Wu Yong swore that in the future, whoever told him that ancient women were very coaxing, and he had to spit on him.

In later generations, many people envy Jia Baoyu for sitting on a pile of beauties, but who knows that guessing a woman's mind and making her sisters happy can be more energy-consuming than intrigue in the officialdom.

No, Cheng Zhao originally woke up when Wu Yong first entered the East House, but he felt that since his younger brother woke up and the room was full of people, she couldn't help, so it was better to pretend to be unconscious, and save others from distraction to take care of her.

At first, she was very happy, but when Wu Yongzhen used the rule of law to treat her grandmother well, and when she heard her grandmother and her younger brother and mother discuss future plans, she couldn't help but feel a little troubled and worried, worried that in the future, her brother would be better, and there would be more sisters around her, and she would no longer revolve around her.

When she opened her eyes and saw her brother kissing with other women, she suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if something important had been lost, and she couldn't help but remind her, but she felt a little redundant.

For a while, she thought of her father Cheng Jin's unjust death in prison when she was eight years old, and then the men in the family were executed and the women were sold, that time was the nightmare of her life, if she hadn't met her grandmother, she didn't know what would have happened.

Thinking that her closest brother was leaving her again, she couldn't help but cry like a knife at the moment.

Seeing this, He Lian on the other side couldn't help but think that she was now under the fence, even if she encountered a light encounter, who would make the decision for her, and tears flowed out involuntarily.

Wu Yong was stunned, why did she cry, I didn't care much! At that moment he bowed and made amends, but no matter how many good things he said, the two girls just cried, so that he had no choice but to lie on the low collapse, looking at the beams above with blank eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Guo's voice came from outside: "It's time to eat."

Only then did the two women stop their tears, each gently wiped them a few times with their sleeves, and then turned their heads to look at Wu Yong who was lying on the side.

Wu Yong was really afraid that the two of them would cry non-stop, and the moment she felt her gaze, she sat up reflexively and said eagerly: "I'm going to serve food to the two sisters." ”

The two girls couldn't help but laugh when they saw him walking in a mess, then glanced at each other, turned their heads away, and sorted out their clothes, then stood up and walked out slowly.

When Wu Yong came to the kitchen door of the outer courtyard, he saw four portions of food on a low table, each with two pieces of cake, a bowl of salted vegetables, a bowl of miso soup, and an urn of chicken soup.

When Guo Shi saw him coming, he said cordially: "My son will wash his hands first, and then take your brother to the table together." ”

Wu Yong didn't think much about it, pulled Zhuo Tao, who was two years younger than him, hurriedly washed his hands, and went to the west side of the hall to kneel on the low floor like his uncle Zhuo Wenxuan.

After a while, Uncle Li walked up to Zhang Pinji with a rectangular wooden tray, put a piece of food on the table one by one, and put bamboo chopsticks, iron daggers, and pottery spoons on them, and then walked out with the empty tray.

In this case, each of the four members of the hall will have the same meal in front of them.

Zhuo Wenxuan and Zhang Pinji were eating and talking, Zhuo Tao, the little kid, was already impatient, picked up the cake and tore off a piece, dipped it in the miso soup and ate it in a big gulp, and then took out a chicken leg from the urn to gnaw.

Wu Yong learned from his uncle Zhuo Wenxuan, divided the two cakes into several thin strips with an iron dagger and put them in a bowl, and fished out a piece of chicken from the urn, removed the bones with an iron dagger, poured a little chicken broth, and then dipped some miso soup, and ate a bite of salted vegetables, which had a unique flavor. However, he only ate a few bites, but the cake was too hard and the soup was too light to taste.

Wu Yong saw that everyone was eating with relish, so he quietly retreated and wanted to find some soft and glutinous food in the kitchen.

Before he reached the kitchen, he saw six sisters gathered at the kitchen door, and Wu Yong did not alarm them, quietly standing under the low wall not far away, looking at the only two large pots on the stove suspiciously.

I saw my mother, Guo, pick up a stack of large bowls from the low table, and use a large clay spoon to hold bowls of wheat rice in a large jar near the inside.

Uncle Li used a bamboo chopstick to take out a few salted vegetables in a large urn and put them on top of the wheat rice, and fished out a piece of chicken from another large pot, tore a little from it, put it in a bowl, poured a small spoonful of miso soup, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and brought it to He Cao, the youngest.

If this is the operation, Li gave Zhuo Jing, Zhuo Ji, He Ye, Cheng Zhao, and He Lian a bowl of wheat rice each.

Waiting for the last He Lian to take over the wheat rice, the lotus leaf over there sat on a wooden stake, and had already finished eating the wheat rice in the bowl, looking at her unfinished appearance, Wu Yong realized that the four portions were only the four of them.

Seeing the six girls eating with relish, Wu Yong felt a little sad and opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say, because he found that his mother Guo and uncle Li's wheat rice only contained salt vegetables and miso soup.

At this time, Guo Shi also found Wu Yong, hurriedly put down the bowl, and asked, "Why did my son come over, but what is the need in the house?" ”

Wu Yong shook his head and asked softly, "Is this what my mother and sisters eat?" ”

Guo Shi was a little moved, wiped his tears and said: "My son has really grown up, he knows that he cares about his sister, my son can rest assured, his mother can eat this, he is already very satisfied, I just hope that my son can live a long and healthy life, marry a wife and have children, even if I die, I will have the face to see your father underground." ”

Wu Yong had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and opened his mouth several times to say some comforting words, but he always felt a little pale and powerless, and suddenly glanced at the stone mill in the gatehouse, and couldn't help but move his heart, so he reluctantly smiled: "Mother don't want to say these ominous words, the child just thought that there is a kind of food in the dream, which is also made of wheat, and I want my mother to try if I can make it?" ”

As soon as Guo Shi heard the eating of the Mirror of Taixu, how could he still think about anything else, and kept asking about the specific process at the moment.

Wu Yong didn't talk nonsense and asked her mother if she still had flour.

Guo Shi dug out half a scoop of flour in the noodle jar on the side, Wu Yong glanced at it and said in surprise: "Why is this flour not white?" ”

Kwok was also a little puzzled, saying that flour has always been this color.

Wu Yong had no choice but to ask Guo to take some clean wheat to the stone mill in the gatehouse, and while he was grinding, he asked Guo to keep adding wheat to the small hole above, and after a layer of flour was piled up under the stone mill, he asked his uncle Li Shi who was standing aside to bring a large clay pot and a basket sieve.

After Li took the required items, Guo followed Wu Yong's instructions and swept all the flour in the recess into the basket with a Shu millet broom, and gently shook the basket sieve, and a layer of white flour mixed with yellowish appeared in the clay pot.

Guo and Li were stunned, they have been grinding flour for many years, and they have never heard of such an operation, everyone grinds the wheat into flour and puts it away together, and has never seen anyone sift out the flour separately for white flour.

It wasn't until Wu Yong urged again and again that the two came to their senses, and Guo poured the filtered wheat husk from the basket into the small hole of the stone mill and grinded it again.

After three times, Wu Yongcai stopped out of breath and said, "Okay, mother." There is no need to grind the remaining wheat bran, and it is difficult to come forward again. ”

Guo Shi was still a little reluctant and asked, "My son, what should I do with these wheat bran?" ”

Wu Yong said casually: "Feed the pigs!" ”

I didn't want everyone to look at him in surprise, and finally Guo Shi reminded: "My son won't say these shocking words in the future, how can food be fed to pigs, isn't it a waste?" If it is known by the people in the government, it will be fined and beaten. ”