What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

He sat and rested for a long time, drank most of the pot of cold water, and then found a broom, drove away the little yellow chickens pecking at the wood chips, packed up the saw chips, and put them in the kitchen. This thing can catch fire , is a good thing.

As for the wooden section, he was determined to ask someone to split it, so he put it there for the time being.

It was 05:30, and there was no direct sunlight in the yard. Jingmo brought well water to water the vegetable seedlings.

After finishing this, Jing Mo washed his hands, took out the pig bones from the ring, chopped them into pieces, washed them clean, poured a lot of salt to marinate them, and prepared for cooking salty bone porridge tomorrow.

Because the bones had to be marinated overnight to taste, Jing Mo was not in a hurry to eat them, but was just planning for tomorrow's meal.

Let's eat pork liver and lean meat porridge tonight.

The offal sold to him by the butcher stall owner contained everything but large intestines.

It is probably because of the strong smell of large intestines, and the owner of the meat stall can't handle it cleanly. He is afraid that the customers will dislike him, so he dare not sell it.

Cut the pork liver and lean meat into thin slices, add salt, shredded ginger, and sweet potato powder, stir and marinate, then light the fire, wash rice and cook porridge.

He put in a lot of rice, in addition to budgeting for Nan Xing and Uncle Wu, he also cooked chickens and ducks. The porridge can be mixed with rice bran to feed chickens and ducks.

This Jingmo still has an impression. There are quite a few period dramas of this kind in the TV series on the optical brain. His mother used to love to watch them. Thanks to her, Jingmo will not be ignorant in another world.

Taking advantage of the interval between cooking porridge, Jing Mo shoveled the plant ash, sprinkled it on the chicken cakes pulled by Xiaojizai, and cleaned the entire yard.

And put the packed chicken cakes wrapped in plant ash beside the vegetable field.

Raising chickens and ducks in the yard is obviously not a long-term solution. The weather is hot, not to mention the breeding of germs, and the air is not good.

Either he doesn't keep them or he has to find a coop.

In short, there is still work to be done.

After a stick of incense, the porridge simmered slowly over a low fire was boiled, and the aroma of the rice oozes out. When the lid is opened, the heat blows in.

After Jing Mo waited for the white smoke to dissipate, he filled a third of it and put it in a large basin. He was going to let it cool for a while, and then he mixed it with rice bran powder and fed it to the chickens.

Then pour the marinated pork liver and lean meat into the pot and stir.

The meat is cooked instantly at high temperature, and the aroma rushes out.

Jing Mo took out the unburned firewood in the stove and extinguished it, leaving behind the charcoal fire, and let it warm for a few more minutes.

Covering the pot, Jing Mo chopped some green onions and set aside for later use.

Then he went to the utility room with the big bowl filled with porridge. He squatted in front of the basket, put the big bowl on the ground, held the broken wooden branch in his right hand, and added rice bran powder into it with his left hand until it fit.

But when it came time to feed, Jing Mo found another problem, he didn't prepare a chicken food bowl.

He is reluctant to use this big pot as a chicken food pot. The craftsmanship is not good in this era, and one of his stainless steel pots is broken, so it is natural to use it sparingly.

Moreover, the chicken food bowl can be made of bamboo or wood, which is not so expensive.

Jing Mo had no choice but to go to Nan Xing's house to ask if there was any.

Since it's all over, let's just take the porridge with us.

Jing Mo washed his hands, went back to the kitchen, poured some peanut oil into the porridge to enhance the flavor, stirred it, found another pot, filled it, and sprinkled with chopped green onion for decoration.

Then he went out with the porridge.

The work in the field was completed early today, and when Jing Mo passed by, Nan Xing had just returned, and the courtyard door hadn't even had time to close, and Jing Mo just happened to steal it.

Jing Mo was too lazy to listen to Nan Xing's refusal, so he knocked on the door intentionally and refused to invite himself in.

Nan Xing just finished taking off his straw hat, put away his hoe and sickle, and washed his face with a basin of clean water.

Hearing the knock on the door, when he looked up, he saw Jing Mo coming in with a shiny object.

Jing Mo is more like a master than Nan Xing: "Are you back?"

Nan Xing wiped off the water droplets on his face with a towel, and hummed: "The grass has been mowed."

"Okay, I made pork liver and lean meat porridge. This is good for your health. You and Uncle Fifth have some."

"..." To be honest, Nan Xing was a little numb. He didn't know how a big man likes to give food to people so much. He poured the dirty water from the wooden basin into the ditch and said, "You There is still meat from lunch."

"Not much, right? It's okay to send porridge to eat." Jing Mo was afraid to continue, but Nan Xing asked him to take it back, so he quickly walked into the kitchen, cutting first and then playing.

Uncle Wu also planned to cook noodles, not because he was reluctant to eat, but because Nan Xing had a bad appetite, so he could eat more noodles at least.

He had just boiled the water, the noodles were still on the stove, and just as he was about to serve them, Jing Mo came over.

As soon as Jing Mo entered the kitchen, he saw Uncle Wu busy, and stopped him: "Don't do it, Uncle Wu, I have some porridge, let's eat it tonight."

Uncle Wu smelled the fragrance, and looked with his head, the basin was full of meat: "Did you misunderstand the general?"

"???"

Uncle Wu liked to see his stupid look, and said with a smile: "I know you are kind, but it is not easy for you to earn money, and you don't have to count our grandpa and grandson in every meal. If you give it once in a while, I can still accept it. You If it is like this every day, I will inevitably be talked about by the stars."

In the final analysis, there is a difference in identity.

Jing Mo understands Uncle Wu's meaning, and he doesn't want to cause trouble to Nan Xing. His one-sided and self-righteous feeding is actually just a kind of trouble to Nan Xing.

"I'm here to borrow something." Jing Mo put the porridge on the dining table: "I don't have a chicken bowl at home, do you have one?"

Nan Xing heard the conversation between the two at the door, and replied: "Yes, wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

"Thank you."

After Nan Xing left, Uncle Wu jokingly said, "If you plan to cook our meal next time, please let me know in advance. Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise I will be blamed."

Jing Mo smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Uncle Wu smelled the porridge: "What kind of porridge is this?"

"Pork liver and lean meat porridge, pork liver nourishes blood, can be eaten often." Jing Mo introduced.

"Pork liver? This thing can cook porridge..." Fifth Uncle looked as if he had seen it.

"You can also stir-fry peppers and cook soup. It tastes very good. I will make it for you next time."

"Next time I'll ask Xing Xing to buy some." Uncle Wu said fairly.

Jing Mo didn't speak any more.

Uncle Wu went to get the bowls and chopsticks, and asked again, "Let's eat together?"

"No, I'll go home and eat."

After a few words, Nan Xing came back, and he found two wooden chicken food bowls that were more than ten centimeters long and ten centimeters high: "It's still usable, you can make it work first."

"Okay." Jing Mo took it over.

The wooden chicken food bowl has scratches and looks old, it should be something that has been used for a long time.

It may be that Nan Xing didn't take it out after putting it away last time.

"Thank you for the porridge. I will send the bowl to you later."

Jing Mo shook his head: "It's okay, there's no rush."

Nan Xing said again: "You don't need to go to the field tomorrow, you can start weaving the bamboo chicken coop you want."

Jing Mo made a gesture: "It's more convenient to get this kind of round ones, and after raising this batch, I don't plan to raise them anymore."

"Why?" Nan Xing was curious, he thought this person had figured it out, catching chickens, catching ducks and farming was the beginning of life planning.

Jing Mo sighed, with a melancholy look on his face: "It's too difficult, and I have to shovel shit and feed it, forget it, I don't want to do it anymore."

"..." So what happened to this person is actually an illusion?

Even Fifth Uncle didn't expect that the reason given by Jing Mo would be so undisguised.

Can not help but be a little surprised.

"Since this is the case, there is no need to make a chicken coop, and our family will not be able to use it for the time being. You can use it first."

"Alright, so what are you going to do tomorrow?"

Nan Xing replied: "Finish the previous list first."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"Well, I'll send you the basin later." Nan Xing sent him out.

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