The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

In the next two days, it seemed that Jiang Ziyan was afraid that Jiang Ziyan would faint again due to the combination of hunger and cold. The boy always came back early when he went hunting.

It's just that on the third day, it was already afternoon and he still hadn't come back.

Jiang Ziyan was really hungry. Last night, he only drank a bowl of wild vegetable soup that couldn't be clearer. He didn't eat enough for the first two days. But this morning, the boy left early, and he didn't eat.In the past few days, he really couldn't hold it anymore.

Because the boy said before that if he wants to find something to eat, he can go to the kitchen, and he has rested for a few days now, and he can get out of bed, so he lifted the quilt, propped himself up, and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat .

The kitchen was really shabby, without even a decent stove, but the boy kept it very clean.

He opened the rice pot next to it, and it had already bottomed out. It must have been used to cook rice soup for him last night.He looked around and found some flour in a small pot next to it, but it wasn't fine flour, it was coarse grains, but it was better than nothing.

His cooking has always been good, remembering that every time the boy brought him rice, it was either hard pancakes or watery soup with no taste. I think the boy is still a half-grown child, so he probably doesn't know how to cook.

He picked up the gourd ladle next to him, scooped some water from the water tank on the side, washed his hands, and started kneading the dough.When he was at home in his previous life, as long as he came home on vacation, he would be in charge of the house. His grandma was getting old, and he was afraid that she would accidentally hurt him.Also because of this, his culinary skills are superb.

He reconciled the noodles, and remembered that he saw a small piece of mint by the well in the yard just now, so he grabbed a few mint leaves and crushed them into it. He wanted to add some salt, but found that there was only coarse salt in the jar, but now he extracted fine salt. It was too late for the salt, so I could only scrape a small bit off the large piece of coarse salt and put it in, thinking that I would look through the book to find the method of refining fine salt when I was free during the day.

He searched around the kitchen and only found a piece of animal fat the size of a palm, which may be lard. After melting it on a fire, he divided the dough into a small dough, and then rolled the small dough into a small soft dough. Round cakes, spread oil on the palm, and put them on the pot after the wall is heated.

Although he didn't have many noodles, there was less flour for making sesame seed cakes. A small lump of dough can make one sesame seed cake. After a while, more than a dozen sesame seed cakes were ready, and the whole yard was filled with the smell of sesame seed cakes.When the boy comes back, he won't have to eat hard pancakes.

When Jiang Ziyan got up in the morning, he took a look in the yard. There were three rooms in the yard, one was where he lived, the other was where the boy lived yesterday, and the third was the kitchen.From his observations, the boy should have no parents, and there is no one else in the yard, so the boy lives alone by hunting in the mountains.

Moreover, seeing that he was not very old, but he always went to the mountains to do dangerous things, Jiang Ziyan felt a little distressed, so he made food in the hope that he could eat more when he came back.

After the biscuits were ready, he cooked porridge with the remaining noodles. After packing up, he turned around to see if the boy was coming back soon, but he saw a thin and thin boy at the door of the kitchen.

The little boy looked about four or five years old. His eyes were round and round, which may be due to long-term nutritional deficiencies. His eye sockets were sunken, and his face was so thin that it was not as big as a palm. At this moment, he was staring at Jiang Ziyan, to be exact He was staring at the biscuits in his hand.

Jiang Ziyan was stunned for a moment, he didn't know which doll it was, he looked like he had been hungry for a long time, he stopped after walking a few steps, fearing to scare him, he knelt down and said, "Little one, how did you get in here?" ?”

The strange thing is that this little guy didn't make a sound, and seemed a little scared of him, lying on the door frame with only one head exposed, and kept staring at the biscuits in his hand.

Jiang Ziyan knew that the smell of sesame seed cakes probably attracted him, so he hesitated.The food here is precious, and the other party is just a strange child. Reason tells him that he should not be overwhelmed with sympathy, and should save some food for the teenager.

But looking at the little one's pure eyes, it was really uncomfortable, so he tore a small half of the biscuit and handed it over, "Here, take it and eat it, I won't have any more, this is not my home, I can't eat it." Take other people’s things to help you, and go home to find your parents after you take them! I will buy you food when my brother earns a lot of money in the future.”

The little one tentatively stretched out his hand, took the biscuit while Jiang Ziyan was not paying attention, and started to eat it.

With food, the little guy's vigilance has also been lowered a lot. Jiang Ziyan approached him and tentatively touched the soft hair on his head, and he acquiesced.

The little one is quite well-behaved, although I don't know whose family it is, but it looks cute, but such a small child is so thin.

Jiang Ziyan was a little puzzled. He went out of the kitchen door and looked towards the courtyard door. The courtyard door was closed well, and the doors here were all made of wood. It took a lot of effort to open and close. How did such a young child come in? ?

If the adults in their family deliberately sent him in to steal food, the kitchen is so close to the courtyard door, and Jiang Ziyan has seen this door in the morning, because it has been a long time, the door creaks a lot when it is opened, and he has been in the kitchen , You should be able to hear the movement.

So this child is the boy's family?

The more Jiang Ziyan thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and he asked softly, "Little one, are your parents there?"

The little guy ate happily, but didn't answer his question.

Jiang Ziyan thought he didn't want to talk, so he changed the question: "Then do you live here?"

The little boy was able to order food, and Jiang Zichang was good-looking, and he spoke softly to him, so his vigilance was lowered a lot, and he nodded while eating.

The young man was kind to him in saving his life. Since it is his family, he must take good care of it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziyan saw him devouring his food, and said softly, "Eat slowly, what's more, come in, I'll serve you some porridge, can you drink slowly?" Jiang Ziyan was quite patient with children.

After finishing speaking, before the little boy came in, he turned around and took out a bowl of porridge. The little boy looked very happy, but he still didn't say a word, but he made a babbling sound when he was happy.

Jiang Ziyan suddenly realized that this little guy might have a throat problem and couldn't speak.

At this moment, a few stones suddenly fell from the wall of the yard, almost hitting the little one, Jiang Ziyan hurriedly carried him back to the house, and said: "You wait here obediently, brother, go and see what's going on. "

After closing the door, I came out and saw a few [-] or [-]-year-old children sitting on the dirt walls, shouting one after another, and even made up a song, "Little dumb, my father doesn't hurt me, my mother doesn't love me!" , my brother is an ugly monster..."

Jiang Ziyan didn't expect this group of brats to be so naughty. He looked around the yard, picked up a long bamboo stick and walked towards the wall, "Whose children are you all from? If you are so naughty, I will go to you if you dare to talk nonsense." Go talk to your parents!"

The brats were used to being bullied here. The sudden addition of an adult here surprised them for a moment, but they didn't back down. Instead, they threw stones even more vigorously. Jiang Ziyan had no choice but to drive them away one by one with a stick.

After driving the brats away, he hurried to the house to see the little one, who hid in the quilt on the bed in fear, still trembling.

Jiang Ziyan felt very distressed when he saw it. If he was at his age in his world, he should be held in the palm of his hand and taken good care of him. Although he didn't have the love of his parents, his grandmother protected him like an eyeball. Pity this little guy, and he is still being taken care of. People laughed.

He reached out and patted the bulging hillock in the quilt, and said softly: "Little one, don't be afraid, let's come out, okay, my brother has already chased them away, don't be afraid, ah."

After waiting for a while, the person in the quilt still didn't come out. Jiang Ziyan thought he was still crying, and was afraid that he would choke, so he tried to pull the quilt away, but the villain inside didn't cry, but his timid eyes were watery. Looking at him carefully made him feel soft and confused.

The boy got up very early in the morning, and went hunting in the mountains before dawn. He met several prey today, and was busy chasing them, so it was too late.Simply because the harvest was not bad today, he hurried back when he caught the prey.

However, as soon as he came down from the back mountain, he saw a group of brats passing by his house from a distance. His eyes were sharp, but his heart tightened and he quickened his pace.

However, when he got home, he saw his younger brother coaxed by the boy he rescued to eat, with no fear or sadness on his face.

He was stunned.

When Jiang Ziyan saw the young man coming back, he stood up quickly, but the wound was pulled a little too much. He hissed and said, "You are back, I made breakfast, come in and eat."

The young man had a lot of harvest today, he killed two pheasants, two hares, and picked some wild fruits.

The young man patted the little boy's head, looked at the delicious pancakes and porridge on the table, and finally said the first sentence to Jiang Ziyan: "This...you made it?"

Jiang Ziyan rubbed the back of his head, and explained embarrassingly, "Well, the noodles in the kitchen were used by me... and the lard... I also used them...but don't worry, I will borrow these for the time being." Yours, I will return it to you when I earn money in the future."

In fact, this noodle is left over from the pancakes he baked before when he was a teenager. The pancakes he baked were thick and hard, and they tasted far from this pancake.

That piece of lard was a gift from the butcher when he sold wild game to the butcher before, and he put a little of it in every cooking to add some meatiness, and there was just a little left.

These are not important to him, after all, the meals he made with them are far worse than those made by the person who picked them up in front of him.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want in the future, don't worry."

The young man ate five pancakes in one go and drank two bowls of porridge. After eating, he looked at Jiang Ziyan with bright eyes, but said very little: "It's delicious, I'll go wash the dishes."

Then he paused again and said, "Thank you for today."

Jiang Ziyan didn't know how delicious the young man was talking about, because it was far from the food he ate in his previous life. This place had few seasonings and limited ingredients, so it was difficult to make any delicious food.

However, in the eyes of the boy, this is the best meal he has eaten since his aunt passed away, and he has never eaten any biscuits, which taste delicious and seem to be preserved. You can take it to eat in the mountains.

Jiang Ziyan was still injured, and today he pulled the wound again in order to drive away those brats, so he didn't say anything, and let the boy wash the dishes.

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Pre-acquisition of Western Fantasy Infrastructure "Daily Life in Another World"

Copywriting: Jin Yu traveled through time and came to a small, uninhabited house in a barren mountain. No matter how bad the weather outside was and how the wind blew, the small house remained motionless.

On the first day, what looked like a human being with torn clothes and blood was dumped outside his hut.

The next day, a giant red-eyed rabbit that was dying of thirst was dying in front of his door.

On the third day, a skeleton with blue eyes and a broken arm stood in front of him.

On the fourth day,... Forget it, before the fourth day, he should hurry up and run away.

Then he found that he could only move within a radius of two miles.

Jin Yu:? ? ?

He later discovered that every time he saved a person, his range of motion would increase.

Jin Yu: Is this asking me to save lives and heal the wounded? ? ?

Since the fall of the last god in the barren continent of Xiya, various races have fallen into strife. The continent is dilapidated and life is difficult.

There is a place of death on the mainland, Hells Mountain. The mountain is shrouded in black mist all the year round and no living things are seen. This is the last place where the gods fell. It is rumored that no one who stepped into this place has ever come out.

Then one day, a palace appeared on Mount Hells. The trees around the palace were no longer withered, and beautiful and rare elves appeared. People suddenly realized that their gods had returned.

PS: 1. The gods have many unique skills, and their golden fingers are powerful. After reaching a certain stage, they can listen to the voices of believers and rebuild this dilapidated and gloomy world.

2. The theme is western fantasy, and there are many races and occupations involved in the article, such as elves, orcs, undead, dwarves, mages, witches, knights, etc.

3. Mainly career line, less emotional line, strong male lead, cp. tentative