Bianshanhan [farming]

At the post station hundreds of miles away from Yuanbei City, Jiang Liping and others stopped moving forward. They built roads during the day and rested here at night.

Jiang Cong took Li Qingwen, Li Qingfeng and others followed Li Maoxian to the south.

After all, they couldn't send Li Maoxian into Yuanbei City. After seeing the city wall from a distance, they stopped their horses.

What should be said has been said several times on the road. After everyone parted, Li Qingwen and the others watched the carriage approach the tall and solemn city gate. When they could no longer see it, they immediately turned their horses and headed back.

They couldn't leave for too long, so they drove on a starry night, and arrived at this inn a few days later, where they met with Jiang Liping and others.

Seeing that there were quite a few of them alone, the four officers and soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew that they would not run away, they were the ones who brought them out.

At this time, the saplings were all planted, and the people were sent back. The group of people walked back immediately without any delay.

In addition to giving away, they also gained something else from this trip.There was a post station that raised chickens and ducks. They exchanged pheasants and rabbits for eggs and duck eggs, and they planned to take them back and hatch them. They kept them at the door, and they could catch two whenever they wanted to eat.

These eggs and duck eggs were extremely precious at this time, and they were tied up one by one with hay, and then placed in the grass nest on the car, for fear of being smashed or crushed on the road.

Seeing these eggs, Li Qingfeng couldn't help thinking of the sheep with cubs in the camp. Thinking about it carefully, raising chickens is much better than raising sheep. Chickens grow up and lay eggs in a few months, and the eggs laid can hatch chicks. Chicks grow too...

Being able to eat both eggs and chickens is much more promising than sheep that only give birth a few times a year.

Therefore, on the way back, Li Qingfeng treated these eggs and duck eggs more carefully than others.

When they came, the car was loaded with saplings and dry food. When they returned, there were no saplings and most of the dry food was gone. The car was light and walked faster.

Hunt along the way while on the road, and stew meat for dinner when you stop. The more you go, the more fur on the car.

Watching them throw their furs on the car at will, the corners of the mouths of several officers and soldiers twitched, and they turned their heads away in disgust.

These skins are worth a lot of money if they are cleaned up properly, they are really a waste of things like this.

But there is no other way, it is important to hurry, how can we not stop to collect things and pick up this thing.

When walking back, the weather became hot. Even sitting on a horse or in a car for half a day, you would sweat a lot on your body. The insects on the paper in the wilderness became louder and louder. Fortunately, they brought Zhou Yao to arrange it. The medicine, or have to suffer a lot.

Li Qingwen had lost a lot of weight when he was farming, but when he walked back, he was dizzy from the sun. He was afraid of getting hot, so he didn't dare to ride a horse, so he lay on the cart with a small tent tied up with coarse cloth to keep out the shade.

After being drowsy for a few days, every time Li Qingwen opened his eyes, he would see Jiang Cong's worried eyes. He thought that he would practice boxing and kicking after he went back. He hoped that one day, like his little fourth brother, he would not be afraid of the vicious sun, Not afraid of the biting cold winter.

As soon as Li Qingwen lay down, everyone's meals were obviously different, but it was not unbearable to think that they would be able to return to the camp in a few days.

After seeing off Li Maoxian and Li Qinghong, there were more than 20 people on the way back, with weapons, bows and arrows in hand, and there was not much worry on the way.

They walked quickly and did not encounter any trouble on the road. Even the rain fell at night, and it was light rain that did not delay the journey. Therefore, they returned to the camp half a month earlier than the estimated time.

When they came back, Zhou Yao was always worried that there was still more meat than enough to eat.

She can be said to be both happy and a little bit regretful. The happy thing is that she no longer has to count and eat from today onwards. The regretful thing is that she endured it for nothing a few days ago, and she should have eaten it all if she knew it earlier.

Seeing that Li Qingwen was a little listless, Zhou Yao quickly felt his pulse. She didn't give him any medicine, but took out an ox horn and scraped several places on his body. Li Qingwen soon felt much lighter.

Drink some water, eat some food, my head is no longer dizzy, and my legs are no longer weak.

Li Qingwen was just right, Zhou Yao thought it was not a disease at all, it was just a temporary discomfort, but seeing Jiang Cong's face, she took back the words to ask Li Qingwen to stew the meat.

On the contrary, Li Qingwen felt that he had been lying down for too long and needed to move around more.

Tianli Jiangcong would not let him go, so he could only walk around the door and the shed next to the house.

It is the hottest time in the border town at this time, and the wind blows non-stop in spring, autumn and winter, but it is disturbingly quiet at this time.

Sleeping in the room at night is already crowded and stuffy. If the stove is burned again, there will be pancakes on the kang.

Therefore, when the weather is hot, everyone starts a fire outside, and the shed built next to the house is also afraid that the rain will wet the simple pots and stoves built below.

Jiang Liping and the others went to the field to weed, and Li Qingwen asked someone from the kitchen to help hatch the eggs and duck eggs.

Knowing that these eggs were brought back from a post station thousands of miles away, the cook immediately became careful with the hands holding the eggs.

Li Qingwen still had to cook, but he only grabbed rice and washed it while Zhou Yao watched the fire.

Li Qingfeng just came back, grabbed Ma Yongjiang and taught him to swim in the river, and he learned it after a long time of splashing. The two of them came back from catching many fish in the rice field, and Li Qingwen sat on the bench by the door to clean up these large and small fish.

The small ones are twisted off the head and marinated, the fried ones can be eaten as snacks, and the large ones can be stewed.

Li Qingwen sat under the eaves, and as the sun moved, the place where he sat was slowly exposed to the sun.

When Jiang Cong came back from the field, he saw Li Qingwen sweating on the tip of his nose, and walked up to block the sun.

The two of them had been together for a long time, and Li Qingwen was naturally familiar with Jiang Cong's temperament. Although he didn't say anything, he knew that Jiang Cong was a little angry, so he got up and flattered him, "Brother, you're back, do you want some water?"

"I'm not thirsty." Jiang Cong's gaze shifted from his wet nose to his smelly hands, "You should drink more water."

As he said that, he went to the side and brought the dried water to Li Qingwen's mouth. Li Qingwen drank a little of it and signaled him with his eyes that he was really full.

Jiang Cong raised his head to drink up the remaining water in the bowl, put down the bowl, moved Li Qingwen's bench to a cool place next to him, and let him sit down.

He squatted in front of the basin and cleaned up the fish with three strokes.

Without Li Qingwen's hands, Jiang Cong washed the fish twice, and then they both washed their hands in the same basin.

Clean water can't wash away the fishy smell, even if the hands are clean, there is still a smell.

Seeing Li Qingwen frowning with his fingers, Jiang Cong went into the room to take out the leftover tea water from yesterday, poured the tea water into his hands, and scrubbed it carefully.

Li Qingwen knew that tea can remove the fishy smell, so he obediently stretched out his hand for Jiang Cong to handle. At first he thought it was nothing, but when he saw Zhou Yao smiling across the way, he said, "Brother, I'll do it myself."

"My hands also smell fishy," Jiang Cong said.

Li Qingwen was immediately relieved, that's right, his brother washed his hands, and his own hands were also deodorized by the way, killing two birds with one stone.

If one person works hard, two people benefit, so why both of them have to expend this effort.

After washing, Li Qingwen picked up Jiang Cong's hand and put it in front of his nose to smell it, um, the smell was gone.

Smelling his own again, he couldn't help but bend his eyes, his brother washed it really clean.

Because Jiang Cong was too strict, after Li Qingwen came back, the big guys still had sorghum rice and pickles every day, and some people cooked dishes, but everyone had eaten better tastes, and the ones that they thought were good before were a bit unpalatable.

Old Xingtou ate a few meals of rabbit stewed in salt water, couldn't bear it, and asked Li Qingwen quietly, "Did you get seriously injured on the road?"

Li Qingwen knew what he wanted to ask and shook his head helplessly.

Li Maoxian and Zhou Yao's action of preventing insects in advance really has a great effect. When other exiles are suffering terribly for the mosquitoes in the border town, Li Qingwen and the others just need to endure the sweltering heat.

Li Qingwen was lying on the sorghum kang mat. Jiang Cong was two fists away from him. He was always hot all year round. Winter was a good thing, but summer was a torment for Li Qingwen.

Of course, no matter how far apart they were at night, when they woke up the next day, they were stuck together again.

In the morning, Li Qingwen got up, wiped the sweat from him and Jiang Cong, and lamented that habit is a terrible thing.

After two days of porridge, Li Qingwen wanted to eat meat himself, and Jiang Cong finally stopped holding him back.

Without further ado, Zhou Yao went to the kitchen to borrow the big iron pot. She took the pheasant that Li Qingfeng had brought back and cut it open. According to Li Qingwen's instructions, she shaved off the flesh of the biggest pheasant, leaving only a bone.

Li Qingwen put aside the onions, ginger, garlic and coriander he had picked, and cooked the chicken bones in an iron pot half filled with water. After cooking for an hour, Zhou Yao's chickens had already been packed, and Li Qingwen went on Add onion, ginger, garlic, sugar and salt to the pot.

Cook for two sticks of incense, remove the seasoning, and the rest of the soup is old chicken bone soup.

Throw the prepared pheasant into the old soup and cook it over a slow fire. The aroma will become stronger and stronger, but it will take more than an hour to be ready, so we can only wait.

When eating lunch, the chicken in the pot was still not ready, everyone's eyes could not help but drift towards the pot, and the pickled fish in their mouths seemed to have lost their taste.

At noon, the sun was shining, Li Qingwen took a nap for a while, and when he woke up, everyone in the room had already gone to the ground.

As soon as he walked outside, he saw Zhou Yao was gnawing chicken bones in a bowl, and when he walked closer, the smell in the bowl was exactly the same as the aroma wafting in the pot.

"Are you up? It's about time, I was still thinking, if I don't wake up, I will call you." Zhou Yao said while eating, "I'll taste it, it's good, it's not in vain to wait so long."

Li Qingwen was stunned, "It's just boiled, it hasn't been smoked yet, why did you eat it?"

Of course Zhou Yao couldn't say that she couldn't help it, she just said: "Didn't you say to taste the saltiness before leaving the pot, I was afraid that just one sip of the soup would not be accurate enough, so I took half a chicken."

Li Qingwen: "..." If you taste it this way, you might eat all the dishes before they come out of the pan.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the chicken was boiled, but the shreds were still attached, so I took it out.

The old soup in the pot can't be poured, it has many uses, so Li Qingwen scooped it into the small pot next to it.

While the chicken just out of the pan is still hot, put the cover curtain with several holes in the pot, brush a layer of oil on the outside of the pheasant, put it on the cover curtain, and turn on the fire.

It should have been brushed with sesame oil, so that the smoked taste is more authentic, but there is no such thing in the kitchen, so I can only use the usual cooking oil instead, otherwise the smoked chicken will turn black.

Open the lid of the pot, after the bottom of the pot is hot, pour the syrup into the bottom of the pot through the hole, then tighten the lid, and burn for a while.

After the syrup is burned, the sweetness is sticky at first, and then it brings a little burnt aroma. At this time, the smoked chicken is almost enough.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the first thing you could smell was the smell of caramel, and then you could see that the color of the chicken changed from slightly white to a light reddish brown in a short period of time, as if it had been covered with honey.