Chapter Twenty-Five: Yams

The wheat porridge with snake meat became more and more fragrant, and slowly, everyone began to hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

The sky began to gradually brighten, and the east was already white.

"Rub! He stood up.

Everyone who was waiting for dinner was startled by her, and thought that there was another snake or some other beast.

Just wanted to stand up together, Qian Yan made a silent gesture to them, and then whispered: "It's okay, I seem to hear the sound of pheasants, don't move, I'll take a look." ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up, and Yang Xuanzhu whispered: "Pheasant? This thing is not easy to catch, do you need us to help with it? ”

"yes, yes, we ran around it together."

Qian Yan smiled and shook her head, "No, there are too many people to scare it away, I move fast, I should be able to catch it, you boil the water and wait to catch it and pluck it." ”

Yang Dashan's family said: "Okay, let's build another stove and boil more hot water." ”

Fortunately, there is a waterhole here, which is convenient for fetching water, and they originally decided to boil more water after eating, and put it in a clay pot to drink on the way after it cools.

Tilt Yan once again refused to be followed by a few men, and then Chuanyin asked Chou to stay and protect them, and ran out herself.

Soon they came three or four hundred meters away from their camp, and in the messy grass, there was indeed a pheasant with a long tail, which was digging the soil on the ground and pecking at the exposed insects.

Qian Yan thought about it, if she pounced directly, she would definitely make a sound.

She just has these two clothes, and she doesn't know if she has a chance to buy a piece of clothing here, if it gets dirty, she won't have time to wash it, and it's a little embarrassing to continue wearing it.

Then he saw the broken stones on the ground, decisively squatted down and picked up a few of the right size, aimed at the pheasant's head and threw them.

The pheasant was so engrossed in eating the insects that he didn't realize the danger coming, and by the time he realized it was too late, the stone had already hit it heavily on its head.

Before the wings had time to flutter, they were smashed and their heads were smashed and they died directly, and they couldn't die anymore.

Qian Yan stepped forward and took the chicken neck and rubbed it on her hand.

I can't complain that this pheasant can fly, but the chickens raised at home can't fly, and the weight of this pheasant is about half of that of domestic chickens.

He stood up with the pheasant in his hand and tried to walk back, but before he could turn around, he found that there was a light yellow thing with many roots growing in the soil that the pheasant had just cut up.

Qian Yan immediately stopped, afraid that she was mistaken, took out the miniature flashlight she had put in from her pocket, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Isn't this a yam? It's still very thin, not as thick and long as the one they buy at the market, but she can't be mistaken.

There are also small beans on the vine, aren't they yam beans, this thing she and her mother like to eat the most, and they often use it to make sugar gourds by themselves.

Thinking of this, without saying a word, I picked those yam beans first and put them in my jacket pocket.

I found a branch next to it and dug it up, because there was little rain, and the soil on the ground was not soft, so it was very difficult to dig up the branch.

I thought to myself, dig one first, and then go back and get a shovel for the rest, and then dig them out.

When he dug up more than half of the yam and exposed it, he reached out and grabbed the vine and pulled it up.

It's just that the strength is a little too great, and only seventy or eighty centimeters are pulled out, and the thinnest part below is broken inside.

Holding the yam in his hand, he happily jumped back and walked back.

When everyone saw her come back safely, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and when they saw the things in her hand, they smiled even more.

"Miss Xue, you are so powerful, you really hit a pheasant!"

"Huh? Isn't this potato medicine? This is generally found in the deep mountains, and there are very few on the side of the mountain, Miss Xue, you won't go into the deep mountains, right? ”

"Nonsense, how can such a little time be enough to go back and forth to the mountains? It must have been a seed from a bird that took root here......"

Qian Yan is very happy, it seems that the people here know this yam, so it's easy to say, she has to explain that this is not poisonous and can be eaten.

"The place I just went to is not far away, less than a mile over there, and when I saw this, I thought it would be just right for stewed pheasant, it must be delicious." ”

Yang Dashan's family said: "Yes, yes, this boiled and stewed chicken is delicious, sweet and fragrant." ”

Qian Yan was a little curious about its name, and said sideways: "You guys here is called potato medicine?" It's not the same name as ours. ”

Yang Dashan, who was retiring the chicken feathers on the side, said with a smile: "This thing was not called a name originally, it was called a potato potato, but in the previous dynasty, because it was a taboo with the same name as the emperor, it was changed to potato medicine." ”

Tilt Yan blinked, facing forward? Is it one of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms or the Tang Dynasty?

But he said: "Lord Dashan, you know so much. ”

Yang Dashan waved his hand, "Oh, I heard from those passing merchants, but we little people don't know this." ”

Yang Dawang and Yang Erzhuang also nodded, "Yes, yes, thanks to that small road, there are often merchants passing by us, and we only know about some things outside, otherwise it would be really black." ”

Because merchants often pass by, people often come to stay in villages like theirs, which are relatively close to the roadside.

Of course, most of them are to replenish food and water, although the canals are right next to the fields, and if you don't ask for it, you will get into trouble if you encounter the more rude villagers.

Qian Yan agrees very much, and it is still necessary to contact outsiders to see more of the world and know more.

It's like in the future, if there are no newspapers and television, where can you know so many things elsewhere, this is the importance of information.

Qian Yan told them again, there were still a few yams over there, Yang Dashan and Yang Dawang followed her there with a shovel, and quickly dug up all the yams.

When they returned, the women had already packed up the chickens, took the yams they had in their hands, peeled them with knives and cut them into pieces, and stewed them with the pheasants, and made a large pot full of them.

Everyone gathered around to eat snake meat and wheat porridge, and waited for yam stewed chicken and boiling water while eating.

There is only snake porridge for breakfast, and the chicken is ready to be eaten at noon, just put it in a crockpot, anyway, it is not afraid of cold when it is hot, and it also saves the time to stop and cook.