What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

The fact that Jing Mo found ginseng can be hidden from outsiders, but not from his own people.

When Jing Mo gave the bride price, the elders who got together praised him again and again. Obviously, through his operation, everyone in the family really recognized him.

Two days later, on the morning of July [-]th, Jingmo, who was watching the time was about the same, went to the field with a bamboo basket after having breakfast.

He went back to the field this time to get some corn and potatoes, and the sales plan had to start.

Although the things he planted were only two acres, they couldn't afford high yields. If he didn't find a good buyer in advance, the crops would inevitably rot in the ground.

Although he has a ring, this will not happen, but so many things disappear at once, it is not easy to hide.

The main reason is that the wedding date is approaching, so he can settle the matter as soon as possible so that he can get married with peace of mind.

When they arrived in the field, the green, red and red tomatoes that had been helped by Zhou Jing hung all over the branches, and the fruits were gratifying.

Jing Mo picked a fist-sized tomato, washed it with the water in the ditch, and took a bite. The juice was plump and the taste was sweet, very good.

Tomatoes are ripe, and scrambled eggs and ketchup aren't far behind.

After eating the tomatoes, Jing Mo went to look at the potatoes again. He picked out a more mature one and pulled it out, but saw a dozen or so golden and plump potatoes hanging under the potato plant, weighing about seven or eight catties.

For ordinary potatoes, if you want to have a high yield, it depends on the soil and the amount of fertilizer, but the improved seeds are different.

This is also the first time that Jingmo has had such close contact with these seeds. Usually, they are only responsible for ripening them, and they don't care about picking them.

That's why Jingmo knew that he was so productive.

Looking at it this way, the three ridges of potatoes must have a yield of thousands of catties.

This is a good thing. He is short of money now, so naturally the higher the yield, the better. Thinking of his plan, Jing Mo was afraid that it would not be enough, so he pulled out another tree, then shook the soil clean, and buried the fallen soil back.

Put the potato plants together on the ridge of the field to break the corn.

The corn is still almost fully ripe, but the corn at this time is fresh and tender, and it tastes good when roasted.

Jing Mo wandered around the field and broke off seven or eight corns whose whiskers had turned black.

This state can be picked.

The corn is also good, a single one weighs one catty, and the corn of eighty percent of the land will have a yield of a thousand catties in the future.

Jingmo is very happy to say that the first time farming has achieved such results. This is also thanks to Zhou Jing's careful care. When he goes back, he will tell Xing Xing and raise his wages.

After finishing the work, Jing Mo put the corn into the bamboo basket, picked another twenty or so bright red tomatoes, and then went back with the potato plants.

People in the village have seen the things he planted in the field for more than a month, and they are familiar with them. Seeing that he picked so many, some people asked, "Is this ripe?"

Jing Mo stopped in his tracks: "Pick some cooked ones and go back to try the taste."

The man asked again: "How do I eat this?"

Jing Mo smiled and said, "I don't know, I have to go back and try."

The man believed it. After all, it belonged to a barbarian. It's normal for Jing Mo not to understand it.

I met a lot of villagers along the way and asked these questions, and Jingmodu just put it off like this.

Back at Nan Xing's house, Jing Mo entered the courtyard and called out, "Xing Xing."

Nan Xing, who heard the sound, came out of the house and saw him putting things by the well.

"Picked so much?" The basket was so full that it was almost overflowing.

Jing Mo hummed: "Give me the key to the pigsty."

"what happened?"

"I'll catch a chicken and cook potatoes for you."

Nan Xing shook his head helplessly, the male pheasant could not escape the fate of being eaten.

I went to get the key and gave it to Jing Mo.

Jing Mo ordered: "You go to build a fire and boil water, and kill the chicken later. By the way, I will call the village chief to come over for dinner and tell him if I have something to say."

"Okay." He asked Jing Mo again: "Do these need to be dealt with first?"

"Just wash the tomatoes and potatoes and leave them alone." After speaking, Jing Mo went out again.

He went to the village chief's house first.

The village chief happened to be away, only his wife was there.

It was difficult for Jing Mo to go in, so he said to her at the door: "Auntie, you and the village head will go to Xing Xing's for lunch at noon, I have something to discuss with him."

"I just heard that you went to the field to pick tomatoes?"

The kung fu that is so good has been passed on here, and the speed is quite fast.

This village really can't hide any secrets, but Jing Mo doesn't want to hide it, he said with a smile: "Yes, so I asked you to go there and try something new."

"Okay, I'll tell Ah Peng when he comes back."

Jing Mo nodded, and then went to the pigsty to catch chickens.

The male pheasants have been raised for two months and have gained a lot of weight. They were only four or five catties before, but now they weigh more than seven catties.

This is also the food of the Jingmo family.

To be honest, after raising it for so long, Jing Mo was a bit reluctant to kill him if he really wanted to kill him.

He held the rooster's wings with one hand, restraining its movements, and touched its comb with the other hand: "In the next life, you will be reborn as Chang Dian Xin, so don't be a beast."

If the rooster could talk, he would definitely spit on him and scold him, are you polite?

After comforting the pheasant, Jing Mo took it and locked the door and went home.

Back home, Nan Xing had already washed the potatoes and tomatoes.

"What about the other things?" Seeing him coming back, Nan Xing asked.

Jing Mo said: "Leave it alone, it will be useful tomorrow."

Nan Xing stopped asking.

Jing Mo said again: "Take out the knife and the bowl."

Nan Xing knew that he was going to kill the chicken and drain the blood, so he went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and sprinkled some salt into the bowl, so that the coagulated chicken blood would be more tender.

Jing Mo plucked the hair from the neck of the pheasant, and when Nan Xing came out with a knife and a bowl, he cut the throat cleanly and let the blood out.

To say that he has done a lot of cutting strange beasts, and he can easily deal with a chicken.

Putting the dying pheasant aside, went to wash his hands, drank two cups of tea to quench his thirst, and then put the boiling water that was already hot and now boiled in a wooden basin, and removed the feathers from the chicken.

At noon, he plans to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed chicken with potatoes, and corn soup.

There were no pig bones at home, so Jingmo separated the chicken bones and put the chicken bones in the soup.

Peeled three pieces of corn, chopped them into pieces and boiled them together, Jing Mo washed his hands, took a washed tomato and went to find Nan Xing.

Nan Xing had just cleaned up the chicken feathers that had fallen from the yard, and was washing his hands when a big, red tomato fell in front of him.

"What are you doing?" He glanced at Jingmo and asked.

Jing Mo moved forward again: "Try."

Seeing the bright red and fragrant tomatoes, Nan Xing hesitated, took it with his hands after a while, put them in his mouth tentatively and took a bite, and his eyes lit up.

Jing Mo, who looked at his expression, asked proudly, "How is it?"

Nan Xingkuang nodded and took another bite, his expression already answered everything.

Jing Mo said with a smile: "You can eat more if you like, tomatoes nourish people."

Nan Xing, who does not support others, doesn’t understand. He only knows that he likes the taste. Since Jing Mo said that he can eat more, he should eat more. I ate it.

Those who like the taste of tomatoes will like it very much, Jing Mo understands it.

Looking at his fiancé with an expression of enjoyment, Jing Mo's heart was also satisfied: "Chop the vegetables for me after eating."

Only then did Nan Xing respond: "Okay."

Seeing his fiancé who was so focused on the tomatoes, Jing Mo kissed his face, and flashed into the kitchen with a smile before he was about to hit someone.

.......

At noon, with the help of Nan Xing, three dishes and one soup were served.

Jing Mo used a large basin to fill out the chicken bone and corn soup and brought it outside.

Five adults, the kitchen is hot and narrow, so we moved the eating place under the jujube tree.

The village head's wife looked at the finished products with attractive aromas and said, "Is this how they are made?"

Jing Mo first gave them soup to taste: "There are many ways, this is just one of them, you guys try this corn."

The four of them followed what he said and ate the corn first.

Although corn is a soup, it loses most of its sweetness, but it still has a taste.

Crisp and crisp, bite it down, and the corn will jump into your mouth.

The eyes of several people brightened, and the village chief said, "Yes."

"You guys try something else."

At this time, a few people just want to taste delicious food, and there is no concept of talking about one bite of food and several bites of rice.

The first is scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sour and sweet, it goes well with rice, and then there is stewed chicken with potatoes, the potatoes are soft and absorb the aroma of chicken, it is simply first-rate.

After finishing the soup in a hurry, several people went to pack the rice.

I don't have the mind to chat anymore.

After the meal, the village chief touched his belly and asked Jingmo, "What do you want from me?"

Jing Mo brewed tea and poured a cup for him and Uncle Wu each: "Should I hand over the things I planted to the government?"

"No, your two acres of land belong to Juren, and he doesn't have to pay taxes. Just give him the rent and the two loads of grain you promised him."

Then the problem is easy to solve: "If I hand over these three things to the county magistrate, do you think it is feasible?"

"You want to hand it over to the government?"

He just asked for money: "These three things are easy to grow and have high yields. I believe the county magistrate will be happy to accept them."

The village chief sat up straight: "If it is really handed over to the county magistrate, it will indeed be a great achievement."

"I've discussed with Xing Xing. At present, the ones that grow in the field will be harvested when the time comes. Some of them will be kept as seeds, some will be eaten by myself, and the rest will be sold. As for the partner, I have also chosen it. Sanshizhai, I will You can also teach Nanying how to cook these dishes."

The village head nodded: "It is possible."

"Then we'll go to the county magistrate tomorrow?"

"I have to ask the mayor for help. If I bypass him and go directly to the county magistrate, I'm afraid I'll be punished."

Jing Mo, who had a little bit of eyesight, said: "Don't worry, I'm ready for his share."

"Okay, let's go to the mayor tomorrow morning." The village chief said: "As for Ah Ying, we have to discuss it with him earlier. I see the production in your field. I don't know if you can eat it or not. .”

"Let him choose, don't worry."

This is indeed a new thing, a lot of people want to try it.

After a meeting, the village chief and his wife went back after discussing the matter.

Uncle Wu also went back to his room to rest. Jing Mo took the teapot and cups into the kitchen to wash them, and went to find Nan Xing in Nan Xing's room.

"Star."

Nan Xing, who was tidying up the room, hummed.

"Xiao Jing took good care of the two acres of land. I want to give him some more wages." He has raised Zhou Jing's wages twice, once by one hundred and once by two hundred.

But for the current results, two hundred a month is indeed a bit of a treat for him.

"Okay, how much do you plan to raise?"

"What do you think?"

"If you need his help in the later stage of picking, just ask for an extra one hundred, which counts as three hundred cash a month."

"it is good."

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