I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

The idea of ​​Yan Moji had actually been wandering around in Chu Tachen's head for a long time.

Even if the master of the Jinxiu Sect is a talented genius, one of them whose fighting strength surpasses that of Shen Kunxiao or Chen Ze, it is absolutely impossible for them to be able to match the cooperation of the two masters. Otherwise, how could the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect become the second of the top three sects after so many years? Being targeted by the court?

Jianzong and the crown prince joined hands, and Qizong naturally sided with Jianzong. With the joint efforts of the two masters, it is not impossible to capture the master of Jinxiumen alive!

And now...

A grandmaster suddenly appeared among the Di people in the grassland, forcing the two masters of Jianzong and Qizong to go to the border separately!

——Does this really have nothing to do with the owner of the Jinxiu Gate?

Thinking of what was mentioned in Junior Brother Yan's intelligence earlier, "Jinxiu Gate seems to be connected with people from the Grassland", Chu Tachen frowned deeply.

But these have nothing to do with the immediate matter, Chu Tachen believed that the lord of the Qi sect could handle the border affairs well, so he didn't say anything to disturb the mind of the young couple.

After all, Grandmaster Chen Ze is the real master of the sect. He has dealt with all kinds of mundane affairs since he was a child, which is completely different from his own master who is a hands-off shopkeeper.

He smiled slightly: "Leave these matters to us. You can stay here to recuperate and wait for the antidote to arrive at your door."

After pondering for a while, Chu Tachen smiled and turned his eyes to Yan Moji: "Junior Brother Yan, I heard that you are a good cook. I wonder if I have such an honor, Senior Brother?"

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day since he had breakfast in the morning until now in the afternoon.

He glanced at Ji Mingwu who was leaning on the bed and couldn't move, and he also thought of cooking for Brother Wu, nodded and smiled: "That's natural, I'll cook right away."

...

Although I plan to cook, there are almost no other ingredients in this farmhouse except rice and noodles.

Chu Tachen went out, and came back with a rooster, a few bunches of dried vegetables, and dried mushrooms after a while.

"Where did Brother Chu come from?" Yan Moji was curious as he took the rooster and prepared to kill it.

"Bought from other farms." Chu Tachen replied naturally, "Uncle Liu's family has a lot of chickens, so buying one is nothing."

Yan Moji felt that Chu Tachen's tone seemed very familiar. While tying up the chicken, he was slightly puzzled: "Brother Chu got to know the people in the village so quickly?"

Based on his previous life experience, this small village with a small population and isolated from the outside world is not to say hostile to outsiders, at least there is a sense of vigilance.

Chu Tachen smiled and helped soak the dried mushrooms in water: "Because this is my hometown."

Yan Moji was taken aback: "Brother Chu was born here?"

"Well, Master happened to pass by here back then and asked for a bowl of water. He said he was smart and thought I could help him with chores, so he abducted me to Jianzong." Chu Tachen stood up helplessly, "I Before breaking through the False Dynamic Realm, for the sake of the safety of the neighbors in the village, I never came back, but fortunately, some old people still remember me."

Yan Moji nodded in understanding: "It's the same as Brother Wu."

——It's not easy to be a decent disciple of a famous family!

"Decades have passed, and the village is still the same as when I left." Chu Tachen looked back at the fenced thatched hut behind him, and said with emotion, "This is my home back then."

While talking, Yan Moji had already cleaned up the chicken. The rooster cut its throat and let the blood out. The chicken blood was collected in a small bowl, and then it was cut open with hot water, and the little cock was cleaned up clearly.

Pass the hot water once, pour out the blanched blood, and then ignite the fire on the stove to simmer.

The stewed chicken soup is not greasy, and although the taste is not as fragrant as the old hen soup, it is refreshing and delicious, suitable for people on the sick bed.

In addition to the chicken soup, Yan Moji also planned to make a fried chicken offal with mushrooms.

Some people don't like chicken offal because they think it's fishy, ​​but if it's cooked well, apart from the smell, the taste of chicken liver, chicken heart and gizzard is very good.

Use some rice wine to marinate the washed chicken giblets for a while, steam it with the sauce that Yan Moji made temporarily, and then braise it with the soaked dried mushrooms.

Considering that there are five of them eating now, this order probably isn't enough, so Chu Tachen went out and bought another bag of beans, and ground them into soy milk according to Yan Moji's request.Yan Moji simmered soy milk and dried vegetables together to make a big pot of bean foam.

Doumozi was a dish that Yan Moji often ate at home when he was a child, because it can be put in no matter whether it is cabbage, sweet potato seedlings, or radishes. The taste is diluted by soy milk, and the mouth is full of bean fragrance.Served with pancakes and pickles, it is fragrant and filling.

At this time, the rich aroma of chicken soup gradually came out, not to mention Feng Wenlan who was boiling medicine in the corner, even Shen Kunxiao who was huddled in the room was attracted.

The fragrant but not greasy chicken soup, the delicious and refreshing mushroom chicken offal, the full-bodied soybean foam, and the steamed and cold chicken blood, the five of them didn't care about the shabby environment and started eating around the square table.

Yan Moji thought that Ji Mingwu was lying on the bed and could not move at all. It turned out that Ji Mingwu was holding a cane under his arm, and he could barely get out of bed.

Feng Wenlan explained that since Ruxin's poison had spread to half of his body, Ji Mingwu's right half of his body would not feel numb, but he could still move reluctantly with internal strength.

A few of the dishes on the table were home-cooked dishes, but Yan Moji had been cooking for so long in his previous life, and his craftsmanship was extraordinary. They ate up a whole pot of chicken soup and bean curd without knowing it, and they still couldn't get enough of it.

Because he has no martial arts, Yan Moji himself eats the least.

After a meal, Yan Moji felt that Shen Zongshi looked at him with a lot more kindness.

After the meal, Master Shen stroked his white eyebrows and returned to the room with satisfaction to continue to meditate and heal his wounds. Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu sat in the room, each talking about what happened in the past few days.

While talking, Yan Moji suddenly remembered something, took out the black jade lock that the master of Jinxiu Gate gave him from his arms, and asked: "This is given to me by the master of Jinxiu Gate, do you know what it means? "

Although he had a strong sense of resistance to the gift from the master of the Jinxiu Gate, Yan Moji still carried it with him when it came to the Yan family, intending to let Brother Wu and the others see if there was any mystery.

Chu Tachen and Feng Wenlan checked one by one, but they didn't see why.Ji Mingwu couldn't move, so he only glanced at it, and finally frowned and said, "I'm afraid I have to ask Senior Brother Yan about this."

Now that they have communicated with each other, Yan Moji learned that the grandfather of the original body, that is, Yan Xiang, had been poisoned by Ruxin, but he was cured later, which is currently the only known case where the poison of Ruxin was completely removed.

Now the owner of the Jinxiu Gate gave him this ink jade lock in the style of the Yan family, which made Yan Moji speculate: "Could it be that the owner of the Jinxiu Gate is the Yan family?"

Chu Tachen also had guesses in this regard, but he was afraid that Yan Moji would not accept it, so he didn't say it out loud. He didn't expect Yan Moji to say it himself. He was secretly surprised that this little Yan junior brother had a strong mind, and he no longer evaded anything: "This matter I will tell Junior Brother Yan about this, and let Junior Brother Yan check to see if all the elders of Yan's family really died back then."

Although there is this guess, Yan Moji thinks about it carefully, and still feels that there are many doubts.

——The Yan family has almost been wiped out by the current emperor. If the owner of the Jinxiu Gate is really the Yan family, how dare the emperor attack a family member of a grand master?

——If the master of the Jinxiu Gate has no feelings for the Yan family, then why did he specially create a black jade lock for him?

——And how did Yan Xiang get the childlike heart back then, and how did he detoxify?

All kinds of problems were entangled in Yan Moji's head, making his head a mess.

However, he is not very interested in the identity of the master of the Jinxiu Sect or the truth about the Yan family back then, and now the only thing he cares about is how to cure Ji Mingwu's poison.

When going to bed that night, Ji Mingwu hugged him, and the two of them lay on the soft couch. Yan Moji was lying on Ji Mingwu's left side, fearing that it would affect the poisoned half of Brother Wu's body. The temperature came.

He froze for a moment, then frowned, staring at Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, put away your internal strength."

——What's the situation, Brother Wu still wants to use his internal force to be a warm baby for him?

Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji have slept together for so long, and they are used to using their internal energy to warm Yan Moji's bed in advance in the cold night.He thought that this consumption of internal energy would not have any effect on his poison, but in order to avoid Aji's worry, he obediently withdrew his internal energy.

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu's magnanimous eyes, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed Ji Mingwu on the lips, then jumped out of bed and blew out the oil lamp, then came back into bed, hugged Ji Mingwu's left arm.

Holding a familiar person in their arms, Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji felt as if some empty place had been filled at the same time, and fell asleep together peacefully.

...

On the second day, Grandmaster Shen and Chu Tachen left.

They stayed here just to rescue Yan Moji.

The situation in the capital is the key. Both the crown prince and Yan Mojian are in the capital, and they have to go to the capital as soon as possible to contribute to the grand plan.

So in this nameless small village, only Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu were left, plus Feng Wenlan who needed to make medicine for Ji Mingwu's diagnosis and treatment.

Because of these changes, Yan Moji became more and more concerned about Ji Mingwu. He would be by Ji Mingwu's side all day long, whether it was cold or hot, whether he was hungry or not, and then I would give you food. Ji Mingwu was a little embarrassed at first, but after a long time I got used to it, and enjoyed Aji's care peacefully.

Poor Feng Wenlan was so stimulated by their unknowing stickiness every day that she felt as if she was full from eating dog food. Except for the medicine delivery time, she simply went to the village by herself to find game ingredients so that she could bring them back for the owner to cook.

Living such an ordinary and ordinary life, there has been no news from the capital, Yan Moji's worries and Feng Wenlan's weight are slowly increasing.

Finally, about half a month later, Yan Mojian's figure appeared outside the village.

He brought the latest status of the changes in the capital——

"Emperor Tianhua passed away, Emperor Rui'an succeeded to the throne, and the head of Jinxiu Gate was executed?" Yan Moji asked eagerly, "What about the antidote?"

The author has something to say: The stupid author swears that within five days, they will consummate their marriage successfully!

Want to drive (whispers).