I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

"Fried... pancakes?"

Ji Mingwu chewed these two words suspiciously, and the image of noodle pancakes fried in hot oil until golden on both sides appeared in front of his eyes.

Yan Moji could see at a glance that Ji Mingwu had misunderstood pancakes, and he didn't explain it. He winked at Ji Mingwu and said, "It's definitely not what you think, brother Wu. I'll make a copy for you and you'll know."

In fact, Yan Moji was really familiar with the matter of spreading pancakes in modern times.This town seems to have never heard of pancakes, and the novelty has already won. With his craftsmanship, there are a hundred ideas to make it delicious.

It's just that pancakes generally need a special pan. Although there is no one at home now, Yan Moji noticed in the morning that although there is not much food in the house, there are still several large pots - one of which is a flat iron pot , can also be barely used.

Yan Moji hadn't used a frying pan before, so he was a bit confused, so he had to bite the bullet and try it first.

Mix the batter with the top, cook it for a while, set up the pan, start the fire again, heat the iron pan, put a spoonful of batter on the pan, take the wooden board found in the kitchen and spread the batter quickly, a small spoonful of batter will soon It spread evenly on the bottom of the hot pot, and it turned brown after a while, and the rich aroma of cooked wheat spread out.

Then Yan Moji took a shovel and started to shovel up the overcooked pancakes from the edge, but the wooden shovel is not as good as a modern special tool after all, it is very inconvenient to shovel, Yan Moji was in a hurry, and he messed up the first pancake It was broken into several pieces, and the last piece that was shoveled up had become a little charred.

He also wanted to take the opportunity to make pancakes without glutinous rice...

This seems to be a handy tool!

Yan Moji smiled dryly and put a few slices of pancakes on the plate, and served them to Ji Mingwu who had been sitting at the dining table silently watching him: "Brother Wu, try it, is it delicious?"

Ji Mingwu took the plate, and looked at the so-called "pancake" on the plate that was as thin as parchment and exuding a strong burnt aroma. A small piece was put into the mouth.

The freshly made pancakes are fragrant and crispy, and after being crushed in the mouth, they have a strong aroma of wheat. Although there is no other oily and salty taste, they are really good.

Yan Moji saw that Ji Mingwu had eaten, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

"It's not bad." Ji Mingwu thought for a while, but he didn't show any appreciation, but just reminded him lightly, "It's just a little tasteless, I'm afraid it can only be used as a staple food and eaten with side dishes."

"Hey, don't worry about that!" Yan Mo gestured happily, and said proudly, "It's just the first step to cook the pancakes. Whether it's pancakes or pancakes, you'll add ingredients later!"

Then he took advantage of the opportunity to sit down, took a piece of pancake and bit into it himself, and looked at Ji Mingwu expectantly: "Brother Wu, what do you think of selling this?"

Ji Mingwu hesitated for a while, touched the crutch beside him lightly, and then replied: "I don't know anything about business. If you really want to sell this, then it's okay to try."

Yan Moji waited for this sentence. Hearing this, he was overjoyed. After eating the pancakes in his hand in two or three bites, his smile became a little obsequious and a little embarrassed: "That... Brother Wu, if you want to sell this, you might have to sell it for a while. I need your help."

Ji Mingwu didn't expect to hear the word "help" from his daughter-in-law who didn't know how to write politely, and he couldn't help being startled again: "What?"

Yan Moji didn't bother to deliberately imitate the words and deeds of the original body - like the original body, he felt blushed when he looked at the memory, and he couldn't learn it if he pressed his head and asked him to imitate. The people here don't really know him well for drinking and gambling.

It is estimated that the people who are really familiar with the original body are the adoptive parents, Qiao's family.

That family is not a good guy from memory, otherwise they wouldn't have raised the original body with such a bad character, and also made the original body addicted to gambling.

He patted off the crumbs of pancakes between his fingers, grasped Ji Mingwu's left hand on the table, and tried to make himself smile sincerely: "I'm going to buy pancakes in the morning, so I need a stove that can be dragged out, and There are some tools...oh yes, there are also ingredients such as noodles, vegetables, eggs...so that..."

——Mom, brother Wu's hand is well-defined, slender and strong, it feels really comfortable to the touch...

Ji Mingwu met his eyes for a moment, fell silent, and then sighed slightly after a while, stretched his right hand into the skirt of his clothes, and said in a tone of "it's true", "how much more?"

Yan Moji was trying his best to restrain his urge to wipe oil back and forth on that perfect left hand, he was startled when he heard Ji Mingwu's words, and immediately realized:

Brother Wu, do you suspect that he used this excuse to swindle money before gambling?

No way!He clearly showed such sincerity!

What kind of impression did the original body leave on Brother Wu?

In addition, brother Wu, are you really paying for it like this?This is too used to it!

Yan Moji let go of his hand dumbfounded, waved it, and quickly explained: "I don't want money... Uh well, I do need money, but I really intend to sell pancakes, not to gamble!"

Ji Mingwu paused his hands, and looked at him with eyes as dark as moyu, without any emotion in them.

Yan Moji thought for a while, cleared his throat, and said another way: "Brother Wu, the main reason I want to ask you for help is actually to ask you to help me carve some wooden tools—you saw it too, I made pancakes just now It is very inconvenient to have no tools at hand, you can carve wood, can you help me make two? The shape is like this..."

He found a piece of charcoal and made a simple drawing on the ground.

Ji Mingwu was really taken aback this time, and slightly frowned his pretty sword eyebrows, and looked at the very sincere looking male wife in front of him with some doubts.

——Could it be possible that this person has really changed his temper, instead of changing the way he spends money to gamble, but because he really has the idea of ​​going out to do something?

Seeing that Ji Mingwu still seemed a little hesitant, Yan Moji added: "Also, I saw that there were quite a few stoves that could be towed by a trailer at the breakfast stand outside this morning. Does Brother Wu know where I can buy this kind of stove?"

Ji Mingwu stared at Yan Moji without blinking for a long time, until the smile on Yan Moji's face could hardly be piled up, so he took out the money bag in his arms and poured out a small piece of broken silver After coming out, he said slowly, "There seems to be such a stove at the Old Xu Burning Mason in the north of the town."

"Okay! I'll ask!" Yan Moji knew that Ji Mingwu already believed that he had really reformed himself. After receiving the broken silver, he could not help but squeeze his left thumb happily, and stood up, "Wu Brother, rest first!"

After going out, I inquired all the way, and soon arrived in Zhenbei.

It's also a coincidence that the old Xu Burning Mason happened to have a ready-made stove. It seems that some stall ordered it here, and later replaced it with a bigger one. This one was already fired and left.

So Yan Moji happily paid the money, compared his thin arms and legs, and hired a porter with self-knowledge, borrowed the trailer of the mason, and dragged the heavy-looking stove back home.

After entering the door, he asked the porter to temporarily put the stove in the open space to the south. Yan Moji wandered around, but did not see Ji Mingwu's shadow. He was wondering where his brother Wu went, and saw the man Ji Mingwu came out in the morning. The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and Ji Mingwu limped out.

Still wearing sawdust and shavings on his body, Ji Mingwu still had the same indifferent expression on his face, with a cane under his right arm, and two wooden tools that looked like they were newly made in his left hand.

Yan Moji took a closer look, and it turned out to be the two pancake spread tools he described to Ji Mingwu before going out.

a bent piece of wood with a handle for spreading the batter;

A flat bamboo knife used to lift pancakes.

Brother Wu got it done so quickly?As expected of a professional carpenter!

Yan Moji happily stepped forward, took the two small and exquisite tools, waved them lightly a few times, and couldn't put them down: "Thank you Brother Wu! Look, I bought the stove too!"

Ji Mingwu glanced at the stove placed in the open space in the south, nodded, and said calmly: "The noodles, eggs, and vegetables you want are all in the kitchen. Dad will pull the trailer over after a while."

Huh?

Are the ingredients ready?

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, and ran to the kitchen to take a look, and sure enough, he saw a neat pile of vegetables on the ground, including leeks, celery, beans, etc., and a large piece was still soaked in clean water in the basin of the stove. White tofu, and a basket full of eggs in the hanging basket on the windowsill.

Yan Moji scratched his ears in surprise: It took only three or four hours for him to go out and buy a stove, but his brother Wu bought the raw materials so quickly, and even carved the tools he needed?

Is this too efficient?

He still has money?

—Is there still someone helping?

Thinking of this, Yan Moji realized that unlike himself who was lonely, Ji Mingwu had parents here, and although they didn't live in the same courtyard, they were not far away.

The old couple of the Ji family seem to go to the next few villages to collect some fresh vegetables every day, and then resell them to the restaurants and restaurants in the town, earning such a hard-earned money.

It seems that these vegetables were brought by the old couple of Ji's family?

Yan Moji thought about it in his mind, and found that there were basically no pictures of the two old people in the original body's memory.

——But this is also normal, the original body has been married for a month, either complaining about himself or gambling and drinking, even his brother Wu didn't pay much attention...

Secretly thanking the two elders who could be regarded as his "father-in-law and mother-in-law", Yan Moji ran out to thank Ji Mingwu again.

Ji Mingwu showed no expression, he nodded lightly and went back to the room that should be his carpentry workshop.

Yan Moji happily went to the kitchen and began to prepare the fillings for the pancakes sold tomorrow.

A single pancake is definitely not sold, and it has to be made into a delicious pancake to ensure both attractiveness and good taste.

Whether this pancake tastes good or not depends mainly on the level of filling.

Although Yan Moji didn't often make fried pancakes in his previous life, his innate photographic memory for food allowed him to memorize a lot of filling methods with different flavors in his head, some of which were even delicious!

Although the raw materials and condiments are different from modern times, we can still prepare several different fillings for customers to choose from, ensuring that most people's taste needs are met.

Still chopping vegetables in his hands, Yan Moji had already imagined that he would become a millionaire by making pancakes, marry the beauty of his brother Wu, and walk to the pinnacle of life.

It was late at night, and the ingredients for the stall tomorrow morning were almost ready, so Yan Moji yawned, turned off the oil lamp, and went back to his room, not caring whether the wood was hard, and fell asleep on his head.