"Skinny Monkey, go take a look around the village and buy some straw from the villagers to feed the horses."

"Yes, young master."

Seeing that the tall, fat and strong man who came with Si Chengfeng was really about to go out, Ye Maochun hurriedly stopped him.

"There's plenty of thatch in the yard, why buy more? Just take some out to feed the horses. There's no need to waste money on it."

Upon hearing this, the skinny monkey looked at Si Chengfeng. Seeing his master nod, he picked up a few handfuls of fresh straw from the corner of the yard and went out to feed the horses.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Hua."

Si Chengfeng smiled at Ye Maochun with a face as warm as spring breeze.

"Well, it's just some worthless straw. We're all family, there's nothing to thank or not."

Ye Maochun waved his hand nonchalantly. This Young Master Si was clearly a son of a wealthy family, and the adopted son of the Grand General's Mansion. It was normal for him to not understand the thrifty ways of ordinary people.

"Uncle Hua, are we going to cook now?"

"The rice is already cooking. Let's go get ready and start cooking."

As soon as the skinny monkey left, Si Chengfeng followed Ye Maochun to the kitchen.

He looked around the not-so-spacious yard curiously, but his good upbringing prevented him from showing any curiosity on his face.

But when he saw the strange iron pillar in front of the kitchen, he couldn't help but stop and take a closer look. The iron pillar had an iron rocker on the top and a tilted hollow iron pipe connected to the side. Under the opening of the iron pipe was a wooden bucket filled with water.

"This is a hand-cranked well. It was Qingcheng's idea. It was designed and built by Master Zuo'an. It's a small well. Just shake the lever and water will come out."

Seeing Si Chengfeng's inquiring eyes towards the hand-cranked well, Hua's father Ye Maochun patiently introduced the hand-cranked well to him and demonstrated to him how to shake water.

"Look, isn't it very convenient? Ever since Qingcheng had this hand-cranked well built, it has been very convenient for me to cook and wash dishes."

"It's really good, Qingcheng is so smart!"

Si Chengfeng smiled, tried it himself, and praised it respectfully. Hua's father nodded, agreeing with him.

After looking at the hand-cranked well, Si Chengfeng followed Hua's father Ye Maochun into the kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Si Chengfeng saw two eye-catching stoves in the middle, one large and one small.

On the left side of the kitchen were wooden cabinets for dishes and shelves for sundries, and on the right was a large water tank covered with a large wooden lid. In the corner of the kitchen were piles of sweet potatoes and potatoes.

At that moment, a large pot on the stove, covered with a wooden lid, was steaming from its edges. Beneath the stove was a strange, black wooden box with a lever on it. Si Chengfeng looked at it curiously.

"This is a bellows. If the fire isn't strong enough when you're cooking, just pull the rod on the side of the box and the fire will get stronger."

"Sounds good." Si Chengfeng nodded and praised.

"Isn't it? Qingcheng has been smart since she was young. This bellows was also her idea. She asked Aunt Qianyi from the village to make it. It is really useful."

"Qingcheng is indeed extremely smart."

When it comes to praising his daughter, Hua's father is never stingy. Si Chengfeng looked at Feng Xiang and smiled dotingly, praising Hua Qingcheng without letting him be outdone.

Hua's father suddenly felt that he had a similar opinion about Si Chengfeng and that he regretted meeting him too late.

"Then what should we do now?" Si Chengfeng, who had never been to the kitchen, looked confused.

"Here, take the kitchen knife on the stove, then go to the chicken coop in the yard, catch a hen, and kill it by the well. I'll boil some hot water so I can pluck the feathers later."

"Kill...kill the chicken? Oh...ok...ok!" Si Chengfeng's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that.

"Can you?" Ye Maochun looked at Si Chengfeng suspiciously.

“No… no problem!”

Si Chengfeng rolled up his wide sleeves, picked up the sharp kitchen knife on the stove and left the kitchen.

Seeing Si Chengfeng carrying a kitchen knife and walking out of the door in a serious manner, Ye Maochun started to wash the pot and pour water on the small stove, then covered it with a wooden lid and started the fire, all in one go.

After coming out of the kitchen, Si Chengfeng first put the kitchen knife by the well, and then walked towards the chicken coop.

“Chuckle…”

“Ohhh…”

Si Chengfeng counted them and found about ten roosters and four or five hens. After picking out the prettiest and most pleasing hen, he opened the door of the chicken coop and ran towards it.

“Chuckle…”

“Ohhh…”

Faced with the stranger who suddenly broke into the chicken coop, the chickens, both male and female, began to cluck non-stop and fly and run around.

In just a moment, Si Chengfeng couldn't tell which chicken he had just picked. Helpless, he had to catch one at random.

But what Si Chengfeng didn't expect was that catching a chicken was actually so difficult. He had to work very hard to catch a hen.

When Si Chengfeng came out of the chicken coop, his neatly combed hair had become a little disheveled, with several strands of hair floating on his forehead. His crescent-shaped white brocade clothes were also stained with chicken droppings, and there were a few chicken feathers on his head.

In order to prevent the hen from resisting again, Si Chengfeng saw a thin rope next to the chicken coop, so he tied up the hen's two feet with the thin rope and then lifted it to the well.

“Chuckle…”

Facing Si Chengfeng holding a kitchen knife, the hen with its feet tied kept rolling and struggling on the ground.

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