The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Han Zhiyuan split firewood for twenty minutes, and when he stopped to catch his breath, Jiang Ning rolled up his sleeves and took the ax from him without saying a word.

Han Zhiyuan was about to sternly refuse, but Jiang Ning stopped him with one sentence: "If you have a high fever again, I will withdraw first." So Han Zhiyuan was defeated and abdicated to let the virtuous.

The two took turns chopping for more than an hour before they finished chopping the remaining firewood in the yard. Jiang Ning rubbed his sore palms and watched Han Zhiyuan take two or three small cylinder-shaped firewood from the old man.

Han Zhiyuan took the fire folder and did not leave, but talked with the old man again, as if chatting, although the old man was very indifferent before, now his attitude towards them has changed a little bit, Han Zhiyuan said a few words to him , I would rather give a brief answer or two.

Han Zhiyuan was not discouraged. After finishing the conversation, he came over to Jiang Ning with his usual expression and said, "Let's go back."

When the two left the yard, Jiang Ning asked curiously, "What did you tell him?"

Han Zhiyuan smiled and replied: "Talk casually, try to attract him to say a few more words, I can also steal my teacher, don't you think you are a foreigner?"

When he uttered the three words "outsider", his tone changed completely, almost exactly the same as that old man's tone, although obscure, but mixed with an indescribable charm, Jiang Ning only thought it was very nice, Expressed surprise: "You still have this skill?"

Han Zhiyuan smiled calmly: "It's just a small matter."

Jiang Ning: "..." I just quietly watched you pretend.

The two of them chattered as they passed the old man's vegetable garden. Jiang Ning stopped to observe carefully for a while. He didn't have time to take a closer look when he was building a fence for the old man. He didn't know most of the vegetables grown in the field. Some of the leaves were thin and long. Long, like green onions, some are short and fat, with green leaves clustered together, neatly arranged one by one, looking very cute, and some are vines, a bit like vetch, climbing on the fence.

Although they didn't know each other very well, Jiang Ning still found a few familiar dishes, such as Donghan vegetable and daikon radish, and common condiments such as onion, ginger, garlic and leek. He was slightly relieved to know what to eat , can be regarded as a big gain.

Speaking of which, Jiang Ning is not really a city dweller. When he was five years old, his parents died unexpectedly. He was taken to live with his grandmother in the countryside. He didn't come to the city until he was in high school and his grandmother passed away. He stayed at his aunt's house, and after several rounds, when he became an adult, he used the insurance money and compensation money left by his parents, and was admitted to a foreign school.

In Jiang Ning's memory, all his happiest times were spent in that remote mountain village. Although those days were not long, they were enough for him to savor slowly in the rest of his life.

The two walked along the river bank all the way back to their temporary residence. Jiang Ning wanted to see if there were any fish and shrimp in the river, but he was disappointed. He could only see some small fish the size of a thumb swimming quickly at the bottom of the river. Catch them, they are so fast that Jiang Ning can't even catch up with his eyes.

Just when Jiang Ning was silently complaining that the TV series and novels were too fake, he accidentally found a large clump of cress and a lot of wild river yams on the bank of the river. Surprises often came so suddenly that he almost lost control and jumped down. the river goes.

Han Zhiyuan hurriedly held him back: "What's wrong?!"

I can't blame Jiang Ning for being too restless. The chestnut rice porridge he drank today is just a drop in the bucket for a grown man, and it can only make his stomach even hungrier. Posted on the back.

He pointed to the cress and river taro, and said concisely: "This can be eaten."

So the two of them worked for a long time, picked a lot of cress, dug up a lot of river yams, and returned with a full load, um, let's say they returned with a full load.

Back at the residence, Jiang Ning found the pots and pans from the kitchen, assigned them to Han Zhiyuan to wash them by the river, and then started to process their lunch. The old leaves and stems of the cress were removed, leaving only the tops For the tender part, he only found a little coarse salt in the kitchen, but unfortunately there was no oil, so he could only make a watercress soup.

Because the kitchen knife was too rusted to be usable, Jiang Ning could only cut the cress into small pieces with his bare hands, then found a crock pot, and hesitated when pouring the water. The river here is very clear, it looks like No pollution, probably no problem, right?

He put the earthen pot on the stove, stuffed the flammable firewood into the stove, picked up the fire bag, and then the question came, how to use this thing?

For Jiang Ning, starting a fire is not a problem, but how Huozhezi makes a fire is the biggest problem.

Han Zhiyuan, who was watching from the side, was also a little dumbfounded. He took the fire folder and observed it carefully for a while. The outermost part is a thin section of bamboo with a small cover at the end. When the cover is opened, you can see the filling inside, which is a bit similar to modern bamboo. There is a small hole at the end of the bong.

Han Zhiyuan thought for a while, and blew a few breaths on the small hole, Jiang Ning said in surprise, "There are sparks!"

Han Zhiyuan took it down and took a look. Sure enough, a slight flame could be seen on the top of the fire fold, floating tremblingly, as if it could be extinguished at any time. Looking at this small flame, Jiang Ning couldn't help sighing, the wisdom of the ancients is really infinite. , if there is no such thing, they probably have to consider drilling wood to make fire, or knocking stones.

After the fire was lit, everything was ready. Jiang Ning buried the washed river taro in the stove pit. After the cress soup was cooked, it was estimated that the taro should be simmered.

While waiting for the water to boil, the two of them squatted by the stove, staring at the big earthen pot, neither of them wanted to move. Jiang Ning originally planned to clean up the house, but his feet were a little weak because of hunger, so he just can give up.

After about five or six minutes, the water in the pot finally boiled. Jiang Ning put the chosen cress into it, added some coarse salt, and when the water boiled again, he put the flame in the stove pit to boil. It was buried with ashes.

Han Zhiyuan raised his head, his face full of doubts: "?"

Jiang Ning explained while scooping up the soup: "If you don't extinguish it, the taro inside will turn into carbon."

The two held the bowl, drank the hot cress soup, and slowly flowed down the esophagus into the empty stomach bag, and finally felt alive. The cress soup is not delicious, but it tastes fresh. There is also a little bit of sweetness, Jiang Ning feels that he may never forget this taste in his life.

After the soup was finished, the yams were just ripe. Jiang Ning took a stick and pulled them out one by one from the ashes. Each yam was small, only the size of a child's fist, and rolled on the ground in ash. Han Zhiyuan was a little He poked hesitantly: "Is this edible?"

"I used to eat it when I was young," Jiang Ning said with a smile, "Sweet potatoes, potatoes and all kinds of strange things, I dare to get them and eat them."

Although the taro is dirty and inconspicuous, after peeling off the scorched outer skin, a burst of heat comes out, revealing the white and smooth tender meat inside, and at the same time exuding an extremely attractive aroma , One bite, it is steaming hot, it melts in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

There were a total of six yams, large and small, all of which were finished within 5 minutes. The two patted the ashes on their hands unsatisfied. For the first time, there was a feeling of fullness in their stomachs, and they were very satisfied.

After eating and drinking, it is natural to start working. The two of them worked together to roughly clean the kitchen and bedroom, and finally looked a little bit liveable. Weeds, silently counting: one, two, three... Finally he started to bring the rhythm.

Jiang Ning took a look at it, and told him dumbfounded: "Don't be so careful, we don't live long."

Han Zhiyuan stopped silently, put a grass stalk in his mouth boredly, stretched his waist, and began to idle around, looking around, and finally took out a jar from behind the door in doubt, and asked Jiang Ning :"What's this?"

"What?" Jiang Ning looked back while washing the bowl, and replied, "A jar of pickled vegetables, probably contains... pickled vegetables?"

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became cheerful, he put down the bowl and walked over enthusiastically, squatting down beside the jar, while urging: "Open it and have a look."

"There are a few more here." Han Zhiyuan pointed to the back of the door, where there turned out to be a small tattered cloth curtain, probably blown down by the wind, and happened to cover the jar.

Including the one that Han Zhiyuan brought out, there are four jars in total. Because the light in the kitchen is too dark, Jiang Ning suggested to move out to look again. Han Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "What if there is gold in it?"

Jiang Ning was expressionless: "Haha, this joke is really funny."

Han Zhiyuan: "..." My heart is so tired, isn't it funny?

They moved several heavy jars to the yard one by one, and it was sunny outside, looking at the unopened jars, Jiang Ning always had a sense of happiness as if he had discovered a treasure when he was a child.

Han Zhiyuan said in a deep voice, "It's open."

Jiang Ning nodded, holding his breath as he stretched out his hand to uncover the first jar, and then a sour smell came over the surface, making the two of them almost unable to open their eyes. Han Zhiyuan took a step back in shock: "What's this?"

After waiting for a while, after the smell dissipated, Jiang Ning went forward, covering his nose, and took a look in the sunlight. It was dark inside, and he couldn't see clearly, but it probably wasn't a biochemical weapon. He let go of his hands and squatted down, After looking at it for a long time, and finally about to reach in, Han Zhiyuan grabbed his hand with suspicion on his face: "What if the things inside are corrosive?"

Jiang Ning hesitated for a moment, and thought it was right. He found a clean branch, stretched it in, fiddled with it, and took it out. Han Zhiyuan leaned over to look, and saw that the liquid on the branch was slightly brown, exuding a thick smell. Sour.

"This should be old vinegar." Jiang Ning studied for a while, then turned to look at Han Zhiyuan expressionlessly: "Where's the agreed upon gold?"

Han Zhiyuan: "..."