In the dim firelight, Feng Jiuyan turned his back to everyone, squatted down, and first washed the iron pot with river water. Then, he symbolically poured a little rice from the cloth bag into the iron pot, and then took another half a pound of rice from the space and put it into the iron pot.
She washed the rice clean with river water, and then secretly put spiritual spring water into the iron pot.
Although the spiritual spring water in the space could not achieve the powerful effect of removing all kinds of poisons, it could help patients recover quickly. Healthy people could also strengthen their bodies after drinking it.
Therefore, it doesn't make sense for her to leave such good spiritual spring water unused and use river water to cook porridge!
Feng Jiuyan smacked her lips and thought that drinking only plain porridge would be tasteless. Besides, her mother and brother were not as healthy as her. They needed some nourishment after a whole day's journey.
She looked at the sparkling river, and an idea flashed in her mind. After making sure that no one was around, she caught three pond carps weighing several taels from the fish pond in the space.
Tanghorn fish is scientifically known as Tangchus tangchus, a type of catfish. It is a warming tonic that can replenish the middle and yang, and is very nutritious. The fish meat contains a variety of minerals and trace elements. It is the most suitable for replenishing the body.
What's more, the fish pond in the space is all fed by spiritual spring water. It is conceivable how precious the fish, shrimps, crabs and other creatures in the fish pond are.
Feng Jiuyan knocked the three mullets unconscious. Then, he grabbed a mullet with his left hand and used two fingers of his right hand to dig into the gills. A stream of blood gushed out and dripped into the iron pot.
The blood of the pond mullet is the most warming and tonic and should not be wasted.
Put the fish's internal organs aside and put the processed mullet into the iron pot. Do the same with the other two mullets. Finally, cover the internal organs with sand.
After doing all this, Feng Jiuyan pretended to make a very loud noise by the river.
Everyone looked at the dark riverside and talked about it.
"Oh, what happened? What happened over there?"
"Who knows! It's probably the eldest daughter of the Feng family of Zhenbei General's Mansion who fell into the river!"
"What? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and save people!" A young man rolled up his sleeves to his cuffs and pretended to run towards the stream.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped by several people.
"Why are you worrying so much! They have such a comfortable life, with eggs, steamed buns, and sesame cakes. Look, didn't they just get an iron pot from the official? There might be even better things in that tightly covered pot. They didn't even give it to you to eat! What's more, the people in Feng Mansion are unmoved, why are you worrying so much!"
After saying that, those people nodded in the direction of the second and third branches of the Feng family.
I saw people from the second and third rooms standing under a big tree, their eyes fixed on the roasted pheasants in the hands of Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli not far away.
The young man hesitated, "That won't do. Human lives are at stake! If you don't save them, I will."
"Bah! Stop pretending to be a hero! If you dare to save that woman today, I will not be polite to your sister!" One of them looked at the young man's sister with obscene eyes.
"You!" The young man pulled his sister behind him and looked at the stream with a worried look on his face.
Feng Jiuyan, who was immersed in the hype, was unaware of all this. She thought the show was almost over, so she picked up the iron pot and ran back.
From a distance, everyone saw Feng Jiuyan running back with excitement, which stunned them.
"No, didn't this woman fall into the river? Why is she running back excitedly with a pot in her hand?"
"Yes, and his clothes were only half wet, and there was no water in his hair. It doesn't look like he fell into the river!"
Thinking that Feng Jiuyan had fallen into the river, the prisoners were gloating over her misfortune and were very puzzled.
Feng Jiuyan ignored them and ran back to the main house where they rested.
A gust of wind blew by, and the prisoners with sensitive noses smelled something unusual.
"The smell of blood, um, and a fishy smell, this is..." He looked at the dark streamside, and after figuring it out, he quickly ran towards the streamside.
The person nearby also reacted and slapped his thigh, "Fuck, this guy didn't fall into the river! He went fishing!"
When these words were spoken, the prisoners were all shocked.
Yes, why didn’t they think there would be fish in the river!
They had not had any meat for more than a day, and had been traveling for a whole day, so their stomachs were empty and there was no food left.
When they heard that there were fish, everyone was extremely excited. Those who could swim and those who couldn't, all ran towards the river.
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"Ayan, you're back. You've been away for a long time and I was so worried." Madam Feng took the iron pot from Feng Jiuyan's hand, looked her up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was okay.
Madam Feng shrugged her nose and asked in surprise, "Fishy smell... Is this, fish?"
Feng Jiuyan nodded and said, "Yes. Just now when I was washing rice by the river, I found a few pond carps. But, alas." She sighed, looking quite regretful, "It's a pity that I only caught three, the others all ran away."
Hearing this, Madam Feng lifted the lid of the pot and looked inside. She saw that the water in the pot had been dyed red by the blood of the mullet, and three mullet were lying quietly on the white rice.
"Ayan, you're awesome! It's already great to catch three tails." Madam Feng praised in a low voice.
Feng Jiuli also nodded in agreement, "Yes, sister, you are already very good."
The little guy's eyes never left the roast chicken. He stared at the roast chicken in the fire intently, fearing that it would be burnt.
Feng Jiuyan: “…” Can you be a little more perfunctory?
Shaking his head, Feng Jiuyan took out the bag of rice from his arms and handed it to Madam Feng, "Mother, keep it safe. I'll build a stove and cook porridge right away. We can have some porridge in a while."
After that, Feng Jiuyan found a few stones and built a simple stove.
Put the iron pot on the stove and Mrs. Feng was responsible for lighting the fire and cooking the porridge.
Fish would be fishy without cooking wine and ginger. Feng Jiuyan planned to ask Wang Datou for some.
Now that they need her help, it would be a waste not to mention conditions.
After saying hello to Madam Feng, Feng Jiuyan walked towards where Wang Datou had set up camp.
When Wang Datou saw Feng Jiuyan coming towards them, he couldn't help but tremble. He quickly hid the silver on his body, and after making sure it was hidden, he pretended to be calm and continued to do what he was doing.
After Feng Jiuyan explained her purpose and asked for rice wine and ginger, Wang Datou breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it doesn't ask for money, everything is fine.
Wang Datou readily took half a can of rice wine and a large piece of ginger to Feng Jiuyan, waved his hand, and sent Feng Jiuyan away.
On the way back, Feng Jiuyan secretly put some salt, pepper, chili and other seasonings in the space into a bamboo tube, and also put a can of lard in a small clay pot.
In this way, no one will doubt where these things come from.
After all, she had just come back from asking for something from Wang Datou.
Feng Jiuyan took a bunch of things back and cut some ginger slices into the iron pot, and poured some rice wine, lard, and an appropriate amount of salt into it.
Anyway, she just asked for something from Wang Datou, so no one would suspect
After a while, the pheasant roasting on the rack was sizzling and emitting a fragrant aroma. The porridge in the iron pot was also boiling, and the sweet smell of fish was oozing out from the lid of the pot.
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