Self-cultivation of male support

Shi Yan lived in Taohua Village for more than half a year, and got along very well with the villagers. Old girls, daughter-in-laws, and old ladies often passed by their house and gave a handful of vegetables and beans grown by themselves.

One day, the Taoist was squatting by the well washing vegetables, looking at the sky, and suddenly asked Shi Yan who was lying under a tree basking in the sun: "Boss, do you want me to go to Fucheng to find out the situation?"

Shi Yan's voice came from under the book, muffled: "What's going on?"

Shi Yan was indeed a little confused by the Taoist priest's question.

The Taoist was in a hurry, dropped the vegetables in his hand, walked quickly to Shi Yan, took off the book that Shi Yan had covered his face, and said indignantly: "I went to the gentleman in Fucheng to inquire about the potato. Indeed, during the founding of the country, there was a lot of trouble. Almost all the big businessmen who went to sea in those days received orders from the emperor.

Boss, you planted the potatoes, but it was a great achievement. It stands to reason that you have given the potatoes to Mr. Zhizhou for several months, and the reward from the court should have come down long ago.

Now there is no movement at all, could it be, could it be that someone is obstructing it and embezzling your credit? "

After hearing this, Shi Yan covered his face with the book again, waved his hands and said, "I know what I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat red fruit egg drop soup for lunch today, remember to put two more red fruits, don't make a fuss.

This thing is not resistant to storage, if one is not good, all will be ruined, it is better to eat it in the stomach. "

Hearing this, the monk who was in a daze under the eaves, his eyes sparkled excitedly: "I want to eat egg noodles with red fruit, put two more spoons of red fruit jam on the noodles, place a small boiled green vegetable, and put a pinch of shredded chicken."

The Taoist rolled his eyes angrily: "Can't you have some other pursuits? If you eat this every day, I think you might just grow into noodles."

The monk straightened his chest unconvinced, and argued hard: "My focus is not on noodles, but red fruit eggs, understand?"

Shi Yan turned around lazily, feeling that the two of them were arguing purely for idleness.

Since the tomatoes at home have matured, cabbage seeds have been sprinkled on the ground, and before winter comes, they can still harvest a crop of Chinese cabbage in the cellar, and the two of them have been completely idle.

From then on, Taoist priests fell in love with studying cooking skills, monks went to the city to look for books on farming, and spent all their spare time bickering.

Shi Yan thought to himself: The modern and ancient times have crossed, it's really not a human life, every time you come from the modern, you have to get used to it for a long time.Compared with modern efficient, fast and convenient efficiency, ancient times can be said to have nothing.

"Is Mr. Li at home? I brought you what you asked for!"

When Shi Yan heard the voice, he knew it was the village railway station next door.

The eldest son of the craftsman's family suddenly regained his spirits, stood up and took two quick steps, and opened the door himself.

The monks and priests were all surprised. I have never seen Shi Yan who can lie down and not sit so actively. This is a person who usually even wants to be replaced when he eats.

The two hurriedly followed, only to see the eldest son of the blacksmith's family hand over to Shi Yan a very gentle iron pot with a black edge polished, showing his big white teeth, naively persuading Shi Yan.

"Li Xianggong, my father said that iron pots appeared as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but iron is not easy to come by, and the cost is too high. It is not worthwhile to use it to boil water and cook vegetables. It is better to use a large kitchen knife. It has been passed on for generations!"

After that, he took out a palm-sized piece of iron from the basket in his hand: "This is the iron left over from the iron pot, and I brought it to you."

Shi Yan waved his hand with a smile, and took out a bunch of copper coins from his cuff, about a hundred of them, and handed them to the strong man in front of him: "This is wages, take the rest of the iron back, you don't have to destroy your house for me rules."

The big man smiled foolishly and went back with the copper plate.

Shi Yan turned and went into the courtyard, and went straight to the kitchen, the Taoist said curiously: "Few people in the countryside can afford iron pots, they usually use clay pots and casserole pots, only some big families have iron pots.

But the taste of the cooked food is almost the same, why bother to make an iron pot?

I heard that during the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was popular among nobles in the capital to cook vegetables in iron pots. No one can say exactly how to cook vegetables, but the taste must be bad. "

Monk Wang An asked curiously, "How do you know it tastes bad?"

Taoist Liu Quan looked at the monk with the eyes of a fool: "If it tastes good, can the nobles in the capital still cook vegetables and rice now?"

Shi Yanxin said, without condiments, if you use a golden pot or a silver pot, stir-fry it over high heat, the smell of white meat will not be less fishy.

Shi Yan drove the two people who were in the way out: "Don't stand in the way, I'll let you all see my skills today."

The Taoist just wanted to say, are you okay?He remembered again, when he came here on the first day, the meal that Shi Yan cooked that hooked the two gluttons out, swallowed his saliva and went out.

Shi Yan boiled a pot of water slowly, first briefly sterilized the iron pot, then turned out the pot containing lard, nodded in satisfaction, and started to move.

Soon there was a strange smell coming from all over the yard. Wang An and Liu Quan couldn't bear it anymore, they just squatted at the door and drool at the smell.

Monk Wang An immediately began to gnaw his fingers: "This is too damn delicious! I can eat a pot of rice

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Taoist Liu Quan touched his rumbling stomach, his eyes lost focus: "In the past few years, I often dreamed at night. I dreamed that when I was a child, I would celebrate the New Year at home. There were a hundred and eight delicacies on the table. I was so greedy that I drool in the middle of the night.

I only found out today that it was all because I was ignorant of it before. If I had smelled this smell back then, I probably wouldn’t have that ridiculous dream! "

Their eyes were dreamy, their noses twitched, and they kept moving towards the crack of the kitchen door.

Not only the two of them, but soon five or six children from the neighbors gathered at the gate of the courtyard.

Taoist priest Liu Quan was rare and generous this time, bringing out a few red fruits from the main room, one for each of the children, and sent away the children who didn't want to leave.

Looking at the red fruit left in his hand, he thought about it and stuffed it into his mouth. The more he ate it, the more greedy he became, and he felt that the favorite red fruit in the past was no longer fragrant.

The people waiting were scratching their heads, half an hour later, Shi Yan's four dishes and one soup finally came to the table, vegetarian fried vegetables, hot and sour cabbage, hot pot fish, fried bacon, red fruit egg drop soup.

The smell makes people intoxicated. This time, Wang An and Wang An didn't wait for the boss to move his chopsticks first, so they couldn't resist taking a bite first.

The eyes of the two "swipe" at the same time, staring at Cai, like a man who has been a bachelor for decades, seeing a naked beauty on the bed, wishing to swallow her whole.

Shi Yan was disgusted by the metaphor he thought of, touched the goosebumps on his arms, and said angrily: "Okay, let's eat!"

The meal was very quiet, only the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks hitting the saucer, and the sound of swallowing.

Shi Yan took a sip and realized that the seasoning was not complete and he couldn't make the taste he liked, but he didn't say anything seeing Wang An eating happily.

After eating enough, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, watched quietly as the two poured the last bit of soup from the plate into the bowl, mixed it with rice and ate it, and finally felt comfortable in a daze while rubbing their stomachs.

Shi Yan thought to himself, these two iron fools are absolutely perfect.

Seeing that the two of them had reached a certain level and were drowsy sitting on the chair, Shi Yan decided to remind the two of them: "Are you still planning to become monks in the future?"

Under the confused eyes of the two, Shi Yan pointed to the licked clean plate on the table: "The precept has been broken."

I thought that the two of them would have to struggle a little before they could make a choice, but who knew that their eyes lit up instantly after hearing this.

Monk Wang An: "I have never become a monk, so how can I break the precepts!"

Taoist Liu Quan: "What's the difference between being out of the world and entering the world, what's important is to cultivate your mind?"

Shi Yan: "So, from now on

After that, are you no longer a monk? "

Wang An: "Yes."

Liu Quan: "That's right."

Two people: "If you can eat this delicious food every day, who wouldn't want to become a monk?"

Shi Yan: "..."

"Okay, from now on, you monks and Taoists will all change your attire, especially you monk, you should grow your hair, it will be cold soon, it looks strange." Shi Yan said.

The two agreed very neatly, as if they had been waiting for Shi Yan to say this sentence, their eyes showed the satisfaction of their wishes being fulfilled.

Although the two made a hasty decision that they would no longer be monks, the villagers of Taohua Village couldn't change their words for a while, and still called them by their previous occupations.

Before winter came, Shi Yan went to the grocery store of Wang Qihong's house in Fucheng again. This time Wang Qihong gave Shi Yan two handfuls of golden child's finger-sized seeds that were very hard to the touch.

"You asked me to help you pay attention to all kinds of strange-shaped seeds. Someone just sent this, but none of you know how to plant this thing, when to plant it, when to harvest it, and when to fertilize it. You don't want to waste that manpower and material resources .

If others say that he can grow this thing, I don't believe it, but if it's you, Brother Li, I'm very confident. "Wang Qihong said to Shi Yan with a smile.

After all, I heard from my uncle that the imperial court had already started raising potato seedlings in Huangzhuang, and by next spring, hundreds of acres of potatoes would be planted near the capital.

At that time, the imperial court will reward everyone for meritorious service.

When Shi Yan returned home, he soaked the seeds in warm water, took Wang An and two together, and built a simple greenhouse in the well-lit part of the courtyard.

Liu Quan was puzzled: "Boss, the cost of a greenhouse is too high. The charcoal and firewood burned in one winter can cover the annual expenses of the three of us! Just to grow a few vegetables? It's not worth it!"

What Liu Quan didn't say was that he felt that the money their boss had saved for the past six months, after the greenhouse was built, there might be nothing left.

Liu Quan is already thinking about going to Fucheng to find a restaurant in winter to be a chef to earn money to support his family. He believes that with the cooking skills he learned from his boss, it is more than enough to be a cooking master in Fucheng restaurant.

And Wang An, who is full of strength and fell in love with farming, also thought of the lack of food at home.

I have already made a plan, and tomorrow I will go to Fucheng with Uncle Wang at the east end of the village to carry goods and earn money to support my family.

Fortunately, Shi Yan didn't know what the two of them were thinking, if he knew, he would have goosebumps all over his body again, could it be that these two people really regarded his place as their own home?

He didn't intend to raise the two of them as sons!