I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

The scholar and He Zhang went to Yuan Qingshan's dormitory together, and as soon as they entered the door, they proudly showed off: "Yuan Qingshan! Look, I can also eat assorted food here..."

Yuan Qingshan, who was cooking soup around the small charcoal stove, looked over with several students around him.

The scholar took a closer look, and there was a small clay pot on the desk that should have been used to scribble his pen and ink. Inside was a clear soup base, exuding a familiar and rich fragrance.

There are a lot of wooden sticks in the clay pot, and there are several familiar snacks beside it.

Of course, the scholar would not admit to this familiar fragrance. Every time he went to the assorted food, he would buy a few sticks and eat them while walking.

——Assorted boiled!

——Yuan Qingshan is gathering people to eat assorted dishes?

The scholar smelled the tempting aroma of assorted cooking, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was angry or greedy.

He Zhang who came in later saw this scene and wanted to laugh again: "Brother Yuan actually ordered so many takeaways, isn't it cheap?"

"Hey, assorted food is open outside the academy anyway, and it doesn't cost much!" Yuan Qingshan stuffed the fish balls in his mouth, looked at the scholar, and smiled hypocritically, "Master Xie Yuan, what did you say just now?" What? I didn't hear you clearly."

The scholar suddenly came back to his senses, looked at him angrily, and said angrily, "My surname is Xie, read xie! xie! Not jie! Are you illiterate!"

——I blame the old man at home, who named him "Yuan", and said that since he is called Jie Yuan, he will definitely pass the exam in the future!

——It made me give these people a reason to laugh at me for nothing!

Yuan Qingshan read the student's angry look, laughed heartily, and winked at He Zhang: "Brother He, take care of your Master Xie Yuan, you are so cruel to us commoner disciples!"

He Zhang patted his friend on the shoulder to comfort him, and watched the low-level quarrel helplessly: "Okay, is it interesting for you two to argue every day?"

"Brother Yuan, don't tease Brother Jie, hurry up and eat." A student next to him who had been staring at the clay pot on the charcoal stove urged, "Is it cooked?"

As soon as food was mentioned, everyone stopped laughing and stared at the jars one after another. Dayouyuan Qingshan had a tendency to go up and grab it as soon as he said it was ready to eat.

Someone even greeted Xie Yuan and He Zhang who were standing at the door: "What are you doing standing there? Come and sit down and eat together! It's rare that Brother Yuan is willing to share the food. If you don't eat, you won't eat!"

Xie Yuan twitched a bit, but still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, and took He Zhang to his seat together.

The assorted boiled soup base can hold all kinds of ingredients, such as eggs, radishes, fish balls, shrimp sticks... Yuan Qingshan ordered a large bucket of semi-finished products, cooked them in the soup base, and can eat them. The entrance is tender and soft, and the soup is even more delicious Fragrant and delicious.

When the ground was full of assorted boiled wooden sticks, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at the pot with some reluctance, and their eyes were full of unsatisfactory thoughts: "Shall we share the soup?"

"Don't worry." Yuan Qingshan waved his hands loudly, smiled mysteriously, and took out another oil-paper bag from behind, "There is still one thing left."

Open the oiled paper bag, and there is a neat circle of white noodles inside.

Some students were disappointed immediately: "It's just noodles, so it's worth such a serious matter?"

Yuan Qingshan squinted at him, and said "Hey": "If you don't like it, don't eat it later."

He put the noodles into the assorted soup base and watched the noodles boil in the pot expectantly.

Xie Yuan and He Zhang looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the extremely delicious "fish noodle" that Qianyuan Qingshan had shown off to them in his hometown... Could it be this?

Xie Yuan licked his lips, his eyes lit up, and he stared closely at the noodles in the pot.

The assorted soup base can magnify the freshness of the ingredients. After the noodles were boiled for a while, the fragrance slowly diffused out. The deliciousness of the fish mixed with the wheaty fragrance of the flour stimulated the sinuses of the students present.

Obviously, I have eaten so many mixed dishes, but now I feel as if I am hungry again.

The classmate who hated noodles at first also stared at the pot, swallowing hard.

After the noodles were cooked, each person shared a small bowl with the soup base, and Yuan Qingshan gave it to him at the end under the anxious eyes of the classmate. Shi Shiran said: "This young master rewards you, eat it."

The classmate didn't care about it at all, and took it with a smile, picked up a chopsticks of noodles and put it into his mouth, while he was so hot that he didn't forget to praise: "It's delicious!"

Someone next to him laughed at him: "Is the food delicious?"

He even stretched out his hand, "Why don't I help you eat it!"

He smiled and protected his bowl: "It's so delicious! You go!"

After a meal, the pots and bowls were cleaned up, and everyone touched their full belly and sighed contentedly.

At this moment, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and an old-fashioned and serious face appeared outside the door: "What are you doing?"

"Master?"

All the students screamed in unison and hurriedly stood up.

——This master is responsible for inspecting the dormitories, and he is the strictest!Being caught by him gathering crowds to steal food...I'm afraid a meal of copying books will be unavoidable again!

The master came in with a serious face, looked around, bent over and picked up a wooden stick from the case, and clearly saw the words "Assorted Foods · Fried Tofu" engraved on the stick, and then looked at the leftovers. Tang's clay pot understood what happened, and looked at Yuan Qingshan with a stern look: "Yuan Qingshan, pack up these belongings and come out with me."

Yuan Qingshan no longer felt complacent when cooking noodles just now, drooped his head, cleaned up the clay pots on the table with a sad face, and followed his master out.

Not long after, he came back empty-handed and dejected, and was greeted with concern from all his classmates: "How is it, Brother Yuan, Master didn't make things difficult for you, did you?"

Yuan Qingshan sat down on the couch, and sighed in pain: "Master punished us for copying the book, and confiscated my charcoal stove, which I specially ordered assorted food!"

"Copying books again!"

"There is no ban, let's buy food from outside and be content!"

Some people also worriedly asked: "The master will not report to the academy and tell people to shut down the assorted food, right? I still want to order some takeaway from the assorted food in the future!"

After hearing the wave of his hand, Xie Yuan said firmly, "Don't worry, it won't happen!"

"Why is Brother Xie so sure?"

"Every time I went to Sui'an Street for Muxiu's assorted food, twice out of three times I would bump into our master." Brother Xie clapped his hands and said with a smile, "The masters' food in the academy is as dull as ours, probably [-]% I'm also greedy for the delicacies of assorted foods. I don't think our master will do such things that hurt others!"

"The master looks so old-fashioned, why would he secretly go to the assorted restaurant to eat?"

"That's not true! Maybe Master confiscated Brother Yuan's charcoal stove, just wanted to cook it himself!"

When Yuan Qingshan heard that they brought up the charcoal stove he had lost again, his heart was pierced, and he waved his hand feebly: "Come on, we've finished eating, everyone is scattered, go back and copy books!"

The other students looked at Yuan Qingshan with some sympathy, and comforted him: "Brother Yuan, don't be sad, we will order a takeaway for you in the future."

...

In the past few days, besides worrying about the branch of Qingzhou Academy, Yan Moji is also working on finding a wife for Ji Mingwen.

Although in this world, because of the existence of martial arts, the concept of "a woman without talent is virtue" is not particularly widespread, but ordinary people seldom worry about girls' knowledge, so at least in Qingzhou City, there is no school dedicated to girls.

Wealthy families usually invite older masters to enlighten their daughters, or fathers and elder brothers personally guide them.

But Yan Moji doesn't want to invite those masters who are full of "whatever you want"-they teach women, almost all of them are teaching "three obediences and four virtues", "female red training"...

Yan Moji didn't want these things to brainwash Ji Mingwen.

On this day, Yan Moji brought some lo-mei to Chen Weng's house as a guest, and casually told Chen Weng his worries.

Chen Weng was cooking a pot of peanuts, let it cool down and was ready to eat, he pondered for a while, and suddenly said: "If the little boss wants to find a wife for my sister-in-law, I have someone here to choose."

"Oh?" Yan Moji unexpectedly had such unexpected gains, and asked in surprise, "Who is it?"

"Little Boss, do you still remember the letter I asked someone to bring to you? I asked her to write that letter." Chen Weng peeled a boiled peanut and said with a smile, "This master is She is a woman with good knowledge, and it is said that even the master of Qingzhou Academy is willing to bow down to her in the game of poetry and books; but because of her daughter's inability to devote herself to official career, she has been writing letters for her and enlightening the daughter of a rich family for a living all these years."

Yan Moji still remembered the letters that Weng Chen sent over and over again at that time, the handwriting was beautiful and full of style, it was impossible for Weng Chen to write it at first glance.At that time, Yan Moji was still guessing who Chen Weng hired to write it for him, but he didn't expect it to be a female wife?

"It's just that this female wife's hobbies are a bit strange." Chen Weng hesitated, put the peanuts in his mouth and chewed, his gray beard moved, and then said frankly, "Although she has read a lot of poetry and books, but Interested in the yin and yang of numerology, but was denounced by the orthodox literati as crooked, so that her reputation is not high, and Yunying is still unmarried and struggling to get by."

This made Yan Moji's eyes brighten: "That's just right!"

Mathematics is naturally the most suitable subject for Ji Mingwen. Although Onmology may sound a little crazy, it shouldn't be a big problem if you ask him when the time comes.

Under Chen Weng's recommendation, Yan Moji met the female wife surnamed Shi.

This female wife seems to be nearly thirty years old, and her temperament is quite gentle. After Yan Moji talked with her, he was a little surprised to find that her thinking is a bit beyond the characteristics of the current era, and her dialectical thinking and logical thinking are very good. It is very suitable for teaching Ji Mingwen.

Moreover, after communicating with Master Shi, Yan Moji realized that his understanding of Yin-Yang studies was somewhat narrow--the Onm-Yang studies in this world are actually a combination of astronomy, geography, mathematics, etc. Some philosophies are extremely useful knowledge, not just divination and fortune-telling as he thought.

So Yan Moji made a decision on the spot, and made an agreement with Master Shi, asking her to teach Ji Mingwen how to read and write sentences, and to coordinate mathematics.

...

Prince Qi's mansion is rich and majestic, with carved beams and painted buildings, and there are groups of servants in the mansion.

His Royal Highness King Qi is the younger brother of the current Holy Majesty. Although he was not born to the old Empress Dowager, his mother and concubine died young and has been raised under the old Empress Dowager's knees. He has been on good terms with the Holy Majesty for many years, and when he became an adult queen, he was assigned to Qingzhou, a prosperous place.

King Qi, who is in his early forties now, is very peaceful when he comes to Qingzhou, he is willing to do good deeds, and rarely interferes in local administration. He has won the unanimous love of Qingzhou city officials and people.

However, at this moment, His Royal Highness King Qi, with a sad expression on his face, stroked the small black jade in his hand with some nostalgia, and after a long silence, he asked: "How is he now?"

The face of the person standing opposite him was hidden in the shadow of the room, and said calmly: "He is naturally doing well now."

"You have already found him?" King Qi put Mo Yu back on the table, his face sank, his eyes sharpened a little, and the aura of a superior person poured out, "If it wasn't for this, would you have never planned to find him?" Tell this king?"

The man on the opposite side seemed unaware of King Qi's sudden change of momentum, and still said in that flat tone: "It doesn't matter if His Highness knows or not?"

"This king can be regarded as his elder, so it's fine if you don't know it. Now that you know it, how can you let him suffer alone!" Qi Wang glanced out of the window with some distaste, frowned, "Assorted food... What a lower-level shop!"

Hearing that King Qi looked down on Shi Jinshi, the man on the opposite side frowned slightly, and his voice was somewhat cold: "Jinxiumen has found his trace now, if His Highness brings him back, can you guarantee to protect him?"

King Qi's expression froze, and his face became slumped.

——Brother Huang's trust and reliance on Jinxiumen became more and more excessive, because of the love he grew up with, there are also many secrets from Jinxiumen in the mansion, and he can only pretend not to know.

The man continued indifferently: "You can't protect him, but I can."

King Qi pursed his lips, unable to speak.

Sometimes, even though he is a high-ranking prince who is restricted by imperial power, it is indeed not as convenient as these free-spirited Jianghu people.

What's more, the person in front of me is probably only inferior to the three great masters in terms of reputation and status in the Jianghu.

After a while, King Qi sighed, a little decadent: "This king has lived in vain for more than forty years, but now he has to rely on a few juniors to turn the situation around."

The man on the other side stopped talking.

Fortunately, King Qi didn't expect him to respond, just sighed, pushed Mo Yu over again, took a finger wrench from his hand and handed it over, and said: "Take good care of him, if you lack money, just report it to the king." .”

The man only took Mo Yu back, and did not accept the finger wrench that King Qi handed over. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "If your Highness has no one you can trust, then don't investigate him with great fanfare."

King Qi saw that he didn't take the finger, and he didn't force it, so he withdrew his hand and nodded silently.

Before the man left, he said one last sentence: "If you have time, Your Highness might as well go to see the assorted food in person."

...

When Yan Moji received the news from those little officials, he was quite surprised.

"Assorted food can recruit people from the Jianghu at will, as long as you don't cover up the Jiangyang thieves?" Yan Moji confirmed with shopkeeper Wu with some doubts, "Is that what you said?"

Shopkeeper Wu was also a little puzzled, and stroked the sparse beard on his chin: "Your Excellency indeed replied like this... Boss Yan, but who is the big man above?"

Yan Moji shook his head and laughed: "If I have friendship with any important person, why would I ask those adults to ask?"

Shopkeeper Wu thought about it too, but couldn't figure out the reason, and in the end he reluctantly attributed it to the delicious food of Shi Jin Shi, and said in relief: "Perhaps some adult visited in private and tasted the delicious food of Shi Jin Shi, so let's make an allowance for us by the way. "

Yan Moji couldn't think of a reason, so he reluctantly accepted the explanation.

Anyway, with the government's endorsement, he can consider contacting the Fengbu sect and recruiting their disciples to be deliverymen!

Yan Moji thought over and over again about communicating with the Fengbu faction, and planned to take Li Si there in person to show his sincerity.

But this decision was unanimously opposed by Li Si and Qian Ping.

"Boss, the location of the Wind Step Sect is relatively remote. We can fly all the way there with ease, and it's inconvenient to take the boss with us." Li Si tried hard to dissuade, "I'll go alone, and I guarantee that I can convince them!"

Qian Ping had already received Li Si's instructions, and knew that his junior uncle wanted them to protect the safety of his master, so he nodded fiercely.

The targets he dealt with before were only those bandits, and they all met an old man Jiang who entered indiscriminately. If it weren't for the little uncle to take action, Qian Ping himself might not be able to guarantee that nothing would happen to his boss.

——Now Jinxiumen has been found, there are many people with higher martial arts than myself and Li Si in Jinxiumen, if the master is captured and threatens the junior uncle, wouldn't they become sinners?

Yan Moji did not expect that both Li Si and Qian Ping would object in unison. He also respected the opinions of professionals in Jianghu affairs. After thinking about it, he let go and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Li Si."

Li Si breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest to reassure: "My boss, don't worry!"

Yan Moji knew that Li Si was always reliable in his work, so he didn't say any more, turned around and searched in his usual "office".

The ink jade that he had been hanging on his chest was gone.

After all, that piece of black jade is the bond that Yuanshen cherishes with his real relatives, so it would be a bit bad to lose it for nothing.It's just that Yan Moji searched around the house and couldn't find where it was lost. He wondered if it was some assorted food, but he couldn't find it here.

Li Si took the bank note and the contract provided by Yan Moji and went out. Yan Moji couldn't find Moyu, so he went out by the way. He was going to go home first and ask how the wife he invited for Ji Mingwen was doing. Just in time, I saw Zhang Sanlang sitting near the millstone in the yard, eating a cake with a small plate, with a look of happiness and pain on his face.

Yan Moji was taken aback by Zhang Sanlang's painful yet happy expression: "Sanlang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Sanlang turned his head and saw Yan Moji, and hurriedly put down the plate: "Master."

Yan Moji walked over and looked at the cream fruit cake in his hand with some doubts: "Isn't this cake delicious?"

Zhang Sanlang blushed and waved his hands: "No, it's just a little too sweet..."

Yan Moji knew that Zhang Sanlang's family preferred salty tastes, so he said with a smile: "If you don't like it, don't eat it, a piece of cake is not worth much."

"This is given to me by my fourth brother. It's not good to waste it." Zhang Sanlang's face seemed to turn redder, and he scratched his head, a trace of sweetness crept up on his handsome face, "Actually, it tastes delicious if you eat too much."

Yan Moji looked at him, feeling a big mouthful of dog food being forced into his mouth, he suddenly laughed out loud, and patted him on the shoulder: "Then you go on, I think Li Si and Qian Ping both like sweets, I don’t know if it’s the characteristic of their sect.”

Zhang Sanlang nodded: "Yes...in the past, the brothers of the fourth brother in the town also seemed to love sweets, and they also liked to be clean. They washed their hands when they had nothing to do..."

"It's a good sign to love cleanliness, my Brother Wu also—" Yan Moji smiled and said halfway, when his voice suddenly paused.

——Love sweets and cleanliness?

I didn't notice anything before. Before Yan Moji realized that his Brother Wu might be hiding something from him, he paid more attention in his daily life. Now he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. After comparing it subconsciously, he found that The temperaments of Ji Mingwu and Li Siqianping overlap somewhat.

——Why does it feel like Brother Wu is like Li Si and his sect?

Usually, he would never have thought of this, but now that he had this idea, Yan Moji couldn't help but carefully diverge, the scenes that happened in the past flashed through his mind, among all the details that he didn't notice at the time, he suddenly felt that his Brother Wu was really Something is very wrong.

The strength exceeds that of ordinary people;

The body balance is excellent, and the inability to move one leg does not seem to affect his daily life at all;

Excellent knife skills;

The body is not invaded by cold and heat, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can even grab hot pot with bare hands;

Like Li Siqianping, he loves to eat sweets and wash his hands...

Yan Moji frowned deeply.

——The appearance of 01:30 may be a coincidence or I thought too much, but now that I think about it, there are so many things wrong when I list them all?

Zhang Sanlang saw that Yan Moji suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and his expression became a little strange, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, subconsciously tugged on his cuffs, and called out: "Boss?"

Yan Moji came back to his senses, met Zhang Sanlang's worried gaze, put away his thoughts for the time being, and smiled: "It's okay, I suddenly remembered something just now, you can eat first, I'm off to work."

Leaving the assorted food backyard, Yan Moji frowned, pinching his fingers subconsciously, his inner thoughts were chaotic.

——Brother Wu is really like what he thinks now, he is from the same class as Li Siqianping, or is everything just a coincidence?

——If Brother Wu is from the rivers and lakes, why does he live in a small town under his name?Judging by the attitudes of Ji's parents, Ji's mother and Ji Mingwen, it doesn't look like they are covering for Ji Mingwu...

——Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Unable to understand, Yan Moji rubbed his chin, planning to go home first to see how Ji Mingwen was studying with his master.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Qian Ping chased him out from behind: "My boss, my boss, wait for me."

Yan Moji stopped in his tracks and looked at him with some doubts: "What's wrong?"

Qian Ping chased after him, and he choked when he heard Yan Moji's question: "Uh..."

——What did he say, could it be that the little master had told them not to let the Dong family go out alone?

In the end, Qian Ping could only hold back one sentence: "Where is the boss going now?"

"I'll go home and read the plaintext."

Qian Ping was stuck for a long time before he managed to come up with a reason: "Boss Ji's family said a few days ago that they wanted to make a wooden shelf for the dessert stand, and I happened to go back with the boss to see if the shelf was ready."

Yan Moji raised his eyebrows, looked at Qian Ping carefully, looked at Qian Ping uneasy, and then smiled and said: "Okay, then let's go back together."

—— These days he gets along with Brother Wu day and night, and he has never seen Brother Wu make a wooden frame.

——Qian Ping is really not good at lying...

Today, the fish killers in hot pot restaurants no longer need to be completely handed over to Ji Mingwu.Although Ji Mingwu said that his efficiency alone is no problem at all, Yan Moji still feels sorry for his brother Wu who has to sit by the water basin all day facing cold fat fish, so he hired two extra killer fish Let Ji Mingwu guide them, and Ji Mingwu can gradually relax. He only needs to come to the hot pot restaurant for half a day every day.

In fact, Yan Moji himself has not grilled fish or cooked pork belly chicken himself now except for teppanyaki. The assistant chef he hired at the beginning gradually became able to do it well, and he also gradually handed over the position of chef. Contribute more energy to consider the next development of Assorted Foods and deal with some external factors.

Only teppanyaki really requires certain skills and experience, and for the time being, Yan Moji and old man Jiang are working together.

When Yan Moji came home, Ji Mingwen was teaching Master Shi in her own room.

Yan Moji knocked on the door, and waited for the person inside to yell "Come in" before pushing the door in. He saw Master Shi standing in front of the desk, frowning, looking down at Ji Mingwen's writing.

Ji Mingwen looked embarrassed, raised his big eyes secretly, took a quick look at his master's expression, then quickly took a quick look at Yan Moji at the door, and finally returned to his hand again.

"Master, how is Mingwen's study status?"

Today is Ji Mingwen's first day studying with Shi Fuzi. Although Yan Moji wanted to eavesdrop on how Qian Ping told Ji Mingwu about the "wooden frame", he still came over to care first.

Mrs. Shi frowned, a little too politely: "I'm sorry to say bluntly, Lingmei's foundation is not solid enough, and I don't know which irresponsible master taught her to read in the past, and she didn't teach her well at all!"

Apparently Master Shi took Yan Moji's responsibility for Ji Mingwen's poor foundation.Yan Moji communicated with Mr. Shi as Ji Mingwen's parent. Hearing this, he was not only not angry, but rather happy.

Master Shi seems to be a responsible master indeed.

As for Ji Mingwen's foundation...

Yan Moji touched his chin, and suddenly noticed something wrong.

Both Ji's father and Ji's mother could not read a single big character, Yan Moji recruited them into the town's assorted food, and they started to participate in the business, only to feel the inconvenience of being illiterate, and took time to find the characters learned by San Lang or Li Si. .

——Who taught this little girl, Ji Mingwen, the characters she knew before?

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwen who was shyly playing with his braid, squatted down and looked up at her: "Mingwen, who taught you how to write before?"

Ji Mingwen hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "I learned from the big brother at the door."

The big brother at the door?

Who?

Yan Moji was stunned, and after careful questioning, he realized that Ji Mingwen had almost been patted by someone's teeth earlier, and was rescued by a kind-hearted big brother who passed by. She got lost several times later, and it was that big brother brought her back.

Later, Ji Mingwen became familiar with that person, so he learned some characters from him.

"After my brother came back, that big brother bid farewell to me and left." Ji Mingwen shook his head with some regret, and sighed a little old-fashioned, "Such kind-hearted people are rare."

Yan Moji couldn't help laughing when he saw Ji Mingwen's serious appearance.

——This little girl is quite good at pretending.

Ji Mingwen's rhetoric was alright to deceive Mrs. Shi, who was not familiar with her, but it was not too bad to deceive Yan Moji.

Yan Moji was sure that the little girl hadn't told the truth - at least not all the truth.

Based on Yan Moji's understanding of her, such a thing as "lost a few times" definitely does not exist. Ji Mingwen is very good at the roads and information in the town. Rather than saying that she is lost, it is better to say that she is pretending to be lost So that the "big brother at the door" can be drawn out.

——Then the question is... who is this kind "big brother" and does it have anything to do with his brother Wu?

Yan Moji touched his chin, but this is not a good place to meditate on this matter. He looked at Master Shi again, and sincerely cupped his hands and said: "The foundation of the plain text is not solid, and we are indeed responsible. Please take care of Master Shi and help teach."

Master Shi turned sideways to half accept the gift, and nodded reservedly: "I will do my best."

Coming out of Ji Mingwen's room, Yan Moji happened to see Qian Ping walking out of the main room empty-handed, followed by Ji Mingwu.

So he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile: "How, brother Wu's airs are ready?"

Qian Ping rubbed the back of his head, and smiled nervously and awkwardly: "Not yet, it seems that I came early."

Yan Moji glanced at him with a half-smile, didn't say anything, nodded and went back to the room first.

——I didn't notice it before, but now that I think about it, he realizes that Li Si and Qian Ping seem to be a little too nervous in front of his brother Wu.

That night, Yan Moji cooked the kitchen with his own hands. In addition to cooking the food, he also fried a few Huanxi lumps.

Huanxituo is the name of the Jingxiang area in the previous life, but it is actually a hollow hemp ball.

Yan Moji steamed the glutinous rice in a pot, mixed it with sugar and other ingredients, and then called to Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, help me get rid of this."

The two have lived together for so long, and Yan Moji would often ask Ji Mingwu for help when cooking. Ji Mingwu has long been used to it, and didn't notice anything wrong. He took the egg beater from Yan Moji's hand, and with a little luck, he started beating quickly.

This egg beater was designed by Yan Moji for the dessert station to beat egg whites, and there are quite a few at Qian Ping's.Yan Moji usually watched Qian Ping beat eggs a lot, but this time it was the first time he watched Ji Mingwu make glutinous rice balls seriously.

He stood aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly recalled Qian Ping's movements when he was beating eggs.

When it comes to food, Yan Moji's memory can almost reach the level of replaying the scenes, and his eyes are fixed on Ji Mingwu's movements. Comparing the movements of the two people, he found that Qian Ping and his brother Wu's arm movements are very similar when they are dismissing. , and even the rhythm of the pause is almost the same!

——The only thing that is different is that his brother Wu's arm swings are more stable, and the time spent in one lap is almost exactly the same. The standard is like an exquisite killing machine.

--Well……

After sending the glutinous rice balls, Yan Moji pulled out a piece of dough from the sticky glutinous rice balls, spread a little oil in the middle, folded it, rolled a circle of sesame seeds, quickly threw it into the oil pan, and pressed the edges with a shovel from time to time. A big air bubble will pop up in the middle of the glutinous rice ball.

After that, use a shovel to adjust the angle, and when the glutinous rice balls are cooked, it is already a round cannabis ball.

Put the Huanxi Tuo with a crispy smell on the colander to control the oil. After eating, when the Huan Xi Tuo had almost cooled down, Yan Moji brought it out, handed it to Ji Mingwu, and said with a smile, "Brother Wu, try it?"

Ji Mingwu washed his hands and came in. He reached out and took a bite. The crispy outside was sweet and soft inside, with the aroma of sesame seeds. The sweet air inside rushed out after one bite. It poured into the sinuses in an instant, and the sweet taste could be felt in the mouth and nose.

Ji Mingwu ate one bite after another, and the expression on his face softened a lot: "Not bad."

Yan Moji lay on the table, looked at Ji Mingwu with his chin propped on one hand, and laughed: "Brother Wu, do you love sweets so much?"

Ji Mingwu categorically denied: "No."

Now Yan Moji doesn't believe it at all, and teases him with a smile: "I don't believe it... Tell me, did you steal the fried dumplings I made during the Chinese New Year? I also wronged Mingwen."

Embarrassment flashed across Ji Mingwu's eyes, and he reached out to pick up a cup of tea and took a sip without saying a word.

Yan Moji himself took a bite of a Huanxi Tuo, and asked casually, "Brother Wu, why do you like sweets so much?"

Ji Mingwu was silent for a while, no longer being stubborn, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "When I started, the tonic that master cooked for us brothers and sisters was very bitter, and people often couldn't bear it. So the master bought a lot of candied fruit and called it Let's drink a sip of medicine and eat a sip of candied fruit."

"It turns out that I have suffered too much." Yan Moji swallowed a mouthful of hemp balls with great interest, "No wonder I had a fever last time, you gave me a mouthful of candied fruit after drinking the medicine."

——Well, tomorrow I will ask Qian Ping why he loves sweets so much, and compare it with Brother Wu's answer.

Mentioning Yan Moji's fever and illness, Ji Mingwu's eyes became more tender, and he said in a low voice, "Be careful in the future."

Yan Moji smiled, took the last bite, patted the crumbs on his hands, and said with bright eyes: "Brother Wu, tell me about your entry? It sounds like you have suffered a lot?"

Looking at Yan Moji's bright eyes that implied anticipation, Ji Mingwu felt his mouth suddenly dry, and subconsciously took another sip from his teacup. After hesitating for a while, he adapted his experience in the Zongmen a little, and simply told him Talked up.

...

Only a few dozen li away from Qingzhou City is the mighty Qinghe River.The Qinghe River originates from the western plateau, flows all the way to Qingzhou, and finally merges into Xiahai. It is an important traffic artery from west to east in the Central Plains.

The name of Qingzhou is derived from this big river that nourishes one side of the land.

It is now May, the river is full of water, and boats on the river come and go frequently. There are also big ships with tall masts and huge sails, and there are also black canoes with single poles crossing the water.

An inconspicuous boat with a canopy came along the water. There were several men with indifferent faces paddling on both sides of the boat. The big man standing at the bow had muscled muscles and his eyes were condensed. He could already see the faint outline of Qingzhou City in the distance.

He entered the canopy of the boat, pulled out a young woman in filthy clothes, and threw it on the bow. He watched the woman back away in horror, until her back leaned against the edge of the boat, and then squeezed out a smile: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."

The big man looked up at the sky, then at the silent canopy, lowered his head again, smiled persuasively and said, "You are smarter than your parents, so you won't die without a burial like your stupid brother, right? "

There was a faint trace of struggle on the woman's terrified face, and her fingers tightly grasped the side of the boat.

The big man knelt down and stared into her eyes, his voice slowed down: "Look, your useless husband is dead; as long as you help me, you can get rid of the blood-sucking parents, get a lot of money, and then Isn't it a good deal to go to a place where no one knows you and live a good life?"

The woman's expression slowly eased a little, and she said in a trembling voice: "Are you willing to spare my life?"

"Of course, we have no grievances, so why do I have to take your life?" The big man smiled, "As long as you help me find him and bring him out, you can live all the life you want."

The woman hesitated, and slowly loosened her fingers, but her voice was still trembling: "You, you are so powerful, why don't you go by yourself..."

The big man raised his head and looked at the vague outline of Qingzhou City in the distance, a flash of hatred and a trace of fear that could hardly be detected suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"Because 'he' was there too."

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