Rebirth Night Expedition Far River

Yu Tong held today's prey, two pheasants and two hares, and carried a basket weighing more than ten catties. Wen Jiang wanted to help him get some, but he avoided it, saying that he was completely fine, and walked quickly on purpose. After walking a long way, he laughed and said, "Look, let me say I can do it."

"Okay, it must be done!" How can a man say no, Wen Jiang chuckled.

After returning home, Yu Tong went to pack up his prey, and Wen Jiang began to count the things in his basket. Before that, he found some honeysuckle flowers there, and he picked some without digging. The modern ones seem to be a month late in flowering, and at the moment when they are in full bloom, he picked a lot, thinking that he would put a fence at home and then bring them back to plant, which is both beautiful and practical.

"Xiao Qi, what kind of flowers are you picking?" Yu Tong packed up his prey, came over to help, and squatted there to watch Wen Jiang tidy up the bamboo baskets. He only saw some yellow, yellow and white flowers. I've seen it, but I haven't paid much attention to it: "It's kind of fragrant."

"En." Wen Jiang smiled and asked him to bring a bamboo basket: "This is called honeysuckle."

"Honeysuckle? It's a nice name." It's gold and silver, Yu Tong said with a silly smile, "Is this something for food?"

"Well, no, it's for soaking water to drink." Wen Jiang pointed to a place and said, "Let's put it there. You can soak it in water after it dries."

"Ah, drink it in water, what does it taste like?"

"It's a bit bitter, but it can clear away heat and fire. It's a good season to drink." Wen Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It would be better if there were some chrysanthemums." Jian Yu Tong twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled when he heard the bitterness: " In fact, it’s better to put some rock sugar.”

"Bingtang?" Yu Tong, who had put the baskets in the place Wen Jiang said, walked over and heard a strange question. It seems that Xiaoqi really knew a lot of things in his dream.

Wen Jiang didn't answer, but picked out good konjac seeds and turned to him and asked, "Do you have chaff and straw at home?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, I dug up a lot of these and I want to store them."

"Then it's okay to put it in the place where the sundries are placed next to our two houses."

Wen Jiang thought for a while and nodded: "No problem." Then he took out a large handful of bright red things from the basket, and Yu Tong's eyes widened all of a sudden, pointing at that and shouting: "Wow, Xiaoqi, how did you put it away?" The Chaotian fruit has also been picked, this thing can choke your throat, it's not good to eat."

Wen Jiang was a southerner in his previous life, and he traveled here. According to his observations, Qingxi Village is also located in the southwestern part of the Great Jingguo. Compared with his previous life, it is probably counted as the Sichuan-Chongqing area, so he still recognizes many things he saw. , and the food is most suitable for his taste.It's just that the diet of the people here is far from reaching the level of the previous life, so that he has a lot of room to play.

"Haha, that's because you didn't find a way to eat it." Fortunately, he remembered seeing a small bag of peppercorns in the kitchen before, otherwise he really didn't know how to cook.

He carried the baskets in with Yu Tong, and then put three layers of rice husks and konjac seeds in a row according to the method he had seen before. He took two more baskets, and the other one was a little broken. The way, thinking about it this way, Wen Jiang decided to tie up a few more baskets when he decided to tie up the fence.After tidying up the konjac seeds, he took out the garlic and Houttuynia cordata, and as soon as the Houttuynia cordata was taken out, Yu Tong held his nose and took a big step back: "Xiaoqi, this stuff has a really strong taste. "Is this thing edible?Yu Tong was full of doubts.

Wen Jiang smiled and shook Houttuynia cordata in his hand: "Of course, watch me make it for you."

"Then what is this white thing?"

"It's called garlic. It's used in stir-frying. It can also be made into pickled garlic, or eaten raw, but it's very spicy when eaten raw, and it will leave a taste in your mouth." Wen Jiang said with a smirk: "If anyone messes with you, you can eat it raw." You can eat a big mouthful of garlic and talk to him with your mouth wide open, and I’m sure he’ll be too scared to mess with you again.”

"So powerful? It won't be poisonous."

"Of course it's not poisonous."

Wen Jiang went to the kitchen with garlic and Houttuynia cordata, looked at the two chickens and rabbits, Wen Jiang went to the backyard to pick a handful of leeks, thought for a while and called Yu Tong: "Brother!"

"Eh why?"

"Can you go to the house next door and exchange some eggs?"

"Okay." Yu Tong said, turned around and went out.

Wen Jiang picked the leeks and cut them into small pieces, put them in a bowl, found the oil jar, opened it, and sighed, he was using meat oil, which was extracted from pork, and he had eaten it for a long time at home when he was a child. For a while, this stir-fried vegetable dish was quite delicious, but later they said that it could not be eaten for a long time, and it would be three-high. Wen Jiang stared at the small jar of white meat oil, and an idea came to him.

He brought another pheasant and took out all the internal organs, leaving the heart and gizzards and so on to eat.

It was the same as coming back from there, holding three eggs in his hand, Wen Jiang turned to look at him: "What can I get in exchange?" The closest family next door to them is a widowed old man—Grandma Wen. It is also a relative who has turned around a few turns. Speaking of it, Wen Jiang has to call her Second Wife Wen, but he has no plans to contact people in the village yet. Second Wife Wen brings a little grandson Wen Xiaoman. Got tuberculosis and died, leaving behind a widow with a son Wen Dazhuang, who worked hard to bring up his son, but his son was always bullied by other children in the village because there was only one widowed mother in the family, and his personality was boring. It's a pity that the son had a lot of thoughts, and he didn't get married when he was in his 30s. The second wife Wen couldn't help it. She took out her savings for many years and asked a matchmaker. Wen Dazhuang has a gloomy temper, and has been looked down upon for many years. He married such a physically handicapped woman, and his heart is even more oppressed. However, her wife is also a poor person. She had a difficult labor when she gave birth to Xiaoman. He claimed to be going to the town to find a job, and he never came back. Later, some villagers said that he had seen him in the town, saying that he was beaten to death due to gambling debts, but no government came. Said that he abducted someone's young daughter-in-law and ran away, but the family did not come to look for him. That's it, the grandson is ten years old, and he still has no news.

The second lady Wen relied on doing some show work, planting a la carte to bring her grandson to grow up, and her life was very difficult.

Yu Tong scratched the back of his head: "I said I would exchange a chicken with my second wife, but she refused to accept it after a long time of evasion. She just said that it would be good to come back to our backyard and pick some leeks."

Looking at the three eggs, Wen Jiang softened his heart: "It's not easy for the second wife, alas, in the future, let's help if we can."

"Naturally, that's what my dad always told me. Xiaoqi, what do you eat?"

"I'll make a meal for you today. If you still have the strength, can you go to the bamboo forest over there and chop some bamboo?"

"Okay." Yu Tong said and was about to take it out. He was a strong man, and he couldn't sit still. If Xiao Qi asked him to just stand here and watch him work, he couldn't stay still.

After Yitong left, Wen Jiang began to wash his hands and cook.

Wash the Houttuynia cordata, take a few cloves of garlic and put it aside. Unfortunately, Wenjiang didn’t find soy sauce, but luckily he found vinegar. He didn’t know if soy sauce hadn’t been made yet or it looked like it was in ancient times. It is firmly in the hands of certain families or technicians, and is passed down from generation to generation.

Although he has a general understanding of this time and space, many details are not comprehensive enough. If there is a chance, he still has to go outside the village to take a look.

It seems that today's dinner can only be done first.

When Yu Tong returned from carrying the bamboo on the mountain, he walked into the yard and smelled the tempting aroma coming from the kitchen, which made his throat roll. Before he saw the food, the smell had already made him His mouth was full of water. When he entered the room, he first saw the empty bowls and chopsticks on the table, and a plate of green vegetable, which Wen Jiang mentioned was called Houttuynia cordata. It was dotted with some white particles. He looked down and looked at it. It took a while to realize that it was the garlic that Wen Jiang had dug up before.

When he walked into the kitchen, he saw Wen Jiang standing in front of the cauldron with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sweating and waving a spatula: "Xiao Qi, what are you making that smells so good?"

"Oh, scrambled eggs with leeks, did the bamboo come back?"

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I'll tell you after dinner."

Wen Jiang was busy cooking and didn't have time to talk to Yu Tong. The main reason was that he wasted too much time just lighting the stove, which made him feel ashamed. Dude, he just felt that his whole body was not good.

Seeing that he was busy, Yu Tong didn't dare to disturb him anymore, turned around and filled up the half tank of water.

Wen Jiang brought the leek eggs to the table, and went back to tossing the chicken.

When he was cooking just now, he realized that he didn't have many ingredients for stewed chicken soup, so he had to push back the idea of ​​stewing chicken soup for Yu Jianye. Right now, the dinner in front of him is more important.

Many spices are not available at home, and the piles of recipes in his mind are temporarily unusable. The only thing he can cook is probably the 'beggar chicken' that often appears on TV. He went straight to the backyard and dug a hole. Wrap the gutted chicken with yellow mud and firewood and roast it in the fire.

When everything was done, he called Yu Tong, who had nothing to do in the yard outside to chop firewood, to call in.

Yu Tong was stunned when he walked into the house. There were only three men in the family. He and Yu Jianye also cooked a few dishes, but most of them were roasted with wild animals brought back and mixed with a cold dish. At other times, most of them are stewed, but the craftsmanship of the two is not good, and the stewed food is sticky, but every household in this place eats it that way, and there are some who do it well. The taste is decent, and the meat oil is used all year round It doesn't take a few times, Wen Jiang stopped in the stove today, and when he came out again, Yu Tong felt as if he had gone to a restaurant in the town, and he felt that the gluttons in his heart had been hooked. The feeling of being hard to swallow when you think about eating in the past.

Wen Jiang came out from the kitchen and saw him standing there staring at the table in a daze, and said in a daze, "Brother, what are you doing? Sit down."

"Oh, oh, right now." Yu Tong hurriedly sat down in front of the table, looking at Wen Jiang with disbelief and a hint of excitement on his face: "Xiaoqi, you are really amazing, just ask me about this, I will leave Don’t move on, this is no worse than the restaurant in the town.”

"Have you eaten there?" Wen Jiang filled him with a large bowl of rice and handed it over.

Yu Tong widened his eyes and said weakly, "Ah, Xiao Qi, um, how do you eat rice?" Then he thought that only round-grained rice can go with such a table of good dishes.

"Rice is just for eating." Wen Jiang filled another bowl for himself: "Don't worry, our family will be able to eat japonica rice every meal in the future."

"Hey, I believe in Xiaoqi." Yu Tong suddenly lowered his head to dig a big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "By the way, Dad——"

"Uncle may not be able to eat for the time being, can I go to town tomorrow brother?"

"Ah?" Yu Tong paused, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, let's take a look around, I want to make some soup for my uncle tomorrow, and there are some ingredients missing at home."

"Oh oh oh, okay, then I'll ask Uncle Chen later. He has a donkey cart at home and he often goes to the town. People in the village will go to him when they have something to do."

"Do you want money?"

"If you meet them on the way, sometimes Uncle Chen will give you a hand by the way. If you look for them on purpose, it's usually worth two pennies."

Wen Jiang made a rough calculation in his mind. According to what he knew before, this time and space is similar to the early Han Dynasty. Now the tax ratio is [-] and [-], which is [-]/[-] of the tax. If the family has a hundred mu of land If people have sufficient labor force, they can barely fill their stomachs if they are busy all year round. However, the common people have always relied on mountains to eat mountains and rivers to eat water. Qingxi Village does not have much land. The year is good and the weather is good, and it is quite blessed by God, because it is not bad, at least it has not been so bad that it has not been able to sell children and daughters, but it is only enough to have a meal. The situation can also be seen.Yu’s family doesn’t have much land, and most of their income comes from Jianye and Yu Tong’s hunting money, but there are too many restrictions on this matter. There are only a few fixed months each year to save a little more. With no food in store, the three big men could only tighten their belts and grit their teeth to bear it. In addition, now that Yu Jianye hurt his eyes, the life was even more tense.

"Then you wait and tell Uncle Chen, what time do we start tomorrow?" In fact, if Yu Tong went to the town by himself, he must have walked there on his own feet, let alone him, Wen Jiang always listened to his mother when he was a child. Nag him that when I was young, my family was poor, and occasionally I would walk twenty or thirty miles to go anywhere, unlike Wen Jiang’s generation, who didn’t even bother to squeeze the bus and subway, drove if they had a car, and hired a taxi if they didn’t have a car. Two or three stops would cost half his life, and Wen Jiang didn't deny it. According to his current situation, if he were to go to the town, his leg would be broken before he arrived. Go to Dr. Zou to be with his uncle.

"Yin time, it dawns early in July," Yu Tong said.

"Okay, I see." Wen Jiang put down the bowl and chopsticks when he was full.

Yu Tong stared at the remaining half of the leek eggs and half of the chicken on the plate: "Xiaoqi, don't you want to eat?"

"Well, I'm full." Wen Jiang smiled: "I haven't recovered from lying down for two days. I can't eat too much. You can eat all of it."

Yu Tong only felt warm in his heart: "En!"

However, Wen Jiang's next sentence immediately made his heart feel cold: "Brother, how much money does our family have?"

In an instant, Yu Tong felt that the excitement aroused by the food disappeared all of a sudden.