Respect the little husband [farming]

"Umm..."

In the dark and old room, Shen Wenxuan sat up from the ground with his hands covering his head, but when he turned his body slightly, he cried out in pain, his shoulders curled up, and he lay down again with his waist bent.His whole body felt limp and lifeless, and his mind was not very clear. The most unbearable thing was the throbbing pain in his stomach, which was suffused with sour water, like a gastric ulcer attack.

Shen Wenxuan lay on the ground for a while, and waited for the pain to subside a little, then opened his eyes with a frown, the world turned upside down in front of his eyes, things were twisted and blurred and couldn't be realized, he closed and opened his eyes again, and it took a long time before they disappeared Shen Wenxuan frowned and took a closer look at the excruciating dizziness, and immediately stopped.

The room in front of me is not like a room that modern people would live in. It has an ancient style, but it is much cramped and darker than the ancient rooms seen on TV. There is a faint musty smell in the air, which is really shabby.

Shen Wenxuan endured the pain in his waist and abdomen and sat up. He was lying on the ground, and there was a pool of dark red dried blood on the cold wooden board. Judging from where he was lying just now, this pool of blood probably flowed from his head. , Shen Wenxuan stared at the pool of blood, tentatively raised his hand to touch his head, accidentally touched a little bit of blood trifoliate on the back of his head, a sudden pain stung Shen Wenxuan, and he was sure.

grass!Those bastards!

......Hey?

Wait a minute.

long hair?

Shen Wenxuan grabbed a strand of blood-stained hair, his mind froze, and he lowered his head to check his body in bewilderment.

He was wearing a shabby robe with folded fronts, a bit like the clothes of the Ming Dynasty, with blood stains on it, his hands were one size smaller than his original ones, the palms and fingertips were rough, it looked like a pair of hands doing farm work, and he opened his clothes , and there was a large black bruise on his waist, no wonder it hurt so much when he got up just now.

But what bothered him the most was his well-maintained eight-pack abs, which he insisted on exercising every day—it was gone!

Shen Wenxuan was stunned, and hadn't thought clearly about the current situation, when a roar came from outside:

"...Are they all dead?! Come out quickly! Those who killed thousands of knives are gone, and those who are not dead hurry up and pack up! Hurry up! Don't delay the future business! Little Er? Sledgehammer? Girls? Are they all dead?!!!"

The speaker was obviously an old woman with sharp teeth and a sharp voice, which was not easy to provoke, but somehow it was familiar. Shen Wenxuan frowned, trying to grasp the flashing memory in his mind.

There was a sudden pain in the depths of his brain, Shen Wenxuan gritted his teeth and covered his head, without making a sound, a large number of memories that did not belong to him exploded in his mind, Shen Wenxuan was forced to finish watching a stranger with the same name as him so stupid In a staggering 16 years of life, this person still looks very similar to him.

After a while, the pain dissipated, and Shen Wenxuan was already sweating profusely. Originally, he thought that he survived by luck and was kidnapped, but now it seems that was not the case at all.

According to the extra memory in my brain, this place is called Daqing, a dynasty that has never appeared in history, and the body he occupies is a tool man secretly born by a brothel courtean in order to cling to the powerful. Unfortunately, The nobleman had already left before he was born.All calculations failed, and Huakui had no choice but to raise the original owner with her hometown in the country, to be precise, with her parents who sold her.

Shen Wenxuan thought about what he saw, and couldn't help laughing. This oiran should not have illusions from the beginning. In this era, people with a little bit of power don't treat ordinary people as human beings, let alone the identity of a brothel girl. , even if the nobleman hadn't left, he probably wouldn't have accepted the original owner's son from a lowly nationality.

Maybe I still have illusions, the original owner has been raised well for a few years, although he also works, but for food.When he was a teenager, he was sent to the only academy in the county to study, but he was replaced by his uncle who had reached the school age after a few years of study. out.

So far, it is pitiful to say that the original owner is pitiful. He has lived at home like a transparent person since he was a child. His grandma does not love him, his uncle does not love him, and he has no father. Because she is a brothel girl, she has rarely seen her since she was a child, and because of this, she is often excluded by the villagers. .

But the original owner's fault is that he is really stupid, and he was raised crookedly. His heart sucks blood from everyone like grandma and uncle, and he doesn't think about the good bird who can sell his mother to a brothel, and sell him as a slave. It's also better than staying in a brothel.

But the original owner is so stupid, he kept the matter of being expelled from the academy and asked the oiran's mother for money to study for my uncle. All the food and clothing expenses of my uncle in this county were all deducted from his mother. If he couldn't get it out, he stole his mother's fine flower hairpin and sold it. I really love my uncle.

But the original owner's Huakui lady is not stupid, she saw some clues, and sent the maid beside her to check, hey, the original owner was so stupid that she was sober, kicked him away, and looked for another benefactor. Nearly thirty years old, she couldn't allow her to waste time on the original owner.

This happened half a year ago. The original owner was kicked out by his grandfather's family because he couldn't ask for a penny from his mother. Lack of food and clothing, holding three melons and two dates. With a big debt, the original owner's mother happened to be in the eyes of a wealthy businessman at this time, and she looked down on the original owner even more, even if the casino people beat the original owner half to death, she turned a blind eye. She packed up her things a few days ago and followed the rich businessman.

Shen Wenxuan stood up while supporting the table with a smile, and walked out clutching the pain in his abdomen.The betrayal of relatives and relatives is similar to his fate, just in line with his appetite, quietness.

Now he is staying in the most remote small courtyard of the brothel, next to the back door. In order to please his oiranian lady, the procuress of the brothel let her stay as the top card, and specially packed it out for him to live in. Unfortunately, the place to please is not right. Behind the eyes of the rich businessman, she wished to draw a clear line with the original owner, and urged the rich businessman to take her away earlier, that is to say, the original owner continued to live here with the cheek, and now Shen Wenxuan occupied this body. Although she didn't know why, she always Better than dead.

The county where this brothel is located is Anhe County, which is located in Jingzhou on the southwestern border of Daqing. The days after the original owner’s mother left are uncertain. The Qiang people broke into here for some reason, and I don’t know what they did. The original owner, who had been beaten by the thugs, was terrified, and ran here, then collapsed in the room and never got up again. It is not clear whether he was beaten or scared, or both, and he Perhaps it was because the original owner was dead and resurrected.

Pushing open the dusty door, the sunlight from outside shone in. Shen Wenxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the cramped small courtyard. The old bustard in the distance was still yelling, but there was no movement in the other rooms, so he probably left when the old bustard yelled for the first time.

Shen Wenxuan supported the wall and walked to the kitchen according to the path in memory. The most important thing now is to fill his stomach. His body probably hasn't eaten for three days. He is really weak, and his stomach hurts for a while. After a while, even if he wanted to think about something else, he had no energy left.

He didn't meet anyone on the road, and Shen Wenxuan arrived at the kitchen after turning a few corners according to his memory.

Cold pot and cold stove. It seems that after the group of Qiang people came, all the people in the brothel hid in their rooms. The kitchen had never been fired. Not hungry, are ancient people more resistant to hunger?Doubts flashed across Shen Wenxuan's mind.

Before he met his greatest enemy—his father, he had always been an ordinary young man with a slightly poor family background. There was only an elderly grandpa at home, and cooking skills must be improved. It's a pity that he read so many recipes , What he can cook is just some home-cooked dishes that can be swallowed. In vain, he studied the recipes so hard when he was a child and dreamed of becoming a chef when he grows up. Now, seeing the conditions, he can only cook a bowl of porridge.

Shen Wenxuan opened the lids of several grain tanks. There were four grain tanks in total, two large and two small. There was also a larger water tank, which was half full of water. Shen Wenxuan grabbed the water ladle inside and filled one half full. Go down, lie on the tank after drinking and let out a long breath, and finally come back to life a little.

The two larger ones in the four grain jars were full of coarse grains, Shen Wenxuan touched it casually, and found that the layer of chaff on the outside of the millet hadn't been peeled off.The two smaller ones were filled with clean rice, and the other was filled with fine white flour. Shen Wenxuan thought about it for a second or two... and decided not to treat himself badly. He dug a handful of polished rice, washed it, and poured it into the iron pot on the stove. , This kind of iron pot is relatively large, Shen Wenxuan dug half a handful and poured it in, and added water to half of the pot, so that the porridge would be thicker.

After putting the lid on the pot, he realized that he didn't have a fire. Shen Wenxuan searched left and right for something that could light a fire. Finally, he saw a fire folder on the stove on the other side. Fortunately, it is quite easy to burn firewood, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Shen Wenxuan supported his stomach and stood up, glanced at the bamboo steamer beside him, at first he thought of steamed buns, but the steamed buns still had to be fermented, and kneading the noodles also took a lot of effort, so he skipped it after thinking about it, and turned to Looking at some sweet potatoes piled in the corner, he picked a few big ones. After washing, some were thrown into the fire to roast, some were cut into several pieces and put into the porridge, and the remaining one was eaten directly.

Kacha Kacha, Shen Wenxuan frowned and bit the hard lump in his mouth. The sweet potato was quite sweet, but it was too hard. , At that time, the stomachache can only be endured by myself.

The smell of rice in the pot gradually wafted out. Shen Wenxuan closed his nose and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple a few times. He had never felt the smell of rice so sweet, and the sweet potato in his mouth suddenly tasted bad.

But now the rice in it is still inedible, Shen Wenxuan swallowed a mouthful of water, picked up a spoon on the chopping board, scooped up some rice soup and took a sip. My stomach didn't feel very good at the time, but after a spoonful of rice soup, my whole body felt warmed up.

After eating sweet potato and soup, Shen Wenxuan felt much better. Although he was still hungry, he obviously felt that his body was not so weak.

Turning his eyes around, he began to look at the kitchen. It was quite a big room with four stoves. The bottles and cans on the shelf were supposed to be seasonings. Garlic or something, very rustic, Shen Wenxuan gradually felt a sense of reality in his heart, he really came back to life, and traveled to another world.

It’s not that he was unhappy, he was 28 years old before his death, and his body was 16 years old. He earned 12 years of youth for nothing, and to be honest, he didn’t care much about the original world, where the relatives he really recognized had passed away, other relatives Either be sent to prison by him, or he can only struggle on the poverty line for the rest of his life.

Oh, no, there was an accident. His useless younger brother drove him to a life-and-death chase, which can be called the reality version of Fast and Furious. It was so exciting that he almost changed his view of this younger brother, but he led him out of the car in the end. The guardrail fell off the cliff. Of course, he was able to come here to show that he didn't please himself, and fell down with his stupid brother.

it's fine.

It was really a great pleasure for him to let his father die. Shen Wenxuan couldn't help but smile with his eyes downcast, and there was an inexplicable evil on his blood-stained face, like an evil spirit who inadvertently revealed his true face.

Seeing smoke rising from the kitchen, the bustard rushing to scold someone, saw the smile on Shen Wenxuan's mouth as soon as he entered the door. It was completely different from the usual timid smile that always flattered people.

The bustard froze for a moment and stood at the door in a daze.

Shen Wenxuan noticed her and turned to look. The bruises on his face squeezed his eyebrows and eyes. Suddenly, he forgot all about the cold and fear, slapped his thigh, pointed at Shen Wenxuan's nose, and started cursing:

"Okay, Shen Wenxuan, who killed a thousand knives! Can you move this milled rice?! Now that your old lady is no longer here to pick up customers, you are a bastard! You are still here to eat my food and live in mine! You treat me as me I am easy to bully?! Come here!"

A few tall and strong men squeezed in from outside the door, their bodies were beaten, and their faces were fierce. If you ignore their burning eyes that have been staring at the iron pot, and the saliva that can't be swallowed, it is indeed quite bluffing .

Shen Wenxuan quickly raised his hand and called to stop: "Why did I hit someone without saying a word? This is so unreasonable, and since my old mother called you, I hurried out to prepare porridge and rice for everyone. It is logical that you should praise me." I was right."

"Praise you?!" The bustard sneered, and the anger grew in his heart, "You wasted so much polished rice! Do you know how much this polished rice costs?! If you are held here and sold, you will not be able to pay the money!"

"I'm not up yet, but aren't you guys and the girls in the building enough?" Shen Wenxuan glanced at the procuress, recalling her image in his mind, then turned to look at the two big men who were approaching, and spoke Throwing loudly, but the appearance is inexplicably unreliable.

"The turmoil outside was chaotic for three whole days before it subsided. Everyone spent three days in fear and finally survived, but they couldn't even eat hot food!"

"Everyone has passed through the gate of hell. I have lingering fears. I have been listening to you yelling before I get over it. Everyone is hungry so far! What? Is such a little polished rice not as good as the body of the big guy?! You If you really understand you girls and your subordinates, you should let everyone have a good meal! Maybe the Qiang people will come back again, burn, kill and loot, and everyone will be a starving ghost even if they walk on the road to Huangquan!"

Shen Wenxuan's face was full of righteousness, and he didn't give the bustard a chance to interrupt him at all.And what she said was not wrong, the only food that can be eaten in such a big kitchen is the coarse grains and fine grains, and some rotten vegetables, without a single bit of meat. Combined with the food in the brothel in memory, it can be seen that it is a steward under harsh.

The procuress who was bullied was staring at Shen Wenxuan in disbelief, her eyes were as big as copper bells, and the finger pointing at his nose was trembling with anger.

"You...what are you talking about...you...I, I have long wanted to prepare porridge for the girls! Why do you need to do it?! Now you sneak into the kitchen, don't you Want to steal it?!"

The corners of Shen Wenxuan's mouth curled up, and he said, "Then what does the old mother want to prepare? I haven't seen a decent cook here."

"I have..." The old bustard paused, remembering that Chef Zhang doesn't live in the brothel, and now it's a mess outside, if you send someone to look for it, you will get burned if you are not careful.

The old bustard's face darkened, she looked at Shen Wenxuan and said nothing.

Shen Wenxuan raised his brows lightly, but he had no intention of confronting the bustard, his eyes were crooked, and he smiled harmlessly. If the bruises on his face were removed and his face was fairer, it would be very pleasing.

"That's why I said, old mother, you should praise me. Didn't I come to work in this kitchen to share your worries with the absence of Chef Zhang? I have lived here for so long, so I have to do something to repay you." Old mothers do, don't you? Old mothers."

The bustard: "..."

The old bustard looked at Shen Wenxuan with a strange expression, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few big men peeking at her, so he couldn't help but tighten the handkerchief in his hand, and responded a few times with a deep breath.

But his heart was already overturned with anger.

This little bastard!Are you stunned today? !If it weren't for the unrest now, and she valued these thugs very much, whichever round she got, he would give herself one!Sure enough, just like his mother, she has eyes all over her body!

When it was time to shake the handkerchief and walk out of the kitchen, the old bustard left two big men in the kitchen to prevent the little bastard from being a thief.

Shen Wenxuan was also happy, and now he doesn't need to contribute to the face-to-face meeting.

"Will the two brothers meet again?"

The two burly men looked at each other, the kitchen work was done by women and those twins, how could they be allowed to do it, but now that they are hungry, those rules are not so important in front of the stomach.

Shaking his head honestly said no.

Shen Wenxuan didn't care, and found two basins, and put a handful of rough noodles and a handful of fine white flour in each basin. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat steamed buns made of white flour, it was because the flour was limited, and there wasn't much to pour out. It can be mixed with some rough noodles, and some gnocchi can be used as a starter for fermentation.

"Knead while adding water, don't add too much water, just knead the dough into a soft ball."

After finishing talking, I went to the vegetable box to pick and choose. There were still some vegetables to eat. It would be good to cut them all up and fry them into a pot, but it was a pity that there was no meat. Shen Wenxuan sighed, and quickly washed and cut the vegetables into sections , I deliberately put a little more oil when frying.

The two men next to him stared at Shen Wenxuan's big hands. They usually didn't dare to look at the two small vats of polished rice and white noodles. Chef Zhang also used oil carefully when cooking. He had never seen anyone so lavish.

But it was Shen Wenxuan who did it and not them, even if the madam knew that she wanted to care about it, it wouldn't bother them, let alone they would have a share of the meal.

The two big men saw that Shen Wenxuan was cooking like a fish in water, so they hurriedly worked hard and made breakfast early.

Shen Wenxuan divided the dishes into two portions in the house, and asked the big man to take out one portion for the girls in the building, and one portion for the men to eat by themselves. The corners of his mouth pursed for a moment, he took a coarse-grain steamed bun and a bowl of porridge and went out.

Although he has received the original owner's memory, he still doesn't know much about this world. The original owner, a country man who only gambles, gnaws on the old, and commits stupidity, doesn't know a few words, and his cognition is limited to his one-acre Three points, but the old bustard, who contacts all social classes, is different.

After taking a big mouthful of steamed buns and another mouthful of porridge, Shen Wenxuan strolled to the side of the old bustard, leaned on the pillar and smiled at the disgusted old bustard. They were standing on the porch. It is the small courtyard where the big guys eat. Shen Wenxuan looked around, took a sip of porridge and said:

"Old mother, you can't do this brothel."

"Fart! You are a murderer! What are you talking about?!" The old bustard was already angry, seeing Shen Wenxuan bumping into him without interest, he straightened up and stared at Shen Wenxuan with his hands on his hips, like an eagle about to rise up to prey, A look of ferocity burst into people's faces, "My Xianghuayuan is the largest and most magnificent brothel in our Anhe County! You don't know a fart, you little hairy brat."

The old bustard was so angry that she walked out of the corridor and pointed at the pavilion, saying: "This is a ring building, a three-story ring building! There are more than 30 girls, all of whom are gorgeous! Who in these ten miles and eight villages can't come to us?! Even our county magistrate came here once! You are such a white-eyed wolf! No wonder your mother didn’t leave you a penny when she left! You belong to the lone star of Tiansha, and you deserve it People grow old alone..."

Shen Wenxuan turned a deaf ear and continued to drink his porridge. After finishing the drink, he saw that the bustard was still cursing and even wanted to serve another bowl, but he saw that many girls in the building were looking here, and those big men were all paying attention to this side.After all, it was the old bustard's territory, Shen Wenxuan decided to save face for her, casually put the bowl on the corridor guardrail, with a "bang", several cracks spread on the bottom of the bowl, it was not broken, but successfully interrupted the old bustard's Roaring more than.

Shen Wenxuan lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped his hands, his face was calm and breezy, as if he hadn't noticed the bowl was cracked, the old bustard pursed his lips and couldn't help taking a few steps back, a ruthless person has an aura, or an aura, and smiles clearly But it makes people feel dangerous for no reason.

The big man who was eating below couldn't help but put down the chopsticks in his hand, and glanced at Shen Wenxuan suspiciously and defensively. After all, the old bustard was the owner who hired them, and they were all honest, so no matter what, she couldn't be bullied.

There was an eerie and brief silence.

Shen Wenxuan curled his lips and snorted, and the tense atmosphere disappeared, "Everyone knows me, not only watching me grow up, why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

The big guy in the lead stared at him for a few seconds, then picked up his chopsticks again, and while observing Shen Wenxuan, he put a mouthful of food into his mouth, and half-jokingly taught him a few words: "You boy, what's going on today? You've been hungry for a few days Are you hungry and confused, or possessed by a demon? You are so disrespectful to the old mother, and if you are so careful, I will break your leg!"

This temperament is also too different, before it was a lump of mud that couldn't support the wall, but now without a mother to rely on, is it crazy?

Shen Wenxuan's expression remained unchanged: "My mother is gone, and my relatives will not want me. I escaped from the swords and halberds of the Qiang people by chance a few days ago, leaving a body wounded. I have experienced life and death, and I grew up overnight. .”

What Shen Wenxuan said was plain, but everyone who heard it knew that it was a big event, and that he was put to death and reborn, and his temperament changed drastically. It's not like they haven't heard of it, but the soldier who just came back a few years ago, isn't it? Has everything become different from before?

After the other big men listened, their doubts gradually diminished. It was time to eat and eat, but they still paid attention to Shen Wenxuan's movements. This kind of person has nothing to lose, and the most scary thing is when he gets angry.

Shen Wenxuan didn't care about them, as long as they believed his reason, don't treat him as a monster. He didn't want to be burned alive, but he didn't want to suppress his temper either. He had already pretended long enough before he died.

Slowly approaching the old bustard, the two brothers embraced her shoulders nicely, the old bustard was frightened and trembled, Shen Wenxuan raised his finger and pointed to the three-story ring building that the old bustard was proud of:

"This ring building is built well, with a stable foundation, but the design is too rough. Look at the windows, they are too small. It must be dark inside during the day, and the atmosphere is dull. If you live too much, it will affect your mood. Look again. Your lobby, is this a flower building? Why are you so serious? At least you hang a little colored yarn, put more flowers in the corners, and your corridor, it’s so long that you don’t hang anything Lantern, what a pity..."

The madam still had lingering fears about what happened just now, but after listening to the bastard next to him, she felt that it made sense, and couldn't help but follow what he said to carefully look at her flower building.

"Old mother, there are not many young talents here, right?"

"...The scholar doesn't like to come to Hualou."

"Your flower building has been open for a long time, and the county magistrate only came once?"

"...The magistrate of the county has a lot of knowledge, our flower house can't catch the eyes of the nobles." Instead, he often calls the girl out for entertainment.

In the last sentence, the procuress hesitated to speak, she couldn't help but frowned in thought, she also found the problem, being able to come to her place to order a girl means that the girl here is not bad, why did she have to call out?

"If those young masters and masters don't come, you won't be able to earn much money in this flower house, right?"

"..."

The old bustard coughed lightly, but did not speak. Drinks are the main income of the brothel, and it is true that you can't earn much money just by ordering girls, otherwise she would not be so angry when she sees smoke from the kitchen.

"You, how do you know so much?"

The old bustard turned her head and carefully looked at Shen Wenxuan from head to toe. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that something was different. Could it be that the mud was also propped up on the wall? up.

"Anyway, he is a scholar who has studied for several years. Not to mention knowledge, he still has knowledge." Shen Wenxuan replied modestly with a smile. A variety of styles have successfully advanced his architectural cognition.

"Old mother, do you want to start a business?"