Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

Generally, when people eat pots, they cook them in the pots and then scoop them into iron pots and serve them on the table. When the weather gets colder, Yao Yan has already ordered a copper pot in the town, which is an old-fashioned hot pot. There is a small hole where you can put charcoal in.

The pot surrounds the long tube, and people from all directions can eat it hot.

The old duck soup pot is made from the old duck and then added into the pot.

Eat radishes in winter and eat ginger in summer. Naturally, radishes are the most delicious in this season. Although Yao Yan had something on his mind, when he ate the first piece of radish, he smiled and moved on to the next piece.

Seeing him in a good mood, Zeng Xingzhi, who was observing secretly, was also relieved, "Although this radish is delicious, you can't eat too much, try this old duck," Zeng Xingzhi said in a low voice, while picking up vegetables for Yao Yan .

Yao Yan accepted it happily.

"Mother, grandma, eat quickly, this pot will not be cold, the more you eat, the hotter it will be, and it will warm you up very well," Yao Yan greeted Yao's mother and Yao's grandma.

It was the first time for Yao's mother to eat this kind of pot, and she felt that the taste was very good under the novelty, and she nodded when she heard the words. I got it.

So in front of Grandma Yao was a deliciously stewed duck, steamed egg custard, and short ribs stewed with radish.

She ate with a smile on her face. At her age, eating by herself is better than watching the juniors eat to their heart's content.

After eating, Zeng Xingzhi rolled up his sleeves and went to wash the dishes. Mother Yao and Grandma Yao were used to his insistence, so they didn't stop him.

Just as the two of them gathered around the stove to keep warm, Yao Yan called Yao's mother away.

Walking into Yao Yan's original room, Yao Yan took out 20 taels of silver and handed it to Yao's mother.

Mother Yao's eyes widened, "Where did it come from? Did you give it to me?"

"No," Yao Yan pointed at the main room with a smile, "The blacksmith of the pot bought my recipe and got 50 taels. I kept 30 taels for myself. You can use the 20 taels."

"The pot can be sold for so much money?" Yao's mother was very surprised.

"It's cold today, and there are already a lot of people eating pot. You forgot, the restaurant in our town is just a branch, and there are signboards for that restaurant in the county town and the closed city. That blacksmith knows how to do business better than us."

Yao Yan laughed.

"That's true," Yao's mother accepted the money with ease, and smiled, "I didn't expect my son to be so capable, this money can be used to build a house!"

Yao's house is an old house, and when it rains heavily in summer, it often leaks. In addition, Yao's grandmother is old and can't stand the cold. Yao's mother and Yao Yan have long wanted to build a new house.

"You keep the money, and I will pay for the money to build the house." Yao Yan stopped her thoughts and was very serious. "I don't have many places to use the money now. The green brick house is only the size of our current yard. At most Fifteen taels of silver is enough, and I still have 15 taels left."

Yao's mother was worried, "It's better to keep the money by yourself."

"I have a sense of proportion," Yao Yan pulled Yao's mother to sit down, carefully looked at the other's face, and when he was really happy, he coughed, "Mom, I'm going to say something next, don't you bother?" Happy."

Yao's mother narrowed her eyes and looked at Yao Yan. Yao Yan didn't dare to look at her, her eyes wandered. Seeing this, Yao's mother snorted softly, "Say it, I'll try not to get angry."

Yao Yan scratched his head, always felt that Yao's mother's words were full of danger, but he felt uncomfortable without talking about it, so he whispered, "I had a dream yesterday, dreaming that when I was five or six years old, What a stupid thing to do, mother, I am so old now. You have a confidant by your side, my son and I are also at ease..."

Seeing that Yao's mother's face was getting darker and darker, Yao Yan's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and at the end she had lowered her head, put her hands on her knees obediently, and looked afraid to speak.

Seeing this, Mother Yao let out a sigh of relief, "If it weren't for what your grandma said before, I would have lost my temper with you a long time ago."

"What?" Yao Yan was taken aback.

Mother Yao glared at him, "As soon as I got home, your grandma took me to talk about those past events, and also said that you are sensible now, knowing that I am not easy, and trying to persuade me, I found you looking at me from time to time while eating , from this point of view, you are really confirmed by your grandma."

"Ahem, don't you think that I was too ignorant and delayed you for so many years? Did you know that Uncle Zhang was ill, and it was quite serious."

When Yao Yan said this, he looked at Yao's mother's expression.

Yao's mother was really startled, "Why should he be like this, he is already so old..."

"It's because of my age that I feel that I should cherish each other more. I can trust Uncle Zhang," Yao Yan gritted his teeth, "but he dares to treat you badly, and my son and I will definitely not let him go." !"

Mother Yao chuckled, gave Yao Yan a slap, and held back her smile, "Let's talk about it later, I really don't have that kind of thought. I've seen this man a lot, but I feel quite comfortable alone."

Feeling that Yao's mother has a door here, after Yao Yan and Zeng Xingzhi returned home, Yao Yan mentioned that Ming'er went to Uncle Zhang's house in the name of collecting sweet potatoes.

"You don't want to go, stay at home, I'm going to test it out, and I'll cook you roasted sweet potatoes when I come back!"

Nestled in Zeng Xingzhi's warm arms, Yao Yan yawned as he spoke.

Seeing this, Zeng Xingzhi hugged him tightly, "Okay, listen to you."

He couldn't say no to the person in his arms.

So the next day, after Yao Yan and Zeng Xingzhi had breakfast, he put on his back basket, picked up a hoe and went to Uncle Zhang's house.

Uncle Zhang had already had breakfast, and was currently tending the small vegetable field next to the yard. Seeing Yao Yan's attire, he said with a smile, "Come dig sweet potatoes?"

"No," Yao Yanyang laughed, seeing that Uncle Zhang's complexion improved a lot, and he was also happy, "How is Uncle Zhang's health?"

"Doctor Zeng's medicine," Uncle Zhang gave a thumbs up, "it works very well!"

Knowing that Yao Yan was here to dig sweet potatoes, Uncle Zhang hoeed the weeds in the small vegetable field in twos and twos, then carried the big basket on his back, picked up the hoe, and walked with Yao Yan to his sweet potato field.

Uncle Zhang’s family raised three pigs, and this happened every year. He kept the fattest pig for himself to eat, and the other two pigs were bought by the butcher who collected the pigs.

The sweet potatoes are naturally planted more than ordinary people. The sweet potato vines feed the pigs to grow faster, and occasionally they can pinch some young leaves and mix them with food. Besides, there are too many sweet potatoes, which can be stored in the cellar, which is also food.

The two happily dug sweet potatoes.

"Uncle Zhang, you are really good. Not only do you raise livestock well, but this sweet potato is also big, and it looks sweet and glutinous!"

This kind of soft and sweet sweet potato is delicious when it is roasted, roasted or steamed.

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhang is also very proud, "I have no skills, I just rely on the crops for food, and I can't do well if I don't raise chickens and cultivate the land."

"My mother's chickens are also fat, but not as good as Uncle Zhang's," Yao Yan began to talk about.

Uncle Zhang tightened his grip on the hoe, then smiled and said, "She is a good hand inside and out, hey, this sweet potato is big, put it in your back basket, take it back and eat it."

When digging sweet potatoes, as long as they were big, Uncle Zhang threw them into Yao Yan's back basket.

"Then I won't be polite," Yao Yan smiled, holding his hoe and looking at Uncle Zhang who was about to bend down to continue, "Uncle Zhang, I was ignorant when I was young and listened to those people's provocations, but now I am so old Yes, I know you have been waiting for my mother for many years..."

it goes without saying.

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he understood. He was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "I understood what you meant when you said it last time. I have a heart, but your mother..."

"My mother's heart is not a stone," Yao Yan said, and started digging sweet potatoes again. Seeing Yao Yan like this, Uncle Zhang felt that the stone that had been pressing him for a long time was gone.

Yes, her heart is not a stone.

Yao Yan, carrying most of the basket of sweet potatoes on his back, returned home happily, "These sweet potatoes are as big as each other. Let's just keep twenty of them, and I'll send the rest to my mother."

Zeng Xingzhi had brought the dustpan at this time, and while taking out the sweet potatoes in the basket to dry in the dustpan, he said with a smile, "I don't think you need to worry about your mother, let's talk to Carpenter Wang in the village. Building a house."

"...That's right, you still think more, young master," Yao Yan was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, washed his hands and wiped his face with a smile, then sat aside to watch Zeng Xingzhi finish his work, Only then did we go out together.

Not long after they went out, Uncle Zhang got into the small bamboo forest from the path with a basket of sweet potatoes on his back.

Mother Yao was sweeping the yard, the gate was open, Uncle Zhang stood outside the door, thought for a while, put the basket at the door, and left quietly.

When Yao's mother finished her work and was about to throw out the cleaned up things, she saw a basket of sweet potatoes at the gate of the yard.

The corner of her mouth twitched, "This person is really..."

The Yao family also raised pigs, but there was only one pig. Naturally, the family also grew sweet potatoes, but most of the sweet potatoes were eaten as porridge or steamed, completely as food.

When Yao Yan came over in the afternoon, Yao's mother pointed to the basket of sweet potatoes, "Send it over there."

"It's not good," Yao Yan said with a worried face, "Uncle Zhang fell ill for some reason before, but now it's just a little bit, if I send it over, he won't get angry and get seriously ill?"

Mother Yao: ...

"Uncle Zhang lives alone, and no one will make medicine for him when he is sick. If no one finds out that he is seriously ill, he may not be able to survive this winter."

"Okay," Mother Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and directed Yao Yan again, "Then you pick out the sweet potatoes and hang them in the barn, they will go bad if you get bored."

"Hey," Yao Yan hurried to do it.

Grandma Yao looked at her with a smile on her face. Mother Yao met her mother's eyes and turned her face away uncomfortably, "I'm afraid he's short-tempered. It's my fault if he's really sick."

"I'm getting old, so I can't hear what you say." Grandma Yao got up with a smile, and walked into the main room with a cane. The cold wind was getting stronger, and she couldn't stand it after sitting outside for a long time.

"Mom!" Mother Yao called.

After Yao Yan sorted out the sweet potatoes, he talked about the carpenter and hiring someone to build the house, "The firewood house is built in front, so it doesn't move, and we build a stove for cooking, and you will live with us at night... "

"That can't be done," Yao's mother refused directly when she heard this, "There are already rumors in this village, if we live in again, will your reputation still be lost?"

"Young Master and I are not afraid," Yao Yan chuckled, "and they won't be able to find anything to say for a while."

"how to say?"

"Young master wants to spend a sum of money to ask the village chief to build a school. It doesn't need to be too big, just two rooms. Didn't our village just have a boy student? He will be the teacher, and this matter has already been decided. , the village chief will hold a village meeting tomorrow."

=====

The author has something to say:

=====

啾咪感谢在2020-08-2218:29:37~2020-08-2317:13:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Siwei Wuwei; 5 bottles of fat or not; 2 bottles of q1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!