The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"At least ten taels."

Zicheng had never seen so much money before. He jumped up with a scream. "So much money!"

"Is this delicious?" Shachu asked with his dark eyes.

"This is a medicinal herb, how can you just eat it casually? Musk can invigorate the mind, invigorate blood circulation and resolve stagnation. It is used to make Suhexiang Pills and Liushen Pills..."

"Storax, it sounds delicious." Wen Zicheng showed his two rows of glutinous rice teeth and smiled innocently.

"This is not the name of a pastry. It is a medicine that can wake up the unconscious people."

"Resurrection from the dead, isn't this the magic pill?" Wen Zicheng now admires his elder sister very much. She can bring his mother back to life, she has this ability.

"You also know about elixirs." Wen Qingcheng reached out and rubbed his little head.

Wen Qingcheng found the right position and touched a flat round sac. He raised his knife and immediately cut a three-inch long incision.

"boom--"

The three of them were shocked. Xiangzhang's belly suddenly exploded, and his intestines flowed all over the floor. Wen Qingcheng immediately went to check on Musk, but she didn't expect Xiangzhang's belly to explode.

He broke off a tender stem and rummaged through a pile of intestines. Fortunately, the musk was intact. Wen Qingcheng took out a handkerchief from his arms and wrapped the musk.

"It stinks." Wen Zicheng's brows were twisted into a knot, and he began to doubt his elder sister's judgment.

Chuyi didn't believe it. He thought that since his wife said that this was musk, it could be used as medicine and spice, so it must be fragrant. He leaned over and took a deep breath, then turned his head and started to retch.

Wen Qingcheng chuckled: "The musk just taken out is like this, I haven't finished my words yet, it needs special treatment to be fragrant."

Wen Zicheng covered his mouth and nose. Although he didn't understand how such a smelly thing could become fragrant, but since the eldest sister said it was possible, then it must be possible.

After a simple treatment, Chuyi went down the mountain carrying the musk deer, while Wen Qingcheng wrapped the pheasant in a bag and carried it on his shoulders.

When they arrived at the village, they immediately attracted countless eyes from the villagers. Since Chuyi was a fool, they thought Wen Qingcheng was dumb, so even if they were curious, no one asked.

When she got home, those extremely bad relatives were not at home. Ye Xiuying walked out of the house and was frightened by the "monster" in front of her.

Without waiting for Ye Xiuying to ask, Wen Qingcheng said happily: "We shot a pheasant and a musk deer."

"Oh my god, such a fat chicken." Ye Xiuying opened the bag and looked at it, then ran to the wall and saw the musk deer. "How did you hunt such a big one?"

"Sister, whoosh, and then..." Wen Zicheng gestured with his hands and feet.

Seeing Zicheng's words getting more and more outrageous, Wen Qingcheng held her forehead with her hand. If he continued, he would turn Wen Qingcheng into a heavenly soldier. She quickly cleared her throat and explained, "I made the crossbow for Chuyi when my father was alive. I was afraid that it would be unsafe for him to go up the mountain to collect firewood, so I used it for self-defense."

"I was afraid that he would use this thing recklessly and hurt someone, so I kept it from him." Wen Qingcheng laughed dryly.

Ye Xiuying was puzzled: her husband is a scholar, not a hunter, how could he make such a thing? He is really a hidden talent.

Seeing the pheasant, Ye Xiuying thought about how to eat in the evening, so she didn't ask about the details of hunting. She took a small bucket of water and went to the kitchen to boil water to pluck the chicken. She also asked Chuyi to get a knife to peel the deer skin, so that she could make a warm vest for the children and a scarf for herself.

Wen Qingcheng moved a stool and stood on tiptoe, intending to hang the musk under the eaves. Otherwise, in such a hot day, without a refrigerator, it would definitely go bad.

Always just a little bit short, Wen Qingcheng stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms, still one centimeter short. Suddenly, her feet felt light, and she jumped up, turned around and looked down, and was greeted by the innocent smile of Silly Chuyi.

Wen Qingcheng quickly hung up the musk and patted the back of his hand: "Put me down."

Standing firmly, Wen Qingcheng noticed that Chuyi was shirtless at this moment, with broad shoulders, bulging muscles on his arms, and six-pack abs. In the sunlight, beads of sweat hung on his body, exuding a wild and curvaceous beauty.

This figure would have fascinated countless people in the previous life, but in the last days, men considered a strong and powerful body to be beautiful. Wen Qingcheng was very close to him, feeling a little embarrassed, so she took two steps back and coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment.

"Do you feel warm?"

Chu nodded quickly, not noticing Wen Qingcheng's slightly flushed cheeks. He picked up the knife and continued to sharpen it on the whetstone.

Ye Xiuying boiled a large pot of hot water, poured it into a wooden basin, and then took two chicken feet and soaked them upside down in the hot water, repeating this several times. When they were almost hot enough, she began to pluck the feathers.

While Ye Xiuying was plucking the feathers, Wen Zicheng was picking out the beautiful feathers. He collected the feathers and asked his mother to make feather shuttlecocks for him. He gave them to his good friend Xiao Moli. Xiao Moli must have liked them when she saw them.

When Wen Zicheng thought of this, he smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. Ye Xiuying had no idea that such a young child could please a little girl.

After plucking the feathers, they started to process the pheasant's internal organs, washed away the blood, rubbed salt and seasoning on the chicken, marinated it for a while, took it to the kitchen, cut ginger slices and green onion segments, put them all into an iron pot, added boiled water, and stewed it over a fire.

The pot was bubbling. Ye Xiuying skimmed off the foam with a large spoon, covered the pot, and simmered on low heat for several hours. By sunset, the chicken was cooked soft.

Soon, the aroma of chicken wafted out from the kitchen. Chuyi and Wen Zicheng came over following the smell, along with Baolong, who was covered in mud after playing outside.

Wen Zicheng was a little unhappy when he found Baolong following him, but he didn't dare to chase him away. Baolong was seven years old, older than Zicheng, and had a chubby build. Zicheng had never been able to beat him since childhood.

When Ye Xiuying saw Baolong coming, she thought that even if the parents in his family had many faults, the child was innocent, so she took out a small bowl and wanted to pick up a chicken wing for him to eat.

Chuyi knew that Baolong liked to bully Zicheng, so he disliked Baolong very much. He clenched his iron fist and gestured to Baolong. Baolong was so scared that he ran away immediately, saying as he ran: "Wait, wait until my father comes back, I will tell my father."

At this time, Wen Qingcheng came in with the washed pheasant innards. "Qingcheng, what are you going to do with these?"

“Let’s stir-fry these.”

"These may not taste good if fried, so why not boil them?"

"Mom, don't worry about this, I'll do it." Wen Qingcheng said as she pickled the internal organs skillfully and took out the fresh peppers picked from the mountain.

"Qingcheng, why are you picking this? People in the village have picked this before and tried many ways to eat it. It's also hot when you cook it, and your mouth feels like it's on fire after you eat it."

Only then did Wen Qingcheng realize that in the Great Qi Dynasty, chili peppers had not yet appeared on people's dining tables.

"Mom, just wait for the good food."

Chuyi and Zicheng each held a bowl, drinking chicken soup, and surrounded Wen Qingcheng. After Wen Qingcheng finished cutting the peppers and other ingredients, she looked down and saw two pairs of curious eyes looking at her.

"Hey, you two, go pick the peppers I picked, string them up with needle and thread, and then hang them up to dry."

The two who received the task cards immediately took action. Ye Xiuying's chicken soup was also out of the pot. The chicken soup was scooped into two large ceramic basins, and the pot was cleaned. It was Wen Qingcheng's turn. When the oil temperature was slightly hot, add onions, ginger, garlic, peppers and chilies to stir-fry. After a while, the pot exuded a rich aroma.

At this time, the chicken offal is also marinated. Put it into the pan together with the side dishes and stir-fry. Sprinkle with salt and it will be cooked quickly. It is shiny in color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is fresh and refreshing.

"It smells so good." Ye Xiuying's illness has mostly healed now, and she has an appetite again. Everything she eats smells delicious.

"Mom, bring a big plate." The mother and daughter worked in perfect harmony. Ye Xiuying looked at the prepared dishes and asked in a low voice, "Should we send some to your grandma?"