Fang Jing looked at the fruit tree in front of him, there were some cyan fruits growing on the tree, and he wanted to reach out and pick one, but he didn't expect that the two little babies in the yard had been staring at him, which made him a little embarrassed to behave like this, and he felt like a thief.

In fact, the tree in front of Fang Jing's eyes is a fig tree, native to Arabia, West Asia and other places, it has been introduced to China in the Western Han Dynasty, but there are only some in the north, and the south is only a rare and sporadic number, the fig ripens in the south in July and August, and in the north, the ripening time is around October.

Fig fruit, has a different effect, has the function of lowering blood lipids, reducing fat, but also has the effect of strengthening the stomach and clearing the intestines, treating enteritis, dysentery, constipation, hemorrhoids, sore throat, carbuncle scabies, throat, appetizing and deworming, in the history of Chinese medicine, there are many medical classics about figs.

It's normal for Fang Jing not to know this fig tree, Fang Jing in his previous life was originally a southerner, and this kind of fruit is indeed rare, but he has also seen some pictures or something, so he can't remember what this fruit tree is.

"Dad, we're back." At this moment, there was a shout from outside the courtyard gate, which made Fang Jing even more reluctant to reach out and pick the fruit on this tree.

A middle-aged man, resisting some farm tools, entered the courtyard, followed by a woman, who looked less than thirty years old.

The man and woman who entered the courtyard saw Fang Jing standing under the tree in the courtyard, and they were very curious, they didn't seem to have such relatives in their own family, and this person was carrying a burden and a long sword on his back.

"Hello two, I'm here to spend the night, I'm disturbing a lot, I hope you'll forgive me." Fang Jing watched the behavior of the two of them and knew that they must have mistaken themselves for a bad person, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"Leng'er, Lu'er, you're back, this little brother is here to spend the night at our house, don't be nervous." The old man who came out of the stove room, carrying a chicken that was shedding its hair, said to his son and daughter-in-law, and then went into the stove room to get busy.

"This little brother, I'm sorry, we rarely have outsiders here." The man, who was called Leng'er by the old man, replied to Fang Jing a little embarrassedly, and let go of his vigilance just now, and the woman, after just smiling, went to the stove room to help the old man.

"I was passing through here, and I saw that it was getting late, so I came to your house to spend the night, and I was very disturbed." Fang Jing bowed, indicating that she had no malicious intent.

"It's okay, it's okay." The man was a little at a loss, in his eyes, he thought that Fang Jing was a scholar, and this behavior was fundamentally different from them, not to mention, the person in front of him was much better dressed than them, and he was a little embarrassed in his heart, and he had some inferiority.

Fang Jing didn't say anything more, turned his head and continued to stare at the fruit on the tree, thinking in his heart if he could pick one and taste it.

The fruit trees that can be planted at home, Fang Jing thinks that it can't be poisonous, otherwise, if someone's little baby is curious to pick one and eat it, it will be fatal.

Therefore, this was Fang Jing's idea of picking one to taste it, although he suspected in his heart that he must have seen such a fruit tree fruit, but he just couldn't remember what it was, only after tasting it, maybe he could recall something.

The man stood quietly to the side, watching Fang Jing keep staring at the fruit on the tree, and estimated in his heart that the stranger in front of him would definitely pick his own fruit to eat, but for him, it didn't matter, anyway, it was just some fruit.

But the two little babies beside him thought in their hearts that they hadn't eaten their own fruits yet, why did this stranger who had just arrived at his home pick his own fruits to eat?

If Fang Jing knew the thoughts of these two little babies, then there must be an idea of finding a crack in the ground to get into, which means that our Fang Jing has robbed you of your fruit, and this face will be lost.

It was getting dark, and the fragrance in the stove room wafted out, making Fang Jing, who was already a little hungry, start to have a ringing stomach.

And the two little babies in the yard were even more lured by this fragrance to drool, and then, instead of staring at Fang Jing who was about to steal their fruits in this courtyard, they went to the stove room to see what their grandfather and mother were making delicious food, and why it was so fragrant.

The man on the side of the courtyard, busy with the carpenter work in his hands, swallowed his saliva when he smelled the fragrance, and then looked up at the stranger who was still standing under the tree, thinking in his heart, this chicken must have been bought by this stranger with money, but he didn't have chickens in his own house, and he didn't have any money to buy chickens to eat.

When the night fell, the man stopped what he was doing, and began to light a few torches and put them in the courtyard, adding a lot of light to the courtyard, and Fang Jing was no longer under the tree, but he didn't go into the stove room to see, just stood quietly on the side, looking at the man, doing carpenter's work.

For people who have a craft, Fang Jing is still very envious and respectful, maybe people's craftsmanship is not the most exquisite, but it is definitely better than himself, just the cabinet made by the man just now, Fang Jing feels very beautiful, and it looks quite sturdy, although it is a pine wood product, but it is absolutely durable, for the Zhuang family, this is also a rare belonging, it is much better than his own family before.

After a while, the man took out the low table in the room, put it in the courtyard, and brought several low stools over and set them aside.

A moment later, the woman came out of the stove with a large clay pot and placed it on a low table, and the old man put two plates of vegetables on one side of the table.

"Little brother, please eat, there are two chickens in this pot, and this rice is just rice at home, please don't dislike it." The old man watched his son bring a few bowls of rice and put them on the table, and then shouted to Fang Jing to eat dinner.

The two little babies stood beside their mother-in-law, standing quietly to the side, staring at the chicken in the clay pot on the low table, swallowing their saliva fiercely.

Fang Jing was not polite, walked over directly, sat on a low stool, picked up a bowl of rice, took chopsticks, sandwiched some chicken in the pot, and ate it.

The old man and his family, after watching Fang Jing sit down to eat, also sat down, picked up his rice bowl, and ate with green vegetables.

But when Fang Jing was about to go to the chicken in the pot again, he was a little embarrassed when he saw that their family only ate green vegetables, but they didn't clip the chicken in the pot.

Although this practice is basically the same in the villager's house, even if it is to invite guests to eat and make a good dish, it is also close to the concept of guest priority, and their own family is eating other dishes.

And the two plates of green vegetables in this family, although they are boiled vegetables, there is little oil and water, and it is estimated that the taste is not very good, but if Fang Jing really only eats his own and doesn't care about others, then Fang Jing will really be a little unpalatable.

Fang Jing couldn't care about this matter for others, and there was no reason to care about it, but under his own nose, Fang Jing really couldn't do it.

"Uncle, eldest brother and sister-in-law, you also eat, there is still a lot of chicken in this pot, don't just care about me to eat, you also eat some, I can't eat these two chickens alone." Fang Jing stopped his chopsticks and said to the old man and his family.

"Little brother, this can't be helped, this chicken was originally bought with the money you spent, this is for you to eat, how can we have this blessing to eat this chicken, little brother, you just eat it yourself." After listening to Fang Jing's words, the old man was happy in his heart, but for him, this was not daring, how could there be a reason for others to spend money to buy things and share the food by themselves.

"Uncle, this chicken is made to eat, although I bought it with money, but if there is no stove in your house, this chicken can't be made, so let's eat it separately." Although Fang Jing said that he was kind, this matter was indeed something that should not be done for the old man's family, but for Fang Jing, it was nothing.

After Fang Jing finished speaking, he directly stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a lot of chicken and handed it to the bowl of the two little babies, which made the two little babies open their eyes wide, looked at the chicken in the bowl, looked at Fang Jing again, and then looked at their elders, they didn't know what to do.

"Eat, eat more." Fang Jing basically doesn't talk about etiquette and etiquette, in Fang Jing's words, modern people's thoughts, and the thoughts of ancient people, are easy to collide, and the intersection of the two ideas is also very prone to problems, it is better to be more direct, and it can save a lot of trouble.

But Fang Jing's action made the old Han family a little overwhelmed, in their eyes, Fang Jing was a scholar, for them, a scholar could only be an existence to look up to, and they had never seen such a scholar.

"Thank you, little brother." The old man didn't know what to say, he was grateful, he could not eat, but his own pair of grandchildren with longing eyes were slanderous, so he could only thank the little brother in front of him.

"It's okay, eat it, I'm like this, I'm actually a farmer's family, there are many small babies in the family, there are basically no rules at home, there is food, you have to share, now I come to my husband to spend the night here, although it is a guest, but my guest is different from other guests, so, don't pay attention to so much, eat together if you have food, eat well, and sleep well, I have to hurry tomorrow." Fang Jing could only say that he was a farmer, so as to bring everyone closer, so as not to make this meal a little embarrassing.

"Oh? The little brother is also a banker? But how I don't look like an old man, he looks like a scholar. After hearing Fang Jing's words, the old man felt a little strange in his heart, is there such a clean and gentle farmer? At least the scholars he saw were like Fang Jing was now.

"Uncle, I'm really a farmer, I just read some books and become a gentleman, it's nothing great, I have to go to the fields to work at home." After Fang Jing finished speaking, he continued to eat the chicken nuggets, and by the way, he also tasted some green vegetables eaten by the old man's family.

This taste also feels that the taste is very good, with both, and sandwiched some green vegetables and ate a few more bites, to confirm that the taste is still good, at least in the absence of much oil and water, this salt is still very suitable, I wondered, is this salt now reduced in price?

Fang Jing may not know that less than a hundred miles away from here, there is a lot of salt soil, for the people here, salt is really not a precious item, and everyone near here can boil salt.

The old man's family, for what Fang Jing said, is basically skeptical, the scholar is still a gentleman, why do you still go to the field to farm, isn't this a bad identity of the scholar.

Although I was puzzled, it could be regarded as narrowing the distance between the two sides, eating silently, Fang Jing didn't say anything more, if you don't eat, you won't eat, but Fang Jing will always put some chicken in the bowl of the two little babies, although the chicken in the pot is not big, the two of them are added together, not to mention five or six catties.

The two little babies were really happy for a long time by Fang Jing's pick-up of vegetables, while eating the chicken in the bowl, they looked at the stranger in front of them, the more they looked at the stranger in front of them, the more cordial they felt, even if Fang Jing went to pick all the fruits they were going to eat in the future, they wouldn't say a word to Fang Jing.

After the meal, there was still half of the chicken in this pot, and Fang Jing only ate a few more bowls of rice, fortunately, there was enough salt in this dish, otherwise, Fang Jing would not be able to eat so much, Fang Jing just thought, leave this half of the chicken for their family to eat, they would be full anyway.

After dinner, the old man lined up Fang Jing in a room, and as the night deepened, he began to sleep.

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