The sun is in the middle of the sky.

Aunt Zhou was busy preparing lunch.

In addition to the sloppy old man lying in the sun at a rice harvest, the brothers and sisters of the Feng family also started to fight.

There is an iron pot in the kitchen of the Zhou family, but the ears on both sides are gone, and there are several big scars.

Such a tattered iron pot is also a treasure, and other tenants in Nameless Village only use clay pots in their homes.

Although it is very easy to make iron now, it is not cheap to build such an iron pot, and Aunt Zhou's family is still given by the five years of Qianfeng and his wife.

Feng Rui was ready to show his hand, so he used this iron pot full of scars to fry cabbage.

It is impossible for the Zhou family to eat meat often, but cabbage and radish are available.

It is also strange to say that cabbage and radish should be grown in the north, but they also grow very well in this Zhejiang province.

Little sister Fengqi also inadvertently said that the weather is getting colder and colder every year.

"Brother Rui, the pot is already burning red, add some water quickly, otherwise it will burn and leak." Aunt Zhou watched the front of the stove burn the iron pot red without adding water, and wondered if he could cook.

"It doesn't matter, this iron pot does not leak, but the more it is burned, the stronger it becomes, and it will rust if it is not burned for a long time." Feng Rui picked up the horse spoon and dug up a piece of lard.

Speaking of this oil, animal fat is cheaper than vegetable oil today.

It can be seen that the pressing technology is still not in place.

As for what you said, why didn't Fengrui engage in oil squeezing and refining to make money?

The fact that people's pressing technology is not in place is that compared with later generations, there is no shortage of grinding and squeezing, but it is just waiting for refinement.

As for how to improve?

It's not clear.

"Oops! The pot is smoking, smoking! Brother Fengrui quickly add water, quickly add water... The little sister of the Zhou family hurriedly shouted when she saw the smoke.

Although there is an iron pot, people still rarely use it to stir-fry vegetables, and most of them are stewed with water.

Feng Rui threw the green onion, ginger and garlic into the pot without hurry.

Speaking of this, Feng Rui also wanted to complain that the emperor of this era also controlled the kitchen knives of the people.

Although it is not forbidden, there are rules for how long and how heavy it is.

Feng Rui has seen the people of the rivers and lakes carrying knives and swords all over the street, what is the matter, persimmons pick up soft pinching?

The oil was hot, and the ingredients were also put in, Feng Rui quickly poured the cabbage into it, and used a rag to help the edge of the pot, which was perfectly checked a few times.

It's even easier than before, and it seems that this body has really been trained.

Observing that the heat was almost over, Feng Rui quickly dug a spoonful of vinegar and cooked it along the pot, and the aroma of vinegar was immediately stimulated, making the little sister of the Zhou family snort directly.

"But there are no chili peppers, but fortunately, there are dogwoods that can also enhance the flavor." Feng Rui put down the salt to adjust his mouth, pressed a few more dogwoods and threw them in.

Feng Rui doesn't know if there are chili peppers at this time, anyway, the Zhou family doesn't have them.

"Brother Rui is really good at cooking!" Aunt Zhou was also shocked.

She had never seen an iron pot still be used like this, and in the past, making cabbage was nothing more than adding some water, adding some oil and salt, and boiling it.

Feng Qi also couldn't believe it, the eldest brother had never done this in the past.

Feng Rui smiled honestly, "Recently, I was recuperating from an injury at home, and I accidentally turned to a cookbook, so I learned a trick or two... ”

"What did A-Niang make, it's so fragrant!"

A person hurriedly ran outside the house, and took a deep breath of the aroma before seeing Feng Rui and Feng Qi.

"When did Brother Rui and Sister Qi come?"

It was Zhou Wuji, the second son of the Zhou family, who spoke.

"Second brother and second brother, Brother Rui and Sister Qi are going to open a tavern at home, you see, this is Brother Rui's stewed cabbage, isn't it very fragrant!" The little sister of the Zhou family stared at the fried cabbage on the plate like a sparrow, "Brother Rui still wants you to go to the second shop, second brother, you have to do a good job!" ”

Uncle Zhou and Zhou Dalang also came back, and they were very happy to see the Feng brothers and sisters.

"When I saw the old beggar at the dry pyre, I knew you were coming, but something happened?" Uncle Zhou is about fifty years old, and his body is very strong, and he looks at the sharp chess with a smile.

Looking at the old beggar Uncle Zhou is still more at ease, he is more knowledgeable than Aunt Zhou, and he knows that the old beggar is not simple.

After greeting everyone, the table was set down, and the group sat down around the table and talked about opening the tavern.

During this period, Feng Qi brought a bowl of rice to the old beggar grandfather.

The sloppy old man didn't plan to eat it, but he could see the cabbage in the bowl, and after eating a bite, he couldn't stop, and took half a plate with the bowl.

In addition to the old beggar snatching cabbage, there is another thing.

Just as they were about to eat enough, an old nun came from outside the courtyard, followed by a five or six-year-old baby, who looked like she wanted to break the fast.

It's just that the old nun was being seen by Feng Rui when she came in.

First, the sloppy old man frowned and looked at the old nun, and then the old nun also saw the sloppy old man and involuntarily took a step back.

The old nun didn't know how to advance or retreat, she was stunned for a while, and thought about it for a while to make a Buddhist salute to the sloppy old man, and then continued to enter the hospital to fast.

Could it be that the sloppy old man and the old nun have one leg, thinking sharply and darkly.

Well, the thought of this is disgusting and sharpens goosebumps.

But since the sloppy old man is a master, then this old nun is afraid that it is not simple.

Feng Rui touched his hairless chin, he didn't want to get involved in fighting and killing, so he should stay away from these not simple people.

As for the thighs, it is enough to have a sloppy old man.

"Meditation Master!"

Aunt Zhou was very familiar with the old nun, so she dug up the remaining dry rice from the steaming bucket and brought out a stir-fried cabbage.

When Feng Rui saw Aunt Zhou serving a plate alone, he thought that she wanted to keep it for the evening, but it turned out to be reserved for the old nun who came to fast.

"Thank you Lord Zhou, may the Bodhisattva bless!"

The old nun took her five or six-year-old baby to recite a long Buddhist sutra at the door of the courtyard, and then took the dry rice and fried cabbage.

Feng Rui looked at the old nun who was chanting very sincerely, and couldn't help but sigh.

Take a look, look at the people, and turn the fate into a necessary dedication.

Thinking about some monks, one by one sitting in the temple like Maitreya Buddha, only the remaining money is collected, and there is really a 'yuan' to meet.

"Amitabha! Mrs. Shi, I put meat oil in this fried cabbage, I don't know if Mrs. Shi is taboo or not? Feng Rui kindly reminded.

"Bodhisattva bless! The donor has a heart. The old nun charged back with a Buddhist salute.

Feng Rui caught another glimpse of the sloppy old man clenching the lonely crutch in his hand.

Could it be that this old nun has a grudge against the sloppy old man?

But it's not like it!

"This is our employer, Brother Rui, who is kind-hearted! Today's fried cabbage is made by him, the method is different, I hope the meditation master likes it too much! Aunt Zhou introduced a sentence to the old nun, and then said to Feng Rui, "Mrs. Jingxin is the host of Songyue Nunnery, and such little babies are all abandoned babies adopted by her, so they should be merciful!" If there is a lot of fate, I will not pick and choose. ”

"Surname Feng?" The old nun glanced at Feng Rui suspiciously, and then immediately retracted her doubts, "Bodhisattva bless!" It turned out to be the Feng donor, so I have to thank the Feng donor for his mercy and opened the hill, so that the poor nunnery's small nunnery would not run out of firewood to burn. ”

"Shi is too polite!"

Feng Rui saw the sloppy old man clenching his lonely crutch again.

It seems that this old nun is really unusual.

was so sharp that he didn't want to entangle with her more, so he retreated politely.

The old nun was also interested, and took the little baby to give everyone another salute and left.

It wasn't until the old nun walked away that the sloppy old man threw away his crutches and continued to eat.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, everyone rested for a while.

Aunt Zhou said, "It's too early to go back like this, so it's better to take Brother Rui and Sister Qi to go around the hill." ”

Feng Rui heard that it was okay, anyway, he didn't rush back in a hurry, so by the way, he saw what else the Nameless Peak had besides firewood.

A group of people swept out of the Zhou family.

One mile north along the paddy field is where the nameless peak is located.

In fact, there are still some dry fields under the nameless peak, but the harvest is not good, so it is deserted.

Why is it abandoned, you ask?

In this era, as long as you have to pay taxes on the fields you cultivate, this kind of barren mountainous land is not enough to pay taxes, and naturally no one will reclaim it.

To the east of the nameless peak, there is a small river flowing north-south, which zigzags and irrigates hundreds of acres of paddy fields.

"There are fish, there are fish!" Feng Qi became a little more lively when he arrived in the field, watching the fish in the river chirp and call.

"Huh! Sister Qi likes to eat, and on a cloudy day, I will ask the eldest son to get down some cages and catch some for you to send. Uncle Zhou looked at Fengqi with a smile.

A few days ago, thanks to this little girl, she really took care of Fengrui alone.

Uncle Zhou knew that Feng Rui was injured, so he rushed to the county seat with his two sons at that time.

At that time, Feng Rui was still unconscious, but at that time, it was the autumn harvest and farming, and when the old beggar fed Feng Rui the divine pill, Feng Qi called the father and son back to be busy with the autumn harvest.

Now not only the five members of the Zhou family, but also the brothers and sisters of the Feng family all rely on the harvest of these five acres of paddy fields.

If you make a mistake, you'll have to tighten your belt.

"Uncle Zhou, why don't you grab some and sell them in the county seat?" Feng Qi's eyes watched the fish swim away, but it was not small.

Zhou Jialang replied, "I don't know, one is that this road is not entered, I don't have a carriage, although it is only half a day's walk away, but when I get to the county seat, the fish is also dead, and the dead fish can't be sold at a high price." Second, there are a lot of taxes collected for selling in the city, so it is not cost-effective. ”

"That's it!" Feng Qi was a little disappointed, but she hoped that the Zhou family could live a better life.

Feng Rui has some ideas, but it's too early to say it, and I'll talk about it when the tavern opens.

"Sister Qi, look, that's Songyuean!" The little sister of the Zhou family pointed to the northeast, and there was a needle pine forest not far from the east side of the unnamed peak, and three gray tiles were exposed between the needle pine forests, and there was a small river across the unnamed peak.

"It's a good place to renovate... It's just that there is no way, why is the old woman Yu... Is it for that thing? Let's find an opportunity to ask! The sloppy old man also followed, muttering in his mouth, and looked at Songyuean from a distance and ignored it, and tilted his butt to the withered yellow weeds.

Feng Rui was close to the scruffy old man, so he heard his muttering.

Nothing?

Rush that thing?

Well, it seems that the sloppy old man also has a purpose in following him.

As for the origin of the meditation master?

Sharp skimmed it and left it behind.

If you don't want to get involved in the rivers and lakes, you have to watch less, ask less, and talk less!