Farmer's Notes from Another World

After burying Fang Sheng, both uncle and nephew also settled their concerns.Fang Zeng paid Mr. Feng Shui and eight big men four copper coins, which made Fang Zhiyuan's eyes hurt from looking at it.This is a time when you can buy two eggs for a lot of money, and it costs so much money to dig up a grave just for one time. No wonder he heard his younger brother say that funerals in the countryside are the most expensive.

Fang Zeng took Fang Zhiyuan back to eat, but he came back late today, and the two of them ate the coarse grain pancakes left over from yesterday for lunch.Fang Zhiyuan thought about his large intestine, pig's trotters and pig bones, and hurried his uncle to go to the well to take out the hanging pig large intestine and so on.

Fang Zeng doted on Fang Zhiyuan very much, and he didn't say anything else, doing whatever he asked him to do.Fang Zhiyuan was a single nobleman in his previous life, so his cooking skills could only be said to be so-so, but he was much better than Fang Zeng, a man who could only stew meat and make pancakes.

Fang Zhiyuan took the large intestine first, this thing is difficult to handle, Fang had seen his own grandmother do it before.After all, when his aunt was here, the family had to raise two big pigs every year, waiting to be killed and sold during the Chinese New Year.Like pig intestines, Ama Lin was reluctant to give it away, so she took the trouble to make it and eat it.It's a pity that every time he makes large intestines, he is reluctant to use aniseed ingredients for flavor, and the intestines he makes are not very delicious.

Fang Zeng himself watched his grandma clean up the pig intestines, and because he was afraid of the strong smell of pig intestines, Fang Zeng went to the river not far from home.Waiting for Fang Zeng to come back, Fang Zhiyuan asked his uncle to split open the pig bones, put ginger slices in it, added half of the pot of water and asked his uncle to turn on the fire.

He himself burned two pig's trotters one by one in the pot to remove the hair.Fang Zeng saw how his nephew was doing well, and said with a smile: "Good boy, this move is not bad, it's almost as good as yours. Now it's all right, uncle will be lucky in the future."

When Fang Zhiyuan was doing this, he thought of the reason, laughed, and said, "That's right, uncle, don't underestimate me, I learned a lot from Mother Xue. Ah Mo thought I wasted money and wouldn't let me make it, otherwise, Ah Mo would have a taste of it too." After speaking, the voice fell.

Fang Zeng knew Nanny Xue, a widowed nanny who lived alone in Li's house in another village.His brother is kind-hearted, and he often brings him water and vegetables.When his brother went out, he took Fang Zhiyuan with Madam Xue.

Before, Fang Sheng said that Madam Xue is very talented and cooks delicious food.Therefore, Fang Zeng was not surprised when Fang Zhiyuan said that Madam Xue taught him.

Seeing that Fang Zeng didn't ask any more questions, Fang Zhiyuan heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be tied up in everything he did in the future. Now that he had a reason to do so, he could let go of his hands and feet in the future.He had to be thankful that although Fang Zeng loved him, he was a sloppy guy. If Lin Amo was still around, he wouldn't have passed the test so easily.

Soon the water boiled, Fang Zhiyuan skimmed off the blood on the water, and then, the firewood burned itself.Said to Fang Zeng: "Uncle, help me cut the pig's trotter into pieces, it will be useful later."

Fang Zeng took the big ax and took out the pig's trotters two or three times, and then Fang Zhiyuan went to burn the firewood by himself.Fang Zhiyuan was not too polite, the meal could still taste a bit in his hands, but if it was in his uncle's hands, he might be able to eat it.

He marinated the pig intestines with wine, salt and some other seasonings.After soaking the pig's trotters for a while and waiting for the water to boil, take out the trotters and put them in cold water to freeze.Then he started to burn the pig's trotters. After putting in the seasoning, he asked his uncle to cook it on a high fire, and then simmered it on a low fire.

As for the pig's large intestine, Fang Zhiyuan was going to cook it after the pig's trotters were cooked to make it more tasty.Fang Zeng smelled the fragrance as soon as he lit the fire, he didn't expect his nephew to be so capable, the smell was much more fragrant than his aunt's cooking.

The stewed bone soup turned pale, Fang Zhiyuan put salt and sprinkled chopped green onion, filled two bowls and served it to his uncle to taste after it was cold.Fang Zeng got an appetite just looking at the soup, and when he drank it in one gulp, it was no worse than broth.After a bowl, you will feel very hungry and warm.

Fang Zhiyuan even asked Fang Zeng in embarrassment: "Uncle, how is it? Is it good?" The little girl looked very proud, with a playful look begging for compliments.

Fang Zeng patted Fang Zhiyuan with his big hand, and boasted: "It's delicious. As expected of my nephew, pork bones can be so delicious. In the future, uncle will let you cook the wild game. Now, we will have good food in the future." Yes. Huzi, you are really capable, if you want to be here, I might be happy to know."

Seeing that Fang Zhiyuan's face was a bit gloomy, Fang Zeng regretted his slip of the tongue, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Huzi, you've been stewing your pig's trotters for so long, let uncle see how you're doing. Smelling it will seduce people."

Fang Zhiyuan cooperatively went to look at the braised pig's trotter, picked a piece of pig's trotter and put it in a bowl and handed it to Fang Zeng.Said: "Uncle, try it. Madam Xue said, this pig's trotter is no worse than meat when it's done, it's chewy and chewy, it's delicious."

Fang Zeng picked it up with his hands and ate it, and within a while there were only bones left.He smiled and said: "It tastes really good. No wonder your grandma said that Madam Xue's cooking is delicious, and you can know his cooking skills just by the pig's trotters. You are lucky, and this skill is no better than that peddler who specializes in selling lo-mei Worse."

Getting Fang Zeng's praise made Fang Zhiyuan very happy. He also cooks food in modern times, but with chef-level craftsmanship like Anan, a little shrimp like him never makes a fool of himself.But now Fang Zeng's words gave him confidence again. It turned out that it wasn't that he was too inferior, but that Anan was too monstrous.

Fang Zhiyuan's confidence increased greatly, and he fried the pig's large intestine again.The staple food at night was rice mixed with whole grains cooked by Fang Zeng. Just like that, two dishes and one soup made them full again.The rest was left for the next day to eat. Fang Zeng also carefully told Fang Zhiyuan that he would go hunting in the mountains tomorrow, and told him to stay at home and not wander around.

When Fang Zhiyuan heard this, he finally got the qualification to go to the mountain together after a stalking, so he went back to his room and went to sleep satisfied.As for, Da Zhuang reminded him repeatedly yesterday that he must take Da Zhuang to pick fruits on the mountain, so what, it is nature for children to have a bad memory.

Fang Zeng went back to the house but was a little worried. He went under the bed and took down one of the bricks, and took out a clay pot.He poured out all the money in the clay pot and counted it. All the money he had sold for prey and mountain treasures over the years were all here.It was at his grandmother's place first, and he kept it after his grandmother left this year.

I really don't know how expensive the family is, first the house and then the white things one after another, and now the money is thrown out.Fang Zeng did some calculations, and now he still has a whole ten taels of silver dime left, and a copper coin.The ten taels of silver seems to be a lot, but he is not married yet, and his nephew will have to set up a family in the future, all of which need silver.Besides, when he watched Da Zhuang being sent to the upper private school in Zhaojiacun, he still had some thoughts in his heart.My nephew looks smart, if he learns to read, no matter what he does in the future, it will be better than digging through the ground.

This study is the most expensive, and he can't move the ten taels of silver.But it's going to be winter soon.It doesn't matter what he wears and eats, but his nephew can't. How can he not eat better when he is growing up.If you really lose your body, it will be bad, and you have to prepare clothes and so on.

These are all money. At this time, Fang Zeng somewhat understands why he lives so frugally. It is really difficult to raise children.His family has no fertile land yet, and he still has to buy some fine grains for preparation, and he has to add some household items.Therefore, he had to hurry up and go to the mountains to look for the treasures and hunt some prey before the weather dropped.

Fang Zeng fell asleep while planning.

The next day, Fang Zhiyuan got up early, made a porridge with bone broth, heated up a few coarse grain pancakes, and waited for Fang Zeng to wake up.When Fang Zeng got up together, he saw his nephew making breakfast, and he sighed in his heart for his sensible nephew, and he felt even more distressed about his nephew.

After breakfast, Fang Zeng took a bow and arrow, an axe, and a basket on his back with a cloth bag and lunch in it.Fang Zhiyuan also followed Fang Zeng's back into the deep mountain behind his house by carrying a smaller pannier.

Fang Zeng was afraid that Fang Zhiyuan would be tired from walking, so he slowed down on the road.

First at the outskirts of the mountain, Fang Zhiyuan saw a lot of fruit trees, including dates, pears, and more persimmons.Fang Zeng watched his nephew looking at those wild fruits, thinking that his nephew was still a child after all, and thinking about the fruits, he said to him: "Huzi, my uncle told you that if you go further up the mountain, there will be large areas of persimmon trees. Some, but they are very sweet when they are ripe. If you like them, Uncle Dai will take you to pick them. Here, let the children and brothers in the village make snacks, and we won’t earn money from them.”

Fang Zhiyuan asked: "Uncle, are they the only ones in there that don't want it?"

Fang Zeng smiled and said: "Silly boy, is it easy to enter the deep mountain? Your uncle has some skills, and it will be fine if he meets a wild boar. Those children and brothers dare to go in. Every year the fruit in the deep mountain They are all rotten, and no one would take risks for a few fruits. If you like it, uncle also knows that there are many sand fruit trees in the mountains, so he will take you to have a look."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly felt that he was causing trouble to him by following Fang Zenglai in such a reckless manner. He was a little burden, and he was a drag on his uncle.Thinking of this, he said to Fang Zeng, "Uncle, did I cause you trouble? Didn't I delay your hunting by following you like this. Uncle, I..."

Fang Zeng smiled heartily, waved his hand, and said: "It's okay, there are no big prey at this time, besides, uncle's main purpose of going this time is to see if there is any harvest from Bu's trap before, and to pick some mountain treasures. At this time, there are many rare treasures in the mountains, as well as those hazelnuts, pine nuts, walnuts and so on. These can be sold for money. If you come with uncle, just follow him closely and don’t run around. "

Hearing what his uncle said, Fang Zhiyuan felt better.Immediately, he was also interested in looking at the surrounding scene, but unfortunately there was nothing special except for the big tree.On the contrary, Fang Zeng went to check the trap in the arrangement, and took back a pheasant and a rabbit.

As we walked, Fang Zeng suddenly said to Fang Zhiyuan: "Look, nephew, those are the persimmon groves, all of which are small persimmons. If you like them, uncle will pick more for you." Fang Zhiyuan followed Fang Zeng's fingers. Looking in the direction, there are indeed a large area of ​​persimmon trees, and they are all covered with persimmons.

Fang Zeng stepped forward to have a look, picked a persimmon that looked redder, picked it off and handed it to Fang Zhiyuan, saying: "Look, you can't eat it now, but it will be sweet when you put it on for a while. It's just smaller."

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the persimmon trees in this area, but he had a thought. He thought that he could do something with the persimmons.Suddenly, his mind flashed, yes, when his grandma was still there, there were two persimmon trees at home, and he didn't like ripe persimmons, so his grandma made persimmons for him to eat.Persimmons are easy to make, but they can be stored for a long time and taste good.

Moreover, in Fang Zhiyuan's memory, he seems to have seen red cakes in the grocery store in the town, but they were shipped from the south and cost three dollars each.In the countryside, only those who have children and the elderly buy a few sweets. After the Chinese New Year, the dried persimmons have become a decent gift for visiting relatives and friends.Ten persimmons, that is, a heavy gift, also looks decent.

Fang Zhiyuan thought that since he had this persimmon tree and he knew how to make persimmons, it would be a few months before the Chinese New Year, as long as he made them, it would be money.Isn't this ready-made silver delivered to your door?

Thinking of this, he asked Fang Zeng: "Uncle, is there really no one who wants this piece of persimmon?"

Fang Zeng heard it strange, but didn't think much about it, and said casually: "This is not a rare thing, it's just a snack for the children to eat, whoever has nothing to go to the mountains to pick it, if you have this time, do more work in the field, fight more. Some hogweed can add some income to the family."

Fang Zhiyuan hurriedly said to Fang Zeng: "Uncle, let's take them all back. Grandma Xue once made persimmon cakes, that is, red cakes are made of persimmons. And even if they are made of such hard persimmons, I will Remember how to do it, we can exchange money if we go back and do it.”

Fang Zeng was also surprised when he heard it, he didn't expect his nephew to know how to make red cakes.Although he knew that red cakes were made of persimmons, he didn't know how to make them.The handy brother in their village also wanted to make persimmons, but he couldn't get them steamed and boiled. How did my nephew really do it.

Fang Zeng hurriedly asked: "Huzi, you really know how to do it. This red cake looks like a rare thing. How could this mother Xue teach you for no reason?"

Fang Zhiyuan pretended not to understand and said: "Mother Xue said that I am like his grandson, and he likes to cook for me. At that time, I wanted to eat red cakes, but my grandma didn't buy them for me, and I even cried. Mother Xue Mammy made it for me to coax me, but you still want me to keep it a secret and can’t tell Ahma. Ahma usually doesn’t let me ask Mammy Xue for food, I was afraid that Ahma would tell me so I kept silent.”

Fang Zeng felt reasonable after hearing Fang Zhiyuan's words.Madam Xue seems to have heard from his brother that he escaped from the famine in the south. It would be normal if he really knew how to make red cakes, and he has no descendants, so his life is not too tight.If he really made red cakes, he, a widowed old woman, would not have to be stared at by others.

His brother was kind to Madam Xue, and he taught his nephew just to leave his skills to his brother, so that he could make more money in the future.But his brother is the last person who is unwilling to take advantage of others. If he really wants to hand it over to him in an open and honest manner, he must not be willing, and it would make sense through his nephew.

Fang Zeng took the initiative to help Fang Zhiyuan make up the story after thinking so hard.