Farming in another world to make a fortune

Jin Chuan and Mrs. Chen came back from the town and just entered the village when they heard someone yelling that their house had caught a thief.

He exchanged glances with Aunt Chen and Aunt Chen, and tacitly quickened his pace.

Among the people who came back with them, someone hurriedly said: "Go back quickly and see if there is anything missing."

There was also that unresponsive question: "Didn't it mean that Yu Zhou and the others went to do other things?"

Just when he said this, he was stared back by the people in the same industry.

When Jin Chuan and the three of the Chen family were about to walk to the door, they saw an orange fire in their yard, which was very obvious in the dark night, but it didn't look like it had gone off fire.

Aunt Chen is getting older, and her eyesight at night is worse than that of young people. After squinting for a while, she asked, "What's the matter with the light?"

Jin Chuan didn't even need to think about it, but he knew that the fire must have been made by his husband, so he said with a smile: "It should be because they have nothing to do at home. We'll find out when we go back."

Seeing his relaxed manner, Aunt Chen still felt uneasy, she pondered for a while and said, "Let's go faster."

As a result, the four of them went to the entrance of the yard and opened the door, and saw a raging bonfire burning in the empty yard. Yu Zhou, father and son of the Chen family sat around the fire with a chair, and a long strip was placed beside the chair. A stool with three small wine glasses on it.

Except for Jin Chuan, the three members of the Chen family were all stunned. After a while, Aunt Chen said in a daze, "Didn't the people in the village say that you caught a thief? Why... are you still drinking?"

"Lizheng and the others locked up the thieves in the ancestral hall." Uncle Chen got up quickly and helped Aunt Chen to sit in his original seat. "We waited for a long time, but we didn't see you coming back, so we brought out a jug of wine Drink and wait."

Yu Zhou and Chen Feng moved a few more chairs and placed them around the fire.

After Jin Chuan put down the things he bought at the Lantern Festival, he sat down beside Yu Zhou.

While he was sitting down, Yu Zhou gently squeezed Jin Chuan's hand under the cover of his sleeve, "Isn't it cold on the road?"

Jin Chuan withdrew his hand abruptly, shook his head and said, "I've been walking, it's not cold."

The Chen family is all there, and everyone is sitting in a circle. Although their little action just now is secretive, it can't escape the eyes of Aunt Chen and Aunt Chen.

Although they didn't say anything, Jin Chuan still looked away uncomfortably. After scanning the yard aimlessly, his gaze finally landed on the empty bamboo pole under the eaves for a moment, and then he looked back. Yu Zhou, "Are those sweet potatoes in the fire?"

Hearing this, Yu Zhou showed another expression of my husband's smartness, and then he pulled out a few soft baked sweet potatoes from the ashes with a stick, and pressed them one by one with his fingers to make sure they were all ripe, and then picked them up from the ground. Roll a few over and give them to the Chen family on the other side.

And explained: "I have spread the seeds of itchy weed on these few hanging sweet potatoes, so I don't have to deal with it quickly. If it mixes with other sweet potatoes, it will be a big trouble."

Hearing this, Xiaojuan shrank her hand that was reaching out to take the sweet potato, and then sat upright, pretending that nothing had happened, and the roasted sweet potato at her feet did not exist.

"The seeds of the itchyweed were burned in the fire," Yu Zhou laughed, "If you don't believe me, look at your brother, he has already eaten several sweet potatoes."

After speaking, he picked up the only sweet potato on the ground that hadn't rolled with the Chen family, and after gently patting off the ashes on the ground, he broke off a piece and handed it to Jin Chuan, "It's still a little hot, eat it slowly."

Jin Chuan took it with a 'huh', and carefully took a bite of the steaming potato core. The soft and sweet taste, and the slightly hot temperature made the pores of the person who just came back from the cold wind feel so comfortable. Opened up.

Several members of the Chen family also ate very happily.

After eating a sweet potato, Aunt Chen took out the melon seeds bought at the Lantern Festival, grabbed a handful of melon seeds while chatting, and asked about the details of catching the thief.

Chen Feng has always talked a lot, let alone something worth showing off like catching a thief, he can't stop talking.

Before I knew it, it was the climax of the moon, Xiaojuan had already fallen asleep in Aunt Chen's arms, and Aunt Chen also dozed off.

Only Chen Feng still ventured a sentence or two from time to time.

Uncle Chen glanced at the few drops of wine left in the glass, and said to Yu Zhou and Chen Feng, "It's getting late, finish this drink and go to bed."

After drinking, Uncle Chen hugged Xiaojuan, Aunt Chen helped Aunt Chen to go out first, and Chen Feng was at the back. After putting the stool and wine glass back to their original positions, he also shook his hands and walked away shaking his head.

Yu Zhou bolted the door, and when he turned around, he saw Jin Chuan picked out a few more sweet potatoes from under the eaves and was burying them in the ashes, so he asked with a smile, "Is this not enough?"

"Aren't you going to pass by Lizheng's house when you go to Mr.'s house for class? When you leave tomorrow morning, bring these roasted sweet potatoes and some food I bought at the Lantern Festival today," Jin Chuan said, "Give it to Li Zheng's family." Little grandson."

Yu Zhou froze for a moment, then nodded in response.

At that time, he only wanted to invite Li Zheng and the others to have a meal, and he was indeed not as careful as Jin Chuan.

Although the thief was caught, Yu Zhou and Chen's family knew that the sweet potatoes that they alone had grown this year were too enviable.

The Chen family is fine, just a few loads of sweet potatoes can fit in the room where Chen Feng sleeps.

But Yu Zhou's house only has a few rooms, and the main room and the side room converted into a study are not easy to pile things up. The main room can accommodate some, but not all of them.

In the end, Yu Zhou and Jin Chuan thought about it, and took advantage of the good weather recently to deal with everything that could be dealt with.

The first is the dried sweet potatoes. About one-third of the sweet potatoes they grow are mixed with yellow hearts. This kind of dried sweet potatoes will be much more beautiful.

Jin Chuan steamed it in four large pots with good-looking ones. After cooling, he cut them into small strips with a knife and placed them on a dustpan to dry. It can be stored for a long time.

Compared with dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato flour is much more troublesome.

Without a machine, it takes a lot of effort just to crush the sweet potatoes.

The tool for scraping sweet potatoes was custom-made by Yu Zhou in the blacksmith shop. It is a thin layer of iron plate. After the holes are filled with an awl, the other side will have sharp and irregular edges, which are just right for rubbing sweet potato flour.

After the sweet potatoes are grated into powder, they are used for washing powder. Yu Zhou’s family made a lot of sweet potato powder. Not only did they use all their own pots and pans, but even the big wooden barrels used for killing pigs and bean curd in the houses of people with good relations in the village were used. He borrowed it.

Five or six days later, still with the help of the Chen family, the sweet potatoes that Yu Zhou's family piled up like a hill were finally turned into sweet potato starch, except for the ones reserved for eating in winter and planting next year.

In the end, it was nearly [-] catties after drying.

But this one doesn't take up much space, and there are only three bags in a plastic bag.

Most of them, Yu Zhou, planned to make sweet potato flour when he was free.

The busy green in winter is different from the other three seasons, it always has a leisurely feeling.

Before I knew it, it entered the twelfth lunar month, and all the dead leaves on the branches had fallen. When I woke up, the world was covered with snow.

Yu Zhou woke up as usual, seeing that the direction of the window was brighter than usual, his heart moved.

Trembling, he got off the bed lightly, dressed faster than usual, and left the main room.

When he was in the main room, he opened the door and saw that it was snowing, a thick layer, judging from the height of the edge of the well in the yard, at least below the ankles.

After staring at the door for a while, Yu Zhou retreated, closed the door, went to the stove to boil water for washing, burned a pot of charcoal, and sent it to the main room, where he hung up Jinchuan's clothes. On the side of the charcoal basin.

In this way, when Jin Chuan wakes up later, the temperature in the house will be higher and the clothes will be warmer.

It's just that after Yu Zhou sat by the stove and read a book for a while, he couldn't sit still.

It's not cold, but thinking about the spotless snow outside the house.

After pondering for a while, he finally chose to put down his book and exit the main room.

When Jin Chuan got up, he saw that his husband had already cleared out the two gravel roads leading to the outside of the yard and to the vegetable garden, but the two snowballs that rolled out like rolled quilts were not pushed outside the door , but turned into two snowmen standing in the yard.

And his husband is using wooden sticks to make facial features for the snowman.

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness and Yu Zhou's hands that were red from the cold, Jin Chuan couldn't help shivering, "Aren't you... not cold?"

"It's not cold," Yu Zhou turned around and smiled, "And it will be fine soon."

After standing there for a while, Jin Chuan shook his head and went to take a shower. He felt cold even if he took a second look at Xue.

For breakfast, he ate warm vegetable porridge and boiled eggs. Jin Chuan sipped the porridge and discussed with Yu Zhou, "Let's treat Chen's family to dinner tonight."

"Okay." Yu Zhou naturally had no objection, the first snow of this year, with the habits of the two of them, they will definitely cook some delicious food to celebrate.

Both of them are good cooks, and now they are not short of money. Every time they cook, they always cook too much by accident, and then they can't finish one meal, and the next few meals are leftovers.

There are many Chen family members, if they are invited, there is no need to worry about the problem of running out of food, and more people eat more lively.

Yu Zhou thought for a while and then said: "Don't make it too much trouble, isn't there still a few cured ribs in the stove, I will kill a chicken when I come back in the afternoon, and stew it with the ribs, using the pot I ordered earlier With the charcoal stove, eat while cooking, and then wash some vegetables, and put the vegetables after eating the meat."

Jin Chuan had exactly this intention. When Yu Zhou brought the pot back, they cooked something to eat once. Seeing the snow falling today, he thought of the pot again.

The dishes stewed in one pot are quite easy to make, and the weather is cold, so Yu Zhou didn't ask Jin Chuan to pick and wash the vegetables.

It gets dark early in winter, so Jin Chuan went to invite the members of the Chen family early in the afternoon.

The two families are always happy when they get together for dinner. Even in the morning when Jin Chuan went to tell Aunt Chen that they would have dinner together in the evening, the Chen family was very happy.

But when the people came over, although they tried their best to hide their emotions, even Xiaojuan could not hide the sadness on her face.