Lexiu let a few people stay in the courtyard for a while, and in a moment he came out with a pot of chickens, three of which had obviously been pickled.

And Lehe was holding a bowl in the back, with a lot of condiments in it.

Yang Xiaoyang used the carrying technique to pile the wheat in the corner, fortunately, there was no sting in the soul just now, otherwise there might be a strange scene of millet falling from the sky in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaoyang deeply felt the fatigue of labor, and saw that there were a lot of spices in the bowl in Le He's hand, and he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Eh, Le Lao, can you still grow cinnamon and peppercorns in this Lushan?"

Le Xiu had already walked to the gate of the courtyard, and said casually when he heard the words: "How is it possible, the cinnamon is from southern Xinjiang, and the pepper is from Shuzhong, how can it be grown here?" ”

Yang Xiaoyang thinks about it, although Le Xiu has always said that he is very happy to work, but he can't plant and can't force it, right?

But he also went to buy spices, this Lexiu is really not an ordinary person.

Le Xiu took a few people to the outside of the courtyard, at this time the sun had set, he lit a fire, this land has no grass, but not afraid of causing a mountain fire.

Under the curious gaze of several people, Le Xiu stuffed all the spices in the bowl into the chicken's belly, and said, "Dig a small pit on the side, fill it with some water, and then go to my room and get a few lotus leaves on the table." ”

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Le Xiu's method of roasting chicken was novel, and the condiments in the bowl included cinnamon, lotus seeds, dried dates, mushrooms and salt.

Me again?

Yang Xiaoyang thought about struggling for a while, but after thinking about it, he dug a pit with handling, added water, and got lotus leaves.

It's just that he took two steps back when carrying the water, so as not to have the embarrassment of getting the water on his pants again.

"Alas, I don't know the joy of work at all. Lexiu shook his head and sighed, then pointed to the pit and said, "Stir the mud." ”

Yang Xiaoyang innocently found a branch and stirred up the mud, and when he finished stirring, Le Xiu had already wrapped the chicken with lotus leaves.

"Rub the mud on it, make it thicker and more even. ”

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the wet mud in the pit and struggled to look at a few people.

But seeing that Li Congwen lit up the wound on his hand, Xiao Di was wearing linen gloves, Ju Yeqi should forget it, don't wipe yourself to death with mud.

Lehe, oh, staring at herself, Yang Xiaoyang guessed she was thinking: Why don't you do it yet, I'm already hungry.

He sighed silently, wiped the mud well, and listened to Lexiu again: "Set it on fire." ”

Is this going to work?

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but look up, but Le Xiu still looked calm and calm, so Yang Xiaoyang did as he said.

"Alright, the chickens will have to be roasted for a while, go to the house and bring the table with the things on it. ”

Yang Xiaoyang did so expressionlessly.

There were many things on the table, chopsticks, a small stove, a small bowl with mint leaves, and two jars.

Li Congwen's eyes lit up when he saw the jar on the table, "Wine, what wine?"

As soon as Le He stretched out his finger and wanted to speak, he was slapped off by Le Xiu, glanced at Li Congwen, and smiled, "A jar of plum wine, a jar of plum dew, you choose a jar together, and which one to drink." ”

At this time, except for Yang Xiaoyang, everyone was interested, looking left and right at the two jars, but the two jars were almost the same, and a few people couldn't tell the difference.

Seeing that they had difficulty in choosing, he held his little hands and stopped talking, thinking that if one of them gave him a candy, he would tell them the answer.

But apparently no one did.

Le Xiu looked at a few people with a smile, and seeing that Yang Xiaoyang was indifferent, he pointed to the small stove on the table, "Little brother, please take some stream water to boil water." ”

Yang Xiaoyang numbly ran the handling technique, but it was a coincidence that his soul stinged, the stove was full, and his pants were wet......

But fortunately, a few people didn't pay attention to this, suppressed the idea of changing their pants, and put the stove on the fire as if nothing happened.

After a few days of selection, I finally chose it, and Xiao Di chose it first, and on the grounds that Xiao Yang's vision was not good, she chose a different altar for Xiao Yang.

Apparently she knew that the lamb would definitely give her his share, so she had no fear.

Li Congwen excitedly uncovered the mud seal, and knew that the wine had been selected without looking at the taste, and immediately smiled on his face, and said that this was the will of heaven.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Ju Yeyan had chosen the same one as Li Congwen, worried that she would drink herself to death, and wanted her to change it, but saw that she had already poured herself a cup, and there was a plum in the altar that happened to roll down.

Ju Yeqi's eyes reflected the firelight, looked at the plums that were sinking and floating, and chuckled: "This is the will of heaven." ”

After she finished speaking, she saw that Yang Xiaoyang still had the urge to grab the bowl, and continued: "Drink some plum wine, it is beneficial and harmless." ”

At this time, Li Congwen had already taken a sip regardless of etiquette, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Le Xiu in surprise, "Who are you, Le Lao?"

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" asked Lexiu, who also took a sip of plum wine, unhurriedly.

"This wine is Gujing Chun, right? This wine is not available to princes and generals, and Le Lao is still a big man. ”

When several people heard this, they all looked at Lexiu.

Le Xiu smiled, "Childe is half right, the wine is indeed Gujingchun, but the old man, I am a mountain and a villager, not a big man." ”

"My mother, I feel distressed when I make plum wine with Gujing Spring. After Li Congwen finished speaking, he took a big sip of distress, and after drinking, he said, "Mother, it's still ten years old." ”

Xiao Di saw that Li Congwen was drinking with joy and sorrow, and was very curious, looking at him with blank eyes, but Lehe looked at her seriously and said, "Don't drink children." ”

"Hmph, I'm not a child!" Xiao Tu sat up straight, looking down at the dwarf Lehe, and was very satisfied with his body.

Le He also straightened his back, and he didn't even sit on his buttocks, so he had to refute from elsewhere, "My grandfather said that drinking alcohol will be poisoned, Brother Congwen, you can lie down and wait for death after drinking." ”

She turned her head to look at Li Congwen halfway through speaking, but her eyes were clearly full of envy.

Le Xiu patted Le He's head lightly and said, "Etiquette!"

"Impossible!" Xiao Di didn't believe it.

"Yes, yes. Lehe covered his head and played tricks.

Yang Xiaoyang knew that Li Congwen was not afraid of death in order to drink, so he patted Xiaodi's head and poured her a glass of plum dew.

The plum dew is dark brown, and the plum that rolls out has taken on the same color.

Le He felt that he had never fought for Xiao Di, so he said to Yang Xiaoyang: "Uncle Immortal, Meizilu is made of tea!"

Yang Xiaoyang had never drunk this thing, touched his nose awkwardly, and didn't care about this stupid child who was envious of poisoning, so he took the stove next to him and added hot water.

"And add mint leaves!" said Le Ha again.

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, adding.

"The cup should be cooled in the stream!"

Yang Xiaoyang took a breath, can't he finish it in one breath?

Ju Yeyan had already poured three bowls of plum wine with a smile and distributed them to a few people, Yang Xiaoyang picked up the wine bowl, and saw that the wine was viscous and clear as crystal, and he sniffed it slightly, and it was as fragrant as a orchid.

After tasting it, the sweet and sour fruity aroma of plums was followed by a luscious and mellow wine taste, and the aftertaste lingered in the throat.

Yang Xiaoyang stared at the wine bowl for a while, then silently got up and picked up Xiao Di and Lehe's cups and walked to the stream to cool down.

Can you drink so deliciously, and don't seem to suffer a loss to do some work?

The two wooden cups held in his hand were as steady as a rock in the stream, but Yang Xiaoyang could feel the continuous impact from the stream.

The creek was originally flowing slowly, but it gave him a feeling that it was good to go with the waves.

Listening to the tinkling of the stream, looking at the bright moon at the beginning of the day, feeling the breeze, for the first time I had the idea of wanting to live here for a long time, the beauty of the countryside is really good.

If you don't have to work.

Yang Xiaoyang was rarely touching the scene, and he smelled a fragrance. When I looked back, I saw that Le Xiu had already instructed Li Congwen to take out the chicken from the fire.

Li Congwen was picked out of the fire with his broken sword, and Yang Xiaoyang felt that if the second fool knew, he would definitely want to beat Li Congwen to death.

Oh no, it's more likely to eat with him......

Yang Xiaoyang touched the bottom of the cup, feeling that the tea inside should have cooled down, so he walked back quickly.

The soil wrapped in the chicken was already hard, and Li Congwen gently tapped it open with his sword, revealing some blackened lotus leaves.

When the lotus leaf was opened, a fragrance that Yang Xiaoyang had never smelled came to his nose.

The skin of the chicken is slightly charred but still retains the juice inside, and the flavor of the condiments in the chicken belly is also fully dissipated, wandering in the body of the chicken.

Yang Xiaoyang is Yang Xiaoyang in the end, and while being amazed by the fragrance of this chicken, he also thought of other questions, "Le Lao, haven't you seen your chickens? Where did this chicken come from?"

Le Xiu blew twice, pulled his leg and put it in Lehe's bowl, "Where else can I get it, I bought it from the mountain, if I raise it myself, I can give you so much to eat? What do you want? And how tiring it is to raise chickens." ”

Raising chickens is tired, tired and not raising? What about the beauty of good work? Or is raising chickens not considered labor?

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Le Xiu for a while, and suddenly had some suspicions that the land might not have been planted by him.

Three chickens say too much, and say less is not less.

Le Xiu had already broken his leg for Lehe, and a few people naturally didn't want to grab it. Li Congwen pulled two legs and two wings for Ju Yeqi, and the rest was obviously eaten by himself.

So Yang Xiaoyang looked at Xiao Di pitifully, and was mercifully given a chicken butt.

The chicken butt is fat but not greasy, and it melts into various fragrances, this taste Yang Xiaoyang feels more wonderful than what the two grandfathers eat.

Le Xiu looked at Yang Xiaoyang, who was grateful, swallowed the chicken in his mouth and took a sip of wine before saying, "The rice in the pot is ready, go and get it." ”

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Le Xiu's words, and looked at the wheat field not far away, "Rice, aren't you planting wheat? Where did you get the rice?"

"Little brother, it's been seventeen years since Yuanwu, wouldn't you still know that rice is cheap now, right?"

"Then why not multiple points?"

"I'm old, how can I do so much farm work every day? Old man, I just want to have fun planting some wheat, how convenient is it to buy rice to eat?" Le Xiu shook his head and sighed lightly, looking like he couldn't make sense with you.

I kind of understand, your pleasure is not to work yourself, but to watch people work, right?