Yan Heng didn't know how many years he hadn't cooked this kind of farmhouse meal, but now he can still cook it with ease.

The rice is the new rice that the farmer across the street harvested only last autumn, and the grains are plump and shiny.

After Yan Heng washed the rice and poured water into the iron pot, he hung the iron pot on the iron hook hanging in the center of the fire pit, and after closing the lid, he piled up the flammable dried bamboo leaves in the fire pit, and the firewood was placed on the pile of dried bamboo leaves, and the fire was made with flint, and the red flame was hot.

Xiao Yan Song couldn't help but giggle at Yan Heng, no matter how difficult life is, as long as there is warmth, you can be happy.

Seeing that there was a kettle next to the fire pit, Yan Heng filled the kettle with water, simmered it next to the fire, took out the bacon wrapped in lotus leaves and washed it next to the well outside the grass shed, and after the bacon was washed, perhaps the water in the kettle was also hot, and then it was washed with hot water, and then boiled with boiling water, and it could be cut into meat slices and fried with wild vegetables.

Xiao Yan Song had already gone out to collect wild vegetables at this time.

Although his family has dozens of acres of land, his father does not farm, and for some reason he does not rent to the clansmen, so that many good fields are wasted, and now a lot of wild vegetables have grown, and a field in front of the house is full of green wild vegetables.

A field next to someone else's house is already full of water, just waiting to be planted and harvested.

After Xiao Yan Song came back from picking wild vegetables from the field in front of the house, Yan Heng was already starting to cut and cook the sterilized bacon.

Thin as cicada wings, the transparent and bright bacon slices are stacked into a mountain shape on the old pine cutting board, which is easy to arouse people's cravings.

Yan Heng saw that Xiao Yan Song kept a halazi, so he said while cutting: "Take a piece and eat it yourself." ”

"Hehe, thank you, brother!"

As soon as Xiao Yan Song heard this, his little paws grabbed a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth like a spirit snake.

Xiao Yan Song wiped it with his mouth, held a pair of greasy little hands, and hurriedly jumped: "It's delicious, it's delicious!" ”

Yan Heng couldn't help but smile, at this time, Xiao Yan Song might be satisfied with a piece of bacon, and cheered, and I don't know if he will be easily satisfied after he really becomes the first assistant of a country in the future.

Perhaps by that time, the taste of food brought by the delicacies of the mountains and seas was far less than the salty bacon slices at the moment.

The sun was overcast, and the slightly cold valley wind blew into the small Qili Village, and the rape flowers around it swayed with the wind, rippling golden waves.

The house was too narrow, so Yan Heng put the small wooden table for eating under the locust tree outside the house.

At this time, a bowl of stir-fried bacon with wild vegetables and a bowl of wild vegetable soup were ready, and they were placed on a small wooden table, and there were two bowls of slightly thinner rice on the table.

Yan Heng hadn't cooked a farmhouse meal for a long time, so he added more water and simmered for a while without letting the rice dry out.

However, this is still a sumptuous lunch for himself and Xiao Yan Song, and it is also his first meal in Daming, simple but not simple.

Driving away a bee, Yan Heng sat on the small table and handed a pair of bamboo chopsticks to Xiao Yan Song: "Let's eat!" ”

Xiao Yan Song did not move.

"Eat!"

Yan Heng saw that Xiao Yan Song didn't move, so he said a word, and then put a piece of bacon in his mouth first, and suddenly felt that the entire hungry stomach was like a resurrected octopus in an instant, and he wanted to suck these fat and protein mixtures into his esophagus, and instantly felt that his life was very full.

There is no monosodium glutamate, and there is no Pixian Douban or Lao Gan Ma to improve the taste, only the saltiness of the bacon itself, the taste buds don't like it, but the stomach likes it very much.

Xiao Yan Song saw that his brother Yan Heng moved the chopsticks first, so he directly picked up two slices and put them in the bowl, and kept pouring them into his mouth with rice.

"Slow down!"

Yan Heng scooped up a spoonful of wild vegetable soup and handed it to Xiao Yan Song's mouth.

Xiao Yan Song, who was a little choked, hurriedly drank the soup in the spoon in one gulp, and as soon as he swallowed his little belly, he seemed to swallow the food that was crowded in his esophagus into his stomach, and then gobbled it up.

"Is it really delicious?"

Seeing this, Yan Heng asked, and Xiao Yan Song, who had already swallowed, waved his hand: "Brother, my father said that if you eat without speaking, you are a gentleman!" ”

Yan Heng rolled his eyes, this little Yan Song ate the same as a little pig grabbing food, and the result was also exquisite.

"You're right, eat without speaking", Yan Heng can't use authority to oppress people just because he is his brother, it's wrong to say food without saying anything, but his brother also has his brother's way of revenge, so he pretended to order seriously:

"Sit upright!

Hold your chopsticks steady!

Don't spill the rice!

A bite of food and a bite of food, no gobbling up! ”

Xiao Yan Song is very well-behaved, Yan Heng's orders were all obeyed at first, but later he also felt uncomfortable eating too decently, so he shook his hand and said coquettishly: "Oh, brother, can you not do this, Xiao Song just wants to eat well." ”

Yan Heng pointed his chopsticks, still with a serious expression: "Eat but don't speak!" ”

Xiao Yan Song had to pout, and then ate uprightly, aggrieved.

"Do you think there are too many rules, life is too tiring, but there is no way, there is no way to make a circle without rules", Yan Heng didn't care whether Xiao Yan Song, a little kid, could understand or not, and said casually, and sacrificed the Five Organs Temple himself.

After the meal was over, Xiao Yan Song also learned from his cousin Yan Zhishi to lick his oily mouth, touch his convex little belly, and bask in the afternoon sun on the stones.

No matter how Yan Heng looks at it, he is very much like the old Yan Ge who will be the first assistant and a high-ranking official in the future.

During the Ming Dynasty, the country was rich and the people were solid, in this small Qili Village, especially after the meal was full, the feeling was particularly obvious, the houses were like that, the chickens and dogs barked, and the farmers went back and forth between the fields and their houses, making people feel calm and warm.

Yan Heng is very glad that he has traveled to this peaceful era, not in the chaotic times like the late Ming Dynasty.

Although the political struggle during the Chenghua period was also fierce, with the current age of himself and Xiao Yan Song, at least the swords and swords on the temple could not affect the peaceful life of his family.

Moreover, in another three years, it will enter the Hongzhi era, the prosperous period of the Ming Dynasty, the general environment will get better and better, even if it comes to the Jiajing era in the future, the Japanese will not fight in Jiangxi, and there is no need to worry too much, as long as Xiao Yan Song no longer has the original historical ending, he can live a life in the Ming Dynasty.

This life seems to be very promising, maybe you can take a few more concubines and live a slightly more erosive rich life.

Yan Heng couldn't help but fantasize, but when he saw that Xiao Yan Song was also taking a nap, and still dreaming, and reading "Little Lulu" stupidly, he suddenly realized that his quality of life in Daming was closely related to the future of this little Yan Song.

Therefore, the selfish Yan Heng hurriedly came over and patted Xiao Yan Song: "I've slept enough, it's time to get up and read, have you memorized the three-character scripture, the thousand-character text, or anything?" ”

Xiao Yan Song rubbed his sleepy eyes, then sat back on his buttocks, shook his calves and said, "Oh, brother, just let me sleep a little longer, Xiao Lulu is playing with me in her dreams." ”

"Look, it's only five years old, it's a serious patient with lovesickness, and the little girl who has a crush on someone to this extent, if it is not guided by the great and righteous thoughts, I'm afraid that I can only be an infatuated person in this life."

Yan Heng couldn't help but think so.