Shelter in the pastoral

When Fang Shujing was about to leave, Liu Yechen's eyes were red from crying.

But I made an agreement with my little daughter-in-law to let him post the letter, and repeatedly stated that I would not let others read it.He reluctantly agreed.

When he came, he came back empty-handed.When he was leaving, the little daughter-in-law brought him things that would fill the entire carriage.There are four jars of small pickles alone, two jars are fried with meat, and two jars are soaked in red oil, you can eat it when you open it, as long as it is stored well, it will not go bad even if you eat it for a month or two , I also made him canned salted fish. I don’t know where he bought the jar, which can be kept forever with the lid on. There are four braised fish in it.Seeing that it was going to be cold, I took two quilts.

Before leaving, the little daughter-in-law accompanied the carriage for a long way, and finally waved her hand reluctantly.

Fang Shujing traveled all day and arrived at the academy in the evening.

The time to rest and bath in the academy is not long, and most of the scholars drink and drink in the nearby town, or go up to spread a mat and sit on it while resting and bathing, and three or five friends recite a poem with autumn light, which is indescribably elegant.

Only Fang Shujing went home.It was very tossing and bumpy on the mountain road in the carriage, and Ning Huairen, Liu Lin and Chen Laoshi who lived in the same dormitory felt that the people who became relatives were different.

They are also very curious. On weekdays, Fang Shujing is either reading books or writing family letters on the table in the dormitory. Who is it that makes him dream.

When Fang Shujing came back, he was shocked: "Are you moving your house back?"

"My wife prepared it."

Liu Lin led several people to move things in a hurry.

Looking at the things, there are small pickles prepared for fear that he will not be able to eat well, and quilts prepared for fear that he will be cold, and the quilts are all thick cotton quilts, which are very soft to the touch and look like new ones!

It seems that the young daughter-in-law of Fang Shujing's family is very virtuous.

When Fang Shujing came back, although he was dusty, he was in high spirits.

Liu Lin discussed with him: "Could you give me some pickles later? Recently, the food in the dining room has become more and more unpalatable." In the past, there were some broken egg flowers in the free soup, but now there are only wild vegetable leaves left. Not willing to put much salt, it tastes like shabu-shabu.

He also said that in autumn, the prices of vegetables and meat have risen, and the prices of big pot dishes have also risen a lot.These scholars and students who live in multiple rooms seem to be insufficient for this year's money. Although there are some cleaning and tidying jobs here that can make a little money, they will have an exam next year, and they dare not put themselves time wasted elsewhere.

Zhengfang Shujing brought back a lot of small pickles, which immediately made his eyes light up. The steamed buns in the dining room are not expensive, and it costs a penny. If you can eat some small pickles, it will be more comfortable than choking on dry steamed buns.

But I'm sorry, after all, it was brought back from thousands of miles away.

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "If I don't wait until the next time I go to the market in the town, I will buy some and pay you back."

Fang Shujing said: "That's not necessary, I can't finish eating so much, except for canned salted fish, I can do whatever else I want!" The fish was specially made for him by his daughter-in-law, and he wants to enjoy it alone, no one will share .

When Chen Laoshi and Ning Huairen heard this, they hurried over and said, "How about the three of us pool together one meat and one vegetable. You serve pickles, and we mix them up, so we can eat everything."

In this way, everyone saves money, and seeing the end of the year, the money has to be calculated and spent.You still have to spend a lot of money during the exam, but now you can save as much as you can.

Fang Shujing felt that this was not bad, so he agreed.

After a while, Senior Brother Song rang the bell, and dinner was served.

Liu Lin has a lot of friends.Said: "Is it possible that Senior Brother Song stayed in the academy?"

Fang Shujing was a little surprised: "He won't take the entrance exam."

Liu Lindao: "He's not that material." He also discussed articles before.Brother Song is like a dead book, as long as the topic changes a little, it will stop immediately.It is hard work for him to be admitted to Tongsheng, but it is more difficult for him to be a scholar.

He also passed the exam once, and there was no name at all when the results were released.

But he is careful and enthusiastic, and everyone in the academy likes him, so the head of the mountain simply kept him, and it is said that he makes a lot of money every month.Although he is not a scholar, he likes the learning atmosphere of the academy very much, so he readily agreed, and now he can be asked about major and minor matters in the academy, and he has become half in charge.

"Let's go out to eat."

There are more than 200 people in Shanlin Academy.Those who go early can get all kinds of food, and those who go late can only eat whatever is left over.

Fang Shujing opened a can of fried pickles with a clean and dry chopsticks. It was all fried with meat, and there were still a lot of diced meat in it, which had been fried very dry. The meat was firm, and they were used Homemade radish is dried and put a lot of oil.

His little daughter-in-law is really real.In the village, pickles are cut and eaten directly. How can it be so luxurious? It is served with meat and oil, but it is very fragrant.

Fang Shujing picked up a top-notch bowl!

Liu Lin and the others looked at it and said, "There's still meat here?" Are the pickles so luxurious now?

Ning Huairen and Chen Laoshi originally thought that their suggestion was good, but now they were suspected of taking advantage of Fang Shu's net. When they went to buy vegetables, they bought another vegetarian dish, two vegetarian and one meat.

The staple food bought steamed buns by himself, and the four of them sat together.

The dining room of Shanlin Academy is usually very quiet. Although there is no express regulation, everyone has formed a habit for a long time.

There are some exceptions today, when everyone started whispering to each other while eating.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good."

"What did you do today?"

"But I'm starving."

Following the smell, everyone found something different on Fang Shujing's table. There was a bowl of oily pickles on his table. The diced meat in it was deep-fried, and the smell made them want to eat it.

Everyone frequently probed their heads.

But the four people in their dormitory couldn't take care of them. They bought four steamed buns with whole grains and started eating them.Put a piece of oily pickles in between, bite it down, it smells delicious!

Although the steamed buns use coarse grains, the taste is a bit dry when eaten, but the steamed buns are chewy. The more you chew, the fragrance of the grain itself and a hint of light sweetness come out.

Fang Shujing's daughter-in-law made fried pickles without knowing how much thought was wasted. The dried radish is not too salty and is just right to eat with rice or steamed buns.If you want to go down, it feels solid, not soft and not hard, chewing very well, and put a lot of oil in it on the steamed buns, the oil slightly soaked into the steamed buns, it tastes rich, better than the stir-fried vegetables in the dining room eat it.

They ate small pickles in big mouthfuls, and the students around them could eat without seeing their satisfied expressions.

Watching the sharp bowl of pickles being pinched into a hole by a few chopsticks.

The friends in the dormitory all tacitly don’t eat the diced meat inside, just eat some dried radish and pickles.

But Liu Lin didn't notice that a small piece of diced meat was caught with his chopsticks. The fried meat became less crispy after being soaked in oil, but the meat was firm: "It's delicious."

"I have never eaten such delicious pickles in my life."

Everyone was watching them.Unconsciously, they praised it, the food was delicious, and someone in the crowd gulped.

Fang Shujing returned home to eat and drink, and the little pickles were not bad, and they didn't react as much.They have been eating the meals in the dining room for several years.Suddenly I ate such small pickles that can be eaten with rice, and I couldn't stop eating one by one.

After a while, the greedy classmate who couldn't stand the boldness said, "Junior Brother Fang, can you give me a taste."

"Yes." Fang Shujing said.

This daring classmate had been looking at it for a long time, and when he heard Fang Shujing's words, he quickly took out a long radish stick from it.When one had caught up to two, he immediately returned to his seat, picked up his steamed bun, took a bite of the pickles, and then another bite of the steamed bun.

The reaction was even greater than that of Fang Shujing's classmates and friends, who ate up a steamed bun with just this radish and pickles!

"It's so delicious." Then he ran to Fang Shujing's side and said, "Where did you buy it? Does he still sell it?" He knew that the pickled vegetables must be expensive with meat and oil, but he wanted to buy half of it even if he cut down on food and clothing. Catty by catty.

Recently, in autumn, I have lost my appetite. Eating this is more enjoyable than eating meat.

"Not for sale. It's made by Junior Brother Fang's daughter-in-law." Liu Lin was a little dissatisfied with him, and felt more and more that he came here to talk without being kind.

He didn't eat any food, and his mouth was full of oil when he ate pickles.It's really fragrant, but it's a bit expensive.It is enough to eat four steamed buns on weekdays.The more I eat, the more hungry I am. I don’t know where I ate the three steamed buns. Anyway, I was appetized by the oily fried pickles.

It's just that the pickles are significantly reduced, and the four of them are not enough to eat.There was a circle of people watching outside.

I can't wait to cover my hands with my hands to prevent them from lowering their chopsticks.

After a while, I heard a scolding voice: "Why are you all gathered together, get out of the way." When everyone heard this voice, they quickly dispersed. This is the strict black face in charge of discipline in the Forestry College. If anyone is caught by him, Regardless of how many people are in front of him, the two-foot-thick bamboo board hits the palm of the hand.Even the proud son of Class A is no exception, the scholars who have been here for a long time are terrified just by hearing his voice.But as soon as he moved away, the smell of fried pickles that had been tightly covered just now dissipated all of a sudden.

Shan Chang said: "What's the smell?"

Everyone turned around and found that the head of the mountain was also in the academy today, Mr. Wen, Mr. Luo, Yan Heimian, and nine other gentlemen came to the dining room casually.

Following the scent, they also looked at Fang Shujing's table frequently.

They said they wouldn't let the students come over to see it, but they gathered around instead.

Fang Shujing said: "Sir, this is a small pickle from my home, may I get some for you to taste?"

The head of the mountain stroked his beard and looked at the teachers. They all looked unpredictable.

Don't say that scholars can't stand eating the same food, they are the same.At that time, due to my status and face, I was too embarrassed to say it, and I repeatedly hinted at this mountain leader.

The head of the mountain just didn't say anything!

The gentlemen who got it were anxious and looked at the head of the mountain frequently.

In the end, the head of the mountain couldn't hold back and said: "Then it's troublesome, we also have a taste of your home."

Fang Shujing nodded and went down. "

After a while, I took out two bowls of pickles from the dormitory and came back.One handed the table to the head of the mountain.

A long table handed to the scholar, said: "Everyone have a taste."

"Thank you, Junior Brother Fang."

"It's really atmospheric."

"It smells good."

A bowl of pickled vegetables looks like a lot, but Shan Zhang's side is okay, there are only a few people in total.But there are many scholars here.Only one piece per person is allowed.If there is too much, you won't be able to eat later.

There are also a few wealthy and arrogant scholars who dismissed it.A little bit of pickles can buy people's hearts, look how good they are.

Those who got the pickles soon gave out all kinds of praises.

"smell good."

"It's too late."

"It's okay for me to eat another bowl of rice."

"This scholar Fang is really a man of great success. If I had such a young daughter-in-law who can cook and eat, I wouldn't come out to study." After one of the scholars finished speaking, everyone laughed.

The normally quiet dining room became lively.

After hearing this, Yan Heimian turned dark and said to the teacher at the same dining table: "Whoever said this must be written down, and I will deal with him later." Learning is a serious thing, so how can you make a joke.

Mr. Luo said: "Can you wipe off the oil on your mouth before you say this?" He ate the most at this table.

"It's really good." This little pickle can make this taste, and the food in the dining room is eclipsed by comparison.

After a while, the canteen found that more than a dozen trays of steamed buns were sold out. Eating this small pickle is a perfect match with steamed buns.

The cook in the dining room heard about it and came out to have a look. Every time after steaming, there are two or three drawers left to sell at night. Why is it so popular today? Could it be that the skill of making steamed buns has improved?

The cook said happily, "I'll steam two more drawers tomorrow."

The scholar next to him said: "Where are two drawers enough? I think at least five drawers are needed." The chubby chef was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth.Sure enough, practice makes perfect, and the better the craftsmanship, the better.

Everyone who had eaten Fang Shujing's small pickles didn't have enough after eating, and they followed Fang Shujing back to his dormitory consciously, like Fang Shujing's little tail.Said: "Can you ask my sister-in-law to make some small pickles for sale. It will cost any money."

Each of them has one root.It's good to eat.I heard that Fang Shujing took a lot of it, and turned around every day in the dining hall, lingering on the smell.Where can they eat?There are no extremely poor people who study here, and they all want to pay for it.

Pairs of eyes stared at Fang Shujing.The other three people in the dormitory consciously used their bodies to block the five jars placed under the table...