Chen Xian went home carrying the papers.
My family has already started cooking.
It's buckwheat pancakes and wild vegetables mixed together again.
The millet porridge was boiling inside the earthenware pot, and oil was silently seeping out from the chipped corner.
Chen Xian took a pineapple from the kitchen, cut it into pieces, and there were a few pancakes that didn't have any wild vegetables added.
"Alright. I'll take care of the rest."
Li Niang moved aside from the stove, and saw Chen Xian put chopped pineapple on buckwheat husks, then wrapped them up, rolled them into a thin sheet, and put them in the pan to bake.
Cuihua was stunned.
What kind of way is this to eat?
Su Liniang also looked puzzled.
But they dared not disobey, after all, Chen Xian was at the top of the food chain in this family.
Soon, golden-yellow pancakes appeared, releasing the fresh and sweet aroma of pineapple.
San Niu excitedly wandered around the kitchen doorway, swallowing hard.
"What delicious food is Dad making again?"
Before long, the Chen family members sat down at the table.
He did not utter a word.
Chen Xian: "Let's eat!"
They all ate pineapple cakes without prior arrangement.
Cuihua took a bite of the pancake; it was crispy and crunchy.
San Niu nodded vigorously, "It smells so good!"
Su Liniang and Cuihua exchanged a glance and couldn't help but chuckle.
At first, they both thought they were wasting food.
I thought that even if the food was terrible later, I couldn't utter a single complaint.
Surprisingly, the pineapple cakes tasted quite good together.
Si Niu exclaimed with a serious face, "Dad, I declare that you are the best cook in the Chen family!"
Chen Xian smiled. This is the pineapple pie of later generations. Actually, there are several more steps involved, but it is limited by the materials.
It cannot be completely replicated.
Of course, white flour tastes better.
Chen Shi (7-9 AM).
Under the big banyan tree.
"The whole village gathers."
The rising sun dispelled the summer fog.
The rooster crows.
And so, I was busy for more than ten days.
As evening fell, the sunset glow shone on the dirt roads of Qingxia Village, the wheat fields rippled in the breeze, and the sounds of dogs barking and roosters crowing filled the air.
The news begins for each household at the start of the day.
After returning home, Chen Xian ground ink and began to write the first character.
arts:
A white jade foot was extended in front of the scholar, with a small and exquisite silver bell tied to its ankle.
A girl in a white gauze dress extended her slender fingers, leaned down, and said gently, "Come up quickly."
The scholar, soaking wet, stood on the pond, gazing blankly, and said, "Ah."
He reached out and grabbed the girl's ankle.
Use the momentum to climb up the high platform.
The girl then leaned against the scholar.
They were almost touching.
The scholar said, "This water is deep and cold."
Why are your hands colder than mine?
A girl in a white gauze dress, with alluring eyes, had her soft pink lips almost touching the scholar's mouth.
Her breath smelled like orchids.
"I am physically weak."
His breath hit the scholar.
The scholar, breathing rapidly, said, "Why do you people here talk so close to each other?"
The girl's voice was soft and alluring as she weakly said, "This humble servant needs your warmth."
"Carry me inside."
She then casually put her arm around the scholar's neck.
The book nodded blankly, and suddenly, without warning, the girl was thrown to the ground.
"You're so heavy."
The girl thought to herself, "What an idiot who doesn't know any romance. How am I supposed to complete the task Grandma assigned me if I'm like this?"
Having to resort to force, he immediately sprayed a breath of ghostly energy into the scholar's face...
Before I knew it, I had written several hundred words, and my wrist was aching.
Aside from the fact that the calligraphy brush is not easy to use, there's nothing wrong with it.
The oil lamp flickered and burned, and Chen Xian stepped forward to pick at the wick with a needle.
The stars twinkled outside, but a sudden gust of wind arose at night, lashing against the eaves of the thatched house.
Waaaaah.
As Chen Xian was writing the manuscript, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and his heart pounded with fear.
The sense of immersion is too strong.
Blow out the oil lamp.
I promptly went to bed and covered my head to sleep.
5:00 AM (卯时).
The sound of dogs barking came from the street.
Chen Erzhu was the first to wake up. He looked at the papers on the table with some confusion.
"Father, what does this say?"
Apart from Chen Xian, no one in the Chen family was literate; they were all vagrants.
Chen Xian: "It's nothing. I'm just writing a manuscript. I'll go to town later and see if I can earn some copper coins."
Chen Erzhu did not react.
Although I was somewhat surprised that Chen Xian suddenly wrote something, there's not much to say about it.
Red Leaf Village.
The villagers are discussing how to solve the water shortage problem.
"What else can we do? Right now, we can only conserve water. The whole family can only fill one bucket of water."
"Why don't we fetch water from a village further away?"
"Are you stupid? Not everyone has an oxcart. If you have to carry a bucket of water for miles, how can you do farm work?"
"Hey, that's not the point. The main thing is, how do you know that other villages have water? During famine years and severe droughts, all villages are short of water."
"I don't know how Qingxia Village resolved this. I saw them going up the mountain with axes, cutting bamboo for water. I wonder who came up with this terrible idea?"
Some people scoffed, some gloated, and some sighed.
Zheng Lizheng looked worried.
I've made up my mind.
"If Qingxia Village can find mountain streams, why can't we?"
Go up the mountain!
Some people have raised questions.
"Village head, in Qingxia Village, if a family has more than two people, the third person has to be paid one coin. Does our village have that?"
All eyes were fixed on Zheng Lizheng.
Zheng Li was taken aback and scolded, "Finding water is a major event for the village. All you think about all day is copper coins. Don't you have any ambition?"
After all that talking, my mind is a bit foggy.
You bastard, Chen Gui.
You have to pay someone to do the work for the village?
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