Song Xu raised his head and looked out the window, his eyes clearly fell on the white wall in the courtyard, but it seemed to be projected into the boundless world, the sun and moon, mountains, rivers and acres were reflected in his eyes, countless farmers wore hats to work in the fields, and then in the distance, thousands of sails raced on the river and the sea, and the net was full of fish.

"Father's hope ......" Song Gongwang looked at the burly Confucian in front of him, with white sideburns and red skin, and his nose was a little sour for a while.

It seems that for as long as he can remember, his father has always been interested in the trivial things of life such as planting, animal husbandry, brewing, cooking, etc., and even participated in the imperial examination in order to obtain the pitiful privilege of being exempted from conscription and the preferential treatment when he went out to search.

Song Xu didn't expect Song Gongwang to understand his thoughts for a while.

Beckoned him to come closer and remove the paperweight.

"Animal husbandry, food and health are the foundation of people's livelihood, I have a vast territory and abundant products, but there is no book that can fully explain these. ”

"The Book of Victory" and "Qi Min's Technique" cover incomplete, and I am willing to sort out my Ming Agricultural Book for my father, so that the method of planting and cultivating healthy animal husbandry and cooking tea will be passed on to the world, which is far more worthy than fighting for one or two fame. ”

After Song Xu finished speaking, a gust of wind blew into the house, and the copied rice paper was scattered by the wind, and it rotated in the room to form a huge painting.

In the picture, Song Xu checks agricultural books in the field, corresponds to fish at the dock, asks who has a collection of books on the roadside, and then visits them one by one.

When you get home, you can transcribe the scribbled information and mark it.

At first, Song Gong just helped Song Xu sort and bind the finished paper, and later, he began to follow Song Xu out to search.

In the streets and alleys, two Confucian students in green shirts had a long conversation with the chef, and collected many food ingredients.

Health Department, Yanxian Department, Tree Animal Department......

The fly-headed small blocks are arranged like stars, and the titles of the volumes of "Zhuyu Mountain House Miscellaneous Department" appear one by one.

Later, Song Xu sorted out the manuscripts at home, and Song Gongwang began to go out to explore new agricultural books.

He had a beard on his chin and lips, his green shirt was covered with dust, and his forehead was wrinkled, exactly like Su Zifang's appearance when he first saw Song Xu.

The difference was that he was followed by a child about eight or nine years old.

"Father, why do we come outside to see these flowers? And my grandfather, who copied those books every day without resting? He hadn't cooked anything for me for a long time, and I wanted to eat the fried fish and the lamb he made. ”

Song Gongwang stopped his rapid footsteps, pulled the child behind him to his side, squatted down and touched his head.

"Mao Cheng, you have to remember that your grandfather was a man of great wisdom, he knew a lot of knowledge, and he also had a lot of skills, and you can't always pester your grandfather to do these things for you. ”

"Then, how great is grandfather's wisdom?" Song Maocheng raised his head and asked ignorantly.

"Probably, it's the size of Daming. Song Gongwang looked at the distant mountains, the clouds were covered with glow, and he showed a smile.

......

In the end, the picture was frozen in the Song family's study.

Song Xu is already old.

His body had become rickety, his hair and beard had become gray and thin, his teeth had become loose, and he sat on the edge of his desk, his wrinkled face showing a tired face.

But his eyes were still attentive when he looked at the manuscript, and his hand holding the pen was stable enough, and he could write a small handy hand that was not very beautiful but neat enough.

"Xiang Niu method ploughing ox eyes are close to the corners, the eyes are big, and there are white veins in the eyes......"

"Goose, it is advisable to take the one-year-old re-ambush as the species, with a large rate of three females and one male, the male should be few, and the female should be old......"

Half of his body was pressed on the paper, and the wooden staff in his hand was polished with oil, and he recorded all the meals of Daming with one stroke.

It takes ten times as long to transcribe a page as it did when I was younger.

He put down his pen and wanted to catch his breath.

The tea beside him was cold, like the last red sun of autumn.

There was a "squeak" and the door to the study was pushed open.

"Father!"

"Grandfather~"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one worried and one happy.

Song Xu turned his head and looked at his son and grandson, their clothes still had dirt marks, mud hidden between their fingers, and his son was still carrying a shrimp basket in his hand.

"Father, I was talking to an old farmer today, and he told me that he once had a new shrimp dish called shrimp curd, and he told me how to do it. So I went and bought a basket of shrimp."

"Grandfather, I have learned a lot about the appearance of crops today, watering in the spring, weeding in the summer, harvesting in the fall, and nourishing the land in the winter. ”

"Okay-good!cough-cough!" Song Xu wanted to praise his young grandson, but before he could finish speaking, it turned into a series of dense coughs.

"Father?!"

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine......" Song Xu took a breath and hid what he wanted to say later.

looked at the shrimp basket: "Gongwang, you go and make that new shrimp dish." For the father I want to taste it. ”

"Yes, father. Song Gongwang's lips twitched a few times, but he still nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

Su Zifang knew that Song Gongwang was probably going to make shrimp rot, so he followed.

In the kitchen, Song Maocheng worked hard to light a fire behind the stove, and the ashes from the torch stained his little face black, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand carelessly: "Father, what do you want to eat?"

"Shrimp curd, a dish made with shrimp and eggs. Song Gongwang was still peeling shrimp, and after a simple explanation, he ordered, "You go to the chicken coop to touch two eggs, and then go to the neighbor's house to ask for a duck egg, and say that you will send a new food later." ”

"Hmm!" Song Maocheng replied and ran out.

Song Gongwang removed the head and shell of the shrimp in his hand, carefully simmered the shrimp shell over low heat, pounded it into powder, and after processing, Song Maocheng also came back with three eggs.

"You add half a pot of water to the pot and boil it, hey, you don't pay attention to the dirty face. Song Gongwang lifted his clothes, wiped Song Maocheng's face and began to prepare in a hurry.

Two eggs and one duck egg, beat them in a bowl, stir well, add shrimp powder to the pot and start steaming. The shrimp meat is also finely chopped into minced shrimp, add the seasoning, and put the perilla leaves on the pad and put it in the pot.

Looking at Song Gongwang's movements, Su Zifang knew that he usually cooked in the kitchen, but he really didn't expect to steam the two kinds of egg custard separately.

"It's an interesting idea to bring the flavor of shiso to the shrimp. Su Zifang secretly wrote it down.

After the shrimp egg custard came out of the pot, Song Gongwang put the two layers of egg custard together, pressed the water with a tofu mold to form a double layer of shrimp curd, and put the shrimp cakes with the smell of perilla, cut them and put them on the plate.

"Go and call Grandpa, get ready to eat. Song Gongwang wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Song Maocheng to go to the study to run errands.

After a few breaths, a voice came from the study, "Father, grandfather is asleep, I can't wake up!"

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Trays fall to the ground and dishes shatter.

Su Zi's reassuring head began to have a bad premonition.

When he followed Song Gongwang into the study, Song Xu, who was sitting on the stool, had tilted his head as if he was asleep, and half of the herbal tea in his hand was left, and his hair was trembling in the wind.

"Father, what's wrong with grandfather?" Song Maocheng was still a little puzzled.

The picture gradually faded, Su Zifang could only hear it slowly in his ears, and a choked voice came from afar: "Grandfather, he, he went far, far away......"

With a long sigh, he looked at the remaining piece of shrimp rot on the board, and Su Zi put a stick of incense on it.

The Ming on the tip of the tongue will finally become a sound!