I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

When Yan Moji woke up, he saw unfamiliar wooden beams, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, which almost made him sneeze.

When he sat up enduring the occasional headache, he realized that what he was wearing was no longer a shirt and trousers, but an antique cardigan made of coarse cloth.

The bed he was lying on was not his own Simmons, but a carved wooden couch covered with a cotton mattress.

Yan Moji sat on the couch blankly for a while.

How is this going?

Didn't you die in a plane crash before?

So what's going on here now?

Is it the world after death?Or was he just dreaming before, and actually unknowingly got mixed up in the cast of a costume drama, and was playing a part-timer who couldn't survive one episode?

Suddenly, the headache that had been tearing at his brain suddenly intensified, and some strange memories flooded into his brain.

This is indeed another world, a world very similar to ancient China except that men can marry freely.

In this memory, he is an ancient man also named Yan Moji, who was born in a wealthy family, but was abducted and sold when he was a child, and was bought by an ordinary family surnamed Qiao who could not have a son.The Qiao family were gamblers, greedy for money, and stingy. Because they were greedy for dowry, they married the original body to Ji Mingwu, a lame carpenter in the town, last month.

Because he hated the cripple of the Ji family, he kicked his husband out of the house on the wedding night; later, he felt that he was married as a man, and his life was hopeless. He has a bad habit of gambling online and owes a large amount of gambling debts.

Ji Mingwu and the Ji family couple are honest people, and they even helped Yuanshen repay his gambling debts. Even Ji’s family’s savings were put into it, and it was still a lot worse. Yuanshen, who was burdened with debts, only knew how to drink, and was drunk every day. He went out to drink yesterday He drank too much, and went home dead drunk.

Then the modern Yan Moji came over.

After Yan Moji digested this part of the memory, he squeezed his arm again, and finally confirmed a fact:

He crossed.

Transmigrated to a world where men can marry.

Time travels to a man who is married to a cripple and owes a whole lot of gambling debts.

Yan Moji only knew that there were Qi brothers in ancient China, and it was not the mainstream. He didn't expect to be reborn in a world where men can marry men after death?

Yan Moji struggled to get out of bed, and while rubbing his temples, he walked a few steps in this bedroom, and found that the furniture in the room looked old and shabby, obviously this family was not very rich.

Judging from the "self" in memory who only knows to drink and gamble every day but never earns money to support the family, it is obvious that the "self" has no idea of ​​making money to support the family, and just takes money from home to go out.

Yan Moji smiled wryly. From his memory, this era has no restrictions on men and wives similar to the restrictions on women in ancient China. "I" is a man after all, and I have never thought of being self-reliant... It is really hard for him to accept .

Disgusted, he tugged on the top shirt that smelled of alcohol, Yan Moji searched in the closet in the room, pulled out a few clean looking clothes, and simply changed the top shirt and trousers together down.

After putting on clean clothes, although there was still some alcohol smell on his body and his head throbbed from time to time, Yan Moji still felt a little more relaxed.

Just when he was about to go out, he turned around and saw the dirty clothes thrown on the bed, Yan Moji, who has always been hardworking, grabbed them, and was about to find out where he could do laundry in this house.

To be honest, Yan Moji still feels like he is dreaming. Although he realizes that he has time-traveled, he still has a feeling in his heart that "maybe when he opens the door, a friend will jump out and shout surprise and tell himself that this is a dream." Mischief" hope.

Well, if that's the case, then he'll be hugging his buddy, thanking him for bringing him back from his dream and telling him that the prank was such a success.

Then they have to beat him severely until he is killed.

With the intention of beating the perpetrator, Yan Moji opened the door.

A bright sun shines in.

Yan Moji stretched out his hand to lightly block the sunlight, and stepped out of the room.

This is a courtyard with a large size. Its layout looks like an enlarged version of a courtyard house, but only the north and east sides are built, the south side is empty, and the west side is surrounded by a fence, separating the two sides. A clearing, one that looks like chickens, another that looks like it's growing something.

A very ordinary courtyard with some kindness.

The familiarity from another memory made Yan Moji subconsciously walk to the well on the south side of the yard. Next to the well was a grass shed built from the wall, and there was a huge water tank under the shed.

In my memory, the family usually draws water from this water tank for daily life. Only when the water in the water tank is about to run out will they fetch water from the well and refill the water tank.

Yan Moji himself was born in a rural area, so he felt kind to this way of farm water storage. He picked up the gourd scoop on the wooden lid of the water tank, scooped a scoop of water from the tank, and drank directly into the scoop. A few mouthfuls.

There was a trace of sweet water in the cold, which lifted Yan Moji's spirits, and the throbbing headache seemed to have eased a lot.

After a few wells, Yan Moji finally had a sense of reality. He truly felt that he had indeed traveled to another time and space.

And his appearance reflected in the water tank is not his own face that he has seen for more than 20 years, but the appearance of a handsome boy who is only about seventeen or eighteen.

——I didn't expect to travel for a while, and I was ten years younger. Thinking about it, I still made money?

He put down the water ladle and was just about to find a basin to wash his alcohol-smelling clothes when he saw a door to the north was pushed open with a "squeak".

Yan Moji looked over subconsciously, and saw a tall man with a thick wooden crutch under his right arm coming out of the door, wearing messy and worn-out clothes of the same style as Yan Moji himself, with long black hair. Her hair was simply tied behind her back, and there were still a lot of sawdust on her head and body.

What surprised Yan Moji was that this man was quite handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes, and a straight nose, especially his eyes, which were like a pair of fine black jade, which made people intoxicated.

Perhaps the man heard a sound in the yard, so he went out to have a look. When he saw Yan Moji in the yard, his expression darkened immediately, and a trace of indifference flashed in his jade-like eyes: "Are you awake? There is no food left for you at home." , I want to eat and do it myself.”

After saying that, he limped back into the room, and slammed the wooden door shut.

Listening to the man's deep and magnetic voice, Yan Moji felt that his legs were going to go limp.

The handsome cripple just now, presumably is the original name of his husband Lang Ji Mingwu, right?

The original body was supposed to be a straight man, and he only repelled and hated husbands of the same gender; but Yan Moji, who has transmigrated now, is a 24K pure gay guy, the kind who has never had a chance to fall in love in his previous life. Seeing Ji Mingwu, he immediately felt elated .

——After time travel, you even give a handsome husband to you, so happy?It's a huge hit!

——Suddenly felt that it was not unacceptable to come to another world!

YY belongs to YY, Yan Moji also knows that now, his nominal husband, probably only has disgust for him, and maybe he is already thinking about when to directly hit his face with a letter of divorce.

It can be heard from his cold words just now.

——Of course, anyone who marries a wife who drinks, gambles, owes debts and doesn't work, probably won't have a good face.

But what Ji Mingwu said just now reminded Yan Moji, he felt something was wrong just now... It turned out that he was hungry!

Touching his flat stomach, Yan Moji walked towards the east kitchen according to another memory.

When the plane crashed, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect to be able to live again... Although I came to another strange world, it was better than being completely dead.

From the memory of the original body, "Yan Moji" hardly does any housework at home, and just opens his mouth to wait for food when he returns home after spending time outside every day.When Ji Mingwu married him, even though he became indifferent to him because of his character, he didn't make things difficult for him. Because of his lack of work, he can be called a good husband who touched China.

Although the original body was treated like a servant when he was in Qiao's house, he had never entered the kitchen. Because of the residual memories of a wealthy family in his childhood, and the arrogance of "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", he came to Ji After home, I never go into the kitchen.

What Ji Mingwu said coldly just now meant that Yan Moji was starving himself.

Yan Moji is full of sympathy for Ji Mingwu, his husband, but now his priority is to fill his stomach. Unlike the original body, he is very good at cooking, opened a popular snack shop, and even broadcast live broadcasts Cooking food was considered a little famous back then.

And he also has a specialty - as long as it is related to food, he has a vivid memory for all kinds of recipes, cooking videos, and the preferences and tastes of customers who come to buy food, and he can think of them at any time.

This is also the greatest reliance on his so-called "Various Skills".

In the kitchen, Yan Moji returned to the small mountain village of his childhood in a trance, with the familiar yellow clay stove, earth-burning earthenware pot, and straw firewood, and a warm feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

When I was a child, the kitchen was like this at home. My mother squatted under the low stove to light a fire, and cooked a simple and delicious dinner for myself when I came home from school.

Yan Moji took a deep breath, stepped forward and opened a few urns beside the stove to have a look, and found that this home was really... simple.

There is only a little thick rice and thick noodles in the rice urn and noodle urn, a few handfuls of dried vegetables hanging from the window, a few handfuls of shallots in the corner, and the daily oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and nothing else.

Not even eggs.

Yan Moji closed the rice urn dumbfounded - this family is too poor, looking at such a big small courtyard, he thought at least there would be some vegetables to eat.

However, this did not bother Yan Moji.

He found the basin, poured some flour, added some water, and started kneading the dough.

After rubbing his face vigorously, Yan Moji's forehead was already covered with sweat.He smiled wryly. If this was his former self, rubbing his face would not be painful or itchy at all. He didn't expect this body to be so weak, and it must have been hollowed out by alcohol...

After kneading the noodles, Yan Moji propped up the panel, rolled the noodles into thin skins, then cut them into thin strips with a knife, chopped a little green onion, took the handful of dried vegetables from the window sill, broke off a few roots and soaked them in water to make get ready.

After that, it was time to light the fire. Yan Moji searched around the stove, but only found a fire sickle.

Come to think of it, there are no matches in this world yet!

Fortunately, Yan Moji had seen fire scythes used in the countryside when he was a child, studied them and finally started a fire.

Put the pot on and boil the water. After the water boils, put the noodles you just cut into it, cook for a while, put the soaked dried vegetables into the pot, add a little cold water, cover the pot and cook for a while, etc. Boil the water again, add salt and chopped green onion, then serve in a bowl.

A simple bowl of hand-rolled noodles is ready.

In fact, he wanted to make pancakes just now... It's faster to make. The freshly spread pancakes are wrapped with shallots and dipped in sauce, which is the favorite taste of every person from Shandong.

It's a pity that there is no griddle specially used to spread pancakes...

After working for a long time, Yan Moji was already so hungry that he brought the bowl to the small table next to him, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

At this moment, the wooden door of the kitchen was pushed open with a "squeak", and a figure limped in, facing the scene of Yan Moji picking up a chopstick of noodles and preparing to put them into his mouth.

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