Mrs. Mo roared angrily, slammed down Miao Cuicui, and walked in front of her.

The pheasant didn't have to eat, and she was scolded, Miao Cuicui held her anger, and as soon as she raised her head, she met the eyes of her own man, and immediately thought of his action to make way for Shen Qiushui's family, and she was angry.

"Look at what, people wish we had a bad time, only you are a good person in front of you!" The more Miao Cuicui said, the more aggrieved she became.

"Shen Qiushui follows your third brother to eat and drink spicy food every day, I can't even eat a full meal with you, I am blind to see you such a useless person!"

She complained so loudly that everyone in the nearby fields could hear it.

Others also have some bad feelings in their hearts.

You can hunt a bunch of prey just by going up the mountain, who doesn't blush.

They are still struggling with food and clothing every day, and people eat wine and drink meat, who is not envious!

There is only envy, except for those who really can't afford to eat, no one dares to drill into the mountains.

Shen Qiushui and Mo Changtian walked on the way home, leaving the paddy field, Shen Qiushui was about to let go of Mo Changtian's palm, but who knew that he would be held by the other party.

The other party didn't mean to let go, so Shen Qiushui went to him, although they had only been together for a few months, they had the meaning of an old husband and wife.

Mo Changtian firmly held Shen Qiushui's little hand, and the touch was like a freshly peeled egg.

Her mother spoiled Shen Qiushui's ten fingers and did not touch the spring water, and when she married into the Mo family, she was even more directly rotten, she didn't go to the ground and didn't work, even Mrs. Mo couldn't do anything about her, and her little hands were more tender than her face.

After returning to Luo's house, the two separated.

Mo Changtian handled hares and pheasants, while Shen Qiushui turned out the eggs and concocted the collected medicinal herbs.

A few precious medicinal herbs were collected, especially wild ginseng, which were very valuable.

Such medicinal materials are hard to find, and it has not yet reached the point of being hungry, adhering to her love for this thing, Shen Qiushui does not plan to buy it, she plans to keep it for herself after it is concocted.

The bamboo frame and dustpan under the eaves that are specially used to dry medicinal materials are specially made for her by Mo Changtian.

Shen Qiushui simply processed a few medicinal herbs, and put them on a bamboo rack to dry, if the next few days were such good weather as today, they would soon be able to dry.

On the other side of the yard, Mo Changtian cut off the vine that bound the pheasant.

The noisy pheasants were all in a state of fainting, and the only one who was awake was the smallest but most interesting pheasant with a very poor color.

It didn't make a fuss when Mo Changtian cut the vines, and after regaining its freedom, it was "clucking" around its unconscious companions.

It's just an ordinary pheasant, but it just makes people see a smug look.

The pheasant's best hairs on its tail were all broken, and its back was pecked by other pheasants near its tail.

The gate was closed, and the pheasant couldn't run out, so Mo Changtian didn't tie him up again, but began to deal with a few pheasants on the ground that didn't move.

He summoned Mo Dong and asked him to carry the pheasant and put the pheasant head down.

Putting a large bowl on the ground, Mo Changtian plucked a few pinches of soft feathers on the neck of the pheasant, and took a kitchen knife to cut the neck meat exposed by the pheasant after plucking.

The pheasant had not been dead for long, and it was still bleeding.

The five pheasants on the ground were bloodied, enough to fill two bowls, just enough to make blood tofu.

The pheasants are small, and Mo Changtian doesn't plan to sell them, so he keeps them all for his own food.

After draining the pheasant's blood, put away the bowl, and make a fire to boil water to scald the chicken feathers.

In the courtyard, Mo Yu chased the pheasant who survived from Mo Changtian's hands.

Mo Dong stood on the side and watched, and saw Mo Changtian coming out of the kitchen with a bucket, and hurriedly stepped forward to help pluck chicken feathers.

The chicken feathers are drenched in boiling water, which is very easy to pluck and can be pulled casually to separate the chicken feathers from the chicken.

Mo Yu was probably tired of chasing, and he was out of breath and didn't want to chase anymore, but ran over and wanted to pluck chicken feathers.

Mo Changtian was afraid that the two children would be scalded by water, so he found a dustpan and proposed a pheasant to put on it, so that the two children could pluck their feathers.

The skinny pheasant ran to Mo Yu's side, and instead of feeling that this scene was terrifying, he stretched his neck to peck at the hair on the pheasant in the dustpan.

"Giggle~" The pheasant pecking out a mouthful of feathers flapped its wings proudly.

In the past, it was often bullied, but it was it that survived to the end, and it was naturally proud.

After the efforts of several people, the chicken feathers were plucked clean.

Looking at the bare chicken, Mo Yu swallowed his saliva, and his face flushed with excitement.

She still remembers the taste of bamboo chicken last time.

Mo Changtian looked at the two children happily, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

He washed and dried a few long and beautiful chicken feathers on the tail of the pheasant before breaking the belly of the chicken.

Looking at the chicken in front of him, he thought about it and decided to ask Shen Qiushui to see how she planned to eat it.

Shen Qiushui was cleaning up the medicinal herbs at this time, and when Mo Changtian came over, she had just washed a bunch of Chinese medicine roots, and she was still holding a handful of Codonopsis that had not been leafed.

The roots have been washed and appear yellowish-white.

Hearing Mo Changtian ask herself what to do with this pheasant, she subconsciously glanced at the codonopsis in her hand.

"It's better to stew two, it just so happens that I have medicinal herbs here, what do you think?"

Going into the mountains to collect medicine today is like going to a medicine store to buy goods, there are so many medicinal materials in the valley that Shen Qiushui is dazzled, she will definitely have to go a few more times when she has time.

"Yes." Mo Changtian replied without thinking about it.

After eating, Shen Qiushui was not ambiguous, put down the things in his hand, and immediately took out the Chinese medicinal materials needed for stewed chicken and handed them to Mo Changtian.

Put the herbs and the processed pheasant into the pot together, add a few gourds of water, cover the lid, and make a fire to stew the chicken.

As time passed, a rich aroma wafted out of the pot.

Different from the previous fragrance, this time it is mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, mixed with the fragrance of pheasant, which makes people smell it and does not give birth to a bitter taste, but rather a mouthful.

Next door to the Luo family.

"What is Aunt Luo's house stewing, it's so fragrant!" Aunt Chun smelled this rich fragrance and swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

The two families are only separated by a wall, and since Shen Qiushui and they lived in Aunt Luo's house, they can smell the aroma of food coming from next door from time to time.

The aroma of the stewed chicken with Chinese medicine this time is more domineering than other smells, and people can't help but smell it a few more times, and they are already imagining the taste of soup in their minds.

"It should be stewed pheasant." Aunt Chun's daughter-in-law, Li Xianxian, opened her mouth to answer Aunt Chun'er's words.

Aunt Chun was busy with needlework at home today and didn't go out, and she didn't know the excitement over there in the paddy field, so Li Xianxian mentioned it to Aunt Chun by the way.

After listening to this, Aunt Chun snorted, feeling that Mrs. Mo was not a good thing, and she actually did such a shameless thing for the sake of a pheasant.

The aroma of the stewed chicken next door is even stronger.

Aunt Chun smashed her mouth, feeling that the dinner in her bowl was tasteless.

"It's really annoying to live next door to them, and I can't smell it." Aunt Chun sighed.