The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

When he arrived at the Huang family’s door, Huang Fugui was going to carry the pig feed back to feed the chickens and ducks, and would come back later.

Jiang Shian returned home, but Ji Yinghuai was nowhere to be seen in the yard.

He put the bamboo basket next to the well and went to the room where Ji Yinghuai lived. He pushed the door open and looked inside, but no one was in bed.

Jiang Shian searched the house inside and outside, but still couldn't find the man. He frowned in confusion, he was still injured and didn't know where he had gone. Could it be that he had recovered his memory and left?

Your legs are on someone else's body, and no one can stop you if you really want to leave. Just leave, just don't let your enemies come to find you.

He snorted in his heart, thinking that the person was saved in vain, there was no benefit, and he even spent a lot of medical expenses.

Jiang Shian went back to the house and took out a wooden basin and a little salt. He poured all the clams in the bamboo basket into the basin, washed them several times with well water, and sprinkled some salt on them to let them spit out the sand.

The other wooden basin was used to wash the Chinese toon. Last time he made a cold dish, and tonight he planned to make fried Chinese toon with eggs. As for the Chinese toon that could not be eaten, he could blanch it in water and then hang it in a dustpan to dry, or rinse it in clean water.

As he was fetching water, he suddenly heard voices coming from the door. He thought it was Huang Fugui coming, so he turned around to see. He saw a man in black clothes holding the door and turning his head to talk to someone.

Because of the wooden door, he couldn't see the person behind him clearly. He could only see Ji Er's lips moving up and down.

The man hadn't been out for the past two days. Could it be that he knew other people in the village? He was a little curious and stood up to take a few steps closer to take a look. As soon as he stood up, the man at the door glanced in his direction with a cold look.

It was the complete opposite of the gentle and indifferent look he had had in the past two days after he woke up. Instead, it was very similar to the cold look he had when he collapsed at the door that day.

Jiang Shian paused.

The man seemed to react, and immediately returned to his previous expression, slowly walking towards him.

"Shi An, you're back!" Ji Yinghuai shouted with a long face. When did Shi An come back? He probably didn't see the person who was talking to him, right?

Jiang Shian glanced at him suspiciously, "Who are you talking to?"

Ji Yinghuai's expression remained unchanged. "The villagers passing by the door asked me who I am."

Jiang Shian said "Oh" casually without asking any further questions.

Ji Yinghuai didn't know whether he believed it or not. He carefully looked at the expression on Jiang Shian's face, but couldn't see anything. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Did you gain anything from going out today?"

"Yes, Huaha and Chinese toon." Jiang Shian was washing the Chinese toon in his hands without even raising his head.

Ji Yinghuai walked a few steps closer and looked into the basin. It seemed like there were tentacles of something growing out of the two shells. Can this thing be eaten?

The smell of Chinese toon was a bit strong, and he subconsciously took a step aside.

Seeing Jiang Shian clean up and carry the basin to the kitchen, he quickly followed, "I'll help you light the fire."

After eating rice for two days, it’s time to improve his diet. He can’t afford to eat it every day.

In addition to rice, I also buy a lot of noodles. In the evening, I just make two pancakes, stir-fry some Chinese toon eggs, and some clams. I also cut some pickled vegetables in the jar and make a cold dish.

Now that the house has been repaired, it's time to plant vegetable seedlings in the empty space in the yard. In addition to planting vegetables tomorrow, he also wants to go up the mountain to try his luck and see if he can dig up some herbs.

Looking at Huang Fugui's reaction when he saw the clams, people here probably don't know that this thing is edible. I'll make it for them to try in the evening. If it tastes good, maybe I can make some to sell.

The water on the stove boiled, and he poured the Chinese toon into the pot to cook it. He glanced at the man sitting next to him who was making the fire. The man was wearing the black robe he wore that day, but it had been washed.

This kind of temperament and dress is not something that ordinary people in TV dramas can have.

Jiang Shian couldn't help but have some wild imaginations for a moment. Many protagonists of novels travel through time and accidentally save the emperor or the empress dowager, and then the protagonists begin to live a life of luck.

He didn't ask for much. The Emperor and the Empress Dowager were unlikely to come. For this remote little village, the emperor would be crazy to go to such places. A son of a rich man would be fine. He didn't need much silver as a thank you, just a few dozen taels would be enough.

"What are you thinking about? She's so beautiful!" Ji Yinghuai felt a little scared by his gaze and couldn't help but remind him.

The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a money tree, as if a shake would produce many gold nuggets.

Jiang Shian came back to his senses, still smiling, and asked him, "I see that your injuries have recovered quite quickly. How is it? Has your memory recovered? Did you remember anything?"

Ji Yinghuai paused, and realized that the man on the other side only had questions in his eyes, not doubts. For some reason, he felt relieved, "I didn't recover too much, I just remembered my name."

He put the firewood in his hand into the stove hole, "Didn't you say that the injury to the back of the head is the most serious? I guess you won't remember it until it's fully healed."

"Oh!" Jiang Shian put the blanched Chinese toon into the cold water beside him and continued to ask, "What was your original name?"

Ji Yinghuai hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly: "My last name is Ji, and my given name is Yinghuai."

Jiang Shian read it once and nodded. He felt that it was not as good as Ji Er.

Ji Yinghuai had been staring at Jiang Shian's expression, and when he saw that he just responded calmly after knowing the truth, he shook his head secretly in his heart. Fortunately, this place was remote. If he heard this name in other places, he would know what his original identity was.

But it’s better not to know, his identity doesn’t seem to have brought him any good reputation.

As soon as the pancakes were put into the pan, Huang Fugui came running over.

As soon as he entered the room, he politely called Jiang Shian. When he saw Ji Yinghuai, his legs couldn't help but go weak. The way he woke up from the bed that day was really scary. Although he spoke to him gently afterwards, he was still a little scared for some reason.

Jiang Shian asked him to sit on the stool and quickly flipped the pancake with the spatula in his hand.

I didn’t have any soybean paste or anything like that at home, so I simply put some chopped green onions into the pancake. After it was baked, it turned golden and smelled quite fragrant.

The clams in the yard had been soaking for a while. He went out to take a look and saw that their shells had opened and the bottom of the basin was full of fine sand.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Zhang Fugui followed him and stood in the yard.

He poured the water in the basin into a dry area in the yard, and then went to fetch well water to wash the clams.

Looking at the anxious look of the little fat boy beside him, he said with some amusement: "Fugui, are you a little afraid of your brother Ji?"

Huang Fugui nodded, pursed his lips and said, "When he doesn't speak, he's cold and a little scary. I'm afraid he'll be beaten."

Jiang Shian was washing clams when he heard this and laughed out loud, "If he still beats you at his age, where would he put his face? Besides, you were the one who gave him the medicine both times, so he should be thanking you."

Huang Fugui was silent. When it came to applying medicine, he thought of the wounds on the man's back and shoulders, some old and some new. The most serious wound he had seen was when his father injured his foot with a hoe last year. It was a bloody cut. Now it has healed and there is a scar left, but compared to this brother Ji, it seems to be a minor injury.

Brother Shi An is a brother, so he naturally wouldn’t talk about these things.

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Heat the oil in the pan, Jiang Shian pours the onion, ginger and garlic into the pan, stir-fry until fragrant, then pour in the chopped pickled peppers.

I didn’t buy hot sauce when I went to town before. This is the pickled vegetables sent by Old Man Chen this morning. In addition to sauerkraut, there are also pickled peppers.

He picked up one to try and found it sour and spicy, appetizing and quite tasty, so he used it instead of hot sauce to stir-fry the clams.

After pouring the clams in, he added a little cooking wine and stir-fried it quickly. The two people on the side all looked into the pot, listening to the sound of the clam shells hitting each other.

Add salt when it’s almost done and sprinkle some chopped green onions before serving. The aroma will immediately fill the whole house.

There is a small piece of tender white meat in the shell, which smells quite fresh and fragrant when you smell it up close.

Jiang Shian placed the dish on the table. "How is it? It looks and smells delicious!"

Huang Fugui swallowed and nodded, "Yeah, I didn't expect there was meat in it."

Taking into account that Ji Yinghuai couldn't eat scrambled eggs with toon, Jiang Shi'an cut a small piece of meat and fried some meat and garlic sprouts.

The meat has been harvested two days ago. Fortunately, the weather is not too hot now, so it won't spoil easily if it is pickled with salt.

The salted meat was a bit salty, so he washed it several times before cutting it and frying it in the pan.

The garlic sprouts were sent by Huang Fugui's mother. They were thick and long, with a strong garlic flavor.

Wang Fugui looked at the table full of delicious dishes. Although he was greedy, he knew that he should not be rude in front of the host, so he sat aside and waited for everyone to come to the table.