Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

In the evening, Mother Qian fried fungus, pine mushrooms and other small dishes for Zhao's housekeeper. The stewed chicken with pine mushrooms can best reflect its unique taste, but there are too few chickens raised by Qian's family nowadays, and it is not served until it is very important. It will kill the chicken, and it will take an hour or two to stew the chicken, which is very troublesome.So Mother Qian had no choice but to fry pork with pine mushrooms.

The types of vegetables in winter are really scarce, and the common meals are nothing more than three types of cabbage, radish and turnip.The spinach has not grown yet.Qiao Jiwei was tired of eating these days. Now that he saw the improved food, Qiao Jiwei's eyes lit up. In the past two days, he lost interest when he saw the familiar food, and he almost suspected that he had anorexia.

But the butler's face was frowning. Qiao Jiwei thought that although the butler was a servant, the food he ate in Zhao's mansion must be full of meat, so naturally he wouldn't have much appetite for this farm side dish.The butler's depressed mood probably had nothing to do with the food.So he said to the steward, "Steward, what happened? Ever since you entered this door, I've seen your face look bad."

The housekeeper sighed, "Oh, my young master is so good at gambling, the family property that our master has worked so hard to save is almost lost. What do you think we can do?" He saw Qiao Jiwei, although he looked at only eighteen or nineteen-year-old Looking at his appearance, seeing what he said was very old-fashioned, he wanted to let him make up his mind for his young master.

Qiao Jiwei really didn't have any ideas. A gambler wouldn't listen to anyone's persuasion. Of course, they also understood the truths known to the world, but when these truths were brought to the casino, they quickly became worthless.Maybe it won't wake up until a gambler completely loses his family fortune.

So he persuaded the steward: "Instead of worrying about your young master, you should think about where you will go in the future. One day he will gamble away all his family property, and he will definitely not be able to support you. So I advise you to find another way out as soon as possible. Think more about yourselves." In the eyes of outsiders, this kind of advice is rather cold-blooded.

After listening to Qiao Jiwei's words, the housekeeper lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

After eating, Qian Dayong tidied up a room, built a fire in the room, and took out the three unused quilts and put them on the made beds.The house that Qian Dayong arranged for the butler to live in was far away from the pot room where Qian Mu Feicui lived.After all, the Qian family also has female relatives, so Qian Dayong is not at ease keeping an outsider at home.

The next day, Qian Dayong set up an ox cart early and took the housekeeper back to the county seat.

The butler's arrival was just an episode, and the life of the Qian family quickly became normal again after he left.Mother Qian made three meals with cabbage, radish and turnip alternately. The cabbage and radish were fine, but the turnip was really unpalatable.The leaves are similar in shape to radish leaves.The difference is at the root, where turnips are slightly rounder in shape.The fried taste also has a strange smell, so modern people generally don't use it to stir-fry, and mostly use it as a pickle.

In fact, the women in the village are also cooking in different ways. Today they cook cabbage, tomorrow they shred turnips into shredded pancakes, and the day after tomorrow they make scrambled eggs with turnips.But there are only these three kinds of raw materials back and forth, and no matter how tricky you are, you can't change another dish for no reason.The Qian family has potatoes hidden in the cellar, but these potatoes will be planted in the coming year, and there are not many left, so they must not be eaten easily.

In fact, Fei Cui and Qian Dayong are also used to eating.The problem is Qiao Jiwei. Qiao Jiwei used to live in modern times. He ate Japanese food, western food and famous dishes from all over the world every day. In this era, the three kinds of food in winter alternate like a conveyor belt. won't get used to it.

On this day, Mother Qian taught Fei Cui how to make stewed cabbage. Mother Qian tasted it first before serving it out of the pot, and nodded in praise, "Well, cooking skills have improved." Apart from complimenting Fei Cui, she also did not forget to give Fei Cui a blow, "But it's only fried for me. Still incomparable."

Jade was the first to serve Qiao Jiwei a large bowl. Seeing the cabbage again, Qiao Jiwei lost his appetite.He stood up: "I'll go back to the bedroom first."

Emerald was quite disappointed.Sadness was written on his face, "Does the young master think that my cooking is not delicious?"

Mother Qian filled herself with a good meal and sat down at the table, "Don't worry about him, he will definitely eat when he gets hungry later. I think his temper is something Dayong is used to."

Qian Dayong just came back from the outside, opened his eyes and watched Qiao Jiwei walk out of the bedroom, thinking that he had already eaten.When he got to the house, he found a large bowl of cabbage on the table, his handsome face was puzzled, and he frowned, "What's going on?"

Mother Qian said: "You should eat this bowl of rice for him. He won't eat it himself."

Qian Dayong picked up the chopsticks, although he was chewing on the bun, his eyes were a little dull.Qiao Jiwei must be tired of the food at home, thinking this way in his heart, the more he chewed the food in his mouth, the less it tasted.

Before eating half of it, he put down his chopsticks, got up and walked out.Even Qian's mother couldn't call him.

"Hi!" Qian's mother couldn't help complaining behind her back, "Everyone doesn't want to eat home-cooked meals anymore. They have lost their appetite. Let's eat." She said to Fei Cui.

Qian Dayong went outside, thinking about buying some fish tofu to improve Qiao Jiwei's appetite.It is said that Yuan Qi makes the best fish tofu in this village.He knocked on the door of Yuan Qi's house, but the door was locked.You clearly saw Yuan Qi and that strange handsome man enter the gate, why did you close the door just after a while?

"Is anyone there?" Qian Dayong knocked on the door and shouted inside.

But no one responded.I don't know what Yuan Qi and that man are doing inside.Qian Dayong knocked on the door dozens of times outside, but no one inside responded.

In the end Qian Dayong had no choice but to leave. He thought that today was the fair in the village, so he might as well bring Qiao Jiwei to the fair, eat a bowl of wontons or just fry a few skewers, so that Qiao Jiwei's stomach wouldn't be hungry.

When he walked into the house, Mother Qian and Fei Cui had already eaten and drank enough, and were clearing away the dishes.

Qian Dayong walked into the bedroom, while Qiao Jiwei was still sitting on the bed.Hearing Qian Dayong walk in, Qiao Jiwei looked up at him.

Qian Dayong walked to the side of the bed, lowered his head and put his hand on Qiao Jiwei's shoulder, "Xiaowei, let me take you to the market."

Qiao Jiwei also felt bored in this room all day, "Okay." Qiao Jiwei said.

Qian Dayong then went to the yard to harness the cattle to the cart, and before he harnessed you tightly, he heard Qiao Jiwei come out and say: "It's not about giving things, you can just walk."

Qian Dayong nodded.I also feel in my heart that I can't use this calf too often.He turned and walked into the bedroom to get gloves and a hat for Qiao Jiwei. "Put it on." He said while putting the gloves on Qiao Jiwei's hands.

Qiao Jiwei hid his hand, "I'll do it myself."

After getting ready to stay together, the two went out on foot, only to hear Qian's mother shouting at home: "Hey, don't forget to buy some sesame oil and fennel."

After about an hour, the two came to the market.These two people of the Qian family were known to everyone in the village. Many people had a good job because of Qiao Jiwei, and everyone in the market looked at Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei with a bit of respect.There were also people who were more enthusiastic, greeted them directly, and gave them two apples they just bought.Qian Dayong usually responded friendly to everyone, but Qiao Jiwei seemed a little cold and didn't care much about others.Qian Dayong first found a stall, and the two sat down and ate a bowl of grits soup and a few deep-fried dough sticks.

"Are you full?" Qian Dayong asked.

Qiao Jiwei nodded.

Hearing a commotion outside, Qiao Jiwei put down his chopsticks and walked out of the stall. Qian Dayong first went to the stall owner to pay the bill.

I saw a large group of convoys about to pass by.The car is loaded with various vegetables that are difficult to see in winter in the north.Such as cauliflower, lotus root, leek, celery, sugar cane and so on.Qiao Jiwei looked up at the people in the car again. It was the group of people who transported potatoes from the Western Regions to the Western Regions in early summer.The person at the head didn't change either.

And the man just saw Qiao Jiwei, "Hey, stop." He raised his hand to stop the person pulling the cart in front.Looking at Qiao Jiwei again at this time, he felt that his face was much plumper than in early summer, but he was still handsome, with delicate and smooth skin, and he seemed to have lived a good life in the past six months.

The man said with a smile: "It's really fate, I ran into you again in the past six months."

Qiao Jiwei also gave him a polite smile: "Come and sit at my house."

The man was disrespectful: "Then trouble you."

After the man finished speaking, Qiao Jiwei jumped into the bullock cart. "Yong, come up."

The reason why he got so close with these people was that Qiao Jiwei thought that it would be difficult for him to accomplish anything alone.Being friends with one more person at any time will give you more strength.These people are also walking resources for Qiao Jiwei, and they may be of great use in the future.

On the way, Qiao Jiwei looked at the fruits and vegetables on the car again, and found that there were no peppers, tomatoes, sweet potatoes and other plants native to Latin America, but corn and potatoes had already been passed on, and peppers and other vegetables would naturally come here.Perhaps in the eyes of people at that time, peppers and tomatoes were just ornamental plants.

Qiao Jiwei deliberately asked the head of the team: "Aren't there any particularly spicy vegetables in this car?"

The man said: "Pepper? This kind of thing is quite common here. There is no need to spend a lot of time transporting it from the south."

It seems that these people really have never heard of chili.Qiao Jiwei discovered a business opportunity from it.And making money is only a small aspect of the effect of growing peppers and tomatoes, the key lies in enriching the material life of ancient people.

The two chatted happily along the way, and Qian Dayong fell silent in the car, unable to find anything to say.During the conversation, Qiao Jiwei only knew that the leader was called "Mr. Huo". He didn't expect to know her name after half a year of acquaintance.