Back to ancient times selling biscuits

The country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. Saburo thinks that Wu Daming can change in such a short period of time, which is already very good.Didn't force him, some things need to be figured out slowly, "Mother, let's not plant soybeans in the second half of the year, anyway, we won't see many."

"That kind of what?" The land must not be left unused, and the villagers knew it would poke their backs.

Saburo: "I buy some seeds from the county. They are more common than soybeans. It is best to plant them near the river."

"What is it?" Wu Daming hurriedly asked, and it was only when he said the words that he realized that Sanlang would most likely ignore him.

Unexpectedly, Saburo said, "I heard that they are peanuts. I have never seen them before, but they are delicious."

"Can it be sold for money?" Wu Liang was more concerned about this.

"I don't know how much it sells for, but peanuts can be used to extract oil, and the oil fried in one acre of peanuts is enough for you to eat for half a year, cooking every day." Saburo added at the end, and Wu Daming opened his mouth and said, "Plant!"

Unexpectedly, they agreed so easily, and it was useless to prepare some rhetoric, Saburo was very happy.After the sun came out, Wu Liang said that he would not let Sanlang stay in the field. When Sanlang returned home, he steamed half a pot of rice, fried a large pot of vegetables and fried meat, and carried a jar of boiling water to the ground.

People here love pasta, except for the freak Saburo, not many people hate white rice.First, white rice is more expensive than noodles, and second, rice is not as hungry as noodles. If it is not brown rice, white rice can still be eaten, so it is different.

Wu Daming looked at the pointed bowl of rice, his eyes were slightly red. When his parents were alive, he never ate so much rice in one meal.Mrs. Wu Liang was deeply touched. In the past, the family could not eat two catties of meat a year. Now Sanlang buys a large piece of pork when he comes home. Keep the money for you to marry later."

"Money is earned, not saved." Saburo said, "I know, no one can afford to eat meat every day." He dare not say that the money spent is all his family's adult.

Seeing that Sanlang is getting more and more capable, Wu Liangshi didn't care much about him before, and her good marriage is gone, but now not only doesn't dare to care about him, but also feels sorry for him.As a result, Saburo said how to do it.

Saburo is not the kind of person who can't tell the difference. Seeing that they are not as brainless as before, and occupy the body of other people's sons, he and Wu Daming pulled the wheat to the wheat field in the middle of the village, and called Xiaowu to watch Other people's livestock don't eat wheat, so they go home to cook.

Hearing the knock on the door, Simei put down the firewood and went to open the door.Hearing the fourth sister's exclamation, San Lang poked his head out of the kitchen, and when he saw someone, he immediately had a headache.

Zhen Qingming grinned at him, "What do you eat?" What a man in the capital, he learned a lot of country slang at some point.

What else can I do, I have cooked too much rice, and I am afraid that the leftover fried rice is not enough to eat, and I am planning to fry a few slices of steamed buns.Now, the foodies are here, and Sanlang is even more dizzy from the heat in the kitchen.

Apparently Mr. Zhen didn't notice this. Seeing the red, white and yellow things on the stove, "What's that? Rice?" He stretched out his hand to take it.

Saburo couldn't help but slap him, "Put it down, this is for my parents!"

"I can't eat?" Master Zhen stared, seemingly very angry.

In terms of closeness, the closest relatives to Saburo are the twins, followed by the original owner's parents, but Zhen Qingming is very special, he is the person that Saburo likes, Saburo loves him and wants to be with him forever.

But this man, he is only normal when handling the case. In normal times, as Dong said, all kinds of abnormalities are added together-snake spirit disease.

To tell the truth, fried rice is not something expensive in Saburo's eyes, regardless of the diced meat and eggs in it, "Fourth sister, go see your parents and don't come back, I will deliver food to you later."

"Why?" Fourth Sister didn't understand.

"If mom and dad know that your lord is at our house, don't you find it bothering that people from the village should come to watch your lord?" Sanlang asked.

The fourth younger sister was afraid that Mr. Zhen would be snatched away by the gang of tough women in the village, so she nodded vigorously, "It's annoying!" After saying that, she ran to the village, saw his parents turning wheat, and ran to the field.

Wu Liang put down the iron fork and walked over, "Is your brother ready to cook?"

"Third Brother said he would bring the food later, it's cool here." Fourth Sister stood under the lush trees and raised her head, "It's a good thing you are here, if you are not here, I have to look everywhere."

"Don't let your brother see you off, let's go home." Wu Daming finally looked like an elder.

"Third Brother thinks it's hot at home." While saying that, he gave Xiao Wu a wink. The twins have a tacit understanding. It’s a waste of a trip, it’s still hot.”

Seeing her daughter's face flushed from the sun, Wu Liang decided to call the shots, "Master, turn over the wheat one more time, and San Lang should come."

Wu Daming thought so too, taking advantage of the sun at noon, he scorched the ears of wheat, and turned around to grind the wheat grains twice with a stone roller pulled by a rented ox.

Pack the wheat grains home early in the afternoon, and then go to the field to cut the wheat for a while when the weather is not hot. Maybe I can finish the four acres of land today.

Saburo looked at the wolf-like man, "He didn't eat in the morning?"

"I ate, a bowl of porridge, three steamed buns, and two deep-fried dough sticks." Dongbao said, "But the porridge is not as tasty as yours. The rice is rotten, and the rice is as hot as clear water."

Sighing softly, Saburo didn't say anything, and quickly made a few more egg pancakes, wrapped them in gauze, "Keep them for when you're hungry. What are you going to do later?"

"The young master is afraid that it will rain in a few days, so he will go to various places to check the wheat harvest. Let's go to the north in the afternoon." Dongbao ate steamed buns with oily kang while lighting the fire.

"It's hot outside right now, let's go after a while." Sanlang heard that he didn't come here on purpose to grab a meal, and felt distressed for a while, "What else?" Seeing Zhen Qingming put down the bowl, he hurriedly asked.

Mrs. Zhen ate a bowl of fried rice with eggs and drank some water, hiccupping.Seeing the things in Dongbao's hand, "Save me a few pieces of steamed buns."

Saburo simply sliced ​​up all the steamed buns, wrapped them in eggs and put them in oil, and then wrapped a bag for him. Then, with egg pancakes and egg fried rice and the remaining sliced ​​steamed buns, he took another pot of cold water and boiled it to his family.

When he arrived at the threshing field, he secretly told Xiao Wu the news of Zhen Qingming's arrival. In Xiao Wulang's heart, that was his wife. Hearing his brother asked him to watch his parents and not let them go home, in case the neighbors would be disturbed. Knowing that, he patted his chest and said, "Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Saburo rolled the steamed bun slices with egg pancakes, ate one, drank some water and stopped eating, "Mother, let Simei take the bowls and chopsticks home later, I'll go back and feed the pigs."

"If you eat more, they won't starve to death if you feed them later." Wu Liang thought for a while and said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you guys are looking at who's cattle are free to rent and use them. Don't turn around and rain." After Sanlang said this, Wu Liangshi stopped clamoring to go home. After all, the weather in this season is like a child's face. Just say it.

Saburo breathed a sigh of relief, always felt like cheating, he sneaked home and sent people away, and when he came back, he was sweating and screaming hungry.After washing the pigsty clean, the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water. Even Sanlang felt very sweet, because he saw his county magistrate.

Zhen Qingming was also very happy after eating the egg fried rice made by Saburo. He was very happy. Walking on the steaming road, the sweat left behind was sweet.

Seeing the smile on his face, Dong Bao always found it inconceivable. Although the food made by San Lang was delicious, it was still incomparable to the exquisite dishes in the prime minister's mansion. How could he not see the young master so happy before.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Zhen Qingming glanced at him.

Dong Bao scratched his face, but didn't know what to say, "Master, is it hot?"

"It's okay." He wiped the sweat off his face.

Hearing this, Dong Bao saw that his back was completely wet, suddenly stopped, and then raised his legs to follow.The young master of his family walked around in such a big circle, wouldn't it be just to eat the food made by Saburo.

Dong Bao's heart trembled, he seemed to know something extraordinary, but after thinking about it carefully, he found it impossible.

If he knew that Zhen Qingming's happiness only lasted until night, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night.Because he didn't know, the person who had been running for a day snored while lying in bed.

Master Zhen tossed and turned, and felt that his bed was a bit big for the first time.Huo Ran sat up from the bed, leaned back again, resting his head on his arms, staring at the beams, Master Zhen didn't know what was wrong with him, but quickly attributed his abnormality to Saburo's good character!

After Sanlang helped the family collect the wheat, he told his parents that even if they had to help Wu Erming with work, they couldn't tire him out. After returning to the county, he rushed east to the prime minister's mansion.

The servant Cao looked at the majestic lions on both sides of the gate, and then at the three big characters on the door plaque——Zhen Xiangfu, he couldn't help shivering, "Is this your lord's home?"

Seeing his nervous expression, Dong Lai said with a smile, "Go in, my father will take you to rest, and I will see Mrs. Madam."

When he heard that he didn't need to meet the prime minister, Cao Yamen breathed a sigh of relief. His Excellency sent him to accompany Donglai. He was self-aware, and when he saw a kind-hearted middle-aged man walking towards him, he hurriedly separated from Donglai.

When Madam Zhen saw that Donglai was fatter than when she left, she immediately felt relieved. Thinking that Yao'er only knows how to solve crimes and is too lazy to deal with the world, she asked, "Is the young master used to Taoyuan County? Is the food good? How is the living? Is there any?" People who don't have eyes make things difficult for him?"

"Going back to Madam, everything is going well for the young master in Taoyuan County. The young master sent the younger one over because he was worried that the 'Eastern Palace Guard Murder Case' would affect the master and his wife. The young master is not at ease. He must see that his family is fine before he can eat." Dong said He couldn't help but slander, he dreamed of seeing the young master not eating, but after following him for ten years, he never had a chance to see him skip a meal.

Zhen Xiang knew his son better, and was overjoyed when he heard Donglai's words, "Does your young master know what it means to have trouble sleeping and eating?"

Dong Lai rubbed his hands, "I don't seem to know." Seeing that the master can still joke with him, he was immediately relieved.

He didn't need to guess that those princes would definitely take this opportunity to make things difficult for the prince. If they couldn't kill him, they would make him lose a lot of skin. After all, the guards of the Eastern Palace have done a lot of immoral things over the years.

"Tell me about his specific life there." Yao'er went so far away from home for the first time, and Xiang Zhen was angry at his elder son's bad idea when he thought about it.

"Taoyuan County is not big, and the county magistrate and boss are very nice and capable. The young master has hardly done anything except investigate the case. Every day, I go to Sanlang's house for dinner and then go back to the county office. Life is not a little more monotonous than in the capital. Two o'clock."

"Does he usually go out to play?" Er'er traveled thousands of miles and his mother was worried, and Mrs. Zhen asked again, "Have you made new friends? How is your relationship with the county magistrate?"

"I have a good relationship with the people in the yamen, they adore the young master." Donglai couldn't help but be proud, "The young master is the same as when he was in the capital, unless he had to go out of the county government office, and occasionally went shopping with Saburo, he still wanted to be given He makes good food."

grocery shopping?Xiang Zhen and his wife looked at each other, and they both saw the inconceivable in each other's eyes, so they asked themselves more worried, "Did Prince Duan ask Qingming?"

"No." Dong Lai said, "My lord doesn't have time. I heard from Sanlang that he has a big belly and is about to give birth, so he doesn't have time to find the young master."

The news of Duan Wang's pregnancy has already spread, and now the crown prince sent someone to kill him regardless of brotherhood, Xiang Zhen had an idea in his heart, but he didn't reveal it to anyone, "Who is San Lang?"

"The young master likes to eat the cakes made by him the most when we dine with us, and he will not feel comfortable if he doesn't eat a meal." Donglai said Zhen Qingming's performance without reservation, "Sanlang will go home for the festival on the Dragon Boat Festival, young master No one is allowed to go back."

"How does the food made by that Wu Sanlang compare to that of the imperial chef?" Zhen Xiang knew that Yao'er was a foodie, could it be that he was getting sicker.

"Um, probably not as delicious as the imperial chef's cooking." Dong Lai had no chance to enter the palace, so he thought about it, "To be honest, it's not as delicious as the chef's cooking in the mansion."

Madam Zhen's head flicked, and she blurted out, "Are you sure Qingming likes rice?"