What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Jing Mo rejected Uncle Wu's invitation again, and planned to take the chicken coop home.

Nan Xing called to him: "Wait a minute, I'll bring you some vegetable leaves, and you take them back to feed the chickens."

"..." To be honest, he forgot about it.

Nan Xing said that he had already guessed that this would be the result.

He went into the kitchen, randomly stuffed the yellow leaves that fifth uncle had picked off into the vegetable basket, and handed them to Jingmo.

"Use a bowl when you go back, and fill it with water for them to drink." Nan Xing knew that this person had no experience in raising chickens, so he specially instructed him.

Jing Mo nodded, indicating that he understood.

He returned home with a vegetable basket in his left hand and a chicken coop in his right.

The room was pitch black, Jing Mo lit a candle, and according to what Nan Xing said, loosely tied the pheasant and stuffed it into the chicken coop, found a bowl, filled half of it with water, and put it in the chicken coop together with the vegetable leaves.

The two pheasants changed their environment and nested together like a quail, motionless.

Jing Mo saw that they didn't look like they would die at any time, so he ignored them and closed the bamboo door of the chicken coop.

Then I went to fetch well water and water the vegetables.

The vegetable seedlings have grown to about ten centimeters high. If you just want to eat the seedlings, you can pick them in a few days.

At that time, he will not have to buy vegetables frequently.

Go back to the kitchen, take out the fish head from the interspatial ring, wash it and add sliced ​​ginger to make a soup. After the water boils, put in the washed chicken fir fungus. After cooking for about a cup of tea, add the noodles and cook After cooking, I added a small handful of wild vegetables, and simply ate a bowl of fish noodle soup.

If he wanted to go to the town to buy a hatchet tomorrow, he had to go to the village chief's house to get a certificate tonight.

Afraid that the village head would go to bed early, Jing Mo went out after dinner.

On summer nights, the moon and stars are scarce, and the moonlight shines on the earth, clearly illuminating the outline of the houses and bluestone slabs.

Jing Mo was walking on the road, his shadow was long.

After the sun goes down, the evening breeze blows, and summer nights become more comfortable.

Jing Mo arrived at the village chief's house on the moonlight.

The village chief had already had dinner and had already taken a bath and was ready to rest.

It's also fortunate that Jing Mo knew to come here earlier, otherwise he would definitely be rejected.

When the village head heard that he wanted to buy farm tools, he held a lamp and wrote a certificate.

When the village chief handed him the certificate, he said, "As for the candidate for digging the land, I invited Ah Hai, and the salary will be three fen more."

Jing Mo took the certificate with both hands, and nodded without blinking when he heard this: "Okay."

For a moment, the village chief felt that he was only talking about thirty cents a day, and based on Jing Mo's indifferent appearance, he probably nodded his head.

Can't help sighing: "You can grow up."

"???" Jing Mo was stunned by such an entrustment.

The village chief was too lazy to look at him, and waved him away: "Go back, go back, come back early tomorrow, the field still needs cattle."

"Oh." Jing Mo, who didn't understand the situation, left in a daze.

Early the next morning, Jing Mo got up from the bed, washed up and went to the entrance of the village for a ride.

Because it is busy farming, there are not many people going to the town.

Nanhai makes this trip every day, in addition to earning some change, it is also for the convenience of the villagers.

All the people who went to town today were unfamiliar faces.

There are women and there are men.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, they all know Jingmo.

But because I was not familiar with each other, I only said hello without much communication.

When we arrived in the town, when we got off the car, Nan Hai called to him: "I have already told them that I will go back with a stick of incense early today, and you should also watch the time, so don't go shopping too late."

"Okay." Jing Mo knew that he would go to the field when he went back, so he agreed.

Since he didn't have breakfast, he went to buy two meat buns and a vegetable bun to fill his stomach.

The steamed stuffed buns in this era are a bit expensive, but they are made of real materials, with thin skin and lots of stuffing.

Meat buns cost two pennies each, while vegetable buns cost a penny each, and both are as big as a palm, which is a good deal.

Jing Mo gave five Wen, and walked towards the iron shop while eating the buns.

When he arrived at the street of the iron shop, he finished his steamed stuffed bun, wiped his mouth, and walked in.

The iron shop is a special street, and as soon as you enter that area, you can hear the clang of iron and steel.

Jing Mo walked into a house at random and explained his purpose to the blacksmith.

"Master, I want to buy some farm tools."

The blacksmith was bare-armed, and sweat was dripping on his solid chest. He wiped the sweat off his face with a sweat towel, and asked, "Do you have proof?"

Jing Mo took out the certificate from his arms and handed it to him.

The blacksmith took it and read it carefully before asking, "What tools do you want?"

"Hoes, rakes, sickles... There are also saws, hatchets and axes." Jingmo reported a set of commonly used agricultural tools.

The blacksmith was a little surprised: "So much at once?"

Jing Mo hummed: "I just moved here, and I lack these things at home."

Then the blacksmith understood: "The things you mentioned are in stock, but the price is a bit high."

"It's okay, you can make a summary." To be honest, Jingmo really doesn't know how to bargain.

This kind of person is destined to be a person who does not meet the condition of "being able to live a life" in the eyes of others.

The blacksmith didn't expect that he didn't even ask the price. Looking at him again, he obviously doesn't look like a rich man. How could he be so generous?

He asked his apprentice to come over, first to register the information, and then pick out the things Jing Mo needed one by one.

He used the abacus again, and allocated the amount to the tool.

"...Thanks to your patronage, the total is nine taels and 210 Wen. If you buy too much, I will erase the change for you and give you nine taels and two hundred Wen."

Even the price was cut by the boss on his own initiative, Jingmo: "Can you deliver the goods?"

"Yes, but you have to pay the toll, where to send it?"

"Nanhe Village, when you get there, just ask for my name, they all know me." Jing Mo finally realized the benefits of 'well known'.

The blacksmith put away the abacus and nodded: "Okay, when are you home?"

"Afternoon, I won't be back until later."

"Okay, I'll let someone open the knife and send it to you."

"Thank you."

Jing Mo took out ten taels of silver, and exchanged for a lot of change.

The copper plates are very heavy, and they are stuffed in the purse.

Jing Mo left the blacksmith shop with a bag of copper plates.

After going out, I went to the grocery store again, bought a water bag, and then went straight to the market.

He was in a hurry when he came to the town twice, and he didn't have time to take a good look around Wuyang Town.

When he arrived at the market, Jing Mo went straight to the pork stall where he bought pork last time. This time he came earlier, and there was a lot of pork left. He saw that the meat was fresh, so he asked the boss for three catties of fat and two catties of lean meat.

The owner of the butcher stall had an impression of him, firstly because he was generous, and secondly because he had short hair and was handsome, making it difficult for people to remember him.

"The price of meat is still the same, [-] yuan for fat meat and [-] yuan for lean meat."

Jing Mo, who never haggled the price, responded immediately: "Okay, and the pig's scalp? Let's take one too, and weigh the pig's bones and internal organs by the way."

The owner of the meat stall is very happy. Every time he sells pork, there are only internal organs and pig bones left. It is a good thing that he can sell it cheaper.

But most of the time you take it home with you.

The butcher stall owner said: "Except for the pig's scalp for six fen, I'll sell you the rest for four fen."

Of course Jingmo is fine.

The owner of the meat stall swiftly weighed the items and recorded the weight.

"The pig's scalp is two catties and three catties, and the sum of pig bones and internal organs is six and a half catties..." He dialed the abacus and calculated: "The total is 95 yuan and eight yuan, and the eight yuan is not counted. You give 95 yuan Text is fine."

Jing Mo nodded, took out a sling of money, took four out, and gave them to the boss of 96 Wen.

The boss packed all the things Jingmo wanted in paper one by one before taking the money. He counted and gave an extra penny, and wanted to return it to Jingmo.

Jing Mo said: "Rounding up, you should also accept 96 essays."

He does this because he feels that he has taken advantage of it, and he is really embarrassed to waive the eight dollars.

The owner of the meat stall changed his image repeatedly: "Thank you, customer."

Jing Mo said again: "Leave the things here first, I'll come and get them after I've bought them all."

"No problem, just go." The meat stall owner lifted the oiled paper bag to the side to prevent it from being taken away by others.

Jingmo actually wants to buy beef, but the only meat on the market now is chicken, duck, fish, rabbit and pork.

But beef is not available. In this dynasty, cattle, as an indispensable labor force, were scarce goods. If they were caught butchering privately, they would not only be fined, but might even face jail time.

With such strict control over cattle, it is very difficult to eat beef.

Jing Mo had no choice but to give up this idea.

At the same time, he discovered another good thing. Jingmo can catch pheasants, fish, and rabbits on the mountain, but he can't get ducks.

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