What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

On the other side, Jingmo, who came out of Sanshizhai, planned to wander around.

He noticed that there were teahouses and bookstores next to Sanshizhai.

To say that the teahouse is much more lively than the Sanshizhai, there are many men sitting under the shed outside.

Jing Mo was not interested in having a cup of tea, so he walked into a bookstore.

There are not many people in the bookshop, only two or three customers, two of them are choosing by the bookshelves, and one is paying at the counter.

After Jingmo entered, the shop assistants surrounded him: "Customer, what do you want to buy?"

Jing Mo also just came in for a stroll, but when the buddy asked, he thought that he was idle at home, so he might as well buy a few books to pass the time: "Do you have any interesting books here?"

He was referring to books such as ghosts or travel notes, but the buddy obviously misunderstood the meaning, the buddy looked at Jing Mo, smiled and said: "You have come to the right place, I have everything, you come with me. "

Then Jing Mo followed him past several bookshelves, and walked to a bookshelf in the corner: "Take a look, there may be something you like."

Jing Mo glanced at it, but saw that on the back of the book, there were all written "The Brother in the Village", "My Miss", and who and what anecdotes... Why does this look so strange?

Jing Mo took down "The Brother at the Head of the Village" casually, opened the first page, and looked at the table of contents.

What he expected was right, these are all vernacular novels of this era.

The clerk thought he liked this book, so he hurriedly promoted it: "Guest officer, this book is the most popular genre at present. The author is experienced, the plot is full of ups and downs, and the protagonist has gone through all kinds of hardships. It really makes the readers sad and the listeners cry."

"..." Jing Mo couldn't help but wonder what kind of tribulation happened, did the protagonist farm the land and fail to harvest? "Pack the other two books too." He was referring to "My Lady" and other things.

Anyway, it’s just to pass the time, and it’s the same to see everything.

With this thought of comforting himself, Jing Mo paid the money and left the bookshop.

I have to say that buying books is really expensive, and it cost him more than 200 texts for three books.

Much more expensive than pork belly pot chicken.

Thinking of entertaining guests tomorrow, Jing Mo went to the dry goods store again and bought a few catties of garlic-flavored peanuts and spiced melon seeds.

At this point, the matter is basically over, so Jing Mo packs up his things first, and goes home leisurely.

After arriving home, it was almost noon, Jing Mo didn't want to cook today, and it happened that Nan Xing sent sweet potatoes, so he planned to make sweet potato balls and syrup.

Wash and peel the sweet potatoes first, cut into cubes, add water to cook.

Then knead the glutinous rice flour with water to form a ball, knead it into small balls, and wait for the sweet potatoes to be cooked before making the balls.

Taking advantage of this time, Jing Mo put the peanuts and melon seeds he bought in the living room, put the novel in the room, and then went back to the kitchen. This time the water had already boiled, and Jing Mo covered the lid and boiled it for a while before putting the novel into the kitchen. Put down the glutinous rice balls.

After half a quarter of an hour, the glutinous rice balls floated up, which meant they were cooked, and Jing Mo put two pieces of brown sugar into the pot.

I tried the sweetness first, it was okay, but my brother didn't know how it tasted, after thinking about it, Jing Mo took out another piece by himself, put it in a bowl, then filled a big basin with half of the sugar water, and sent it to Nan Xing.

This time is when the sun starts to heat up, and those who go to the fields avoid heatstroke and return home one after another.

It's just that when Jingmo Duan Tangshui passed by, Nan Xing hadn't come back yet.

The sugar water can be left cold to drink, but Jing Mo went straight to the kitchen, and when he came out, he asked Fifth Uncle: "Brother Xing hasn't come back yet?"

Fifth Uncle sat in the yard weaving bamboo baskets: "Soon."

Just as he was talking, there was a sound at the door, it was Nan Xing who had returned.

Seeing him carrying a load and holding a hoe, looking very inconvenient, Jing Mo hurried up to help him remove the load.

Nan Xing, who was wearing a straw hat, just looked up at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I boiled sugar water to relieve the heat for you and Fifth Uncle."

Nan Xing didn't say anything else, and ordered: "Put the burden in the woodshed."

Jing Mo knew which one was the firewood room, so he went directly to put the burden away.

In the yard, Uncle Wu asked, "Have you finished planting?"

"It's still a bit short, and it can be planted almost in an hour."

"You rest, I'm going to cook." Fifth Uncle said.

Jing Mo came out, heard the words and said: "I'll do it, what to cook?"

"Send porridge, just stir-fry some sauerkraut." Uncle Wu didn't refuse.

"Okay." Jing Mo entered the kitchen, looked at the stove, the sauerkraut had already been cut, and it only needed to light the fire and stir-fry.

Outside the yard, Nan Xing put the hoe away, took off the straw hat and hung it up before going to fetch water to wash his face.

After washing it, I went into the kitchen. The familiar silver basin was filled with mixed-color sugar water, and the white balls and yellow potato pieces sank in it, overflowing with aroma.

"Sweet potato balls?"

Jing Mo, who was frying sauerkraut, hummed.

Nan Xing called out to the yard: "Grandpa, come drink some sugar water."

"Okay." The fifth uncle in the yard responded.

Jing Mo said: "Try to see if it's sweet enough, if it's not enough, there's sugar, you add it yourself."

It doesn't take much effort to stir-fry sauerkraut. In these few words, sauerkraut can also be cooked.

Nan Xing brought a bowl, put some in it and tried it, his taste was a bit sweet, this time it really tasted weak, so he added the remaining sugar cubes into the basin, stirred it with a spoon, and then made two more bowls out.

Jing Mo put the sauerkraut on the table: "Let's eat the porridge first, and eat the sugar water after waking up."

Brown sugar is expensive, even Nan Xing, who owns a small coffers, is reluctant to put down the bowl: "Have you eaten it yet?"

"Not yet, I didn't want to cook at noon, so I made sweet potato syrup."

"Then eat here, Grandpa cooks a lot, enough to eat."

Of course Jing Mo was happy to have dinner with him: "Okay, I'll go back and lock the door."

"En." Nan Xing just put down the bowl, went to get another sea bowl, and made an extra bowl of porridge.

Uncle Wu came into the kitchen, saw three bowls of porridge on the table, and asked, "Is Jing Mo eating here?"

"Well, he said he didn't cook."

Uncle Wu nodded and didn't say much. He just took a sip of sugar water first. He was old and couldn't bear the sweet taste of his brother, and he didn't know that it was Nan Xing who added the sugar. Mr. Mo, he likes sweet things so much."

He put the bowl aside, intending to drink it later, completely oblivious to his grandson's guilty expression.

Jing Mo went back and locked the door, and then came again.

Even if it was just porridge with sauerkraut, the grandfather and grandson didn't move their chopsticks first, but waited for him to come back before starting to eat.

The porridge has been cooked a long time ago, and it has been brought to a suitable temperature, so it tastes particularly refreshing.

During this interval, Nan Xing asked him: "Have you visited the field?"

"Not yet." Jing Mo, who was concentrating on eating porridge, responded.

Nan Xing said, "I just came back from there, and the corn seems to be sprouting."

It has been four or five days since it was planted, and it is time for seedlings to sprout.

"I'll let Xiaojing take a look at it later."

"..." Nan Xing was speechless, did he mean that? "You farm the land yourself, don't you serve snacks?"

"There is not much to pay attention to in the early stage, just check the seedlings and make up for them." Jing Mo explained.

Nan Xing stopped talking.

After getting along with this period of time, he has figured out this man.

This man is good at everything, but that lazy tendon is thick and strong, and he doesn't know how to pull it out.

To say that these two people are talking nonsense, Uncle Wu definitely doesn’t care about young people, but even though he knows that Jing Mo sent things back, most of them are because of the stars, but if this person is not enlightened, it is useless, and his Xingxing, Recently, their attitude towards Jingmo has also changed. Under such circumstances, the two of them didn't fully understand, but they were so worried about him as an old man.

So at this time, seeing that the topic was over, he had no choice but to say: "Then you should go for a walk in the fields, so you have an idea in your mind."

When he said that, he suddenly thought of Nan Xing's father and father.

This kid Nanheng kidnapped his brother under his nose, and he didn't know that the two of them were attracted to him until he came to propose a marriage.

If Jing Mo had this ability, he was afraid that even his great-grandson would be ready to embrace him.

The more Uncle Wu thought about it, the more worried he became. Looking at Jing Mo's handsome face, he couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know if it's because I haven't been talked about for a long time or what, but now that my grandpa and grandson are talking about it, Jing Mo doesn't think it's bad: "I told Xiaojing to come to me if he has any problems. I will go to the field to watch every day, don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

Everyone has said so, what else can the grandfather and grandson do?

"I'll invite them to my house for lunch tomorrow, Brother Xing, you don't have to do it, just eat at my place together."

It was only when he said that that Nan Xing remembered that there was still a "meal appointment", so he nodded: "What do you want to prepare?"

"No, I'm all set."

The three of them calmed down and had lunch in peace.

After finishing the porridge, Fifth Uncle took another sip of the overly sweet syrup, it was so unnerving that his facial features twisted together: "Jing Mo, do you like sweet things so much?"

Jing Mo, who was washing the dishes, replied smoothly: "It's okay."

"Is this okay? I'm tired of it." Uncle Wu complained, "But the taste is similar to that of a star, and he also likes to drink sweet ones."

It was only then that Jing Mo understood what was going on, and unintentionally took the blame for Nan Xing. He didn't feel wronged, and then looked at Nan Xing whose ears were blushing for no reason, but felt hot in his heart: "What a coincidence."

Nan Xing, who was exposed by Uncle Wu, had no choice but to pretend that he wasn't talking about him, and left the kitchen first.

Jing Mo kept following him, and waited until he disappeared at the door before pouring clean water into the washed bowls and putting them in the cupboard.

"I'm going back too."

"it is good."

Fifth Uncle got up to see him off and locked the door by the way.

Before Jing Mo went out, Nan Xing could no longer be seen, and the other party should have gone back to his room.

After bidding farewell to Fifth Uncle, he went back to his home, washed up briefly, and went to take a lunch break.

At the same time in the afternoon, Zhou Jing's voice sounded in the yard, Jing Mo wiped his face and went to open the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Jing outside said happily, "Brother Jing, the corn has sprouted."

"Well, did you go to the field?" Jing Mo didn't want to pour cold water on the child, and didn't reveal the facts he already knew.

"I went in the morning, but you said you were going to the town, so you didn't come in the morning." Zhou Jing stepped into the yard.

"Then, have you checked how the seedlings are growing?"

"It's all grown, it's amazing, Brother Jing, even if it's peanuts, there are cases of replanting." Zhou Jing said.

It should have grown. After all, the seeds are carefully selected and the fertilizers are in place. It is impossible for them to grow badly.

"You have to pay more attention to the seedlings, and you will have to apply the second fertilizer in a few days."

"I know, I've also cut the bamboo sticks, and I'm just waiting for the tomato seedlings to grow up and support the plants."

"Okay, come in and sit down. I've boiled some sugar water. You can eat some."

Jing Mo led him into the kitchen and had eaten so many times. Zhou Jing deeply knew what he would attract if he refused Jing Mo, so he didn't refuse at all.

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