Qian Peiying and Song Fuling from modern times are stupid.

When the villagers heard them say that it was good to eat this, but it was rare to eat this, they poured it into broken rice porridge with the freshest royal jelly.

I don't need to scoop it with a spoon, I can't stop it.

The women smiled with rough red faces and said, "No, whatever."

They felt that they couldn't speak, so they knew that it was rare for Mrs. and Miss Young Master to be able to hear it, and they wanted to make this good thing for the county master's family to eat more.

Qian Peiying never dared to think that one day she would be able to eat royal jelly like this, and if she didn't let her stop it, she would have to stop it, it would be a scourge.

"I can't use these at once, but I'm not allowed to put them again, and my body can't stand it if I eat too much.

Listen to me, and you will save more and keep it in a cool place in the cellar.

After this hot day, I will ask you magistrates to help you sell at a good price.

Then you will buy more food, huh? I can also marry a wife for the baby at home. ”

When chatting just now, Qian Peiying learned that there are few fields here, and there is not much wealth in the village, and girls from other villages don't like to marry in to accompany beekeeping.

Therefore, if the children in the village want to marry a good mother-in-law, they will have a lot more money than the bride price in other villages.

After listening to Qian Peiying's words, the peasant women were really trembling with excitement, but because of their status, they couldn't grab the hand of the county master's wife. will only work harder to pick up the rice.

Kill chickens, slaughter geese, pick vegetables, soak fungus, wash mushrooms.

The mother who was full of hoards even took out the honey she had hidden in the house.

It's just her family, with a large population, a lot of bees, and her sons have strong brains and bodies, otherwise they can be so poor that they can afford to build a new house and hide honey for themselves.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

Song Jinbao wrinkled his face and swallowed the porridge cooked with royal jelly, what did it taste like, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't waste food, he would have wanted to vomit.

Song Poria was okay, she deliberately tasted the royal jelly porridge, and whispered to Mrs. Ma: "Astringent, spicy, numb, sour, sour taste is greater than other tastes." ”

Mrs. Ma was surprised, she only drank this porridge sourly, how long was the fat girl's mouth.

The mother of the hoard saw that Song Jinbao and Mi Shou did not like to eat this kind of porridge, so she immediately used a small pot to recook some millet porridge.

The boiled millet porridge was brought to Mi Shou and Song Jinbao.

Then he opened his honey jar, scooped out a few large spoonfuls of honey and put them in a bowl in front of the two young masters.

Young masters can pour honey directly into the porridge and drink, or they can wait for the meal to be good and dip it in honey with dry food to eat.

After his sister, Mi Shou commented on the lime tree honey painting:

"Well, it's so honey, it will flow into the throat by itself when it reaches the mouth, sweet but not greasy throat, fine tongue smacking, and a hint of sourness."

Speaking of this, he also licked his lower lips: "But the sweet taste and fragrance are very strong, and they cover the slightest sourness." ”

Mrs. Ma asked Jinbao, "Did you eat anything?" ”

Jinbao said sweet.

Mrs. Ma rolled her eyes, you can't resist the fat girl and Mi Shou when you eat.

Could it be that the old Qian family's ancestral inheritance is really better than the old Song family in all aspects? She really didn't want to admit it.

When Song Fusheng and his party came back, Qian Peiying told Song Fusheng about the royal jelly as soon as possible.

Yes, got it.

Song Fusheng looked at those expectant eyes, not only did he help the beekeeper sell this in public, but also specially instructed that he must store it well, and our own people must not eat it again.

Because he was already preparing in his heart to send royal jelly and pine stone to the palace.

The emperor is the best product spokesperson.

In the courtyard of Lizheng's house, everyone sat on a small bench to eat. Single

You can eat this meal, it looks like it is not on the ground, but it tastes fragrant.

Chicken stewed mushrooms, as much as you want, the mushrooms stewed are all meaty.

Lying eggs, this thing is fragrant when you eat bibimbap.

Stir-fried cabbage with wild mushrooms.

Goose stew in an iron pot.

Steamed chicken blood.

Salt fried cicada pupa.

Stir-fried fungus with green onions, in this dish, the fellow also put slices of bacon.

Braised eggplant in sauce.

Braised loaches in sauce.

The trembling tofu was served on the table, the washed shallots, the diced mother-in-law, the cut fresh radish strips, and a bowl of meat sauce were placed and dipped in the sauce.

Four tables, ten dishes on the table, this is the best food that the people of the whole village can come up with to entertain the Qingtian lord.

The staple food is porridge and leek paste.

Song Fusheng slapped the mosquitoes that landed on his arms, and after eating a full meal, he shook the pu fan in his hand and listened to the villagers with a smile.

Song Fuling and Mrs. Ma also ate fragrantly.

I didn't feel guilty for coming to this poor village to eat so well.

Guilty of what?

The Song family knows better than anyone that today's father (San'er) dares to serve the rice bowl of the villager's family, and he will give this village a lot of food in the future.

No longer empty rice bowls, no longer hungry meals, and even strive to celebrate the New Year this year, so that the people and every household in this village can eat these ten dishes as Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

That night, Song Poria ate and drank enough to chat with the girls in the village, and also learned how to distinguish the expiration date of honey.

Isn't it written on our modern bottle for eighteen months? She deliberately entered the space to take a look.

But the village girls told her that in fact the pure honey could last for many years.

If you don't feel at ease, observe with your eyes, if the honey has a lot of bubbles and becomes thin, and then smell it, it means that you can't ask for it.

Even if there is no honey in the village, it is impossible to ask for it, and these are also said by the old people.

Mrs. Ma came over and listened to her ears and said, "Granddaughter, go back to sleep with your milk, you have to get up early tomorrow." Don't ask about the useless ones, your father sells the honey, and there's nothing left of it. "Inquire about the superfluous things.

On the second day, Song Fusheng and them climbed the mountain under the leadership of Man Ho'er and several strong laborers in the village.

Afraid of the cold on the mountain, Mi Shou and Jinbao carried a piece of clothing on their backs, and they opened their eyes when they read the book of Master Qin, and they felt that they had done a good job.

In fact, there is nothing peculiar in modern times, that is, Qian Peiying added two shoulder straps to the children's clothes according to the inspiration of Bosideng's down jackets, which are carried on the shoulders when it is hot, and just pull the sleeves over the sleeves when it is cold.

What made Master Qin's and the officials even more eye-opening was that the county magistrate's family climbed the mountain from old to young.

The eldest Mrs. Ma is stronger than the man who was wheezing and panting in Master Qin's book.

The daughter of the county magistrate, who looks very delicate, actually has a professional tree-climbing tool cat paws, and jumps up the tree in three or two clicks, and the frightened Qin Zhushu touched his heart and shouted, no, look at it.

Not to mention the strong men like the rich and the four strong iron heads, it feels like a tiger returning to the mountain.

Two days later, the group left the beekeeping village and went to the "Ginseng Village." ”

The vehicle drove far away, and the beekeepers still knelt in place and did not stand up.

Because Song Fusheng said, thirty wen a catty, all received.

The villagers who entertained the rural group did not know that Song Zhixian not only had to form an army-like team to collect ginseng, honey, royal jelly, pine stones, dried fungus and dried mushrooms, but he also wanted the people to be busy in autumn and winter, catch forest frogs, and collect forest frogs.

He's going to get it out.