Accompany by A Fool to do Farming

The stall of Zhao’s family is just opposite to Zhong Ziqi’s stall. The delicious taste has received unanimous praise. Those who have the money will spend a few more dollars on a bowl of tofu nao, and those who have no money will eat it with white porridge and fried dough sticks. Still very fragrant.

The diners ate the incense, and the vendors also made a lot of money, and everyone was happy.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, autumn is here, and the temperature is no longer the heat of summer. Walking out of the village is a field of wheat, no longer the greenery, and the autumn harvest time is here!

Zhong Ziqi’s home is the least in the village. When others are busy drinking water, Zhong Ziqi does business in the morning and cut wheat with Zhao Zhengan in the afternoon. It is the first time that Zhong Ziqi does this kind of farm work and almost can't get out of bed. After only working for a long time, the waist hurts and the legs are soft. If it weren't for his strong request, Zhao Zhengan would not let him go out of the stall.

Zhao Zhengan told him several times that if there is not enough land, he can do it, and it will be done in two days, but Zhong Ziqi just twisted, his waist and knees are sore because of not adapting, let's say one more person finishes the job early.

In this way, when other people are busy, their house has already finished harvesting, and all the grains are dried in his yard, because there is little need to go to the factory yard to grab space with them.

Zhao A has a lot of land, so there is no time to go out to set up a stall, and Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng Zhong Ziqi directly gave them a holiday, let them go home to help the family reclaim the land, and Zhao Zhengan will help him with his work here. .

In fact, it was precisely because of the autumn harvest season that most of the workers in the town went home to reclaim land, and the business on the dock dropped a lot. Uncle Song next door sighed and said that business was too bleak these days.

However, Zhong Ziqi's business is as good as ever, even if there is not much left. Zhao Zhengan will come, as long as there is something left, he will send it to the surrounding vendors to show that they are good-looking, and they are good at talking. In a few days, he will get along with the uncles around Ama, see. Zhong Ziqi was stunned for a moment, and felt that Zhao Zhengan was very good at communication, and no one could be guilty of doing everything. Of course, if he offended him, he might also say that he didn't care, and stabbed you in the back.

Wang Cuihua’s family has no time to harass Zhao Zhengan and Zhong Ziqi. Their two adults and a half-year-old child are busy enough. Zhao Zhengan used to do a lot of things, and he did the most tiring thing. Now without him, the burden is on Zhao Cheng. Don’t think that Zhao Cheng is usually lazy and not talkative, but he has a bad temper. He belongs to the kind of bullying and afraid of hardship. When eating and drinking were not going well, he became furious, so scared that Wang Cuihua and Zhao Zhenghong didn't dare to say a word, if anyone dared to refute a word, he would be taken to whom.

On this day, Zhong Ziqi came back from the town and bought two catties of meat—making dumplings, making dumplings is a troublesome job. As a big man, Zhong Ziqi, no matter how many lives he has lived, is still troublesome!

However, he likes to eat dumplings, he is not picky in taste, as long as it is delicious.

Whether it’s dumpling stuffing or cooking, if you can’t bear to add seasonings, it won’t be delicious. Zhong Ziqi has his own standards for adjusting stuffing. He also got the standard after many experiments. After mixing the dumpling stuffing, Zhong Ziqi greets Zhao Zhengan. Make dumplings.

"I... don't need it." Zhao Zhengan looked at Zhong Ziqi's embarrassed plan to shrink back. How could he make dumplings for such a delicate job as a man.

"You also learn, it's very simple, you accompany me to pack faster." Zhong Ziqi said. One person is not as motivated to do things as two people together. Besides, as long as the dumplings are made without revealing the fillings, if they are revealed-let him eat them, Zhong Ziqi thought happily.

Zhao Zhengan was helpless, but sat down obediently, and took the dumpling wrappers and put the right amount of stuffing in according to Zhong Ziqi's instructions.

"Then evenly put the stuffing in the middle, and then pinch it, making sure that there are no gaps, otherwise it will be exposed as soon as it is cooked."

"Oh." Zhao Zhengan said that he understood, and then he tried hard—it broke.

Zhong Ziqi "..."

"You have too much strength, so reduce your strength."

Zhao Zhengan calmly picked up a dumpling wrapper again and put it on the filling. This time he didn't dare to use too much force, and fold the wrapper in half and pinch it from the left to the right. After making sure that there were no gaps, he sat on the table with satisfaction, and Compared with the small and exquisite wrinkled dumplings that Zhong Ziqi wrapped, his dumplings were really ugly. They could only lie on the table and couldn't stand up.

Zhao Zhengan was a little hit.

"Puff" Zhong Ziqi laughed ruthlessly: "Hahaha."

Zhao Zhengan looked at him depressed, and threw the dumpling wrappers on the table: "No more."

"Don't...don't...I'm not smiling...really." Zhong Ziqi patted her face and tried hard to hold back her smile.

Looking at the rosy face and the watery eyes, "You laugh again... I will kiss you again." Zhao Zhengan suddenly changed his style and said with a smirk.

Zhong Ziqi couldn't hold her smile, and the arc of her mouth couldn't bend at all.

Zhao Zhengan smiled treacherously, and kissed him quickly, but the sweet smell was as good as he imagined. He couldn't help but pry open his lips and teeth, and leaned into his tongue to hook inside to avoid the entanglement of the soft and soft tongue. Dance together.

When Zhong Ziqi reacted, he felt a burst of hypoxia hitting him. He wanted to struggle, but his body became weak and his mind was dizzy.

When did Zhao Zhengan stop? He didn't know, he only knew that when he recovered, Zhao Zhengan was looking at him tenderly, and his thumb could not keep sliding on his lips.

Zhong Ziqi's conditioned reflex bite. Then he stiffened, and quickly spit out the messy fingers in his mouth. Zhong Ziqi covered his mouth with a flushed face, and looked at him accusingly: "What are you...what are you doing? Making dumplings!"

He didn't give him any preparation, but how could he be so skilled? Isn’t there no relationship?

Zhao Zhengan smashed his mouth, with endless aftertaste: "Make dumplings, keep making dumplings.

"You...you...you" Zhong Ziqi pointed at him angrily.

"I...I...what's wrong with me?" Zhao Zhengan said with a look of confusion.

"...It's nothing." Zhong Ziqi wanted to say that I would be like a okay person after you kissed me, but I think this question is a bit stupid, so I still don't ask.

Zhao Zhengan hooked the corner of his mouth secretly.

Next, Zhao Zhengan's dumplings didn't make any progress, and they were as ugly as ever, but Zhong Ziqi just laughed in her heart, but on the surface she didn't dare to show it, so as not to incur unreasonable disaster again.

The two of them packed together, talking and laughing, and then they packed all the dumplings. Zhao Zhengan consciously went to boil hot water, while Zhong Ziqi pounded garlic cloves. After the water boiled, Zhong Ziqi slowly put the weird dumplings in the pot and stirred them.

It will be fished out in more than ten minutes.

Except for a few dumplings that were in the water, everything else was intact. Zhao Zhengan was spared the disaster of eating leaky dumplings.

Zhao Zhengan didn't dislike the heat, and put one in his mouth, the dumplings filled with meat were so fragrant in his heart. Zhao Zhengan gave Zhong Ziqi a thumbs up, and Zhong Ziqi triumphantly accepted his praise.

The autumn harvest is the time when people are diligent and lazy. They reap the land quickly, and others with slow hands have a lot of money left after they have finished harvesting.

Zhao Amo’s family belongs to the former. After harvesting, they will leave Zhao Baogen and Zhao Sheng at home to dry. He and Zhao Ning will go to the town to set up a stall. Every day is a large amount of income, so much money is lost for a day.

What's more, people in the town said that his tofu brain has become one of the top five foods in their town. The number one is naturally Zhong Ziqi's fried dough sticks. Although the business of cold noodles has declined in autumn, people who have eaten it for a summer still treat the cold noodles. Noodles ranked in the top five. There are two others that make spicy lobster and crystal cake. Zhong Ziqi has eaten them. They really taste good.

Just a few days after the autumn harvest, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhong Ziqi is not all-rounder and can't make mooncakes. He carefully selected mooncakes of various flavors in the town.

A total of five copies were made, one for Huang A’ma’s family, one for Zhao A’ma’s family, one for Zhong’s family, one for Wang Cuihua’s family, and the last one for the village chief’s house. The five families who received the mooncakes were naturally happy, and they were left with a portion of the mooncake money when they got closer together.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Ziqi cooked a table full of dishes and set a small jar of wine. It is the peach wine he brewed. He opened the altar only yesterday and filtered it. After Zhao Zhengan tried it, it tasted good. It tasted carefully and it was slightly sweet with peaches. The alcohol content is not particularly high, and children can do it. drink.

"Let's eat." Zhong Ziqi greeted Zhao Zhengan to sit down and eat after he was busy.

Two bowls of wine were poured, one was handed to Zhao Zhengan, and the other was taken by himself.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhong Ziqi raised his bowl and said seriously. This is his first Mid-Autumn Festival here. He must be treated with caution. Although he is in a different world, he still lives happily.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhao Zhengan touched him after finishing talking, and drank each one.

After drinking, Zhong Ziqi slapped her lips and thought it was good, then poured a full bowl for the two of them, clinking glasses with two mouthfuls of dishes.

Afterwards, Zhong Ziqi couldn't remember clearly. He only remembered that he was very happy, so he drank a bowl of wine, and he was a little sad. He drank another bowl of wine, and then lost his memory.

Zhong Ziqi sat on the bed rubbing his temples annoyedly, he was not drunk, right.

Zhao Zhengan woke up sometime, and looked at him interestingly: "Alcohol is so low, you can be drunk like this, so amazing."

Zhong Ziqi beat her chest and missed the moon viewing, but it seems that this body has a relatively low alcohol acceptance. He had a good amount of alcohol in his previous life, and at least a bottle of skin would definitely not be poured.

"Did I do anything excessive last night?" Zhong Ziqi looked serious, and he still paid attention to his own image.

"Um...nothing excessive."

Zhong Ziqi just breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Zhengan went on to say: "Just holding me and crying, wiped my nose and tears on me."

Zhong Ziqi black thread, is this really him? Why didn't he have any impression: "Anything else?"