Chen Jiang, Xing'er, Wang Wu, Wang Qi, three soldiers, and middle-aged people set up a table in the kitchen to eat.

Chen Xu accompanied Jiang Beiting and Jiang Chuyue to eat in the living room.

"Don't blame Lord Jiang, it's autumn now, there are no fresh vegetables and vegetables, just make a few things, please take a seat, you're welcome!"

Chen Xu invited Jiang Beiting and Jiang Chuyue to sit down, opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass for Jiang Beiting and himself, and then looked at Jiang Chuyue's eyes, and poured her a glass of vinegar very happily.

"Click~" The chopsticks in Jiang Chuyue's hand were almost broken, but she didn't dare to be blatantly angry, as long as she gritted her teeth and took the cup.

"Virtuous nephew, what is this white and tender dish?" Jiang Beiting sat down and pointed to a bowl of tofu and asked in surprise.

"Hehe, this is called tofu, adults taste it and see how it tastes?" Chen Xu sat down with a smile.

Jiang Bei Tingyan obediently picked up a piece with chopsticks, and then watched the tofu break into two and fall down, so he picked up another piece and repeated the same ending, and suddenly smiled slightly embarrassed and said: "So delicate, it seems that it is indeed delicious!" ”

"This tofu is made from the pulp of ground beans, and adults must use gentle force, otherwise it will break!" Chen Xu then remembered that the ancient people had never eaten this kind of tofu.

"I'll try again!" Jiang Beiting finally got a piece of tofu after trying it a few more times, and after putting it in his mouth, he suddenly admired with amazement, "It's tender and smooth, and the taste is delicious, I didn't expect that the beans are hard and rough and can make such a delicious and tender dish, it's really incredible!" ”

Jiang Chuyue also sandwiched it several times and finally ate it, and naturally her little face was full of surprise, and then she kept eating tofu.

"My lord, this is a bean skin stew, and this bean skin is also made from soybean beans, but the taste is much stronger, you can also taste it!" Chen Xu began to introduce the next dish.

"Well, it's really strong, and it has a strong fragrance, which is very delicious!" Jiangbei Pavilion tasted it and praised it repeatedly.

"This is the tiger meat after marinating and smoking, or the last time, marinated with spices, it is a good accompaniment to wine!" Chen Xu pointed to a plate of dried shredded meat and introduced.

"Good!" Jiang Beiting obeyed, picked up a few shredded meat and put them in his mouth, and praised them while chewing.

"This is a cold winter bamboo shoot."

"This is mushroom and tofu soup!"

Chen Xu introduced all the seven or eight dishes one by one, Jiang Beiting also tasted them one by one, and Jiang Chuyue followed behind silently to eat hard, but every time he ate a dish, he looked at Chen Xu's eyes a little weird.

"Confucius once said: Don't get tired of eating, don't get tired of fine. In addition to tofu and bean skin, I have never eaten, but I have eaten a lot of mushrooms, bamboo shoots and yams, these ingredients are made by the virtuous nephew but have another flavor, can be called the master of the kitchen, although the preparation of meals is not a gentleman's doing, but if you can eat such delicious food every day, I can not do this county order! ”

Jiangbei Pavilion's unsparing praise made Chen Xu feel a sense of accomplishment.

Although he has only been a few months since he crossed over, the experience of eating soybeans and cooking wild vegetables every day, and being reluctant to put salt in boiled fish has completely gone.

"By the way, how can you have a wound on your neck?" While eating and drinking, Jiang Beiting suddenly saw a red scar on Chen Xu's neck and asked suspiciously.

"This ......" Chen Xu involuntarily touched his neck, and then said with a smile: "Xu was chopping vegetables that day, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his neck, so he couldn't help but touch it with his hand!" ”

"How can there be such a big wound when you touch it?" Jiang Beiting was even more puzzled.

"Hey, that...... As I said, I was chopping vegetables and forgot that I still had a knife in my hand! Chen Xu laughed dryly.

"Poof~" Jiang Chuyue, who was drinking fruit vinegar, sprayed sour vinegar everywhere, and then couldn't help it, and let out a barbell-like cheerful laughter.

"Yue'er, what kind of system!" Jiang Beiting twitched his cheeks a few times, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to start reprimanding his unruly daughter to change the topic.

While eating and chatting, after eating a meal for half an hour, the three of them actually ate all the vegetable soup on the table cleanly, and drank three bottles of wine, so when they left, Jiangbei Pavilion was drunk, and their footsteps were a little vain.

"Virtuous nephew, if it doesn't rain or snow on the Winter Clothes Festival, please go to Pheasant County one day in advance, and then we will go to Wancheng to visit the county guard, by the way, this rice cake is crispy and delicious, don't forget to bring some when the time comes, I'm afraid it's a bit rude to go empty-handed......"

Sitting on the horse, Jiang Beiting reluctantly told Chen Xu for a long time, and then rode his horse to leave Xiaohe Village, and also took away a large bag of rice cakes and two tubes of fruit candy.

"Last time...... That's all it was last time...... Forget it......" Jiang Chuyue glanced at Chen Xu one last time, whispered with an unprecedentedly red face, and then ran away.

"Last time? Forget about what happened last time? Chen Xu wiped his chin and was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of being splashed with water last time, and suddenly couldn't help pouting.

Seeing Jiang Beiting and the others walk away, Chen Xu turned around and began to clean up the stall after making rice candy.

Wang Wu and Wang Qi then fried the chestnuts, put the fried ones into a clay pot and sealed them, while Chen Jiang took the finished rice candy in a basket and sent some to the village door to door.

And Chen Xu took out another basket of sour dates and poured them into the pot to boil, ready to make some sour date cakes.

After a busy day, after dinner, Chen Xu took out the wool and a few sharpened bamboo needles and began to recall the process of weaving wool.

To be honest, knitting wool is not complicated, in the past, whether it was a rural person or a city person, most women would knit sweaters, sweaters, pants and scarves by hand, because the sweaters and pants worn by Chen Xu when he was a child were knitted by his mother.

And when he was in junior high school, there was a girl who saw that his hands were frozen and got chilblains, and he kindly knitted a pair of gloves for him, which he treasured for many years, and finally was taken by the Chinese pastoral dog at home to make a nest, and a litter of cubs was laid on it, and since then, that warm memory has completely disappeared.

Chen Xu has seen a lot of women as soon as they are idle will pick up a woolen ball and a few bamboo needles poke, fingers hooked back and forth, seemingly casual but fast action is not clear at all, it can be called a shadowless hand, chatting and chatting between half a day to knit a long section, fast women can knit a sweater in three or five days, and there are a variety of fancies, but although Chen Xu has seen a lot, but in fact has not done it, after these days of slow recollection, I almost remembered some of the simplest techniques, At least the simplest movements of winding and stitching can still be remembered, as for the difficult advanced skills of weaving patterns, it is estimated that they can only be said after they are said, let Chen Jiangshi slowly comprehend and figure out, women's minds are delicate and patient, as long as they are studied slowly, many complex knitting techniques can always be slowly studied.

You must know that knitting sweaters was not popular for many years in later generations, because the history of wool was originally very short, it was introduced to China in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, and then slowly spread in the concession, and finally it became a trend completely, and knitting sweaters almost became a fashion.

Ancient women will be laughed at if they can't weave and embroider, and women in the Republic of China period will be looked down upon if they can't knit sweaters, Chinese women are especially ingenious, and the simple thing of knitting sweaters has developed into a thorough culture, and slowly replaced embroidery has become a fashion, and then weave out countless complex patterns, each woman will weave a few good-looking and warm sweaters for her whole family, Girls in middle and high school will also knit a beautiful scarf for the boy they like to express their concern and love.

Chen Xu sat on the kang, took out a roll of fine wool, while recalling the action of his mother and female classmates when they played wool, while wrapping the thread into a figure 8 around a bamboo needle, about three inches long, picked up another bamboo needle and began to needle through the last hole, and then thought for a long time and clumsily used his little thumb to wrap the wool around the bamboo needle, and then pulled the bamboo needle back at the same time to pick out the yarn that was wound up and then threaded into the next hole.

Although the action is simple, and it seems to be right, it is this simple action that the sweat that poked Chen Xu's forehead three or five times came out.

Nima's fine work of weaving wool is not suitable for rough men at all, and it is too special to test patience and endurance, so he has only half woven the three-inch long starting thread before he has begun to feel dizzy, and several times the bamboo needles poked his hands.

While Chen Xu was weaving the wool, Chen Jiang and Xing'er sat quietly watching from the side, the two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, barely blinking, feeling both novel and puzzled, and did not understand the meaning of twisting the wool together in this way.

"Huh~" nearly twenty minutes passed, a three-inch-long section of wool was finally knitted for the first time, Chen Xu used the first needle vacated to weave the second layer, this time it only took about ten minutes to finish, at this time it can already be seen that a simple wool composed of wool The prototype of a simple wool.

"Mother, you can try it, it's very simple!" Chen Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the two needles in his hand to Chen Jiang.

Chen Jiang was very nervous after taking it.

When Chen Xu got two large baskets of wool thread from the town, she asked about the use, Chen Xu said that it was used to knit clothes, because of the sudden arrival of a large group of people who repaired the house and repaired the kang and Wang Qingsleeve, and it dragged on for more than a month, she almost forgot about it, but she didn't expect that her son cut two bamboo needles after dinner tonight to teach her how to make a sweater.

Now her son has demonstrated both sides, she has seen clearly, as a woman who can weave cloth by herself, this simple principle she instantly understood, this is just a way of weaving, two bamboo needles are actually equivalent to warp and weft, but there is only one thread, with two bamboo needles to knot the warp and weft together, repeatedly interwoven layer by layer will become a piece of cloth.

Chen Jiang learned from Chen Xu's appearance, hooked the yarn with the little finger of his right hand, began to needle, and then slowly knitted it under Chen Xu's guidance, two minutes later, she didn't need Chen Xu's guidance to skillfully pick the needle, five minutes later, she was already very handy, twenty minutes later, Chen Xu sat next to him boredly and began to peel chestnuts, because Chen Jiang's technique has been very fast, although there is occasionally a slight hesitation, but basically there is a little bit of the posture of women knitting sweaters in later generations gradually began to be handy, twenty minutes later, Chen Jiang's has already woven to the fifth layer.

"Mother, it's almost, this is an experiment, you can disassemble it and weave a wider towel to try!" Chen Xu looked at Chen Jiang's engrossed expression of complete immersion, if he continued to weave, he would finally finish weaving a three-inch-wide wool belt.

"Xu'er, can you still use this wool after removing it?" Chen Jiang obediently stopped, wiped the slight sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and said.

"The yarn can be dismantled and used repeatedly!" Chen Xu nodded again and again, remembering the sweater that his mother knitted for himself when he was a child, once it was small, it was dismantled into threads, and some new woolen yarns were added to weave into a big one, and the next year when it was small, he dismantled and re-knitted the threads, so when he was in junior high school, Chen Xu's sweaters were particularly fancy, one yellow, one red and one white, just like a rainbow man.

Pull out two bamboo needles, grab the thread with your hand and pull it gently, a piece of woven woolen cloth disappeared instantly, leaving only a bunch of twisted wool, under the guidance of Chen Xu, Chen Jiang raised a foot-wide head on the sweater needle, and then concentrated on indulging in it, Chen Xu felt bored, so he and Xing'er together wound the thread on the spindle into a ball of thread.

The next night.

After dinner, the sweaters in the room became two, the scarf woven by Chen Jiang's had become more than a foot long, and Xing'er also got two shorter bamboo needles and began to weave a small scarf in Chen Jiang's way, with a focused and serious expression on her little face.

Chen Xu sat cross-legged on the kang, holding a roll of yellowed old bamboo slips, carefully identifying the handwriting on it word by word, and then picked up the brush and copied it on a piece of hemp pulp paper stroke by stroke, and the room was peaceful and warm.