Yipin Farmer

Ting Shuang saw this interesting incident in the novel and was very impressed, so she used it as an example and said: "The Li Hongzhang brothers are in the frontier, and their mother is a big foot, so they still enjoy great blessings. Not everyone has to marry a little foot. Women's."

"Who is Li Hongzhang?" Ting Hui asked strangely.

Ting Shuang broke out in cold sweat. Although what he said was true, the era he lived in did not have the famous Li Hongzhang at all.Fortunately, he was still a little quick-witted, and said: "I saw it in a notebook novel. It said that a woman who had never bound her feet worked hard to manage the housework and raise her children after she got married. Later, her two sons became first-rank Fengjiang One of them is Li Hongzhang, the empress dowager treats her as a guest of honor, and she is not discriminated against because of her feet."

Ting Lan cried miserably, everyone only cared about coaxing the child, and ignored who he was talking about, Ting Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Kejian twirled his beard thinking.

Everyone knew that this matter had to be decided by the head of the family, so they looked at him without saying a word. In the end, Meng Kejian made a decision: "Our family was originally from a peasant family in the countryside, and women in the village don't like to bind their feet. Although our family has entered the city, I’m rich too, but there’s no need to emulate those people’s practices and torment children.”

Yang was a little embarrassed: "But I'm afraid I won't get married in the future."

"What are you afraid of?" Meng Kejian said, "Since my second brother left, I have used part of the income from the silk and satin farm to buy land as Xiaolan's dowry every year. Now, I will add another sum every year. In another ten years This sum is not small, if you don't believe that with the money, Xiaolan will not be able to make a good relationship."

Yang frowned and said nothing, Ting Shuang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the old man was no longer annoying, his shiny forehead softened, and he was quite kind when his eyes were not staring.

"However, when I get old, there will not be as many distributions among your brothers as before."

Before Ting Shuang said anything, Ting Hui said in surprise: "What? You want to leave all the money to your sister?"

Meng Kejian squinted at him and said, "Just distribute half of the property to my younger sister. You are all big men. As long as you work hard, you will earn a lot of money in the future. But your younger sister doesn't have a good dowry. When she comes to her husband's house, she will be looked down upon and angered."

Ting Hui raised his brows, looking a little dissatisfied, but didn't say anything.Ting Shuang doesn't care how much the inheritance will be divided in the future, as long as he can live a peaceful life without worrying about food and clothing. He is willing to rely on his own struggle to obtain these.

The family said a few words, and the maid and mother-in-law brought the dinner.

There are seven or eight plates of stir-fried vegetables and soups on the round table, which is enough for a family of six.

It was Ting Shuang's first time eating ancient food, and she was very curious.In the middle of the table was a plate of Yellow River carp, poured with maroon sauce.The Yellow River carp, Songjiang perch, Changjiang shad, and saury are all precious and delicious fish dishes. Due to overfishing and environmental pollution in modern times, it is not easy to eat pure Yellow River carp that has not been fed. I can’t imagine that I can eat it now .Soft, tender and fragrant, sweet and sour, sour and slightly salty, the juice is bright and shiny, tempting the appetite.

Ting Shuang kept waving her chopsticks, it was so delicious.

There is also the fish-flavored shredded pork that is moderately salty and spicy with a slight sour-sweet taste, and the shredded pork with bamboo shoots and fungus is very generous, unlike the modern restaurant that only has a few pitiful shreds of pork, and the plate is full of green onions.

Even the ordinary scrambled eggs are fragrant and tender. The eggs are yellow and green, and the eggs laid by chickens that have not eaten ovotropin and auxin are different.There is also this home-cooked roasted eggplant and fried beans that also have a unique fragrance.

As the saying goes: Three generations of eunuchs can only dress and eat, such as the Jia Mansion in "A Dream of Red Mansions".The Meng family only became rich more than ten years ago, and they should be nouveau riche in the eyes of the world. The food and clothing are not as refined as the aristocratic family. It can be seen from the food that it is very real and not particular about it.

For Ting Shuang, who has suffered from the devastation of the school cafeteria, she doesn’t care about any color, shape, meaning, nutrition, etc., so the affordable and delicious diet of Meng’s is very suitable for him. , especially for the braised pork. It is oily and red, fat but not greasy. It definitely comes from pigs that have not been fed clenbuterol or processed feed. The taste is pure and meaty, and it is fragrant. The tongue can also swallow it, no need to spit out bones or pick thorns, one bite at a time, really exciting.

He took another bite of the white steamed bun, oh, the steamed bun without any additives and bleach was in his mouth, and the fragrance of wheat lingered between his teeth, even more fragrant than the [-] noodles he ate in his previous life.

"Drink some soup, be careful not to choke." Seeing that he was eating deliciously, with a joyful smile on her face, Yang gave him a bowl of soup and put it in his hand. She didn't eat much herself, but looked at her sons lovingly. eat.

Ting Shuang took a sip of the soup. The mushroom and chicken soup had a strong aroma. It was really made with chicken, without any messy things like chicken essence and mushroom essence, and there was a layer of yellow chicken oil floating on it.

"Ah..." Ting Shuang took a sip of the soup and smacked her lips in satisfaction.

Ting Hui looked at him and smiled: "Brother, your food..."

"It must have been sick and starving." Ting Lan saw that the dishes on the table were in disarray, and pushed the children's gourmet croquettes and soft sweet cakes in front of him, "Brother, You eat this."

In Ting Shuang's previous life, he had no parents since he was a child, and no one taught him any manners. Fortunately, he didn't live in a well-regulated home like Jia's in "A Dream of Red Mansions". There are so many cumbersome rules that you can't make a sound, you can't cross your chopsticks, and so on.So there was no surprise at his eating.

Ting Shuang was very embarrassed, but it was really delicious.Looking at his younger brothers and sisters looking at him, the eyes of the stern old man Meng Kejian also shone with joy, and he was no longer so fierce.

The second eldest, Ting Hui, was holding the chopsticks to pull the dishes, and pursed his lips unhappily: "Our food is always so rough. The eggs are either boiled or fried with green onions. The eggs I eat at Su Peng's house are three-fresh eggs. Add ham crumbs to break up the bubbles, then mix it into the mushroom and chicken soup and steam it in a pot, it is fresh and tender..."

"If you think the food at home is not good, don't eat it." Meng Kejian said coldly. "When I went to the city to beg for a living, let alone eggs, I couldn't even drink it. I picked vegetable leaves that others didn't want on the street and soaked them in salt. I can only eat meat for a meal during the Chinese New Year. I can usually pick what others don't want. It's like a festival if you smash your bones and cook soup..."

"Okay, I just said this, and Dad started to remember the pain." Ting Hui curled his lips disapprovingly, "Don't think about the past, but look forward, enjoy it if you have the conditions."

"Those who enjoy without suffering do not know that material resources are hard, they do not know that money is hard to come by, and they do not know how to cherish it, so they are easy to lose their fortunes." Meng Kejian continued to teach, "So people say that you can't be rich for three generations, and they are talking about people like you. I don't ask too much, I just ask that the grandson's generation can live in poverty, it's not bad, judging by the virtues of each of you, we know that our family can't be rich for three generations."

"Father always underestimates us, as if we are prodigal sons." Ting Hui couldn't help but talk back.

"You don't think you are?" Meng Kejian narrowed his eyes. "Tell me, have you three grown up and earned a penny? What else do you do besides eating, drinking and having fun? The few of you have enough money to drink with your friends every year." Bought a few properties."

"What are you friends..." Ting Hui wanted to defend something, but Yang gave him a glare and changed his words, "Brother, is it delicious?"

Ting Shuang just focused on eating and didn't care about talking, but she heard their conversation and said, "Of course it's delicious. The scrambled eggs are really delicious, and they smell like eggs."

"Ha..." Ting Hui laughed, "Of course eggs smell like eggs, what else could they smell like?"

Ting Shuang couldn't stop eating, and couldn't spare his mouth to speak, so he could only give him a blank look. This kid really doesn't know how to be blessed. Eggs in modern society are produced with ovotropin, and the yolks are faint. It doesn't have the fragrance that eggs should have at all, unlike the eggs naturally laid by chickens that eat grass seeds and bugs here, the yolks are so red that they are so fragrant when they are fried with green onions.If this kid was tortured in the school cafeteria of his previous life for a month, he would not be so picky.

Ting Shuang slandered, while reaching for the steamed buns.

Yang persuaded him: "Your body just doesn't want to eat so much all at once, you've already eaten three buns."

"Uh..." Ting Shuang was taken aback and hiccupped. He didn't expect to eat so much. No wonder his stomach felt a little full. He used to only eat two steamed buns for a meal.

Yang patted him on the back, ordered someone to bring a bowl of noodle soup to dissolve the food, and said: "Drink a cup of strong tea after dinner, walk around the courtyard a few times, and be careful of stomach pain at night."

Ting Shuang touched her belly and smiled embarrassedly. From now on, she can eat such delicious food every day, and her mother cares so much, so happy.

In the evening, Yang was doing housework and looking at the account books, while Ting Shuang played with her younger siblings and maidservants in the residence of Dongkuayuan.

"During dinner today, Daddy seemed to be in a better mood, and he was not so strict. Although he had a straight face, I could see that he was a little happy." Ting Shuang drank another bowl of tea and said.

"That's because he saw you eating well, eating well is a sign of good health, so Dad is in a good mood." Ting Hui said.

Xiaohui interjected, "Yes, children eat a lot, which means they are in good health. Parents are very happy."

Ting Shuang was so moved that his eyes became hot. He didn't expect that he just ate a little more and made the strict old man Meng happy. This is the heart of parents, and they really don't want much.Good health and appetite can make your children happy.

"Brother, let's play riddles. If you lose, let me ride as a big horse." Ting Lan looked up at him with a small face.

Ting Shuang knew that the little girl had other ideas, and said with a smile, "Then what if you lose?"

"If I lose, you will be ridden by me."

Ting Shuang agreed.

Ting Lan began to say riddles: "There are seven birds on the tree, if one is knocked down with a slingshot, how many are left."

Isn't this what I said during the day today?

Ting Shuang opened his mouth and replied, "There is not one."

"Wrong, there is only one left." Ting Lan smiled slyly, "The one that was knocked down is left."

Alas, I fell for this little girl again.

Ting Shuang sighed and got down on the horse, and Ting Lan rode happily.

Ting Ke laughed: "Brother always spoils Xiao Lan."

Ting Hui squinted at him: "Brother dotes on you too."

After playing for a while, several people returned to their rooms to rest, and the servants also returned to the servant's room. Ting Shuang lay on the soft and comfortable bed, and became confused after a while. In the blur, he felt a pair of warm and soft hands tucking the quilt for him. The neck immediately became hot.As the slight sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, the room returned to silence, and Ting Shuang's eyes were wet. Although he didn't go where he wanted to go, he had already enjoyed the affection and warmth he wanted.

The night was dark and sweet without dreams, and when he woke up, he felt comfortable. Ting Shuang opened his eyes and stretched his waist. The maid Xiaohui opened the curtain, fetched water to wash his face, and combed his hair after washing his face. The comb was stained with shavings Comb your hair without any mess, Ting Shuang guesses that this is equivalent to modern mousse, otherwise it will be unkempt when the wind blows.When the hair is combed and braided, black silk thread is added to make the braid thick and stylish.

When we arrived at the main courtyard, we had breakfast with our parents, the third son Tingke was already waiting there.Meng Kejian's face was as dark as a dark cloud again, and Ting Shuang felt uneasy, wondering why he had offended the old man.

The servant set out breakfast, four side dishes of two meat and two vegetables, a pot of hot rice porridge, salty oil cakes, sweet twists, a plate of boiled eggs, and a basket of white steamed buns, which were very nutritious.Ting Shuang peeled a hard-boiled egg, the yolk was deep yellow, it smelled delicious, and it tasted even better, unlike the hard-boiled eggs eaten in modern times.

After Meng Kejian finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, and said to Ting Shuang, "I heard from your mother yesterday that you will be obedient and share your parents' worries in the future. Dad is very happy."

Ting Shuang saw that there was not much joy on his face, and wondered if he wanted him to do something, so he would be exempted from the merit test, and he couldn't write stereotyped essays.He is still willing to do other things.

Meng Kejian didn't know what he was thinking. He just said, "You are the eldest son in the family. You have to help your parents manage the housework and discipline your younger brother. Look at the second child, who sleeps late all day. When does he get up early and doesn't even eat breakfast?" , you have to talk about him well."

Ting Shuang blushed and put down the boiled egg in her hand.

"I'm going to wake the second child up now."

Ting Shuang went to Dongkua Courtyard to wake someone up. She used to think that it was good to have a younger brother, and she could instruct him to do this and that to show her authority.

"Go, brother, pour me a glass of water."

"Come on, rub my shoulders."

Then, the younger brother will obediently pour water and rub his shoulders. Now that he has a younger brother, he knows that while enjoying the rights as an older brother, he also has to take on the responsibility of disciplining and taking care of his younger brother, right?The second child sleeps late, he is being blamed as an older brother, really depressed.

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Off topic:

The elderly are taboo to say the word "death", so "old" is used instead. "After getting old" sometimes refers to "after death". Readers who have old people at home will understand. Please understand the true meaning of the word "old" in the text according to the context. mean.

Bawu noodles are 85 catties of wheat ground into 75 catties of noodles called Bawu noodles, which are very fragrant when made into steamed buns.In the same way, [-] Jin noodles are called Qiwu noodles, which are whiter and thinner. It is not as delicious as Bawu noodles for making steamed buns.I don't know if anyone has eaten it.