Grandpa is not vegetarian

Ma Le has a loyal and honest personality, and is diligent in his hands and feet. He often finishes all the work that should be done without making a sound. Mu Yunyi has a good impression of him, so that's why he is so considerate of him. Just throw it away as a buddy in the teahouse, and the people in their family also have to be grateful, so listening to Ma Le's almost begging tone, Mu Yunyi said: "It's not impossible for you to learn from me, but Even if you are a scholar, you have to be a scholar, otherwise you will be looked down upon by others, and sooner or later you will be reduced to a cheap career. The rule of our school is that you must pass the examination of a scholar before you can be a teacher. For example, Xiaoyi, he doesn’t want to work with me. You can set up a family in the teahouse, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you must pass the scholar examination. So if you want to learn from me, you have to make up for the missed homework at home first."

Seeing him agreeing so happily, Ma Le couldn't help being overjoyed: "I'm sure I can make it up!"

"I believe." Mu Yunyi nodded, "You are very talented and willing to work hard, so you are doing well in your studies. It's just that you have been busy in the teahouse these days, so you have missed a lot of homework. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to catch up. return."

Everyone is very happy, except Gao Yichun, who is a little bored, he doesn't want to eat idle food at home, but he can't hold back Mu Yunyi, fortunately, he cooks the hot and spicy soup in the shop himself, and he also cooks the tea eggs Afterwards, Ji Baogen chose to sell it. In addition to studying these days, he also explored the heat, worked hard to innovate, and made Malatang and tea eggs more delicious. Now there are many shops in the surrounding area that follow suit and make Malatang and The tea eggs are out, and there are even two restaurants that have added the dish Malatang, but none of them are as delicious as Gao Yichun's. One restaurant even offered 100 taels of silver to buy the recipe, and Mu Yunyi even planned to It was sold, after all he could do other things besides Mala Tang, 100 taels of silver was already a lot, but Gao Yichun disagreed, so it was nothing.

Seeing that it was the end of March, and it was time to prepare the land, Mu Yunyi and Gao Yichun discussed it: "When the family was separated, my eyes were darkened, and I found out later that in the [-] acres of land your grandma gave me, there are Six acres of sandy land by the river, ten acres of low-lying saline-alkali land, and only fourteen acres of normal farmland.”

Gao Yichun said: "My grandma is like that. Anyway, we don't need to pay attention to her. We can grow peanuts on the sand, sorghum on the saline-alkali soil, and corn for the rest. If we were in the village, we should grow Cabbage and potatoes are all grown, and we can’t buy everything to live in the farmyard, but now that we are in the city, we can only grow some worry-free things.”

Mu Yunyi pondered for a while: "I have a plan. I want to study it with you. A few days ago, Zhao Yuanwai and the others were chatting in the teahouse. They talked about the spring farming. He said that the watermelon he ate last year was very good, and today he plans to go to the south. There are more varieties in Zhuangzi, I thought, this kind of thing is best grown in the sand, why don’t we all grow watermelons too.”

"Then... can it work?"

Watermelons had just been introduced to Liaodong. It was only a few years ago. Everyone only looked at them as fresh. Most of them were rich families who produced one or two acres of watermelon. The first-class food is reliable. Zhao Yuanwai said a few days ago that this year he planted ten acres of watermelons on his farm. Listening to books while eating, that's good, Mu Yunyi was careful because of the sandy land in his house.

Gao Yichun had never even heard of watermelon, let alone eating it, but in his mind, the [-] acres of land and the two houses were all bought by Mu Yunyi's gold collar. He can grow whatever he grows, and secondly, he also thinks that Mu Yunyi is a son from a wealthy family, so he must be well-informed, just like the books he talked about, the writing is so good, and he gets along like Malatang. The way of eating is completely unheard of and unseen, now that he said it so definitely, Gao Yichun didn't say anything.

Mu Yunyi went to look for Zhao Yuanwai, and told Zhao Yuanwai what he wanted, Zhao Yuanwai was quite happy: "Watermelon is really a good thing, sweet and fragrant, juicy and refreshing. If you bury it with ice cubes in advance, you can take it out and eat it on the first day of the poisonous sun." , That’s really not even changing the gods! You can grow some, take them to the teahouse, and keep them every day is not enough.”

Mu Yunyi said: "When the family was separated, out of the [-] acres of land given by the Gao family, six acres were bad sandy land. I'm afraid I won't be able to get it for other species. They were originally used to grow peanuts. I heard that the harvest It’s not very good, I just want to grow watermelons.”

"It's not good to grow watermelon in sandy land." Zhao Yuanwai shook his head, "Watermelon is a precious thing. It must be planted in the best field, and you must find someone to take care of it quietly. Don't be afraid to invest capital. When the harvest is harvested, a string of money is also worth it. If you can sell it, don’t always think about the rules and regulations of the small family, this thing is only eaten by people like us, ordinary farmers can’t grow food, and they won’t buy it from you.”

Mu Yunyi smiled and said: "I used to eat watermelons, and I vaguely remember that watermelons are best grown in sandy land, so I did this."

Zhao Yuanwai remembered that he had an extraordinary background, but he just lost his soul and forgot the reason. He said that he had eaten watermelon, but it was also credible: "In that case, let's try using sand, but it's best to plant half of it in sand. , Half of the crops are planted in good land, if the sandy land is not good, you can still get some harvest after all, so you won’t lose all your money, waste a year’s land in vain, and have to buy additional grain to pay rent.”

Zhao Yuanwai immediately gave him a bag of seeds: "My eldest son's friend got them from Liaoxi. I originally wanted a few old friends who I knew to plant some, but they didn't want to. Most of them only planted them in Put a few plants in front of the house, but eat them fresh, there are a lot of seeds left, and you can’t put them in the next year, so you can take them.” He asked the manager of the farm to copy him a guide on how to grow watermelons The method, when to sow, when to weed, when to harvest, how to distinguish between raw and ripe, are all clearly written.

Mu Yunyi returned home with the seeds, and Gao Yichun explained everything about the shops on both sides. The teahouse was handed over to An Xiaobei, and Shang Yi was still storytelling in the shop. For Ji Baogen and his wife, Gao Yichun ground all the main seasonings in advance, wrapped them in paper bags, and gave them to Gao Xuehong, and asked her to cook the soup at home every day and send it to Ji Baogen and his wife. It is understandable for him to do so , in this era, there is a craft, a recipe, which is to be passed on from generation to generation, even if it is passed on to sons but not to daughters, Gao Xuehong and Ji Baogen are not full of it at all, everyone including Gao Yichun and others think that It is a matter of course.

Mu Yunyi hired a mule cart to bring watermelon seeds, various utensils, everyone's change of clothes, and gifts for each family. He brought Gao Yichun, Gao Yiqing, Ji Chunshi, Ji Qiushi, Ma Le Five, they left the city together and came to Shangqinghe Village.

After returning to Gao’s mansion, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw more than 20 hens raised in the chicken rack separated from the courtyard wall in the southwest corner of the house. Mu Yunyi glanced at the back of the house. All kinds of vegetables are also planted in the garden, cabbage cucumber, kidney bean and cowpea, all of which have sprouted, and the eyes are full of green and good.

When he left, Mu Yunyi locked the door with a brass lock, but he couldn't open it with the key. It was obvious that someone had changed it.

Ma Le said, "Why don't you go to our house first."

"No need." Mu Yunyi said coldly, went to the door and picked up a stone the size of a rice bowl, and slammed it on the door lock more than a dozen times, but the lock didn't open, and the locked door cracked Open it, and hang it on one side of the door with the lock.

Mu Yunyi kicked the door open with one foot. Inside were pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, everything you need. When Mu Yunyi left, the rice and noodle tanks were too big, so they didn't move them away. Now they are all filled with white stalks. Rice and cornmeal, two pieces of bacon hanging from the beams of the house, two quilts on the kang in the house, a woman's bellyband scattered around, two pairs of men's boots on the ground, other oil lamps, pens and ink, etc. are all available.

"It belongs to the second brother." Gao Yichun also sullenly.

As soon as Mu Yunyi heard it, he immediately started to do it. First, he pulled down the two quilts, pulled them out along the ground, and threw them into the yard, then the boots, bellybands, oil lamps, pens and inks, bronze mirrors and wooden combs, needlework baskets, and the oil and salt jars in the outhouse. , Pots and pans were thrown out one by one, crackling, and the yard was broken all over the ground, soy sauce and lard flew together, ink and brine were sprinkled together, making a mess.

"Wow!" The door of the upper house was opened, and a four-year-old boy ran out with bare feet. Get up on the ground, run to Mu Yunyi, reach out to snatch the book that he was about to throw out, "That's my house stuff, don't touch my house stuff, wow... give me the thing... tell my dad Beat you……"

Mu Yunyi recognized Gao Zhiren, Gao Yizhi's son. In his eyes, Gao Yichun was just a child, let alone such a small one. He let go of the book and asked him to take the book: "You are not sensible, go back Get your father out, and I'll talk to him!"

Gao Zhiren put the book on the ground, smoothed it with his small hands, and cried, "My father took my mother to the town... woo woo, you robbed our house, you are a bad person... woo woo..."

Mu Yunyi let out a sigh of relief: "Forget it, this is a matter between adults, don't worry about it, go back to the house and find your grandma." He saw that no one came out from the other rooms, so that's all. Turning around and taking Gao Yichun and the others back to the house, only Gao Zhiren was left crying in the courtyard while playing with their family's things. From the beginning to the end, no adult came out.

Mu Yunyi saw that Gao Yichun's face was always grim, and thought he was unhappy, so he took his hand: "Brother Yichun, you won't blame me for doing this, will you?"