What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

The farming came to an end, and there was no need for him to guard the field. For the next two days, Jing Mo stayed at home, eating enough, sleeping and waking up every day, living a carefree and comfortable life.

Since Zhou Jing was still chopping firewood for him, he witnessed with his own eyes that he lived in the door of the door.

Zhou Jing felt that if the days of eating, sleeping and waking up to eat really fell on him, he would definitely not enjoy it like Brother Jing did.

He was used to suffering, and he felt uneasy when he stopped.

Speaking of Zhou Jing, chopping firewood is done every day, but he will go to the fields in the morning and evening, and if the tomato seedlings are dry, he will also water them, so the firewood that Jingmo brought back in three days is in his hands. In the hands of veterans, it took four days to finish.

Zhou Jing worked neatly, and he also set up the chopped firewood shelf by shelf, and piled them up in the corner to dry.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, around the time of You, Zhou Jing, who had finished building the firewood shelf, told Jing Mo, who was standing with his hips akimbo under the eaves: "It was rainy in the first half of the year, and you can put it in the utility room when you see that it is almost sun-dried. "

Jing Mo narrowed his eyes and hummed.

The sun is strong, and it can be harvested after a few days of drying.

After Zhou Jing set it up, he found a bamboo broom, swept up the pieces of wood flying all over the ground, put them in a bamboo dustpan with handles, and put them aside to dry the water first.

The children helped clean up before going to fetch water and wash their hands.

Jing Mo went back to the room, brought the purse, and counted forty copper plates, which were scattered and hard to get. He took out the rope from the bag, stringed the forty copper plates together, and took out the last pastry from the space ring , carry it and go out.

In the past few days when he is idle, he eats it when he has nothing to do, and there is only so much left by accident.

Seeing him coming out, Zhou Jing planned to say hello and go home, but Jing Mo called him back.

"This is your wages." Standing under the eaves, Jing Mo handed the money and pastries to Zhou Jing who was in the yard: "I don't know how much a day is for chopping firewood, but it is calculated according to the price of farming. Four days, a total of Forty Wen, the monthly money will be paid to you next month, and take this bag of snacks back for your mother and younger sister to eat."

"Brother Jing..."

"For your family." Jing Mo blocked his mouth in advance.

"No, I want to say, eight cents a day for chopping firewood, you pay too much."

"..." The company dies or something, and it becomes numb after a lot of experience: "You did a good job, more rewards."

"..." Isn't it enough to have hands for chopping firewood?

But Zhou Jing didn't dare to say that his elder brother Jing was good at everything, but he was not very good at work. Brother Jing wanted to save face. If he said it, the other party would definitely feel ashamed.

He had sworn to respect and love Brother Jing, so he couldn't let Brother Jing lose face.

So he took the money and snacks with both hands, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you, Brother Jing."

Jing Mo, who lost face in front of his younger brother, slapped his swollen face to support the fat man, and insisted on showing off: "Well, let's go back."

"Then I'm going back."

Jing Mo hummed.

Zhou Jing went out with his things.

After he left, Jing Mo also prepared to cook. Zhou Jing ate here at noon in the past few days. Both of them are men, and the child is in the stage of growing up and has a big appetite.

A few days ago, Jing Mo went to the town to buy the eight catties of fat meat, and he ate too much.

He looked at his inventory, the internal organs were almost boiled, the pork belly, trotters, and pig bones hadn't been moved, and there was some pork left. If he didn't go out, he could still make ends meet for a few more days.

The past few days have been pork. Jingmo wants to change the taste tonight. There are five or six eggs left at home, so he can chop some meat stuffing to make egg dumplings.

It will be more fragrant if you add shallots for the stuffing. Fortunately, there is a small handful of shallots sent by Nanxing at home. Jingmo peels them clean, cuts the pork, and starts chopping the stuffing.

Add sweet potato powder, salt and pepper to the chopped stuffing, mix well and put it aside before cooking.

After washing the rice and putting it in the pot, Jing Mo went to wash the cabbage after the rice was cooked.

After finishing everything, I just brushed the pan, beat the eggs into a bowl and beat them well, ready to make egg dumplings.

The most important thing in making egg dumplings is the egg skin. The frying pan must be an easy tool to use, but there is only one frying pan in Jingmo's house, so the first few egg skins are either thick or mushy.

After five consecutive failures, Jingmo managed to control the heat, dosage and time.

The egg dumpling is not big, two bites can make one, six eggs, about [-] eggs come out after frying.

Except for the first few that are not so beautiful, the others are browned on both sides and look good.

After they were all fried, Jing Mo added a bowl of water and put it on a low heat to cook slowly for a while.

It didn't take long for the fragrance to seep out along the smoke.

It was the middle of the unitary hour, the sun was hanging on the side of the mountain, and it was about to set. In the kitchen, there was only light from the windows and the door, but it was not bright, so Jing Mo went to light the candles.

The egg dumplings in the pot had been boiled for more than half a quarter of an hour, and Jing Mo didn't get out of the pot until they were fully cooked.

The rice is ready, just stir-fry a small cabbage and it will start.

Add a fire to the pot, heat the oil and put minced garlic. After the aroma comes out, put down the cut cabbage and stir-fry.

The cabbage is tender, and it can be out of the pan after a few stir-fries.

After placing the plate, Jing Mo poured half a scoop of water into the pot to cool down.

Put the cabbage on the table, find a big bowl, fill half of the egg dumplings, and send it to Nan Xing.

In the past few days, Jingmo would send some of all the delicious food. It was strange to say that Nan Xing didn't talk about it anymore, but every time he took it, he always returned something.

Sometimes it's a handful of green onions, sometimes it's a basket of vegetables, and even sweet potatoes from Nan Xing at home.

When Jing Mo went out with the bowl in his hand, there was only a glimmer of light left in the sky, and the corners were covered in blackness, and most of the people who worked in the fields had returned home.

After going out, the air is mixed, and the smell of fireworks is mixed with the smell of rice, which is the most vivid representative of this era.

When Jing Mo arrived at Nan Xing's house, Nan Xing had just returned, the straw hat hadn't been taken off yet, and the trousers were wet.

The courtyard door was not closed, Jing Mo came straight in, saw Nan Xing was still dressed in the same clothes when he went to the ground in the dim light, and asked, "You just came back?"

"En." Nan Xing replied, hanging the straw hat on the wall.

Today, there is rush work in the field, and the whole family is working non-stop. Even Nan Xing, who is used to farm work, finds it too much.

He didn't rush to clean it, but rolled up the bamboo chair with his feet, and sat down to rest first.

Jing Mo put the egg dumplings in the kitchen, where Uncle Wu was frying capers.

Jing Mo sneezed, choked by the strong sour smell.

When Uncle Wu heard the sound, he turned around and said, "The homemade ones are quite sour."

Jing Mo put the bowl on the table and saw two big bowls of gruel on the table.

Stir-fried sour beans and minced garlic can be eaten. Uncle Wu served it in a sea bowl with a gap, and poured half a ladle of water from the water tank on the side into the pot.

He raised his voice and shouted: "Xing Xing, it's time to eat."

"Okay." Nan Xing outside the house responded.

With just such a word, Jing Mo heard the exhaustion he had never heard before.

Speaking of which, Nan Xing has been working in the field for more than ten consecutive days, and he leaves early and returns late every day. Unlike him, he can sneak in and sleep late, and even take a rest. If you say the day before, Jingmo didn't notice it , because Nan Xing in his impression has always been a capable image.

But just tonight, just now, he suddenly discovered that Nan Xing was no different from him.

The only difference is that he has choices.

At this moment, Jing Mo couldn't understand better, he understood the emotion that overflowed from the bottom of his heart, it was distressing.

Jing Mo walked out of the kitchen without saying a word, filled the basin that Nan Xing washed with well water, and brought a towel to Nan Xing.

"!!!" Nan Xing was startled, and the two scripts could avoid it: "What are you doing?"

"Wash your hands and eat." Jing Mo said with a straight face.

"I can do it myself." Nan Xing didn't understand him.

Looking at him, Jing Mo knew that he wanted to sit for a while longer. Although he really wanted to wash Nan Xing's hands and face now, Nan Xing would definitely sprinkle a basin of water on his face, so he had no choice but to give up and said in a low voice: "I I made egg dumplings, try it."

Listening to his tone, Nan Xing always felt that there was something else mixed in. The magnetic voice was soft, as if he was coaxing people.

Nan Xing raised his head and glanced at the man beside him. In the past few days, the other party would bring over bowls of cooked meat and soup at dinner time. For some reason, Nan Xing did not refuse, but the other party seemed to stop there, and never Other actions, until tonight, even brought water to wash him.

Does he know what this means?

But it was precisely this kind of behavior and tone, like a good medicine, that relieved some of Nan Xing's fatigue.

He bent down and stirred the towel to wipe his face.

Seeing that he hadn't come for a long time, Fifth Uncle wanted to take a look, but as soon as he came out, he saw this scene and immediately retreated silently.

After Nan Xing finished washing, he wanted to pour the water out, but Jing Mo took a step ahead of him and took the basin: "Go and eat, and go to bed early after eating."

He went back to the well, poured out the water, fetched fresh water, and washed the towels.

"..." Seeing that he did it so naturally, Nan Xing also let him go.

After he stepped into the kitchen, the fifth uncle was already eating porridge.

Seeing him come in, he said, "It's time to eat."

After Nan Xing sat down, Jing Mo walked to the door of the kitchen, saw that both his grandpa and grandson were eating, and said, "You eat, I'm going back."

Nan Xing turned around and asked, "Don't you eat here?"

"No, I cooked."

"Okay." Nan Xing knew that this person was used to eating white rice, so he might not like porridge much.

"I'll take the door, you'll remember to lock it later," Jing Mo said.

Nan Xing hummed.

Jing Mo just left.

After he left, the grandfather and grandson stretched their chopsticks into the bowl he brought over.

Fifth Uncle picked up a piece and asked, "What is this?"

"Egg dumplings." Nan Xing picked up a piece, took a bite, and immediately his mouth was filled with delicious fragrance.

Uncle Fifth also ate it, feeling a little regretful: "If I had known he made this, I would have cooked it."

It's so fragrant, it's a good meal.

"When the work in the field is over, I'll ask him how to do it. It's not a problem to ask him to deliver it all the time." Fortunately, in the front and back rooms, no one saw Jingmo deliver the food, otherwise the village would have spread the word.

Speaking of the field: "Is it possible to finish planting tomorrow?"

"En." Nan Xing took a sip of porridge.

"I'm almost done with the bamboo weaving. I'll send it to others after you rest."

"it is good."

The grandfather and grandson finished their discussion and devoted themselves to dinner.

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I promised that there will be double updates after Wutong finishes uploading the clip, so I will post another chapter at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

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