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

The wing room where Ji Yinghuai lived was also built with blue bricks, but Jiang Shian didn't notice that there was a loose brick on the side of the bed, which could be used to put a note or something like that. No one would notice it.

The brick was removed and there was nothing inside. Ji Yinghuai frowned and sat on the bed. It seemed that the investigation was not going very smoothly.

If it were really that easy to find out, he wouldn't have fallen into this ambush.

This foggy memory, I don't know when it will be completely revealed. But the most important part of the memory is missing, only the part that was severely injured that day, and the people who ambushed him were most likely the closest people around him.

Thinking of those concerned and greeting faces, a hint of anger flashed across his brows.

Having fought together on the battlefield, he really couldn't understand how great the benefit would be for someone to betray him without hesitation?

After suppressing his restless mood, Ji Yinghuai stood up and walked out of the house to the kitchen. When he was with the boy, he could always easily calm his restless mood.

Jiang Shian had just steamed the rice. After a tiring day, he wanted to reward himself with a few bowls of dry rice.

There is only one piece of meat left, but there are still quite a few other vegetables.

He was carrying a wooden basin and was about to go to the well to wash, when he bumped head-on into Ji Yinghuai who had just entered the room.

"Why are you here again? Didn't you go to rest?" Jiang Shian paused, frowned and pointed behind him, "By the way, your medicine is on the stove next to you. You can drink it after it's heated up."

He had been simmering for more than an hour in the morning, and now he could drink it as soon as it was hot.

"Okay, thank you Shi An." Ji Yinghuai walked in and sat down in front of the stove skillfully, answering what he just said: "It would be boring for me to sit alone, so I might as well come and talk to you."

Jiang Shian raised his eyebrows and smiled, then went to wash the vegetables first.

Cut the spring bamboo shoots into slices, blanch them in water and remove them. Heat the oil in the pan, add the dried chilies, stir-fry until fragrant, then add the meat. When the meat is cooked, add the spring bamboo shoots.

The meat had been salted, and even after washing it several times, it was still a little salty. Jiang Shian didn't even add salt to the spring bamboo shoots.

The bamboo shoots were sent by the rich boy’s mother. There were two big ones, and they were very fresh and tender.

Aunt Huang also told him the place to dig bamboo shoots. If he wanted to eat them next time, he could dig them himself. There are plenty of them on the mountain.

Not many people in the village like to eat this thing. Every time it is cooked, it tastes a bit bitter and is considered inferior to wild vegetables.

The ginger shao is blanched in water before being fried, so the bitterness has been removed and only the fragrance of bamboo shoots remains.

I also cooked some light green vegetables.

Roast two dried chilies, put salt in a bowl, crush the dried chilies and put them in, then pour some vegetable soup as a simple dipping sauce.

It was getting late at this time and the light in the house was a little dim, so the two of them picked up some food and sat in the yard to eat.

A few scattered stars can be seen in the sky. The moonlight is quite nice tonight, and it will probably be sunny again tomorrow.

Since Ji Yinghuai went to the battlefield, he had been eating from a big pot. Although it wasn't too bad, it wasn't very good either.

After eating Jiang Shian's cooking every day these past few days, he finally realized how good his cooking skills were. The food tasted even better than what the chef in his house cooked.

The boy always gave him unexpected surprises. There wasn't even a trace of callus on his hands. He was obviously a spoiled young master from a wealthy family, but he was also very skillful when doing things in the kitchen.

"I want to go to town tomorrow." Jiang Shian said as he ate, "The house is too empty, so I'll buy some chickens and ducks to raise, and take a look at what kind of business is more suitable in town. I'm afraid that one day we will starve to death if we only have outgoings but no incomings."

Ji Yinghuai paused while eating, thinking about what Jiang Shian had told him before about his life experience. He was now penniless and did not have a single penny.

Since he was so short of money, he might as well leave a note on the wall and ask people to steal a jade pendant from his house and pawn it, which would at least fetch a few dozen taels.

Despite his thoughts, he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you. I'll help you with whatever you need."

"That's a must. Do you want to eat and live for free?" He looked at Ji Yinghuai and asked, "I don't think you are from the surrounding towns. Tomorrow, can you help me find out what you have there that this town doesn't have and can make money quickly?"

Ji Yinghuai nodded in agreement.

The golden finger that comes with time travel is that there are many modern snacks and daily necessities that did not exist in ancient times, but there is still one issue to consider: materials.

He originally thought that since no one had ever eaten the clams, he should be able to sell them for the same amount of money, but it was difficult to make them, and they would be cold by the time they were made at home and brought to town. If he made them in town, he would need to buy pots and pans, and it would be inconvenient without a carriage to run around.

We can only wait until he saves some money and opens a shop, and then sell it.

As for the braised snacks like pig offal mentioned in the novels I read before, that is even more unrealistic. In the countryside, it is very good to be able to eat meat a few times a year. How can you bear to throw it away?

He had only been here for a few days and didn't know much about this dynasty yet. The only way to learn more about it was to go to the town's bookstore and buy a few books for reference.

After dinner, Ji Yinghuai took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Jiang Shian sat in the yard for a while, carrying a wooden bucket and continuing to fetch water and water the vegetables with full enthusiasm.

The food was spilled and what needed to be done was done. Jiang Shian sat in the yard bored, looking at the stars in the sky.

I miss his cell phone. This season, no one has helped the third brother to become the king. He is the only king in their dormitory, and the other three are just noobs.

I don’t know if those three people missed him.

In ancient times, the natives would go to bed after dinner when it got dark. This was really hard for a night owl like him, but fortunately, Ji Yinghuai was at home to chat with him.

Otherwise, he, a chatterbox, could really become autistic.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shian's eyes turned and he suddenly came up with a way to make money.

In ancient times, people used storybooks to relieve boredom in their spare time. He watched a lot of plays and read a lot of novels, but still worried that he could not write.

Ji Yinghuai cleaned up the kitchen and walked to the yard to sit on a wooden bench. The young man next to him was thinking about something, but he suddenly laughed while sitting there.

It was a bit silly, but also looked quite funny. He subconsciously curled the corners of his lips as well.

The two sat for a while, and when they felt cold, they went back to their room to rest.

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The next day.

Jiang Shian yawned, sat up from the bed in a daze, reached out to take the clothes on the bed and put them on.

This was the clothes he wore when he came back that day, but he didn't take it to the clothing store to sell because the collar was stained with blood.

Now that the blood stains have been washed off, it's just the right thing to wear when going out on weekdays.

When he walked out of the room, Ji Yinghuai was already washing his face in the yard. He said "good morning" to him when he saw him.

"Ji Er, good morning."

Just as he was about to fetch water to wash up, Ji Yinghuai took the wooden bucket from his hand and said, "The well water is cold. I'll boil some hot water in the kitchen and pour it for you."

Jiang Shian nodded blankly, staring at the man's back in thought. He didn't realize he was so considerate.

From time to time, the sound of dogs barking and chickens crowing could be heard in the village. The hardworking farmers had already gotten up, tidied up their things and were going to work in the fields.

They arrived at the right time. Early in the morning, the village chief was going to the town to sell vegetables he had grown himself, so they could just get a ride.

The village chief has an only son who is married and has a 15-year-old boy.

The young man looked at Jiang Shian and the others with curiosity since he got on the carriage. The clothes on him were obviously made of better material than those on Jiang Shian, and his skin was white, tender and tight. It was obvious that he was raised and loved by his family.

The village chief saw it and said to Jiang Shian with a smile: "This is my little Sun Jingli. He is going to the town with us. He is studying in the town's academy. I guess he is staring at you because you are good-looking."

Jiang Shian smiled at Jing Li, and the little guy immediately retracted his head behind the woman next to him, obviously shy.

The woman also laughed. Her boy has liked good-looking things since he was young. He would look twice more at good-looking people when he met them. She didn't expect that he kept staring at people today and even felt shy when being criticized.

The woman looked at Jiang Shian and the other man and said kindly, "Why are you going to town so early in the morning..."

"To add some things to the house. We haven't lived here for a long time and many of them can't be used anymore." Jiang Shian replied.

Ji Yinghuai beside him remained silent, frowning as he looked at the trees on both sides of the road.

As everyone was chatting, the carriage arrived at the town gate.

The sky in the east gradually turned white, and the sun would come out soon.

The village chief's family was going to set up a stall, so Jiang Shian and his friend got off the car on the street.

Before leaving, the village chief enthusiastically told them that if they had not returned for breakfast, he would take a carriage back to the village with them.

Jiang Shian nodded in thanks, then walked towards the bookstore in the distance with Ji Yinghuai.

It has been a few days since he came here, and he has never seen a word from this dynasty. He just hopes that it is not much different from modern times, otherwise he will be illiterate.