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There was a sizzling sound in the pan. Among the bright yellow shredded ginger and dried chili rings, the thinly sliced bacon was fried in a small amount of hot oil and immediately released a large amount of fat. The white fat quickly turned transparent and curled up slightly.
Du Heng pushed the meat aside and poured the bracken cut into four-inch pieces into the pot and quickly stir-fried it. This bracken fried bacon recipe is different in every household, and the taste is different in every household.
Originally it could be fried to have a slightly spicy taste, but considering Jing Nan, Du Heng stopped in time. He shook a little salt into the pan and quickly stir-fried it a few times, and a plate of bracken fried with bacon was ready.
This dish is fine on normal days, but with the taro chicken and grilled fish being so popular today, Du Heng felt that few people would appreciate its deliciousness.
Unexpectedly, the response was quite good. The blanched bracken was green and crispy in the mouth. The smoked bacon was also remarkable. The bacon was fried just right and not at all dry. It was a simple dish, perfect for people who cannot eat strong flavors.
Jing Nan ate the bracken while eating rice: "Hey, this tastes pretty good. I'll pick some for you tomorrow when I'm free. You can put them in the refrigerator and eat them slowly."
Du Heng said, "When the weather is good, I will dry some of it. Dried bracken is delicious when used to stew meat. If you can eat sour food, I can also make pickled bracken. Oh, and I can also make pickled cabbage, which is sour and spicy and very appetizing."
Jing Nan imagined the taste and frowned, "It's okay if it's sour, but I can't stand the spiciness."
Feng Gui said calmly: "You cook some, and put the finished dishes in the refrigerator. I will send someone back to pick them up after a while."
It is such a happy thing to be able to taste the taste of home when you are away from home. Feng Gui has already arranged it for Du Heng: "I can handle it whether it is sour or spicy."
Du Heng asked, "Feng Gui, are you going to a faraway place? What's the climate like there?"
Feng Gui said, "Go to the south, it's all woods."
Du Heng asked, "Is the climate in the south hot and humid?"
Feng Gui was a little surprised: "Hey? How did you know? Did Xuan Yu tell you?"
Du Heng smiled slightly: "I guessed." Feng Gui likes to eat chili so much. The climate in the south should be like the basin terrain, which is relatively humid and hot. Du Heng's grandmother's home is in the basin, and people there like to eat chili. He understood why Feng Gui likes spicy food.
Du Heng said, "Don't worry. When the vegetables grow, I'll make you kimchi and some hot and sour dishes. Just remember to ask someone to come back and get them."
Feng Gui was very happy. He glanced at Xuan Yu and Jing Nan and said, "Did you see that? Du Heng is still very sensible!"
Jing Nan ate the bracken and said, "What's so beautiful about it? Can you eat his cooking anytime like Xuan Yu and I?"
Feng Gui was completely defeated and was so angry that he ate several bites of taro chicken.
After lunch, the demon cultivators sat on their chairs like bones. Even the usually serious Xuan Yu stared at the spring rain outside the window in a daze. Wen Qiong found a place to meditate, and Xiao Wonton took a nap beside her.
The continuous spring rain is like endless sorrow, and those who are worried will feel full of sorrow when listening to it. However, most people in the village are heartless, led by Xiaoxiao, who squatted beside Du Heng and ate peanuts one by one after lunch.
When Xiaoxiao finished the last peanut, the snacks in his storage bag were gone. The chicken popcorn candies that Du Heng made for him were gone, and even the melon seeds were eaten up. Xiaoxiao held the storage bag in his mouth and chirped at Du Heng twice. When he saw Du Heng turned his head suspiciously, he held the bottom of the storage bag in his mouth and shook it.
Nothing fell out of the empty storage bag, and Du Heng actually understood Xiaoxiao's meaning at the first time. Xiaoxiao was reminding him that his snacks were empty and he needed fresh snacks.
Before Du Heng could express his opinion, Feng Gui spoke first: "Ignore him. Look at how much he eats and drinks recently. He is almost getting a double chin. It has been raining these few days and the roads are difficult to travel. When the weather clears up, someone will come to deliver bamboo fruits. Let him eat the bamboo fruits then."
Du Heng smiled and touched Xiaoxiao's head. "Zhushi is Zhushi. Our Xiaoxiao is still a child. Children like snacks, right? Can I make snacks for you? Do you want to eat rice crust? Can we make salted egg yolk rice crust? Can I also bake some potato chips and taro chips for you?"
With an oven at home, making these snacks couldn't be more convenient. Previously, the oven was placed next to the stone mill in the yard. It rained these few days, so Du Heng asked Xuan Yu to place the oven under the eaves near the wall.
Not to mention, the oven didn't look out of place there, much better than the several large wooden barrels Du Heng had placed there before. The oven was out of the wind and rain, and it was more convenient for Du Heng to use it.
Xiaoxiao's eyes were shining: "Chirp!" Du Heng is the best!
Du Heng took out the remaining rice from the refrigerator. Everyone had taro chicken and grilled fish for lunch today, so there was a lot of rice left, half a pot. Du Heng poured the rice into a large wooden basin. He wanted to use the rice to make some rice crust.
The rice was still warm, so Du Heng stirred the rice and sprinkled some salt, pepper, cumin powder, and sugar in it. He also found some sesame seeds and sprinkled them in. A groove appeared in the middle of the rice, and the ingredients were placed in the groove.
Xiaoxiao squatted beside Du Heng and looked at the rice. He asked Du Heng, "Didn't you say there was salted egg yolk? Where's the egg yolk?"
The yolk was still inside the eggshell. Du Heng took out eight salted duck eggs, cracked the yolk out and put it on a plate. Salted egg yolks need to be steamed or baked and crushed before being mixed with rice, otherwise the salted egg yolks are sticky and cannot be mixed.
The oven was very powerful. After putting the plate in, it only took a cup of tea for Du Heng to get eight juicy and golden duck egg yolks.
The roasted duck egg yolks were so fragrant that Du Heng wanted to eat one directly, but he couldn't. He had to crush them while they were hot and mix them into the hot rice.
Du Heng has now subconsciously attached his spiritual energy to the utensils he uses. For example, when he cuts vegetables, his spiritual energy will attach to the kitchen knife. Now his spiritual energy is attached to the chopsticks. How can I describe this feeling? After using the spiritual energy, when stirring the rice, he feels almost no resistance, but his body feels more tired than usual.
The rice felt dry, so he sprinkled some soybean oil into it. Soon the rice in front of him turned orange-yellow, with egg yolks between the rice grains. A fragrant and salty aroma overflowed. Du Heng picked a few grains of rice and tasted them. The saltiness of the rice grains was just right. Now it was ready to be put on the baking tray!
Du Heng held a talisman for attracting iron in his hand. A flash of light flashed in his hand, and eight shallow square iron plates appeared on the table. The plates were only ten inches long and wide, just enough to bake a spoonful of rice crust.
Du Heng washed the plate and dried it. He took out a wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of the mixed rice onto the plate.
The rice was piled up on the plate. Du Heng used chopsticks to push the rice apart. He also found a bamboo pusher to spread the rice evenly. This way, the rice grains can be heated evenly when baking, so that some parts of the rice will not be burnt while others are still soft.
Xuan Yu asked slowly: "Do you need my help?"
He liked to see Du Heng busying around. Whenever he saw Du Heng like that, he felt that his life was fulfilled.
When Xuan Yu wanted to help, Du Heng refused him because he only needed to make some rice crust, which wouldn't be a big deal. But now seeing Xuan Yu's enthusiasm for helping, Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "Can you help me peel the taro and cut it into thin slices?"
Taro was a little unfriendly to him. Whenever he handled taro without gloves, his hands would itch terribly. Since Xuan Yu wanted to help, Du Heng pushed the burden to Xuan Yu.
Du Heng used the tip of a kitchen knife to cut the rice twice in the vertical and horizontal directions, so that the baked rice crust could be separated. He walked towards the oven with the baking tray, and in just one or two sticks of incense, Xiaoxiao's snacks were ready!
The orange-red flames in the oven were jumping. Du Heng placed the baking tray evenly in the oven and turned off the oven.
Xuan Yu was sitting under the eaves peeling taro. His knife-wielding posture was so cool. A hairy taro was gently turned into a shiny taro with purple patterns in his hand. Watching Xuan Yu processing the taro, Du Heng actually laughed out loud.
There was no other reason, mainly because Xuan Yu was so cute when he sat there in a serious manner. Next to him was a large basket of taro. He was obviously a gentleman, but he was very organized when doing housework. This strong contrast made Du Heng feel extremely relieved.
Xuan Yu looked up at Du Heng: "Hmm?"
Du Heng realized his mistake and said with a smile, "Just peel the big taro and keep the small taro. I will make candied taro sprouts for you someday."
Xuan Yu nodded: "Okay." After waiting for a while, he asked: "How thin should the taro be cut?"
Du Heng thought for a moment and asked, "How thin can you slice it?"
The knife in Xuan Yu's hand began to spin, and in Du Heng's sight, pieces of taro flew out like cicada wings. Du Heng was amazed: "What a beautiful knife skill!"
It looks good, but the taro slices are too thin and might break when baked. Du Heng thought about it and gestured to indicate the thickness: "This thickness is fine."
Xuan Yu nodded: "Okay."
Du Heng felt relieved to leave the taro chips to Xuan Yu, and now he was going to make potato chips. To make potato chips, he had to plant potatoes first.
Du Heng had discovered before that Jing Nan injected spiritual energy into the potato seedlings when she grew potatoes last time. Du Heng thought that if Jing Nan could grow potatoes, he could do it too!
He took out the sprouted potatoes from the refrigerator. The sprouts on the potatoes were still the same. Holding a potato in his hand was like a forest. Du Heng cut the potato into several pieces with a knife. There were one or two sprouts on each piece.
Jing Nan got excited: "Hey, everyone, come and see, Du Heng is going to distribute potatoes!"
Du Heng was ambitious, but after being yelled at by Jing Nan, his confidence immediately left home. Damn Jing Nan, did he have to be so big-mouthed that everyone in the village knew about it? Even though everyone in the village was in his kitchen.
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Seeing that Du Heng was going to grow potatoes, Wen Qiong, as his master, stood by his side and gave him the greatest support and guidance. Wen Qiong said, "If you can't control the spiritual energy, you can let the plants grow in a normal environment and slowly inject spiritual energy."
It was too difficult for Du Heng to grow potatoes remotely from the beginning. Wen Qiong proposed a compromise solution: "In the original growth environment of the plants, appropriate spiritual energy can make them grow faster."
Du Heng probably understood what Wen Qiong meant. He found a dilapidated wooden barrel and dug half a barrel of soil from the spiritual field. Then he buried the cut potatoes in the barrel one by one. After planting the potatoes, Du Heng carried the barrel to the yard.
He tried his best to gather all the conditions for plant growth. The potato seedlings were soaked in the rain in the wooden barrel, and they looked lush and beautiful. Du Heng closed his eyes and extended his spiritual sense to the potatoes. He was not very skilled in injecting spiritual energy, but he had gained experience in pulling out weeds in the past few days - the combination of spiritual sense and spiritual energy was very effective.
Du Heng's consciousness entered the potato seedlings. It was a strange feeling. He felt like he had become a potato. He needed sunlight, rain, fertile soil, and sufficient spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy around Du Heng began to flow, and the light blue spiritual energy poured into Du Heng's body from all around, and then passed to the potato seedlings through Du Heng. Everyone saw that the potato seedlings were growing rapidly, they quickly grew from seven or eight inches long to one foot long, and then from one foot long to two feet long.
Seeing that they had actually sprouted buds and were about to bloom, Du Heng opened his eyes and cruelly pinched off the buds: "If the potatoes are blooming, they will just bloom, and the potatoes in the soil will not grow big."
Jing Nan wiped the sweat off his head: "You actually know this?"
When the potato seedlings in the bucket turned yellow, Du Heng opened his eyes. The spiritual energy in his hand was still transmitting: "It's almost done."
Jing Nan glanced into the barrel, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Good guy, it's possible."
The potatoes Du Heng planted were indeed big, more than two times bigger than those planted by Jing Nan. Jing Nan only planted two or three big potatoes at most, and the rest were small potatoes. However, the potatoes that Du Heng cut into pieces actually produced more than a dozen fist-sized potatoes, and there were few small potatoes.
Du Heng carried the wooden barrel from the yard to the eaves of the corridor, and he found a colander and said, "It's time to harvest potatoes!"
Du Heng pulled the potato vines off the barrel and put them aside. He reached into the soil and dug out the big yellow potatoes covered in soil. "One... two..."
Finally, Du Heng got two baskets of potatoes: "Hey, the yield is pretty good."
It was just a little tiring. The spiritual energy required to stimulate the growth of spiritual plants was different from that required to pull out spiritual plants. The spiritual energy required to stimulate the growth of spiritual plants was dozens of times that of pulling out spiritual plants. However, this kind of fatigue was not unbearable. Du Heng felt quite accomplished.
Du Heng happily carried his potatoes into the kitchen. Wen Qiong looked at his back and said with a smile, "It seems that he can find a way to practice that suits him."
She only gave a few words of advice, and Du Heng was able to produce such beautiful potatoes on his own. His spiritual energy transmission was very stable throughout the process, although it was slow, but it was already in good shape.
Du Heng was completely unaware of what he was doing. He was busy peeling the skin off the new potatoes. The skin of the potatoes just out of the soil was easy to remove, and a large piece was torn off. Soon there was a pile of golden potatoes in front of Du Heng.
Du Heng took a kitchen knife and cut the potatoes into thin slices: "It's actually very convenient to make potato chips and French fries. I'll make them later and you'll know once you eat them."
He said this to Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao had eaten French fries mixed with braised prawns before, and he liked the texture of crispy outside and tender inside. He just didn't know if the potato chips would taste the same. Xiaoxiao was full of expectations after hearing what Du Heng said.
A large pot of water was boiled in the pot, and Du Heng soaked the cut potato chips in the water. The water was slightly yellow and a little turbid. Du Heng washed the potato chips several times and then took them out of the water. He also kept the water in the wooden basin.
After the yellowish water settles, potato starch will appear at the bottom. This starch can be used to thicken food or wrap things for frying in oil, which is very useful.
After the water in the pot boiled, Du Heng threw the potato chips into the water. The chips he cut were thin, and soon they became slightly transparent in the water. Du Heng quickly scooped up the potato chips and rinsed them in the clean water that had been prepared nearby.
When Xuan Yu came in with the taro slices, Du Heng hurriedly called him, "Come here, the taro slices need to be soaked, otherwise they will get mushy when baked."
Xuan Yu said slowly: "Let me soak the taro slices. I think the rice crust you baked seems to be cooked."
Du Heng ran to the stove as soon as he heard it, and quickly opened the oven door. As soon as the oven door opened, the smell of salted egg yolks wafted out. Du Heng's hands were attached with spiritual energy, and he actually brought out eight baking trays with his bare hands!
The rice crust in the baking tray is sizzling, and four golden rice crusts appear in each baking tray. After cooling, they will become crispy.
Du Heng placed a large plate on the dining table. He turned the baking tray upside down and poured the rice crust into the plate. The golden rice crust was square and neat, and some of the rice crust fell off and knocked off the rice grains on the corners. Xiaoxiao stretched his neck to pick up the rice grains and put them into his mouth. He stared at the plate with stars in his eyes.
Du Heng looked at Xiao Xiao and smiled: "Don't worry, it will become crispy when it is cold."
The eight baking trays were just a test, and his rice had not been completely used up. This time he would make more baking trays and bake all the rice crusts at once.
When Du Heng put the second batch of rice crust into the oven, the egg yolk rice crust on the plate finally cooled down. Xiaoxiao took a bite of it with great care. Hmm! The egg yolk tasted crunchy! Fresh and fragrant, it was a thousand times more delicious than the rice crust baked in the usual pan! !
Everyone in the kitchen took a piece to try. It was crispy in the mouth and the texture of the rice crust was actually a bit hard, but for everyone with good teeth, this hardness was just right.
Wen Qiong liked this snack. She held the rice crust in one hand and bit it, and with the other hand she caught the rice grains under the rice crust, waiting for them to fall. "This is delicious, even better than the five-spice beans."
Du Heng smiled and said, "If the master likes it, I will make more when I have time."
Wen Qiong nodded repeatedly: "Yeah."
God knows how much Du Heng wanted to tell Wen Qiong that if Wen Qiong would beat him less, he would be willing to exchange it for ten rice crusts! But he knew he couldn't say it. With Wen Qiong's temper, if she knew he had this idea, she would probably beat him even more fiercely.
Du Heng made some more rectangular baking trays, this time they were bigger and could hold a lot of potato slices. Du Heng sprinkled salt, cumin and a small amount of pepper on the potato slices and mixed them evenly, then spread the potato slices one by one on the baking tray.
Once the rice crust is out of the oven, you can put the potatoes in the oven!
At this time, Xuan Yu pointed to the wooden basin in the pool where Du Heng had soaked the potato chips and asked, "Can I pour out the water in here?"
Du Heng said hurriedly: "Don't fall! I'll do it!"
At this time, the water in the wooden basin had separated into upper and lower layers. The upper layer was slightly yellow water, and at the bottom there was a layer of milky white potato starch that was slowly flowing. Du Heng took a small bowl and scraped the potato starch into it. He said to Xuan Yu, "Later, a layer of starch like this will appear in the water used to soak the taro. Don't waste it."
Xuan Yu nodded: "Okay." He had long known about Du Heng's frugality, and Xuan Yu had always respected Du Heng's habits.
After the taro slices were cooked, Du Heng also placed them on the baking tray. There were five trays of potato slices and ten trays of taro slices. There was a large stack of baking trays on the table, which looked spectacular at first glance.
But Du Heng estimated that the chips he made might not be able to withstand the crunching of the villagers for a few days. Chips just take up space, and there are not many of them. Du Heng himself can eat most of a plate of chips.
Looking at the people waiting, Du Heng thought it was fine. After all, he had mastered the trick of accelerating plant growth, and he would make it when everyone wanted to eat it in the future.
After the rice crust came out of the oven, Du Heng put the potato slices into the oven first. He cut the potato slices thinly, so they should be able to be turned over in two cups of tea.
Amid the crackling sounds and the smell of salted egg yolks filling the kitchen, the potato chips were ready to be turned over. After being baked, the potato chips were arranged in various shapes, and some of them even had bulging bubbles on them. Du Heng and Xuan Yu quickly turned the potato chips over, and then Du Heng put the potato chips back into the oven.
Du Heng estimated that it would take less than half a cup of tea for his potato chips to be ready. Du Heng stood next to the stove and took out the baking tray as soon as the time was up.
The potato chips on the baking tray were in all shapes and sizes, but without exception, every piece was very crispy. You didn't need to wait for them to cool down, you could hear the crunching sound when you picked up a piece and put it in your mouth. Before you even got to the dining table, Jing Nan and the others had already started eating.
Feng Gui nodded while pinching the potato chips: "This... is pretty good."
Feng Daxian'er didn't ask for spicy food? How strange! As soon as Xiaoxiao heard his uncle say this, he immediately became alert. He jumped onto the dining table and stretched out his wings to protect the potato chip baking tray: "Chirp!!"
These are all his, uncle, you are not allowed to take them!
Feng Gui's pleasure was to torment Xiao Xiao. When Xiao Xiao said this, the kitchen was in chaos. While dodging, Xiao Wonton's tail was stepped on by Feng Gui. Poor Xiao Wonton cried for the second time today, and Du Heng could only hold it and rub it for the second time.
The taste of potato chips is relatively light, and compared to potato chips, the taste of taro chips is stronger. Taro itself has a strong sweet taste, and the baked taro chips have a crispier texture, so people prefer taro chips.
After research, Du Heng discovered that the reason why the taro slices were crispy was because of the knife skills. Xuan Yu's knife skills were very steady. Although the taro slices he cut had different shapes, the thickness was uniform. Du Heng was still a little short of that level.
Du Heng praised Xuan Yu again: "Xuan Yu is so amazing! When can I become a cultivator like you?"
Wen Qiong chewed on taro slices and said quietly, "Want to become a cultivator like Master Xuan? Okay, I'll start teaching you the sword cultivation method tomorrow. What do you think?"
Du Heng pretended to be dead: "Just pretend I didn't say anything!"
He hadn't finished pulling out all the grass yet, and if he added the sword cultivation skills he had learned, he would definitely die in the village.
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Xiaoxiao's storage bag was bulging again. When Du Heng was practicing, he could hear him chewing rice crusts, eating potato chips and taro chips. When he was eating, Xiaoxiao would hum a little tune, while Du Heng was often beaten to death by Peizhu. He once suspected that Xiaoxiao was watching a play while he was practicing, and eating snacks while watching the play.
Du Heng felt a little regretful. He was practicing very hard, but Xiaoxiao was provoking him. He really shouldn't have made things difficult for himself!
Not long after the Spring Equinox, it was the Qingming Festival, during which time there was a lot of rain. In addition to the daily weeding and beatings, Du Heng's practice also included some trivial matters.
There were not many plants left in the field that Wen Qiong and Jing Nan had prepared for him at the beginning, so they opened up another piece of land for Du Heng. This piece of land was directly south of the previous spiritual field, separated from the previous land by only a road.
Du Heng planted vegetables and edible spiritual plants in his eight plots of land, and Xuan Yu helped to set up a simple spiritual gathering array in the fields. The spiritual gathering array can make the temperature in the fields more suitable for plant growth, and the plants in Du Heng's fields grow vigorously.
In his fields, there are tender potato vines, a row of garlic, green vegetables that look like flowers, lush green leeks, peppers with small white flowers... and many more spiritual plants that are said to be edible that he transplanted from Jingnan's yard.
At the foot of the North Mountain, there is also a stone river like the one at the South Mountain. The land near the stone river is not very fertile. At Jing Nan's suggestion, Du Heng planted a row of fruit trees on the ridge to the north of the spiritual field. The fruit trees are now only one person tall and sparse, but in the near future, these fruit trees will be full of fruits.
Du Heng was worried that his spiritual plants would not grow well, so he would allocate some spiritual energy to help his vegetables grow after weeding every day. When the rain fell during the Qingming Festival, the fields were green. It looked much more pleasing to the eye than Jing Nan's hundreds of acres of spiritual plant fields.
Before Qingming Festival, Feng Gui was about to go on a long journey. Xiao Xiao was in a very good mood these days. Thinking that Feng Gui was going out and no one would care about him, Xiao Xiao could laugh out loud even when he fell asleep. This led to him being locked up at home by his uncle to take political lessons. Du Heng could only see him at mealtimes these two days.
Oh, what a sinful uncle-nephew relationship! Did this uncle and nephew dig up each other's ancestral graves in their previous life?
In addition to his practice these two days, Du Heng has been preparing things for Feng Gui to take away. Among them, there is one thing that Feng Gui specifically asked for, and that is the hot pot base.
Feng Gui said that this thing was good. As long as the water was boiled, any vegetable could be thrown into it and cooked.
The hot pot base that Du Heng cooked last time was almost gone, and Feng Gui wanted to take a big pot away, so he had no choice but to start cooking the hot pot ingredients without complaint.
The peppers he bought were running low, and the peppers planted in the spiritual field were still one-foot-tall seedlings, just beginning to form flower buds. Du Heng had no choice but to ask Xuan Yu to help him buy some peppers from Zhou's shop.
That morning, when Du Heng was weeding in the field, Wen Qiong called him from the ridge: "Du Heng, did you ask Master Xuan to buy something? The delivery man is here, go over and take a look."
Du Heng raised his head from among the pea seedlings and said in surprise, "It was delivered so soon?" Xuan Yu was incredibly efficient. He had just asked Xuan Yu for help two days ago, and someone delivered it today.
Du Heng stuffed the tiny roots into the storage bag. The roots that had grown in the past few days were the small buds that emerged from the roots and stems and leaves that he accidentally broke when weeding. Sometimes you would miss them if you didn't look carefully. But if you didn't find it in time, it would absorb spiritual energy and grow into a lush weed in two days, which made Du Heng defenseless.
When Du Heng arrived at the courtyard, he saw Zhou Xiyue, the second shopkeeper of Zhou's shop, standing in the corridor. Zhou Xiyue was tall, and he could probably touch the top of the corridor eaves with his hand.
Seeing Du Heng coming in, Zhou Xiyue bowed and said, "Mr. Du! I brought you some new things. Would you like to take a look?"
Du Heng looked under the eaves and saw more than a dozen storage bags, which were open and exposed. Du Heng scanned with his spiritual sense and felt that Zhou Xiyue might have moved all the Zhou family shops here.
How much stuff can a dozen storage bags hold? Du Heng only knew that if the stuff in a storage bag was not supported by a formation, he couldn't even carry it.
Xuan Yu stood at the kitchen door and saw Du Heng's surprised look. He explained, "You have been busy practicing recently and have no time to leave the village, so I asked Shopkeeper Zhou to bring more goods. You can take your time to choose."
Du Heng said embarrassedly: "I just wanted some chili peppers, but I didn't expect Manager Zhou to bring so many."
Zhou Xiyue smiled brightly: "Mr. Du and Mr. Xuan are the VIPs of our Zhou's shop. Don't worry, just take your time to choose."
Du Heng glanced at Xuan Yu. How could he be a VIP? Xuan Yu was the VIP, right? Only Xuan Yu would buy a lot of things in Zhou's shop, right? But that wasn't right...
Du Heng still remembered what Xuan Yu's house looked like when he first arrived in the village. How could Xuan Yu buy a lot of things like he did?
Du Heng scratched his head. He actually had doubts about the identities of the people in the village. He just felt that curiosity was instinctive, and being able to control this curiosity and not to inquire about other people's situations was a kind of self-cultivation.
Everyone has curiosity, but not everyone has self-control. If someone wants to tell you something, they will tell you sooner or later. There is no need to ask questions.
Du Heng bowed to Zhou Xiyue and said, "Thank you, Manager Zhou."
He looked at the storage bags piled under the eaves, and saw that they were filled with a wide variety of things. Zhou Xiyue brought dozens of kinds of peppers that Du Heng needed.
Du Heng looked around and saw that some peppers were only the size of a finger, colorful and beautiful; some peppers were thin and long, with one pepper being a foot long; some peppers were only three inches long and cone-shaped, bright red and awe-inspiring; some peppers were round, with one pepper being bigger than a fist...
Du Heng was amazed. He didn't expect there would be so many peppers. It was only the beginning of spring, wasn't it? Where did Zhou's shop get so many peppers?
Zhou Xiyue seemed to see through Du Heng's question. He explained, "These are mountain peppers from the south, some are dried and some are fresh. The south is not like our Lingxi Town where it is covered with ice and snow in winter. The spiritual plants there grow well all year round. These mountain peppers are fresh goods, and the local alchemists and weapon refiners have stockpiled a lot of them recently."
Du Heng had a question mark hanging above his head. Besides being eaten, can peppers also be used to make medicine and weapons?
Jing Nan walked in with his hands in his pockets: "I heard that the second son of the Zhou family is here, so I came to see if there is any new stuff. Hmm? This mountain pepper is good, give me some. It happens to be needed for my Hundred Poison Pills. And this, this..."
Jing Nan ordered more than a dozen kinds of goods in a row, including two kinds of chili peppers. The rest were some strange things, some of which Du Heng had never seen before.
Du Heng asked weakly: "Jingnan, you use chili peppers to make pills? Are you serious?"
Jing Nan looked at Du Heng strangely and said, "Of course, the peppers in the south are rare. It's rare to see such fresh peppers in this season. Some anti-poison pills made with peppers have miraculous effects. Didn't you eat them last time?"
Du Heng's mouth twitched. The colors and tastes of the pills made by Jing Nan were so weird. How would he know what materials were used?
Jing Nan said: "Some mountain peppers have bright colors and can be used to dye clothes. They have a pungent taste and some weapon refiners will add them to their magic weapons to fight against enemies."
Du Heng broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this, and the words "chili water" suddenly appeared in his mind.
After hearing what Jing Nan said, Du Heng no longer thought about it. He bought a lot of peppers with confidence. He bought several types of peppers he knew, and also bought some of the other peppers that didn't look like peppers. In the future, if the conditions are right, he can study the unique way of eating peppers in the cultivation world.
The white-shelled eggs were neatly stacked one by one in a bamboo basket. Du Heng was delighted when he saw the eggs: "Eggs?"
Zhou Xiyue said, "Yes, these are eggs from white-feathered chickens from the north, but there aren't many. Last time I saw you buy a lot of sea duck eggs, Mr. Du, and I thought you might be interested in these eggs, so I brought them here. Do you want them, Mr. Du?"
Du Heng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Chicken eggs are more delicate than duck eggs. Although sea duck eggs are larger, their taste is far inferior to chicken eggs. Jingnan and Xiaoxiao both like to eat eggs, so Du Heng can cook a large pot of tea eggs or braised eggs for them to eat slowly.
He could also make chicken and duck eggs into spicy braised eggs for Feng Gui to take away. If Feng Gui didn't have time to eat, she could eat a few to fill her stomach.
Zhou Xiyue took the basket of eggs out of the storage bag and put it in the kitchen together with the peppers she had just picked. Du Heng took a look and found that there were only more than 500 eggs in the basket, which was indeed not much compared to the sea duck eggs he bought last time.
In addition to the eggs, he also found round wooden barrels that seemed to contain some liquid. At first, Du Heng thought it was soybean oil or liquor, but he didn't expect it to be milk!
Zhou Xiyue said, "This is milk from the grasslands in the north. It is rich in spiritual energy and sells very well here. But it can only be sold for one spring. In the summer, you won't be able to buy it even if you want to."
Du Heng held a half bowl of milk in his hand. He sniffed it and it smelled like milk. However, this milk should not have been processed, and it had a faint fishy smell. Du Heng took a sip and found that the milk had a uniform texture and tasted a little sweet. He shook the bowl and the milk formed a circle of white stains next to the bowl. Based on his intuition, Du Heng felt that this was the best milk.
Du Heng looked at the wooden barrels in the storage bag and saw that there were ten barrels in the storage bag, each one was four feet thick and one person tall. Du Heng asked Xuan Yu carefully, "Milk is a good thing. Should we buy two barrels and keep them?"
Xuan Yu said, "I want both."
Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu in surprise: "Can you finish all this?"
Xuan Yu explained, "Xiaoxiao loves to drink milk. The person who brought him milk a few days ago was supposed to come, but I don't know what happened this year and he still hasn't come. Don't worry, he can finish it."
Du Heng nodded: "That's fine. Milk can be used to make a lot of delicious things. It won't go bad if you keep it in the refrigerator. It's okay to buy a little more."
In addition to milk, Zhou Xiyue also brought miscellaneous items such as wine yeast and nuts. Du Heng picked and chose, and soon there was a large pile in the kitchen. Looking at this pile of things, Du Heng felt that he would not leave the village for the next one or two months.
When Du Heng wanted to pay, Zhou Xiyue told him that Xuan Yu had already paid in advance.
Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu accusingly, and Xuan Yu said seriously, "You need to pay a certain deposit, and then the people from Zhou's shop will deliver the goods to your door."
Du Heng could only accept his red envelope in frustration. What Xuan Yu said was right, and he just accepted it. He had discovered that as long as Xuan Yu and the others were around, it would be difficult for him to spend money.
Zhou Xiyue and Xuan Yu put the things Du Heng bought into the refrigerator, and the refrigerator became full again. The ten barrels of milk could not be placed on the shelves in the refrigerator, so they had to be placed in the aisle. Du Heng suddenly felt that the refrigerator was crowded.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Du Heng was preparing to make lunch. The rain outside was getting heavier, and Du Heng quietly asked Xuan Yu: "Xuan Yu, can you
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