I farmed in ancient times

When I got home, it was already ugly time (two o'clock in the morning), and Cen Chaoan slept soundly on Father Cen's back on the way back. After arriving home, Jue Ming hurriedly opened the door of the main room and helped Father Cen put Cen Chaoan on the bed.

Father Cen was taking off his cotton coat for Chao An, and Jue Ming yawned and went to the East Kitchen, lit the oil lamp, held it in his hand and bent down to look at the stove, the handful of charcoal that was burned before leaving under the cauldron had already burned out, Only a pile of slightly hot ashes remained.

Lifting the lid of the pot, hot white air rushed out of the pot. Caesar scooped out the hot water and carried a bucket to the main room.

Cen Daonian lit the stove in the main room, and asked Li Xiurong and the others to sit at noon and rest for a while.

Seeing Jueming coming over with hot water, Li Xiurong went to find a wooden basin for washing feet with ease, and placed them in the room to wash feet in line.

Uncle Shi came to knock on the door and said that if the Cen's house was not enough to live in, the west wing of the Shi's house was still vacant, a little squeezed, and it would not be cold even with a brazier.

Li Xiurong responded, and took Wu Yuan and another strange young man to Uncle Shi's house, and left after making arrangements.

Back at Cen's house again, Li Xiurong slipped briskly to the east wing.

Seeing that Jueming was making the bed, Li Xiurong stretched out his hand to help, the two of them put the quilt inside the bed, folded the sides slightly, and covered the quilt with a thicker layer.

Even so, Cassia covered the two quilts with a large "quilt" made of animal fur.

Cen Daonian knocked on the door, and Caesar opened the door, and the cold air drifted into the room with snow seeds mixed in. With the snow, Cen Daonian gave Cassia his foot-wife, and told him to cover up the quilt at night.

After talking to Li Xiurong in a hurry, Cen Daonian also went back to sleep.

The tiny snow seeds fell on the ground like salt, rustling.

After Jue Ming closed the door, Li Xiurong sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, staring at Jue Ming with piercing eyes, as if talking about Tianming at night while holding a candle.

Jueming hugged the foot-grandmother, through the tin pot, the scalding heat penetrated his body through the clothes, put the foot-grandmother into Li Xiurong's arms, moved the lamp on the table to the small wooden table beside the bed, and drove Li Xiurong into it Lie on your side, sit on the edge of the bed and take off your shoes.

"What's the matter with that woman?" Li Xiurong lay sideways on the bed, propping his face with his hands, watching Caesar Ming slowly untie his hair, letting Rupu's black hair hang down.

Li Xiurong got up, leaned over and returned the footmao to Caesar, "You take this, brother doesn't need it."

Jueming hugged her grandmother, "I don't know what's going on with her, she's also from Damo Township, and we only met each other a few times."

Then, Jue Ming narrated to Li Xiurong what happened when he went to Panshan to pick up crabs and what happened afterwards. Li Xiurong was immediately filled with righteous indignation, but at the same time felt that this matter was not that simple.

Jueming also felt that this matter was not that simple, but he couldn't tell if something was wrong.

Is Liu Dongmei's mother making trouble in the village and wanting to compensate her for "losing" a wealthy son-in-law?Or did Liu Dongmei come here deliberately to find her twice?

Jueming couldn't figure it out. Lying in the bed, the warm feet made him doze off. Fighting back his drowsiness, Jueming said in a daze, "Then I met you...Thank you for thinking it out. Ten strong men sent her back..."

At that time, Jueming's heart had been shaken, and he was considering whether to bring her to meet Uncle Shi's house and go home together.

Li Xiurong didn't think too much about it, the intention of the person on the stage was obvious, he just wanted to go home with Jue Ming, or he wanted to distract others and let Jue Ming take her with him alone.

Touching his chin and thinking for a while, Li Xiurong said hesitantly: "I think even if you refuse to take her back, she should still have something to do."

The only response to Li Xiurong was Cassia Ming's shallow breathing.

--He fell asleep.

Li Xiurong got up and blew out the oil lamp, crawled inside and covered the quilt and lay down, saying that it was not cold was a lie, it was snowing outside.

Holding the pillow and turning his head, Li Xiurong got into the bed again, secretly lifted the quilt with his feet, and slowly smuggled out.

There was a grandmother warming the bed, and Caesar's quilt was very warm, but when she was hit by her cold feet, Cassia moved her foot sideways.

Li Xiurong's feet took advantage of the situation and fell asleep contentedly.

It was too late to go home after watching the lanterns last night, and Jue Ming, who is usually used to getting up early in the morning, slept with the quilt in his arms until the sun was up.

When he got up, Cen Daonian and Li Xiurong were sitting in the main room drinking tea and chatting. Seeing Jueming get up, Cen Daonian beckoned, "Come on, there is still porridge cooking for you on the stove."

The small casserole on the stove was bubbling with steam. Cen Daonian lifted the lid of the pot with a cloth in his hand, and the salty and fresh smell came out. It was fish porridge.

Cen Daonian urged Jue Ming to wash up quickly, and when he came back, the porridge was already in a bowl, holding the porridge, Caesar sat by the stove and drank it obediently.

With Cen's father's craftsmanship, it is impossible to make such delicious porridge.

Hearing Li Xiurong chatting with Cen's father, Jue Ming realized that the person cooking breakfast today was a strange young man, and neither Wu Yuan nor Li Xiurong knew how to cook, so when he selected another person, he deliberately chose someone who could cook.

After eating a bowl of porridge, his whole body warmed up, and Jue Ming went to the East Kitchen to clean the dishes and count the dishes in the kitchen.

Chao An recited the book with Father Cen, and was released to play around Cassia.

The snow seeds from last night fell on the ground in a thin layer, and after being exposed to the sun, they all turned into water to moisten the ground. Chaoan followed Caesar to the backyard to pick garlic sprouts and shallots, and went to the west wing to bring out a lot of dried vegetables.

Before noon, Jue Ming went to the town to buy vegetables. There were still a lot of melon seeds prepared during the Chinese New Year at home, so Jue Ming took some haw jelly and jujube slices home along the way.

After arriving home, Cassia started to prepare lunch in the kitchen.

After soaking the dried mushrooms and box vegetables in water, Jue Ming went to the west wing, grabbed a large handful of pea vermicelli, found a bowl and soaked them in too.

There are not many fresh seasonal vegetables in winter, so they can only be supported by these dried vegetables.Thinking that Uncle Shi might come too, Caesar scooped up a few extra bowls of rice and boiled them in the pot.

He took the trembling rooster to the backyard, raised the knife and dropped the rooster quickly, chopped it up, put it in a pot with ginger, star anise, and pepper, and boiled a pot of hot water to remove the blood.

The chicken was rolled a little longer, and on the other side, Cassia poured out the slightly yellow water soaked in it, leaving the mushrooms in the pot, and cut off the roots one by one, and cut the big ones a few times with a knife to facilitate the taste.

When the chicken was almost cooked, Caesar took it out with a colander, cleaned the small pot, put the hot oil into the pot, and made a sizzling sound.

Jueming opened the cupboard and brought out a small plate, which contained more than ten kinds of seasoning spices, such as star anise, hawthorn, pepper, cinnamon, and angelica dahurica, which were prepared at the pharmacy in the town.

Pour all the spices into the oil pan and stir-fry until fragrant, then add the chicken, stir-fry a few times, then throw the chopped mushrooms in, add water to submerge the chicken, and cover the pot.

Cassia went to pick up boxing vegetables, cut them into little-finger-length sections, took off a piece of bacon, cleaned them, and put the slices aside.

Then, he took out another piece of fresh meat, chopped it into minced meat, and prepared green vegetables. After the chicken was stewed, he could quickly fry a few dishes.

When the chicken was almost stewed, Jueming turned off the heat in the small pot, put it in a small casserole containing fish porridge, and brought it to the main room.

In this way, the chicken can slowly collect the juice, and when it comes out of the pan, the chicken will be stewed crispy and rotten, with a tangy aroma.

Another plate of double-cooked pork, stewed radish with beef, ants climbing a tree, tofu with shallots, and a plate of green vegetables were fried.

Thinking that all the people who eat are big men, Caesar cooked another plate of dried vegetables and bacon, and a bowl of steamed pork.

When the food was ready and Uncle Shi came to the door with wine, Li Xiurong, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came back slowly.

When he walked to the door, the chill all over his body suddenly turned into a pool of spring water, and he leaned into Jueming's ear, asking for credit in a low voice, "Jueming, I know what happened to that Liu Dongmei."