Da Jin

Now that I have discovered the secret of the pattern on the arm, and found a solution to the retreat of the locust text, it is a double blessing.

It would be perfect if he could think of a way to solve the problem of his tongue not being straightened, otherwise, no matter how good the solution is, it would be useless if he couldn’t explain it clearly

Zhimo scratched his head beside him, he seemed to see the smile on the little saint's face just now?The little saint didn't smile very much before.

Zhimo said, "My mother said that she just invited an aunt from the bottom of the mountain to cook for us at noon, so that the little sage doesn't have to worry."

Zhou Fuli nodded, had breakfast with Zhimo, fed the puppy, and then started to get down to business.

Although I thought of using ducks to control locusts instead of the method of returning locusts, the details still need to be carefully considered.

For example, the first step is to hatch duck eggs.

He only had a few baskets of duck eggs in total, and if something went wrong with the hatching process, he would cry to death.

It's not that ducks in this era can't prey on locusts, but that they are used to raising big, fat, high-quality ducks, and suddenly they are asked to raise dry ones, and there will always be some disappointment in their hearts.

It is best to hatch duck eggs in a relatively quiet environment, and the light is darker, because the light is too strong, the old hen will be full of vitality, and it is easy to step on bad eggs.

In a dark environment, chickens are motionless, and they will not move even if they stretch out their hands. This is why for thousands of years, only old hens have been heard of hatching eggs instead of ducks and geese.

Zhou Fuli stopped at the firewood room.

The location here is remote enough and quiet.

The firewood room is empty because it has not been used for a long time. Only Uncle Zhang chopped a pile of firewood in the morning.

Their yard is huge, not comparable to those in the countryside, and the woodshed is also very spacious.

This place is good for incubating eggs, and it will not affect daily life, Zhou Fuli thought, as long as the windows are sealed and only a place for ventilation is left.

I looked around in satisfaction, maybe I was in a good mood, and I called Zhimo to go out for a walk with the dog, and I happened to have a look at the surrounding environment. When I came last night, the sun was already setting, so I couldn't take a closer look.

Walking on the small road in the country, blowing the cool wind in the early spring, one word, cool.

The only annoying thing was that from time to time, there would be green-headed locusts bumping into him, and Zhimo followed him all the time, driving away the locusts that landed on Zhou Fuli.

On the side of the road in the countryside, there are mostly large pieces of mulberry hemp. In front of the threshold of a farmhouse in the distance, there are people sitting on the threshold rubbing hemp rope to hold the soles of their shoes.

Serene country living.

Since Zhou Fuli decided to raise ducks, his observation point is a bit more unique.

The terrain here is open, and the Luoshui River runs through it not far away. The water source is really abundant and the site is perfect, especially suitable for raising ducks.

They walked very slowly, because as soon as the little milk dog on the ground encountered a small pit, it would whine and dare not step over it, and only after learning that Mo was going to carry it across the pit did it jump up and down again.

What a little tsundere.

When they strolled around and went back, the aunt Lin had invited to make lunch for them in the village also came early.

It was not until lunch time that Zhou Fuli knew what it meant to crack teeth.

Last night, he felt that the pancakes made by Zhimo's mother were good enough, but Mrs. Lin's level was already considered very good. She learned from the chef of the Zhou Mansion before, and ordinary people really couldn't compare to it.

Even Zhimo looked at Zhou Fuli eagerly, unable to move.

That's right, the country people don't pay much attention to their mansion. Although Taifu's mansion is simple, it is refined.

Zhou Fuli thought about it, and gave some small money to send the helping aunt.

He didn't eat anything in the morning, and now he was so hungry that he couldn't eat the unbearable biscuits.

It's better to just get something to fill your stomach.

Said to Zhimo, "I'll make some food for you."

Zhimo was a little stunned, what did the little sage say?He must have heard wrong, right?

Zhou Fuli really knows how to cook, and he does it well.

The professor’s farm is a bit far from the urban area, and it’s not very convenient to eat at ordinary times. He just picked the ingredients from the farm himself, learned from those online celebrity videos, and studied it slowly. Although he can’t be called a chef, his cooking skills Progress is rapid.

Zhou Fuli looked at Zhimo, who was frowning with worry, a little funny, such a small person thinks a lot...

There happened to be a stone mill in their yard, and it was very convenient to grind flour and steam steamed buns.

It happened that he saw a huge bag of yeast powder on the big truck last night. This yeast powder was made by himself on his farm, and the effect was particularly good. A restaurant owner he knew had to use the yeast powder from their farm and said it was made. The steamed stuffed buns are very sweet and soft, and the customer just likes them, so he has to bring him a pack no matter what.

They are all old customers, so it is really hard to shirk, so they put such a big bag in the car.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if there is no yeast powder. He can ferment it with flour, but it takes a long time.

I found wheat from the kitchen and was about to grind flour when some noisy sounds suddenly came from outside the yard.

Zhou Fuli was taken aback, what's the matter?

When I walked to the gate of the yard, I saw a few thin and weak country children, holding bamboo poles, knocking elm money on the old elm tree in their yard outside the yard.

The children were taken aback when they saw someone coming out. Isn't this yard empty?

The adults in their family said that this year is a disaster year, and they have to save food early, otherwise people will starve to death. They can only eat five or six cents a day, so they come out of this yard every day to knock elm money on the old elm tree to eat .

Yuqian'er is a bit bitter, but it can fill the stomach after all.

Looking at these thin and frail children, Zhou Fuli's eyes darkened.

This is the life of ordinary people in Dajin, and it is these ordinary people who suffer from locust plagues every year.

Although the memory in my mind also knew this situation, but seeing it with my own eyes, a string in my heart was still severely pulled.

Now that he met him, he couldn't treat it as if he didn't see it.

Moreover, when Zhou Fuli moved his eyes, he was now stuttering. The only way to quickly solve this problem was to practice constantly, but it was impossible for him to talk to himself every day, and he couldn't find acquaintances.

Perhaps these children are a good choice, and there is no need to worry about exposing anything in front of a few children.

In addition, Zhimo is like a little old-fashioned at such a young age, probably because he has too little contact with his peers.

Zhou Fuli waved to the children outside the courtyard, motioning for them to come in.

As a result, several children shook their heads vigorously. Their parents had warned them that even if there was no one in the yard, they could not enter the yard to play without permission, lest they cause trouble.

They were really hungry and panicked, so they secretly came to knock elm money to eat.

The class in this world is very strict. In the eyes of the adults in the village, this yard is not something that ordinary people can own, so there is this warning.

Seeing that these children refused to come in, Zhou Fuli said to Zhimo, "Hold Haitang and go out to play with them."

Zhimo usually listened to Zhou Fuli, and looked back pitifully at every step, probably waiting to call him back.

Soon, I vaguely heard Zhimo Xiaozheng's stern voice, "My name is Zhimo, and I am the book boy of our little sage. This is our puppy, called Haitang..."

Zhou Fuli shook his head, how can a child be so serious when playing with a group of children.

But regardless of how they communicated, the children naturally let go after playing together.

Zhou Fuli went back to fetch some more wheat, and then started to grind the flour. The stone mill should have been cleaned by Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin, which saved a lot of trouble.

People who know how to make steamed buns actually think it is very simple, there are only a few simple steps, kneading noodles, kneading dough, and steaming in a cage.

But it is difficult to make it delicious.

There is no steamer now, but when Uncle Zhang comes back, I can think of a way to let him make one.

If you don't have a steamer, you can only use a pot.

It is also a little more troublesome to start a fire. In ancient times, there were all kinds of built-in stoves that burned firewood.

This is not a problem for Zhou Fuli. He lived in his grandma's house in the countryside for a long time when he was a child. Maybe it is because of that beautiful experience that he likes rural life.

Those who have never experienced the beauty of the countryside may never understand it.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Fuli lifted the lid of the pot, and white steam gushed out, accompanied by the unique aroma of food.

The balls, which were originally only the size of Zhimo's small fist, have now doubled or tripled in size, white and fat, and some are even slightly cracked.

Zhou Fuli poked it with his chopsticks, it was really soft, and then he poked one with his chopsticks out of fear of being hot, and took a bite with his mouth. The familiar taste came into his mouth. The sweetness of the food came from the deep memory.

I don't know how many times better than the biscuits with kowtow.

He nodded in satisfaction, then picked up a big food box and walked out of the yard.

"Zhimo, come over for dinner." Zhou Fuli shouted.

Zhimo Xiaozheng was standing in the middle of a few country children with a look of bewilderment. He probably had never encountered such a situation before, but the little milk dog was thumping with joy.

Hearing Zhou Fuli's shout, Zhimo and the little milk dog ran to the yard.

At this time, Zhou Fuli just walked out of the yard, opened the food box, hot steam came out, and there was the smell of sweet food.

Zhimo was stunned for a moment, what are these white and fat cakes?Why didn't he see it in the mansion before?

Zhou Fuli said, "Go and wash your hands."

A few skinny children smelled the food, almost drooling, what is this?It looks so delicious.

But they were sensible, looking at Zhou Fuli, one of the older children said, "It's time for us to go home for dinner, can we come and play with your family Zhimo and the puppy later?"

Zhou Fuli smiled in his heart, these children were obviously drooling with greed, but they turned their eyes away from the food.

Zhou Fuli said, "I made a lot of steamed buns today, so I'll share some with you. How about you play with our family Zhimo in the afternoon? He's a little shy."

One word at a time, just as practice. Anyway, these children didn't recognize him before, and they couldn't see anything wrong. At most, they felt that he spoke a little slower.