Chapter 43: Is there a way to grow grapes?
Lin Xiaoyue was a little surprised. Liang Jingyao had never eaten bamboo shoots?
She picked up the shells on the ground and explained, "These are winter bamboo shoots I dug from the bamboo forest. In spring, the bamboo shoots we dig are spring bamboo shoots. Both winter and spring bamboo shoots are delicious. We can use them in stir-fries, make stuffing, and dry them for stewing. Once you've tasted them, you'll know how delicious they are!"
This was the first time Liang Jingyao had heard that something grown from bamboo was edible. He said curiously, "Then let's eat it tonight!"
Lin Xiaoyue nodded and told him her plan. "Someone's coming to help build the house tomorrow, and it would seem neglectful if the food is too bad. So I just got some meat and flour from the cellar. I'm planning to make a stew of bacon and eggs, stew meat with dried radish, and stir-fry a few other ingredients. Then I'll make some big meat buns as snacks. I'm thinking of chopping bamboo shoots and cabbage into the meat filling. What do you think? Do you need any other meat dishes?"
Liang Jingyao was very impressed by Lin Xiaoyue, who was so young but could consider things from all aspects!
He smiled and said, "Almost done. You can order more of whatever you want. It doesn't matter to us men. The one coming tomorrow is called Zhan Ying. Like Cheng Feng, he's one of my men. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd worry."
Lin Xiaoyue frowned when she heard Cheng Feng. They were all Brother Liang's men, so they were Cheng Feng's colleagues. Zhan Ying, just hearing his name, he wasn't a good person. Sigh! After sending away a Bodhisattva, if another King of Hell came, she would be really annoyed!
Suddenly, she felt that the meat and bamboo shoots in the kitchen no longer smelled good!
"Brother Liang, how is the relationship between Zhan Ying and Cheng Feng? Will Zhan Ying bear a grudge against me because of Cheng Feng?"
Liang Jingyao knew Lin Xiaoyue's concerns. If someone came to find trouble again, quarreling every day would annoy Lin Xiaoyue and even himself! Therefore, it was impossible for him to cause trouble for himself!
"Don't worry, Cheng Feng rode to Dongzhu Town in the south that day. The climate there is warm and there are often merchant ships coming and going. I asked him to keep an eye on it. As for Zhan Ying, he came from another place and there is no way he would run into Cheng Feng! Besides, my men are often on missions outside and mostly rely on carrier pigeons to deliver messages, so we may not run into him for several years. Don't worry."
After hearing what Liang Jingyao said, Lin Xiaoyue's depressed mood dissipated a little. After spending these two days together, she could still believe what Liang Jingyao said.
"Okay then. By the way, last time I rolled down the mountain and accidentally fell into this valley. Can you tell me where the exit is?"
Liang Jingyao pointed to the dense bamboo forest and said, "Walk from here to the end of the bamboo forest. There is a waterfall there. Go through the cave in the waterfall and you will reach the coffin shop in Yangming Town. The people in the coffin shop will ask you what kind of coffin you want. You must answer Tianwang Gaidihu, otherwise they will think you are an assassin."
Lin Xiaoyue took note of it in her mind. She was worried about how to climb up the mountain before, but now it would be much easier to get out!
"Okay, thank you, Brother Liang. When will your masks and clothes be ready? Will you still dress up as a ghost tonight?"
Liang Jingyao took off the bag on his back, nodded and said, "The new ones are all here. You stay in the bamboo courtyard tonight. I'll go out and scare them and then come back."
Lin Xiaoyue felt a little regretful. If only she had martial arts skills, she could let the people here see Nie Xiaoqian's grace.
She looked at Liang Jingyao expectantly, "Brother Liang, can you teach me a few moves in the future? I also want to join in the fun."
Liang Jingyao said with a smile: "Qinggong is not that easy to practice, and you may not be able to master it at your current age. I will teach you some self-defense moves when I have time."
Lin Xiaoyue nodded disappointedly. It seemed that her dream of becoming a martial arts hero was impossible!
"Okay then. Thank you, Brother Liang! By the way, have you figured out what those two night pearls are? I wonder what Cheng Feng is going to use them for?"
Liang Jingyao had just asked Ji Lao when he went to make a mask. Ji Lao was not only good at making masks, but also knew a lot of strange things. Sure enough, as soon as he asked, Ji Lao admitted that the idea of the night pearl was his.
"This night pearl is very bright at night. Cheng Feng hung it inside his loose clothes and flew around the mountains quickly, which helped to cover his shadow."
When Lin Xiaoyue heard Liang Jingyao say this, she couldn't help but recall the scene of last night. The moon in the sky was shining on Cheng Feng's body, which was very scary. She was extremely scared at first. She only felt that the ground was very bright under the moonlight, but there was no shadow, so she began to believe that there was a ghost.
How could someone as brainless as Cheng Feng come up with such a clever idea?
She asked curiously, "Who gave Cheng Feng the idea?"
Liang Jingyao shook the bundle in his hand and told Lin Xiaoyue, "It's a friend of mine. He is very knowledgeable and knows a lot of things. He also made this mask for Cheng Feng."
Lin Xiaoyue's face showed an expression I knew would be like this, "This guy is amazing, Brother Liang is kind-hearted, so everyone he knows is willing to help you! Okay, I'm going to start kneading the dough and making buns. We won't steam rice tonight, I'll make some extra and we can steam buns!"
Liang Jingyao is not very picky about food, as long as he doesn’t have to cook it!
He nodded and said, "Yes, sure. You can do it! I'll go see if the radish strips are dry. If they are, I can dry another batch tomorrow. But this time I don't plan to use chairs to support the bamboo strips. With so many vegetables to dry, no matter how many chairs there are, they won't be enough. I want to build a rack in the yard and cut some thin bamboo poles. That way it will be much simpler."
Lin Xiaoyue thought Liang Jingyao’s idea was good, but it was still missing something to make it more convenient!
She blurted out, "Brother Liang, if we put up a tent on top, you won't have to move in and out every day!"
Liang Jingyao thought about it. A tent? A layer of cloth covering the shelf? Or oil paper? But neither of these let in light! What kind of tent did Lin Xiaoyue mention?
He asked in confusion, "What is the fluffy thing you're talking about made of?"
After hearing what Liang Jingyao said, Lin Xiaoyue remembered that the "peng" she was talking about was a plastic film from the pre-modern era, and it didn't exist here at all!
She knocked her head in frustration and made an excuse, saying, "I didn't explain it clearly. I meant that Brother Liang could build a large grape rack in the yard. The vines would cover the entire rack, but the sunlight would still be able to shine in. This way, it would be much more convenient to dry things under the rack."
Liang Jingyao understood what Lin Xiaoyue meant. Grapes were easy to grow. He knew that there were grapes in the neighboring Tianhe Country, but Tianhe Country was much hotter than here. He wondered if grapes could be grown here?
I should ask Lin Xiaoyue first. Since she knows about grapes, maybe she has a way to grow them!
Liang Jingyao smiled and said, "Master Lin is indeed smarter than me. I didn't even think of this idea. However, grapes grow in Tianhe Country, where the weather is hot. What if they can't survive in our Dongsui Country? Master Lin, do you have any ideas?"
Lin Xiaoyue knows that modern greenhouse technology is amazing. It allows people to eat summer watermelons in winter, reduces pests and diseases, and enables early maturity and high yields. But in ancient times when there was no plastic film, could greenhouses still be used?
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