I raised a husband in ancient times

Before time travel, Lu Yiming's daily life: killing zombies, digging brain crystals, upgrading abilities, and guarding the base.

After crossing, Lu Yiming's daily life: cutting rice, cutting rice, still cutting rice.

With a height of 1.9 meters, he had to bend his whole body to reach the rice roots close to the ground. He had to bend over and work for a long time, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He helped his stiff waist, which was very sore.

Xiao Miao tacitly took over the relief work.

He straightened his waist and looked around, full of a sense of accomplishment. Apart from being tired, the past five days were not without harvest. The four acres of land were about to be harvested, leaving only a small piece in front of him, which was expected to be completed in less than an hour. .

However, this does not seem to be the idyllic life he imagined, picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence.

Shouldn't it be a pot of sake, looking at withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water?

This blandness is blandness, but it is too bland.

At noon, Pei Xing came to deliver the meal. His feet recovered very well, and he couldn't see any leg that was not straining while walking on the road.

"My husband has worked hard."

He took out the dry handkerchief inside his clothes, raised his head slightly, and gently wiped the sweat from Lu Yiming's temples.

He looked serious, as if he was completing a big event, very serious, and looked a little cute. Lu Yiming only looked at it for a second and then looked away. His heart felt like a feather brushed gently, itching and very comfortable.

Pei Xing folded the handkerchief squarely and put it in his arms, squatted down and opened the rice basket, took out the built-in bowl and chopsticks, and handed it to him.

He reached out to take it. There were not many dishes, but they were better than the previous few days. The main food was rice, and the side dishes included boiled eggs, a piece of bacon and sliced ​​radish.

"have you eaten?"

Seeing that Pei Xing nodded, he started to cook rice. After working all morning, he was already hungry and exhausted from physical activity, and gruel for breakfast was not enough.

It took only a blink of an eye for the food to bottom out. He didn't know that he could eat so fast before. The reason was that he didn't do pure physical work like this.

The rice in the paddy field is not in a hurry to harvest, it needs to dry in the sun for a while, and there is no weather forecast, and he doesn't know how Lu's father, Lu's mother and Pei Xing deduced that it will be sunny in a few days, anyway, according to them That's right, the working people's practical experience in life is highly credible.

After resting for a while, Lu Yiming started to chase people away: "You go back first."

Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity of delivering meals to pay more attention to her husband, but now that her husband had spoken, he dared not refuse, so he dawdled for a long time before reluctantly getting up and leaving.

It's not that he really wants to drive people away, but after the rice harvesting is over, Lu Yiming plans to go to Xiaoyin Mountain again to find a persimmon tree for Xiaomiao. If his family finds out, he will be frightened. Will say more.

In autumn, the sun is far away, and it moves quickly to the west. After harvesting the rice, the sun is already at two o'clock above the head, and there is still about an hour and a half before dark.

He quickened his pace, striving to go down the mountain and go home before dark.

[Where is the persimmon tree? 】

The seedling, which had never had a chance to activate itself, popped out of his head, detached from his body, and quickly grew into a one-meter-long vine, rushing straight forward.

【follow me. 】

Keeping up with Miao Miao, they soon arrived at their destination.

The persimmon tree is halfway up the mountain, with red lanterns hanging on the branches, and the dry leaves fluttering in the wind, as if welcoming visitors.

This persimmon tree is nearly three storeys high, and half of it stretches out of the steep mountain wall. Once the branch breaks, people can easily fall to the bottom of the mountain.

These persimmons are not easy to pick, otherwise there would not be so many left.

Xiao Miao didn't care whether Lu Yiming could climb up or not, she had already climbed to the top of the tree in no time, picking those big and red persimmons to eat.

【It's so sweet! 】

Lu Yiming stuck the sickle between the branches of the tree and climbed up little by little. About one-third of the height, he only reached a red persimmon.

The persimmons at the bottom were hard when pinched, not bright red at the top, but still orange-yellow, with a faint hoarfrost on the surface. He picked off the half-ripe persimmons with calyxes, and they could be made into persimmons at that time.

The color of the persimmons becomes darker as you go up, but there are fewer intact persimmons. Some are eaten by birds in the mountains, and some rot or fall to the ground after ripening.

There are few ripe persimmons. He leaned against the trunk and picked a ripe persimmon. It was soft and crystal clear, and only a thin layer of skin remained, as if it would crack at any time. He lightly Gently break the two sides, and the plump flesh is torn apart from the middle, without astringency, sweet and delicious.

After eating their fill, Miao Miao also came down to help pick them, and the basket was quickly filled with mostly half-ripe persimmons that hadn't softened yet, so they were not easy to be crushed in the basket.

Lu Yiming put the overripe persimmons on top, which had to be eaten today and tomorrow.

【You eat so much, can you grow persimmons? 】

Lu Yiming was actually just asking casually. After all, he had never seen it bear fruit when he ate all kinds of fruits before, but he ate too much brain crystals, and his brain didn't seem to be very bright...

The movement of the young seedling waving the vine froze. This is a question worth thinking about, so can it grow?

Although persimmons are delicious, but well, it doesn't want to have a red tumor on its body!Look at the thing on this foot that hasn't been taken off yet.

It was wrapped around Lu Yiming's arm, and after all he couldn't help but give it a try. It secretly mobilized the energy of its whole body to concentrate on the middle of the vine.

One second, two seconds, time passed little by little, no new spores emerged, it took a peek at Lu Yiming, no one noticed its actions, it was relieved.

It just said, how could a high-level plant like it grow weird things.

Before the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, Xiao Miao suddenly felt extremely itchy near the tip. She focused on feeling this, and saw a small green fruit emerging from the tip, which became larger and changed visibly with the naked eye. red.

【? ! 】

Arms suddenly tightened, and Lu Yiming, who was on his way, lowered his head to check the situation. A big, round and red persimmon suddenly grew out of the original green vine, which almost hit his mouth.

Shock? !

He reacted with Xiao Miao, just want to know what just happened?

[Can it really grow? 】

[Wooooow, I'm so ugly, take it off quickly! 】

Under Xiao Miao's strong request, this newborn persimmon still did not escape the fate of being picked off. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Except for its larger size, he didn't notice any difference from ordinary persimmons. He threw it in the basket Here, hurry down the hill.

In autumn, the sun sets early, the sun goes away, and the bright sky quietly darkens. When Lu Yiming stepped into the door of the house, darkness fell.

"My husband is back!"

Pei Xing ran towards him happily like a bunny, not forgetting to remind the room, maybe because he thought the yelling and jumping up and down was not good, he slowed down five steps away from Lu Yiming, Become very rigid.

Lu Yiming couldn't help rubbing his well-behaved head, and said softly, "Slow down, the feet are just right."

When he raised his hand, Pei Xing's eyes were sharp, and he happened to see a basket full of persimmons behind him, backed by Lu's mother. He puffed up his cheeks, and said in a disapproving tone, "Husband, you have gone up the mountain again!"

He knew that there was an old persimmon tree in Xiaoyin Mountain, but he would go to that place only when there was a famine, and pick up some persimmons from the bottom to eat. No one dared to climb.

In the end, if he didn't pay attention, my husband actually climbed this persimmon tree, how could he not be angry, how dangerous it is!

Before Pei Xing filed a complaint, Lu's mother saw the box of persimmons and understood the conflict between the two of them without even thinking about it.

Lu's mother's outspoken reprimand was stopped by Lu's father, and she didn't say anything in the end, leaving only the lonely brother Xing to sulk.

Under the table, Lu Yiming tugged at Pei Xing, and the two whispered in their ears: "If you are worried, I will take you there next time."

Xiao Miao told him that on a certain unnamed mountain behind Xiaoyin Mountain, there seemed to be a hot spring, and there was something underneath that attracted it.

After coming here, he hasn't gone to relax yet. When he knew there was a hot spring, he was the first to share it with Pei Xing. His body is cold, and more hot springs are good for him.

It's another matter in Lu's mother's ears. She was almost laughed out of anger. If one person is worried about two people, can she be relieved?

"It's such a dangerous place, just go as you go, what are you doing with Brother Xing?"

Lu Yiming shut his mouth sensibly, and didn't make any excuses in this regard. He lowered his head and glanced at Pei Xing, and found that the other party was also turning his eyes to look at him, obviously taking it seriously.

The sound of finger tapping on the table was heard, and Father Lu sat on the top seat, reminding them as the head of the family to hurry up and eat.

It was dark early, and there were no entertainment items here. After tidying up, Lu Yiming and Pei Xing worked together to sort the persimmons one by one.

Put the cooked ones together and eat them in the past two days, and pick out the half-ripe ones and put them aside for making persimmons.

Mother Lu and Pei Xing peeled the persimmons by hand. Lu Yiming divided the peeled persimmons into two piles. Put it on the shelf and take it out to dry naturally tomorrow.

As for the cut persimmon skins, they should not be discarded. They should be placed on bamboo flats and dried in the sun for future storage.

"My husband knows a lot."

The first process of persimmon cakes was completed, and Pei Xing sat aside and looked at Lu Yiming, who was tying the rope, with his chin on the side, and suddenly said this sentence.

"Do you like it?" Mother Lu asked calmly from the side.

Lu Yiming's hands remained the same, his ears were quietly pricked up, only to hear a soft "um", his heart beat a beat slower.

At this moment, he was eager to see Pei Xing's face, so he pretended to turn his head inadvertently, intending to peek at the facial expression of the little husband.

Mother Lu and Pei Xing each took a persimmon, still relishing it in their mouths, as if they had no special emotions.

At this time, he heard Lu's mother say again: "If you like it, eat more."