found the feeling, I officially copied it.

The paper used in the blank book is yellowish in color, and the quality is not particularly good, but the ink absorbs water well, and the written words dry quickly. After one page is finished, there is no need to dry it, and you can continue to write the next page , which saves time.

The only thing that affects the speed of copying is that Yu Zhou is not familiar enough with traditional Chinese characters. Every time he copies a few words, he has to go back and look at how the next few words are written.

But he was careful and not in a hurry. He copied two or three pages without copying a single word wrong.

About an hour later, Yu Zhou stood up and rubbed his stiff neck and shoulders, and counted the number of pages copied and the number of words on each page.

Calculated, he should have copied [-] to [-] words in one hour.

Yu Zhou is quite satisfied with the result, he is not proficient enough now, and after a few more hours of copying, the speed should be faster.

After rubbing his shoulders, he didn't sit down and continue to copy. Instead, he opened the door and walked around the yard. The body is the capital of the revolution, and the level of medicine here is limited. .

When he passed by the door of the side room, he saw that the door was closed tightly, thinking that Jin Chuan had been using his eyes for so long, so he went forward and knocked on the door.

"The door is unlocked." Jin Chuan's voice came from inside.

Yu Zhou pushed open the door, and saw Jin Chuan quickly pulled the embroidery thread twice, then raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Come out for a walk, it's not good for your eyes if you keep staring at embroidery needles."

Jin Chuan was startled, then nodded with a smile, "Okay."

After the two walked around the yard a few times, they went back to their rooms to continue working.

Afterwards, Yu Zhou set the number of pages to be copied, and went out to take a rest every time he finished copying a few pages, and he did not forget to call Jinchuan.

In this way, he stopped writing until the evening light dimmed.

It’s not that he couldn’t see the copied books anymore, but the one thing Yu Zhou regretted the most before crossing was that he became short-sighted. Although the degree is not high, it is often inconvenient.

Now he has a pair of healthy eyes, of course he has to protect them well.

Just like the rest before, Yu Zhou stopped copying books by himself, so he asked Jinchuan next door to stop too.

This time Jin Chuan was not as obedient as before, but held on tight: "It's still early, at least it will be half an hour before you can see completely."

Yu Zhou:! ! !

"Do you still want to embroider until it's completely dark?" Yu Zhou said helplessly, "Do you want your eyes again? Aren't you afraid that in a few years you won't be able to see people standing at the door?"

It's not that Jin Chuan doesn't know that there are many people who do embroidery work, and their eyes have been damaged after a long time, but now he needs to embroider these things urgently, so he hesitates: "But...there is nothing else at home. to do."

Yu Zhou thought of something, and had an idea, "I'm going to pick some wild vegetables, so I don't have to go out to look for vegetables during the day tomorrow."

Hearing this, Jin Chuan really put down the bandage in his hand, "I'll go with you!"