Soul Travel: I was bought by the fierce man in the village to farm

Fu Heng was tough-talking, and he did everything he deserved.

Mao Xiaosui just needs someone to work with, and doesn't care whether he is reluctant or not, as long as the work is done well.

After resting at home for a few days, firewood was also delivered. When they packed up and planned to go to the county, Ding Pingan wanted to go home.

Mao Xiaosui asked her, "Aren't you happy here?"

Ding Pingan shook his head, "I'm happy, but I want to go home."

"Don't want to write?" Mao Xiaosui asked again.

Ding Pingan still shook his head, "I just want to go home."

The two of them had been together for half a month. Since she really insisted, Li Yunshan agreed to send them back the next day.

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It's almost November, and this time I go to the county to deliver the Chen family's meat. There hasn't been any notice from the breeding farm yet, so Li Yunshan will go over there tomorrow and let him know.

It was inconvenient to drive a carriage to the Ding family in the snow, so Mao Xiaosui only packed some melon seeds and snacks for them to celebrate the New Year.

They didn't go to Ding's house during the New Year, so Mao Xiaosui gave them the New Year's money in advance, which was still ten coppers per person.

After dinner in the morning, Li Yunshan gave some instructions before taking the two of them out. Mao Xiaosui watched them leave the alley at the door and took Li Ruyi into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, Li Ruyi sat down on a stool, pouting as if he wanted to cry.

Mao Xiaosui glanced at her and said, "Stop pretending to be sad and write quickly."

Li Ruyi immediately went to hug her arm and cried and said, "Sister Ping An is gone. I am so reluctant to bear it..."

Mao Xiaosui said "Oh" and said, "Then you should feel sad first and stay up late in the afternoon or evening to write."

Li Ruyi snorted, reluctantly sat back at the desk, picked up the pen and asked, "Why don't you write?"

"Don't worry about it." Mao Xiaosui laughed angrily, "It's your mother's fault."

Li Ruyi laughed and said, "Can you make braised pig feet for me?"

"Okay." Mao Xiaosui immediately said "Oh" again, "We haven't dealt with it yet, let's do it next time."

"Then let's make dumplings." Li Ruyi ran over and held her hand again.

"Okay." Mao Xiaosui agreed, pushing her to "write."

Li Ruyi rolled her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. Mao Xiaosui's tone immediately became tougher, "Go and write."

Li Ruyi just shut up and sat back obediently.

Mao Xiaosui looked at her back and chuckled, thinking that you were born by me, how could I know what bad thoughts are in your belly?

The pig at home had not been cut yet and was left whole. Mao Xiaosui immediately went out and cut a piece back. He cut it into small pieces and placed it next to the stove to defrost over a hot fire.

Because the pieces are small, they defrost quickly, so the next step is to chop the stuffing.

She did not chop it directly with a knife, but patted it with a rolling pin. She waited until the meat was patted until it was slightly soft before chopping it with a knife. This made it easier to chop.

After the meat was almost chopped, she asked Li Ruyi to bring back a piece of cabbage.

Shred the cabbage, mix with the meat and green onion, then season and season. The rest is to knead the noodles, cut the dough and wrap it.

Li Ruyi also successfully found an excuse to get rid of the trouble of writing.

Seeing her serious look, Mao Xiaosui couldn't help but ask, "Do you love cooking so much?"

Li Ruyi nodded, "It's fun."

"Then what else do you like?"

"I like everything." After saying that, he quickly added, "Except reading."

Mao Xiaosui was funny: "I remember you said you wanted to study in the village."

Li Ruyi shook his head hurriedly.

Li Ankang came back before he finished making the dumplings. He knew that Ding Ping'an and the others had gone back last night, and he didn't see anyone and didn't ask.

I went to wash my hands and grabbed the melon seeds and started eating them. When I saw the words written by Li Ruyi on the table, I said, "It's so ugly."

Li Ruyi was unconvinced, "I'm not ugly."

Li Ankang took another serious look, "It's really ugly, and you made a typo."

Li Ruyi stopped making dumplings, and went to argue with Li Ankang angrily, saying, "I didn't write it wrong..." He raised his eyes to the words and became silent.

"I just said it was wrong." Li Ankang said proudly.

Li Ruyi reluctantly said "hmm" "I wrote it wrong, but my handwriting is not ugly."

"Ugly" "Not ugly."

Mao Xiaosui sighed, "It's not ugly, it's just uglier than Ankang's."

Li Ruyi automatically skipped the second half of the sentence and said confidently, "Listen, mother said she's not ugly."

"Mom said it's uglier than mine." Li Ankang was also very serious.

Li Ruyi ignored him and sat back to make dumplings.

Li Ankang also sat over, spitting melon seed peels in his mouth, and said, "There were a lot of people in the town when I came back."

"who?"

Li Ankang replied, "Same as last year."

"Same?" Mao Xiaosui thought for a moment and suddenly realized that they should be officials and family members collecting grain.

The three people wrapped the dumplings quickly. When there was still some left, Mao Xiaosui handed it to Li Ruyi and went to dig up some mushrooms, wash them and fry them.

After Li Ruyi's dumplings were fried and wrapped, Mao Xiaosui directly heated up the pot in which the vegetables had been stir-fried, and then put in sesame oil to fry the dumplings.

When I was pouring water into the dumplings, the old lady opened the curtain and came in with a basin of meat.

Mao Xiaosui asked, "Why did you bring the meat?"

The old lady smiled and replied, "Qin An was very greedy, so I cooked some."

"No need." Mao Xiaosui declined, "I have a whole pig at home."

"You didn't cook it." The old lady gave the meat to Li Ankang.

Li Ankang didn't answer, and said, "There is meat at home, grandma, you can eat it yourself."

"Take and eat, I've brought it all." The old lady kept stuffing it into his arms.

Mao Xiaosui knew that the old lady was frugal and probably didn't cook much, not to mention that she really didn't need it, so he said, "We have made dumplings. You can take them back to eat. There is a lot of meat at home."

"Of course I know you have a lot of meat. Isn't this what I serve is yours." The old lady still smiled, "I haven't seen you cooking it. I've cooked it, so let's eat some together."

Mao Xiaosui sighed, "Grandma..."

The old lady didn't listen to what she said, waved her hand and left.

Li Ruyi and Li Ankang looked at her.

Mao Xiaosui said helplessly, "Eat, they're all here."

Li Ankang was a meaty person, so he immediately grabbed a big rib and started eating it.

Mao Xiaosui took one look at it and asked, "How about I fry it and eat it later?"

Li Ankang nodded, but did not release the ribs he was holding.

The fried dumplings cooked quickly. They were eating while waiting for the fried pork ribs. The pork ribs were fried until they were sizzling and smoking, and they sprinkled a little salt on them. The taste was also good.

Mao Xiaosui thought while chewing, there was no seasoning, otherwise the business of opening a barbecue restaurant would definitely be very good, but it was quite delicious to eat like this.