Although Du Qiyue's body looks a little thin, he has always been very healthy before, and his physical foundation is actually very good, and most of his illness this time is due to psychological reasons, so he will be sick in a few days. It's just that the body is a little weak because of this serious illness, and the strength in the body has not fully recovered, so I can only move simply. But that didn't stop him from getting up and walking around to get to know the mood of the small village.

At first, Du Qiyue didn't realize that he was busy with farming, he just simply appreciated the natural scenery of the village, breathed the unpolluted air, and then got to know the people in the village again.

After all, Du Qiyue was just an adult when he gave up school to work, and he had been a child for more than ten years before that, as long as he was responsible for studying, eating, drinking and having fun, and the family's fields had nothing to do with him at all. After working part-time, he has been living in a big city, never returned to his hometown, and he doesn't know how to farm. Therefore, the word "farmer" is very foreign to him, and it has no meaning at all.

But a few days later, when Du Qiyue had walked all over the village and began to walk into the fields, he finally understood what was going on in the farming.

At this moment, Du Qiyue stood on the ridge of the field in a daze, looking at the pieces of land in front of him, men and women, young and old, all with their backs to the sun, bending over and waving the sickle in their hands, harvesting rape flowers that were more than half a person high. This kind of scene is very unfamiliar to Du Qiyue, he has never seen such a hard way of working, in his impression, the rape fields at home are harvested by machine, and an acre of land can be harvested in less than twenty minutes, but here, maybe a family may not be able to harvest an acre of land in a day.

In an acre of field very close to Du Qiyue, he even saw a child who looked less than ten years old also wielding a sickle vigorously, because the child was small and had little strength, a rape flower had to be cut two or three times before it could be cut, Du Qiyue could see that his face was already hot and red because of his hard work, and the sweat kept dripping, but there was no intention to stop.

For the first time, Du Qiyue knew how hard the real labor was, and his heart could be said to be very shocked. "At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. Many people in Du Qiyue's time memorized this poem, but not many people really understood the meaning of this poem and put it into action. As a chef in a big hotel, he has seen too many examples of wasting food, and even sometimes he himself tries to make new varieties of dim sum, only to throw them all away because of the wrong taste or ugly appearance.

Liu Momo is working in the field in full swing, their family has left this acre of rape flowers uncut, Liu Momo thought that today he and the head of the family and the tiger to work harder, it is estimated that it can be harvested before dark, and when the harvest is finished, you can go to help the Du family harvest tomorrow, you have to catch the harvest in the weather these days, otherwise the rapeseed will be soaked in the soup when it rains.

Thinking of this, the sickle in Liu Momo's hand swung faster, and at this time, a Momo in the field next to him suddenly shouted to Liu Momo: "Alas, Liu Yu, do you see if the one standing on the ridge is the child of Zhao Qing's family, didn't he say that he was still sick, how did he come to the field." ”

Liu Momo looked up and saw that it was Du Qiyue, who was standing on the ridge in a daze. Although the weather is good today, the wind is not small, Du Qiyue happened to be standing there at the tuyere, Liu Momo hurriedly lost the sickle in his hand, and shouted while walking towards the ridge: "Xiaoyue, why did you come to the field, go back quickly, don't blow the wind here, be careful of getting sick again!" ”

Du Qiyue originally wanted to say that he would go back if he saw it, but as soon as Liu Momo shouted like this, the people around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him, and immediately swallowed the words that came to his mouth. Even children under the age of ten are working here, but he, a sixteen-year-old, stands and looks at it leisurely, and he feels really shameless when he says it. Du Qiyue paused and said, "I'm sick and want to come and see our family's field, and it's time for me to harvest rape." ”

Liu Momo had already walked to the ridge at this time, and as soon as he heard this, he said: "Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread, even if you look good, your body and bones are empty, how can you work in the field." Xiaoyue, listen to Momo's words, go back quickly, don't worry about the things in the field, Momo's field can be cleaned up today in a hurry, and tomorrow Momo will take you Uncle Qing and Brother Huzi to your house to cut rape. ”

Du Qiyue just thought that he still had three acres of rape to harvest, and he hadn't thought about how to cut it. Now after listening to Liu Momo's words, I also feel that he should ask Liu Momo's family to help in this field, he and the original owner are people who can't work in the field, and the original owner can say that his fingers don't touch the spring water, and his hands are whiter than most of the little brothers and girls in the countryside, where will he cut what rape.

If Du Qiyue was at home, he would have thanked Liu Mo directly, but now in the field, so many nosy people around him listened, but the words had to be clearer, so Du Qiyue said: "This field is my own, how can I let Mo Mo help me but not do it, like what words." Besides, those three acres of land are not too much, but they are too little, and I can't let Mo Mobai help. ”

Liu Momo knew that if he said that his family would help Du Qiyue cut three acres of rape in vain, there would be a lot of gossip in the village, but he couldn't ask Du Qiyue for money, so he said: "I won't help you in vain, and I still have something to look for you when I go back." Now I'm busy and inconvenient to say, you go back first, and Uncle Qing and you will go to your house in the evening. ”

"Alright, I'll go back first. What, my field is not in a hurry, don't be too busy working, be careful and tired. Du Qiyue said, and didn't look at the villagers around him who were already whispering, turned around and went back.

After Du Qiyue got home, he lay on the bed and began to plan to make money, he now has less than five taels of silver around him, in fact, it is not less in the countryside, one tael of silver in Dafeng Dynasty is equal to the usual copper money, that is, a thousand yuan, you can buy two stones of ordinary japonica rice, which is almost more than three hundred catties, Du Qiyue can eat for two years. But this is also calculated by food, and there are not many times when it is actually used. It is said that you have to use six or seven feet of cloth to make clothes, and now the most common cotton cloth is twenty-five wen and one foot, and a body of clothing costs two or three hundred wen. Du Qiyue has grown up fast in recent years, and he has to make two new clothes every quarter, and he has to make eight clothes a year, all according to the most ordinary cotton cloth that can be worn in spring, summer and autumn. Not to mention that if you have a headache and brain fever, you can only hire a wild doctor in the village for five taels of silver, and even the money for medicine is probably not enough.

So the more Du Qiyue thought about it, the more he felt that he had to make money, if he didn't make money again, it wouldn't be long before he had to sit and eat. But Du Qiyue thought about it, he really had no other way to make money except to sell dim sum or follow Du Fugui's footsteps to work as a dim sum chef in a restaurant.

If Du Qiyue wears a dynasty he knows, it is estimated that he, a literate and hyphenated scholar, can still go to the street to buy and sell calligraphy and paintings, and help others write letters to make money, but in the Dafeng Dynasty, this method will not work at all.

The status of the literati in the Dafeng Dynasty was very high, and most of the literati felt that it was very humiliating to make money by selling calligraphy and painting and writing letters, so they opened a shop that specialized in selling calligraphy and painting to poor scholars. Of course, you can't buy and sell privately, but you must not go to the street to sell. As for writing letters, there are also special shops, all of which are written by special people, and most people will not accept them at all.

Thinking of these messy things, when the time came at once, Du Qiyue looked at the sky and got up from the bed. Liu Momo just said that their fields had to be cleaned up in a hurry today, and Du Qiyue estimated that today's dinner should be a little more evening than usual, so he thought about making some snacks for Liu Momo and them, so that they could cushion their stomachs and express some concern for themselves.

Due to Liu Momo's strong request, Du Qiyue has eaten Liu Momo's food these days, so there are no ingredients in the kitchen, Du Qiyue thought about it, and the pumpkin he saw last time hadn't moved, so he decided to make some pumpkin pie, which was convenient and delicious.

Du Qiyue went to the kitchen and picked out a small pumpkin, then washed the surface, peeled and removed the seeds, cut it into even slices with a knife and put it in the pot, added a little water, covered the pot and began to cook, boiled until the pumpkin slices were soft and rotten, then put it in a small copper basin, pour out the excess water, and press it into a pumpkin puree with a spoon.

Then Du Qiyue poured a bowl of japonica rice noodles into the pumpkin puree, added a little sugar, washed his hands and kneaded the pumpkin puree and japonica rice noodles into an orange dough, and then set it aside for later use.

Because Du Fugui is a pastry chef, there are many ingredients for making pastries in the Du family's kitchen, such as fried sesame seeds, and there is a small jar full of grapes in the cabinet. Du Qiyue filled half a bowl of sesame seeds in a small bowl, scooped a spoonful of lard from the jar where the lard was placed, put it into a pot with two spoonfuls of white sugar that was still a little hot, and then stirred well while the lard was melting.

At this time, the noodles were almost awake, Du Qiyue pinched the dough into more than 30 small doughs of about the same size, and then kneaded the small dough into a small bowl one by one, put a little mixed sesame filling in it, and then closed the mouth, kneaded into small round balls and placed them separately. After doing this, Du Qiyue took out the steaming drawer, brushed a thin layer of oil on the steaming drawer, and found a small bamboo knife from the cabinet that Du Fugui usually uses to make snacks, and used the small bamboo knife to press the small round balls into the shape of small pumpkins, decorate them with raisins and put them neatly into the steaming drawer, and start steaming in the pot.

The pumpkin pie is very small, one bite at a time, so it is good to steam it over medium heat for about ten minutes. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of pumpkin, Du Qiyue sniffed, couldn't wait to open the steaming drawer, and stuffed a cute little pumpkin with chopsticks to eat it.

Japonica rice is not as sticky as glutinous rice, but it has a good texture when biting. The pumpkin itself is relatively sweet, so even if Du Qiyue only adds a little sugar to the flour, it is very good to eat, not to mention that the sesame syrup in the small pumpkin flows into his mouth as soon as he bites it, and his mouth is full of the fragrance of sesame seeds, which is really delicious.

Du Qiyue was very satisfied with the little pumpkin this time, and he filled the bowl while eating, and when he was ready, he was full. Touching his stomach, Du Qiyue put the bowl in the basket, locked the door, and went to the field with the basket.