I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Yan Moji originally thought that Ji Mingwu's trip would take at least a week or two, but he didn't expect that after only three days, when he returned home, he saw Ji Mingwu cooking at home.

Yan Moji put down the things in his hands, and leaned over in surprise: "Brother Wu, you're back so soon?"

Ji Mingwu put down the plate, met Yan Moji's eyes that were shining with joy, and couldn't help but hook his lips: "Well, let's eat."

When Ji Mingwu came back, Yan Moji finally let go of the worry he had been feeling faintly. He hurriedly filled his meal and sat down, and asked excitedly, "How is it? Did you find any treasure?"

He took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Yan Moji, and Ji Mingwu took another pair for himself, and said helplessly, "Eat first."

After the meal, Yan Moji urged Ji Mingwu to tell about what he had seen and heard when he went out.

"According to the bandit's treasure map, I found Master's cottage." Ji Mingwu took a sip of tea and said, "There is nothing inside."

Yan Moji waited for a long time, just waiting for this sentence, couldn't help but confirm: "Nothing?"

"Nothing but everyday utensils."

Yan Moji couldn't believe it: "There is nothing, how can it become a treasure?"

"According to the origin of the treasure map, it should be that the master disturbed others when he was practicing sword in Luju, and attracted many people to explore." Ji Mingwu put down his teacup, and speculated, "Master doesn't like people to disturb, so he sealed Luju and left. , leaving only rumors of the birth of the divine sword here."

Yan Moji raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Why?"

"Because there are a lot of sword scar trees growing there. Sword scar trees have always grown in the sword mounds of the sect, and they have absorbed the sharpness of countless swords in the sword mounds to grow into such a hard wood. Many people think that , there must be a divine sword buried in that place, so that large pieces of sword scar wood can grow."

"Then why does Sect Master Shen's residence have sword-marked wood?"

A smile appeared on Ji Mingwu's face. He spread out one hand and picked up an ordinary wooden chopstick. With a slight wave of his palm, the chopstick split into two pieces with a "swish".

"Now my sword qi is no worse than ordinary swords; at the master's level, if I don't take the initiative to control it, the aura emitted by my breath is enough to cultivate the surrounding sword marks."

The power of the master is really unimaginable!

Yan Moji reached out and took the chopsticks that were divided into two pieces by Ji Mingwu, observed carefully, and found that the cut surface was smooth and natural, he was speechless in surprise: "Then is it solved now?"

Otherwise, why did you come back so soon? Could it be that Shen Zongzhu didn't have any secrets in his residence, so he just left it alone?

Unexpectedly, Ji Mingwu shook his head, raised his eyes to look at Yan Moji, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "No, I am in a hurry to come back because I want to take you there together."

Yan Moji was stunned, and one of the chopsticks he was playing with in his hand dropped: "Take me there? What are you doing?"

"I have checked, and there is no one in that area. Under the influence of Master's sword energy, most of the sword-scar trees grow very well." Ji Mingwu held the palm of his hand, and sucked up the half of the chopsticks that fell on the ground with his internal force, and brought them back to the ground. Handed it to Yan Moji, and reminded with a smile, "I remember you said a while ago that you wanted to go out and relax. And didn't you want to use Jianhen wood as a charcoal fire before?"

Jianhen wood is exceptionally resistant to burning, the flames are strong enough, and there is no smoke. It is more cost-effective than any kind of carbon Yan Moji has seen in this world.

When he first saw the excellence of Jianhen wood, he thought of using Jianhen wood as a charcoal fire to serve a hot pot restaurant with assorted food, so that the hot pot of the hot pot restaurant can be reduced and then reduced, and even simplified into a modern alcohol stove The appearance is very convenient for diners and shops.

The only disadvantage of Jianhen wood is that it is extremely hard. According to Ji Mingwu, even within the Jianzong, not everyone can use Jianhen wood to practice swords—at least it must be a first-class ladder like Li Siqianping. Experts will do.

Another problem is that Jianhenmu only grows in Jianzong's sword mound.Jianzhong is the place where Jianzong used to bury the swords of the predecessors of the past, and even with his toes, he knew that Yan Moji would not be allowed to go in and cut wood.

So Yan Moji dismissed this idea and turned his attention to other aspects.

But recently, the development of assorted food has become faster and faster, and the opening of branches means that there are more and more things to deal with. Yan Moji is indeed a little tired, and he complained to Ji Mingwu casually that he wanted to go on a trip to relax .

It's just that he didn't expect Ji Mingwu to remember his original thoughts and casual words so clearly, and now he can't forget them?

Yan Moji was a little moved and a little excited, he stood up and walked around, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, he turned to look at Ji Mingwu: "Then Brother Wu, when shall we set off?"

Ji Mingwu also stood up, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, with a smile on his handsome face: "No hurry, we will leave tomorrow, Jianzong has secured the place, and no one will preempt him."

——Since Ah Ji started to do business, he doesn't seem to be of much help.

Mrs. Wu and old man Jiang are not good at the exercises with attributes;

Skills such as knife skills and desserts are not exclusive to him. Li Siqianping and the others can do it, and even Qin Linghan later can do it more smoothly than himself.

Especially the appearance of Qin Linghan made Ji Mingwu feel a sense of crisis.

He can't remember wrongly, after Ah Ji cheered up, he looked at his face with astonishing eyes for a while.

Although now he and Aji are in love with each other, Ji Mingwu still feels that most of the reason why Aji fell in love with him at first was because of his face.

This originally made Ji Mingwu a little complacent, but when Qin Linghan, whose appearance was not inferior to his own, arrived, he felt a little uneasy.

Think about Qin Linghan, who has an outstanding appearance, has first-class ice skills, can condense water into ice, and making dessert ice cream is the key core. Today's dessert station, without him can be said to be a serious injury;

On the other hand, Kong has a peerless martial arts, but he can only make some desserts following Aji's guidance. While amazed by Aji's various whimsical ideas, he also feels faintly disappointed by his own dullness.

Ji Mingwu never thought that he would worry about gains and losses because of another person's care.

Fortunately, Ji Mingwu's loss was only temporary. After concentrating on his mind, Ji Mingwu began to think about how to do his best to contribute to the development of assorted foods, and not let his so-called "support" become empty words.

Therefore, when Ji Mingwu saw the large pieces of sword-marked wood around Master's Luju, Ji Mingwu's first thought was: would Ah Ji be happy if he took these sword-marked trees to Ah Ji?

That's why Ji Mingwu asked the disciples of Jianzong a few words, and hurried back by himself stepping on lightness kung fu.

Seeing that Yan Moji was really happy now, Ji Mingwu couldn't help feeling a little happier, and the tension in his heart was somewhat loosened.

——In this way, I will not lose to Qin Linghan in my contribution to assorted foods...

...

The next day, Yan Moji made some arrangements and explanations for the assorted food, and set off with Ji Mingwu.

Ji Mingwu can gallop for several days with a pack of dry food and a water bottle alone.But with Yan Moji, he didn't want his Aji to suffer so much, so he wanted to rent a carriage for Yan Moji and let him drive there.

Yan Moji refused, saying that he was not so pampered.He also lived a poor life in his previous life. Although he made money and enjoyed it later, it is not that he can't bear the hardships of traveling.

Ji Mingwu had no choice but to prepare some convenient things that he could think of, and tied them to the horse's back, and put a cotton pad in front of the saddle, let Yan Moji sit in front, and hugged him in the back.

Yan Moji was amused and touched. After getting on the horse, his body leaned back just enough to snuggle into Brother Wu's arms. Brother Wu's right arm wrapped around his own. The horse's back bumped and remained motionless, which gave him great security. feel.

The galloping horse, Yan Moji was a little excited and excited at first, but then he felt the body temperature of Ji Mingwu from his back, and the sound of hooves of the horse under him seemed to gradually fade away, and he fell asleep just leaning against Ji Mingwu's arms .

Ji Mingwu noticed that the breathing of the young man in his arms became calmer, and he lowered his head only to find that Yan Moji had fallen asleep peacefully in his arms.

Seeing that Aji trusted him so much, and entrusted himself to him without any precautions even on horseback, Ji Mingwu felt a trace of satisfaction and warmth in his heart, and subconsciously slowed down the horse's speed so as not to disturb Aji's sleep.

The autumn wind blew past, and Ji Mingwu sat on the horse with his back straight, gently hugging the sleeping Yan Moji in his arms, and let the horse walk slowly by itself.

He looked up at the sky, felt the even and warm breathing of the man in his arms, and his heart was filled with infinite satisfaction.

When Yan Moji woke up, when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky full of burning clouds, reflecting the orange-red light of the setting sun, rendering the western sky red.

He was still a little confused when he just woke up, Yan Moji stayed for a long time before he came to his senses, sat up straight in a "babble", and said in surprise: "I've been asleep for so long?"

Ji Mingwu lowered his head and said with a smile, "You can sleep a little longer."

Yan Moji blushed, and moved his arms that were a little stiff from sleeping too long, and Ji Mingwu also stretched out his hand and used his internal force to help him soothe his muscles and bones.

"Where are you now?"

"We still have half a day to go."

Yan Moji rubbed his stomach, remembered something, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Wu, are you hungry?"

Ji Mingwu lowered his head: "Hungry?"

At this distance, Ji Mingwu's eyebrows and eyes are clearly visible, and Yan Moji can even feel Brother Wu's steady breathing and count his eyelashes clearly.

He felt his throat was a little dry, coughed dryly, and was a little embarrassed: "It's really a little bit."

Though he's been sleeping most of the way...

Ji Mingwu saw that there happened to be a stream nearby, so he pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and floated off the horse with Yan Moji in his arms. He took out his crutches from the luggage on the horse's back, and looked at Yan Moji who was moving his legs and feet. :"What to eat?"

Yan Moji moved his stiff body, thought about the pancakes and other dry food in his luggage, and said, "Brother Wu, go and hunt a pheasant, let's eat it as a beggar's chicken?"

Ji Mingwu nodded, and said with some concern: "You stay here, don't move around."

When the distance is still close, he can still sense Yan Moji's situation, and even if something happens, he can come over in time, and if he is far away, he may not be able to make it in time.

Yan Moji laughed out loud.

Ji Mingwu didn't know, so: "...?"

Yan Moji quickly stopped laughing, and waved his hands: "It's okay, you can go, Brother Wu."

He couldn't say that he suddenly felt taken advantage of by Brother Wu, could he?

Seeing Ji Mingwu leave uncomfortably, Yan Moji touched his chin, found a place, laid out some common supplies first, and then picked up firewood around him, suddenly he laughed twice.

——This kind of cheap, in fact, it should be quite exciting to take advantage of "special occasions".

--only……

Yan Moji's expression became a little sad again.

——When can there be a "special time"...

...

Ji Mingwu was very fast, and soon came back with a long-tailed pheasant that was still flapping its wings.

What surprised Yan Moji even more was that Ji Mingwu also brought back a piece of wild honey!

Honey has always been an expensive and good thing, Yan Moji went up to that piece of honey and smelled it, the sweet scent mixed with the scent of flowers made one intoxicated.

Yan Moji immediately decided to revise the recipe, instead of making beggar's chicken, he made honey grilled chicken instead!

Ji Mingwu naturally has 100% trust in Yan Moji's craftsmanship, and the sweet honey is his favorite, so he took the pheasant to the stream to kill the chicken and clean it up.

When he was away from home, he didn't have much seasoning, so Yan Moji only brought salt, pepper and cumin.Fortunately, Ji Mingwu brought a small jug of wine, which can be used to remove the fishy smell.

Ji Mingwu is not addicted to alcohol, but alcohol can play a great role during the journey. It can refresh your mind, warm your stomach, and disinfect.

After Ji Mingwu took care of the pheasant, he brought back a small fish that had been descaled.

This fish is only the size of a palm and doesn't have much meat, but it is still extremely useful for enhancing the flavor.

Yan Moji sprinkled some spirits on the fish, coated the fish with salt and pepper, washed and shredded a few mushrooms that he had just picked up while picking up firewood, and stuffed them into the belly of the fish.

Then put the whole fish into the gutted chicken belly, tie it up with fish intestines, put the chicken on wooden sticks, put it on the fire and start roasting.

While roasting slowly over a long fire, brush honey on the chicken, allowing the honey to permeate into the chicken little by little under the temperature of the flame, giving the chicken a sweet aroma of honey.

Ji Mingwu helped him turn the improvised grill, and at close range he could clearly smell the aroma of the honey soaked into the crispy roasted chicken skin, and he could see the young man concentrating on roasting the chicken in the heat from the bonfire , saw the faint fine sweat on his forehead, shining golden light under the flames.

Ji Mingwu's eyes darkened, and his throat moved.

Yan Moji turned his head, saw Ji Mingwu's eyes, thought he was starving, and comforted him with a smile: "I can eat it right away."

After the honey grilled chicken was almost cooked, Yan Moji took the grilled chicken off the grill, and cut open the belly of the chicken with a knife. Suddenly, a burst of hot air mixed with a strong fresh fragrance came out.

Yan Moji took out the fish first.

Although the fish is not big, the belly is wrapped with fresh wild mushrooms, and the outside is the chicken belly that has been roasted with chicken juice, as if it was cooked in chicken soup, it is extraordinarily delicious.

A palm-sized fish, two big men split it in half, and each of them will be gone after a few mouthfuls, but the taste makes their tongues almost go off.

The pheasant is not small in size. Ji Mingwu took the knife, swung his wrist, and quickly cut the whole pheasant into small even pieces, and perfectly removed the bones except the chicken wings, leaving only the tender meat. chicken.

The surface of the honey-soaked chicken has an attractive honey color. When you bite into it, the sweetness mixed with the burnt aroma of the chicken explodes in your mouth, as well as the delicious taste intertwined with the aroma of fish. After taking one bite, you immediately want to eat another.

Especially the chicken wings, Yan Moji brushed them with honey, and paid attention to the heat. The bones of the two chicken wings were even burnt, and the chicken was extremely tender.

The dry food they brought was pancakes baked by Yan Moji himself. Two or three pieces of chicken were rolled in the pancakes. The juice from the chicken made the pancakes soft, and the smell of wheat in the pancakes also neutralized the oiliness of the chicken.

The two of them sat on the ground and had a hearty meal. Yan Moji finally felt that he couldn't hold any more mouthfuls. He propped his hands back and exhaled to Tianchang, watching Ji Mingwu still eating at the initial speed. With the remaining chicken, I was a little envious: "It's great to have internal strength!"

eat more than normal...

Ji Mingwu paused slightly while eating the meat, swallowed the meat in his mouth, glanced down at the remaining chicken, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to wrap the rest?"

Now Yan Moji can already understand the hidden meaning behind his brother Wu's seemingly ordinary speech, sat up straight and laughed: "No, you eat it all, I don't think you eat too much."

After receiving Yan Moji's words, Ji Mingwu continued to eat with confidence.

After dinner, it was getting dark. Ji Mingwu wanted to camp on the spot to save Yan Moji from working too hard, but Yan Moji slept all the way during the day, and now he was in high spirits. Seeing that Ji Mingwu didn't feel tired, he urged Ji Mingwu to hurry up.

Yan Moji thought that he could stay refreshed all night after sleeping all day, but he didn't expect that he would snuggle up in Ji Mingwu's arms and doze off in the middle of the night.

Thinking that it was the night walk that he requested, Yan Moji refused to just fall asleep like this, and tried to wake himself up a bit, and then switched back and forth between falling asleep and suddenly waking up.

Ji Mingwu was a little helpless, he felt sorry for him and refused to fall asleep, and coaxed him in a low voice: "It will be there soon, you go to sleep first, and I will wake you up when it arrives."

Yan Moji couldn't bear it any longer, before he finished listening to this sentence, he leaned into Ji Mingwu's arms and fell asleep directly.

When Yan Moji woke up, the sky was already bright, and he was lying on the blanket in his luggage, covered with another thin quilt, and when he opened his eyes, he could see lush trees, the shade of which just blocked the sun .

"Brother Wu, call me wherever you agreed—"

Yan Moji sat up, and just halfway through the sentence, the remaining half of the sentence suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Next to him, Ji Mingwu, as usual, sat in front of the temporary earthen stove, slowly throwing firewood to boil the water, and seeing Yan Moji wake up, he cast a gentle look.

But at a distance of more than ten meters behind Ji Mingwu, there is a huge gully, which is at least tens of meters long by visual inspection; and on the other side of the gully, there are three long teams stationed in the dark, and there are a few people poking their heads. They looked over here, but no one dared to cross the gully.

Yan Moji: "..."

He swallowed lightly, and smiled dryly: "Brother Wu, who are they?"

Ji Mingwu poured a cup of hot tea, got up and walked over, and said naturally: "The person who came to find the treasure."

"This gully is..."

"They gathered together this morning, and I warned them not to come and disturb them."

——Holy shit, this ditch was split by Brother Wu?

Yan Moji took a closer look and found that the gap was flat, and it really looked like it was split open by someone rather than formed naturally.

He was speechless, and wanted to take the tea, but was burned again and withdrew his hand, his eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Why didn't I hear?"

He didn't sleep so dead, did he?

Ji Mingwu put the teacup aside, picked up Yan Moji to look at his fingers, and put it down when he saw that there was no burn, and replied: "I ordered your acupoints at that time."

"No wonder I slept for so long!" Yan Moji immediately found the culprit, and condemned him with his eyes, "Don't touch my acupoints in the future."

In fact, Ji Mingwu only touched Yan Moji's ears at that time, so that he could not hear the sound temporarily, and did not touch his sleeping acupuncture points.

But facing Yan Moji's condemnation, he didn't argue, just nodded with a smile and said, "I've made a note."

Yan Moji woke up, and the three groups of people over there also noticed the movement here, and there was some commotion. After a while, a person from one of the groups came over, tentatively crossing the ravine drawn by Ji Mingwu.

Ji Mingwu didn't stop him, so the man ran over with confidence, saluted Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji first, and then asked in a low voice: "Little Master Uncle, since Yan... Master Yan has woken up, the suzerain Luju Can we start discussing the matter?"

Ji Mingwu glanced at Yan Moji and asked for his opinion.

Yan Moji still felt a little unreal that so many people were waiting for him to wake up. Seeing the 50-[-]-year-old man looking over respectfully, he coughed: "Listen to you, Brother Wu."

Ji Mingwu nodded, and told the man, "Let them come over."

The man got the order and ran back.

Yan Moji quietly asked: "Where are the people from Jianzong?"

Ji Mingwu nodded: "En."

"What about the other two teams?"

"The first team is other sects and scattered people from all over the world. After knowing that this 'treasure' is the residence of the master, they twisted together, and didn't want to give the 'treasure' to Jianzong for nothing." A faint disdain flashed in Ji Mingwu's eyes, "The mob , don’t worry about him.”

"What about the last team?"

"That team represents the Qingzhou government." Ji Mingwu glanced at Yan Moji, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips, "The leader has some relationship with you."

Yan Moji was a little surprised: "Who? Dean Hua?"

Ji Mingwu shook his head, and handed over the teacup that had cooled a bit: "He is the heir of King Qi, so he should be your cousin after all."

The author has something to say: I like honey chicken wings|˙v˙)c