Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 399 Primitive Farming Records (66)

Looking at Feng Lie's eager little eyes, Qinghun said helplessly: "Every day."

She is now a person with a thousand acres of garden.

The same wine, because of different years, can not be drunk indiscriminately.

The oldest wine, after a hundred years in the kiln, a jar of three catties will slowly become a catty due to kiln storage, but this kind of wine, with Feng Lie's physique as a fourth-level soldier, can drink at most two sips a day , this is not wine for drinking, but wine for promotion.

But every year's new wine can be drank as real wine after it completes its qualitative transformation in one year.Drinking this new wine that has been brewed in the kiln for a year is tiring day by day, but it is enough to meet the needs of improving qualifications and replenishing energy.

However, even with this new wine, even a warrior cannot drink it indefinitely.

Qinghun estimated the energy needs of Feng Lie's fourth-level fighter, and what he got was ten years old wine.

With the endurance of his current fourth-level fighter, this kind of flame wine brewed for ten years, two or two drinks a day is something he can love and is good for his body.

But after the wine jar was opened, it would be troublesome to seal it again. Qing Hun simply took out fifteen copper wine jugs with the same two-liang capacity, divided the jar of wine, and then threw a jug to Feng Lie: " One jug per day, one altar can be drunk for fifteen sun days. This kind of wine is called Lie Yan, you should like it the most, and there are several other wines, I will give you a taste later."

Feng Lie's mouth almost grinned to the ears: "Okay, okay, hey, I think Lie Yan is the best, I didn't expect there are others. I didn't support you in vain, it's strange that people say that girls Mother is caring. Fortunately, your father and mother gave birth to a daughter cub. My cub is really caring, and I can envy the dead chief and Tushan when I say it."

Qing Hun really didn't see the silly look.

Also, what do you mean my father and mother gave birth to you?

A young man who is less than twenty years old has the heart of an old father. Is this ridiculous?

Feng Lie couldn't wait to pick up the jug and took a big gulp of wine, and as Qinghun expected, he yelled: "Good wine."

At Feng Lie's age, Qinghun couldn't really treat him as an elder, but he treated him as an elder brother.With him like this, Qinghun couldn't help but think of his younger brother Yan Qingjun and his elder brother Yan Qingtong in the last days of ice and snow.

That was the best relative to her for several lifetimes, except for the elder brother of the crown prince in the first life and the third brother Qi Yan.

In this world, there is only family affection, which people will never forget no matter how long they go through.

Qinghun couldn't help but feel warmer when he looked at Fenglie.

Speaking of which, Feng Lie, the younger brother and the older brother Qingtong are all raising her as a daughter.It's just that they have different personalities, the younger brother is bold and bold, and the older brother Qingtong is steady, so they treat her differently.

It was rare for Qinghun to even soften his voice, pointing to a table of dishes, he said to Fenglie: "Uncle, try it."

After Feng Lie took a sip, he was almost blown away, and Qinghun was dumbfounded, isn't this too cruel?

In terms of cooking skills, when she was living in the countryside, she was forced by Erdan and Yaya, so she had to become interested in cooking skills, so that after she entered retirement life, she found a famous chef in a five-star hotel. Seriously studied.Coupled with several generations of training, I dare not say that it is comparable to a chef, but it is really good, but it doesn't make people gobble it up like this, right?
Qinghun couldn't bear to look directly at the dishes, and rushed to grab a few mouthfuls of each dish, finally he didn't work in vain, and also tasted a few flavors.

When all the food was gone, before the uncle and nephew could react, the chopsticks, which were as fast as afterimages, also stopped. Looking at the chopsticks, Feng Lie expressed his dissatisfaction with regret: "It's gone so soon? Didn't taste it."

Qinghun: ... Tired!
Looking at his uncle who spoke very innocently and a little aggrieved, Qing Hun rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "You drink first, and I'll get the braised pork out of the pot, just in time for dinner."

The rice is still in the pot without moving at all.

Fortunately, it was the ferocious cub of the Four-toothed Wild Boar. She could still eat a few pieces of meat and make a meal with broth.If it were an adult beast, she would probably only be able to eat white rice today.

To a person who wouldn't spare even a drop of soup, this person is still her own uncle, what else can she say?She is also very helpless.

Still underestimated the ferocious appetite of primitive people.

Resigned to his fate, he went to fill out the braised pork, and filled it with rice, Feng Lie's eyes lit up again.

He took the bowl and hurriedly put down the chopsticks, feeling a little bit amused, hehe, the beast meat, although it is the meat of juvenile cubs, but his cubs can't eat too much, so this big pot, basically It still belongs to him.

Qinghun didn't bother to compete with him, and put a few pieces of meat in his own bowl and poured a spoonful of soup before serving it to the table.Then he ate silently while watching how my uncle finished a large pot of braised pork and a large pot of Wuchangling rice within 5 minutes.

Among the ingredients of this meal, except for the four-toothed wild pork, Feng Lie has never seen any other. It is because of his big heart, coupled with the supreme delicacy, that he was able to touch his stomach before asking Qing after eating. Hun: "These foods are also given by the ancestor Wu? Is there... any more?"

Facing the young man who is almost 20 years old, Qinghun said helplessly, "As much as you want, eat as much as you want, and eat when you want. I will cook for you tomorrow."

Uncle, you should not take the route of being cute, you are a capable person.

She felt as if she had inadvertently turned a heroic and mighty fourth-level fighter into a foodie Xiaomengxin?
Suddenly, I felt that I was actually a scam.

The hole dug by oneself has to be filled while kneeling.

There is something to eat, and there is something to eat every day, and what is eaten is the supreme delicacy that has never been imagined. This kind of day, even a tenth-level fighter would not change it!
Feng Lie suddenly felt extremely happy with his life.

There is still half of a jug of wine left.Feng Lie sat on the rock on the rocky roof with the jug in hand.

Naturally, it was also dark. The uncle and nephew were blowing the cool sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, and chatting about ideals and life under the starry sky.

Qinghun also brought himself a jug of wine.

The two chatted and drank.

Feng Lie said: "These wines, hey, I'm really worried about putting them in the rock house, can you still put them away? If not, we have to take them with us when we go out tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Qinghun thought that the biggest difficulty was for the hunting team to go out and store the prey they caught.Sometimes it's not that you can't hunt more prey, but you can't bring it back.

Thinking of this, Qing Hun took out a ten cubic soul ring and handed it to Feng Lie: "This one can store things, put a drop of blood on it, and recognize the owner first."

After a night of baptism with delicious food, Feng Lie is now immune to whatever Qing Hun puts out, and he no longer asks "Is this also a gift from the Wu ancestor?", but directly holds it in his hand and looks at it.

The small black ring gives people a sense of simplicity, and the thought of being able to store things makes one feel miraculous. (first update)
(End of this chapter)