I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Yan Moji kept the matter of the rusty leaves in mind for the time being.

I took Zhao Wajiang to the shop, and told Zhao Wajiang how he wanted to transform the shop. Zhao Wajiang looked inside and out a few times, and estimated an approximate completion time:

"Xiao Langjun, the things you think of are quite delicate... I will bring the boys at home to make them together, and it will take five days to make them."

five days...

Yan Moji frowned and thought for a while, thinking that he could do a lot in the past few days, so he nodded: "Then trouble Uncle Zhao."

Half of the wages were paid first, and the remaining half was paid after the completion of the work. Zhao Wajiang started working vigorously after receiving the money.

Yan Moji looked at the sky and it seemed that it was getting late, so he was going to go home first.

I've been running around this afternoon, and I haven't prepared the raw materials for the stall tonight, and I'm afraid it's too late to prepare now.

Let's not go out of the stall tonight.Yan Moji thought for a while, and went to the butcher shop by detour, bought some fresh pork and pork bones, and planned to take them back to make a big meal for Ji Mingwu.

For more than a month, his brother Wu has been dragging a trailer to pick him up and drop him off twice a day, and he can't be shaken. Yan Moji originally planned to cook, but because he was too tired to stand up after leaving the stall in the morning, he didn't stick to it.

I missed the evening stall today, so go back to the long-lost kitchen to cook a meal for Brother Wu!

After washing the pork bones, add a little cinnamon and dried hawthorn and stew in the pot; the fat and thin pork belly slices are almost transparent. The meat slices are fried quickly, and then immediately shoveled out. After the platter, a layer of hot mashed garlic is poured, and the aroma is overflowing.

For the combination of meat and vegetables, Yan Moji also fried a few vegetarian dishes.

When the other meals are almost ready, the pork bone soup is also stewed. It has been exuding a strong bone fragrance since just now. Skim off the foam, add radish cubes and simmer for a while, and serve it on the table. The milky white soup The base is paired with crystal white radish, which makes the little sister Mingwen who is sitting at the table drool.

At the moment of delicious food, Ji Mingwen changed his previous provocation and hostility towards Yan Moji, and a pair of black eyes that were exactly the same as Ji Mingwu stared straight at the bowls and chopsticks in Yan Moji's hands, and kept urging:

"Sister-in-law, can I eat it, can I eat it?"

Yan Moji reacted for a few seconds before realizing that the little girl was calling him "sister-in-law", and he couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded: This little girl is too easy to coax, isn't she?

——Although it's a bit awkward to say that he is a big man called sister-in-law...

Yan Moji put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said seriously: "I'll eat it for you if I call you brother."

"Brother Moji!"

The little girl yelled in a spineless and clear voice.

Yan Moji was so teased that he laughed, and patted the little girl's head: "Okay, wash your hands, and eat after washing your hands."

Mingwen stretched out his hand and shook it, with a helpless expression on his face: "My brother is at home, how dare I go into the kitchen without washing my hands?"

It seems that not only me, but even Brother Wu's family members know about Brother Wu's obsession with washing hands!

Yan Moji sighed with emotion, and brought over the pancakes that had been made before: "Corn flour or millet flour, which one do you eat?"

"Is this pancake?" The little girl looked at it curiously, thought for a while, and said, "Give me half of each, and I'll roll it up and eat together."

The little girl is quite talented!Suddenly I saw how to eat homemade pancakes!

Yan Moji smiled and handed it to her, then looked at Ji Mingwu who had just entered the door: "Brother Wu, come and eat."

In fact, Ji Mingwu had already smelled the smell of pork bone soup in the carpentry room, but he didn't rush over like his younger sister, so when he came over after washing his hands slowly, the big one and the small one in front of him were already ready to eat up.

Ji Mingwu sat down with seemingly calm but quick movements, and the three of them began to eat.

The thin slices of pork belly fried in high-fired oil are crispy and not greasy, and the garlic and sesame oil add a different kind of taste; the milky white pork bone soup is fragrant and delicious, and there is no trace of greasy after adding white radish. Radishes become particularly fragrant after absorbing the bone broth.

Coupled with a few fresh vegetarian dishes, two people, one small and three people clinked their chopsticks against the bowl, without saying a word, they just ate stuffed their heads until their stomachs were round, and then they slumped on the chair and couldn't move.

Ji Mingwu is fine, still looking calm, slowly drinking the clear water in the bowl; while the little girl Mingwen is rubbing her stomach in pain, she looks longingly at the soup pot on the stove:

"There's so much left to drink..."

Yan Moji also felt that he had performed exceptionally well this time. Seeing that the two people in front of him were extremely satisfied with his food, he couldn't help feeling satisfied in his heart, and said with a smile:

"The remaining soup base can be used to cook hand-rolled noodles tomorrow morning. If you still want to eat it, come back tomorrow morning-but we get up very early, you have to get up."

Delicious or lazy, the young Ji Mingwen faced this painful choice prematurely, and his face was wrinkled into a ball.

Seeing that Yan Moji and Ji Mingwen got along well, Ji Mingwu also had a faint smile on his face, and the arc on his face softened a lot, Yan Moji was a little stunned.

After a while, feeling that the food in his stomach had digested a little bit, Yan Moji stood up to wash the dishes.

"Let Mingwen do the dishes, you come with me." Ji Mingwu also stood up, nodded to Yan Moji, and walked out of the kitchen.

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwen, and found that although the little girl was quite reluctant to order her brother around, she still moved her hands obediently, smiled inwardly, and followed Ji Mingwu out without being polite.

Children should be loved as much as they should, but they still have to share some housework.

Yan Moji's family was poor when he was a child, his father was working in other places, and his mother was very busy with several jobs, so he was very sensible and took the initiative to contract the housework at home, hoping that his mother could rest a little longer when she returned home.

Ji Mingwu took Yan Moji to the outside of the carpentry room, opened the door and went in, took two steps, then suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Moji strangely: "Why are you standing there?"

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, and realized belatedly, his surprise was beyond words: "Brother Wu, can I enter?"

Ji Mingwu felt that his son-in-law really couldn't understand at all sometimes, so he couldn't help but look at him inexplicably: "When did I say I can't?"

...It seems that I thought too much before.

Yan Moji, who had always thought that Ji Mingwu had a sense of territoriality towards his carpentry room, coughed awkwardly, and stepped into the carpentry room.

The furnishings in Ji Mingwu's carpentry room are quite simple, a simple wooden bed in the corner, a huge wooden table by the window, other than that there are large and small wood and carpentry tools, and there are large and small wooden tables on the ground. Wood shavings.

It's just that it's a little out of place with this carpentry room. On the corner of the wooden table, there are several large and small exquisite wood carvings. There are people, birds and animals, in different shapes and lifelike. The fine workmanship makes Yan Moji think that he is a What kind of woodcarving art exhibition hall.

What does Brother Wu do with these exquisite wood carvings in the carpentry room... Aren't you afraid of knocking and bumping these wood carvings?

Although Yan Moji didn't have much research on art, these wood carvings were so energetic that even a layman like him would find them precious.

Couldn't Brother Wu see how precious these wood carvings are?

Yan Moji shook his head, turned his eyes from those wood carvings to Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, what did you ask me to do?"

Ji Mingwu walked to the table, sat down, put his crutches aside, picked up a piece of wood the size of a washbasin, and said calmly, "Tell me about the layout of the store and the woodwork you want to make."

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, pulled a bench and sat down, not quite sure what Ji Mingwu was going to do, so he had to talk about the layout and planning of the store according to the scene planned in his mind.

While listening, Ji Mingwu touched a small knife from the side, and quickly carved on the wood in his hand.

Yan Moji didn't pay attention at first, but as he spoke, his eyes gradually shifted from Ji Mingwu's handsome and serious profile to the wood in his hand.

No, it can no longer be called timber.

Among the wooden blocks dug into grooves, the roughly shaped tables, chairs, benches, and counter brackets gradually took shape. The half wall between the kitchen and the hall in Yan Moji’s plan, the wall stove in the back kitchen, and even the windows and door numbers have roughly prototype.

According to Yan Moji's description, Ji Mingwu quickly carved a scale model of a shop!

——Mom, can this be done by humans?

Yan Moji stared dumbfounded at Ji Mingwu's hands flying quickly, a little bit of sawdust was thrown to the ground, and the wooden shop model became more and more detailed and clearer, even the wooden furniture that Yan Moji described to be added , Plaques and price tags are all clear.

"...Brother Wu, you are not a carpenter, but a master woodcarver, right?"

Yan Moji murmured in disbelief, "This world is too unreal."

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, did not answer, but handed the wood carving in his hand to Yan Moji: "See if it roughly looks like this?"

Yan Moji came back to his senses, lowered his head and took a closer look at the model carved out of a single piece of wood, and the shock in his heart increased rather than diminished.

This model is almost identical to the actual store in general!No matter the size, proportion, or layout, it looks like a miniature copy of that store!

The difference is almost all caused by his own failure to make it clear when expressing it verbally.

——Brother Wu is too powerful, isn't he?The original scene can be almost perfectly reproduced based on the description alone, a national treasure-level engraving master?

—How did he manage to turn a solid piece of wood into a model in such a short time?Just use a pocket knife?Doesn't his hand hurt?

Yan Moji looked a little dazed, and subconsciously replied: "It's almost like that."

Ji Mingwu nodded: "Then I will prepare in advance according to this. When the masons finish the work, I will go over and finish the carpentry work."

Yan Moji stared blankly at Ji Mingwu, feeling that he could hardly understand Ji Mingwu's brain circuit.

——Collaborate with you to carve such a detailed model, just to prepare for woodworking in advance?

——Are all the carpenters in your world so presumptuous?

Ji Mingwu didn't explain anything, as if he had only done a trivial thing, he turned his head to the wood carving model and began to prepare for the processing of wood.

Yan Moji left Ji Mingwu's room, his heart was full of confusion, and a thought came to his mind in an instant:

——Is his Brother Wu really just an ordinary lame carpenter?

The author has something to say: **Little Theater**

Yan Moji: Do you find out that my goblin has special skills every day?The last time was super strength, this time it was super good at carving, what will be the next time?

Ji Mingwu: ...

Yan Moji: He must love me so much!

Ji Mingwu: ...