Starting from a thatched cottage, the farmer embarked on the road to wealth through imperial examina

Following Ye Changyan's order, Wu Lang started to light the stove in the double stove.

"Goro, the fire must be controlled as small as possible."

Wulang, who was not very good at making fire, listened to his brother's instructions. Seeing this, Erniu next to him simply exchanged places with Wulang.

Seeing that Erniu had quickly controlled the heat, Ye Changyan poured the chopped wild mushroom strips into the pot and kept stir-frying them.

As the moisture of the wild mushrooms in the pot evaporates, a strong aroma begins to spread.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Wu Lang, who was burning the fire nearby, couldn't help but stand up and take a look, and was about to reach out to grab the wild mushrooms in the pot.

"Hiss! Brother, it hurts!"

Ye Changyan gently waved the spatula to block Wu Lang's outstretched hand.

“That’s not how you eat this mushroom.”

Wu Lang looked greedy and squatted down to make a fire.

As time went by, the mushrooms in the pot slowly began to turn yellow. Ye Changyan picked up one from the spatula, put it in his mouth and tasted it. It was already crispy, which made Erniu angry.

After the fire was extinguished, Ye Changyan continued to stir-fry for a while before shoveling all the mushrooms into the rice sieve.

At this time, Lian, who was frying chicken mushrooms on the side, also started to fry them. Wulang picked up two pieces of chicken mushrooms from the ceramic basin and ate them with his teeth piercing his eyes.

"Mom, Wulang and I will go to deliver some wild delicacies tomorrow. You and Erniu should grind the fried wild mushroom strips in the rice sieve into powder. The finer the better."

"How do you eat such fragrant mushrooms if you grind them into powder?"

Seeing Lian and Erniu nodded, Wulang, who was chewing oily chicken mushrooms, asked curiously.

"I have a great use for this mushroom. It must be ground into a fine powder."

When the family heard Ye Changyan say that it would be of great use, they were all very curious, but Ye Changyan did not explain in detail, so they didn't know what his idea was.

But the whole family trusted Ye Changyan very much, and everyone worked skillfully to package and seal the gradually cooling oil chicken mushrooms.

The whole family then went to bed.

The Ye family's village soon fell into the unique tranquility of a mountain village.

But many places have become lively.

The backyard of the county government office.

"You said Ye Changyan sent this this morning?"

"Liu Dianli sent it to the gatehouse in the backyard this morning and said that the scholar from the Ye family had sent it over earlier."

County Magistrate Wu Hongchang went out for an inspection early in the morning and came back when it was pitch dark. He was too tired to eat dinner and planned to go straight to bed. At this time, his wife, Mrs. Kong, came over.

Mrs. Kong told Wu Hongchang a shocking news. She said that the old lady had eaten two bowls of rice for dinner. In the half month before that, the old lady had been ill and had no appetite. She often could not finish even half a bowl of rice.

I learned from Mrs. Kong that the old lady almost ate up the jar of pickles that the doorman brought her.

Shocked, Wu Hongchang quickly called the doorman to question him.

"Go and call Liu Dianli over."

The doorman quickly ran to call Liu Dianli, and Wu Hongchang took the pottery jar and looked at it carefully.

He saw that there was still some oil at the bottom of the pottery jar, which smelled very pleasant. Then he found a small piece of something on the edge of the pottery jar that looked a bit like a dead branch. Wu Hongchang put it in his mouth.

An unprecedented fresh fragrance instantly filled the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. Chewing this thing that looked like a dead branch felt like meat but not meat, but it was very sharp and chewy. The key was that the more you chewed, the more fragrant it became.

It's amazing! Wu Hongchang admired in his heart. He had traveled all over the country in his life and had seen a lot of delicacies from land and sea, but this piece of burnt yellow, inconspicuous thing like a branch in his mouth was so delicious.

Just then, Kong brought a bowl of noodles.

"Master, it's so late, please have a bowl of noodles."

The youngest son Wu Jiaxing went to meet friends in Yuzhou Prefecture, and her husband was away on business, leaving only Kong and the old lady at home. Kong saw that it was getting late and the old lady was not feeling well, so she wanted to let the old lady eat early and have a rest, so she had dinner with the old lady first. Unexpectedly, the old lady had finished all the meal.

When her husband came back, there was no food left, so Kong quickly asked the cook to cook a bowl of noodles.

Wu Hongchang took the noodles and took a bite, but found it tasteless. Just as he put the bowl on the table, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Wu Hongchang picked up the clay jar and poured the remaining oil at the bottom of the jar into the bowl of noodles.

"Hey~"

Mrs. Kong, who was standing by, was a little stunned. She saw her husband pour the oil from the can into the noodle bowl, pick up the chopsticks to mix it quickly, and then start to eat it with relish.

"good to eat!"

Seeing his wife looking at him with a look of surprise, Wu Hongchang asked her.

"Didn't you eat anything in this jar?"

"No, Mom asked me to eat it. I saw that Mom finally worked up an appetite and was eating with relish, so I didn't take any. Is it really that delicious?"

Wu Hongchang knew that his wife was very filial to her mother-in-law, so he had no doubt that she didn't eat a single bite.

"I put some of that oil in the noodles, and the taste is totally different."

"Is it really so delicious?"

"Madam, go get a set of bowls and chopsticks. You can have some to try."

After a while, Kong picked up the bowl and started slurping.

"What on earth is in this jar that makes these noodles so delicious with just a few drops of oil?"

While slurping the noodles without caring about her image, Kong looked at her husband in surprise.

"I don't know either. The concierge just said that it was sent by the new scholar Ye Changyan through Liu Dianli."

"I thought that Mother had not eaten for a long time and seemed to be hungry for a long time, so everything tasted delicious. I didn't expect that it was the food in this pottery jar that whetted Mother's appetite."

While the couple was talking, they heard the doorman report that Liu Dianli had arrived.

Wu Hongchang just slurped up the noodles in the bowl and was about to go to the front hall. He took a step forward and then took it back. He picked up the bowl and drank up the soup in three or two gulps. Then he took the handkerchief handed to him by his wife, wiped his mouth, and then quickly walked towards the front hall.

"Sir, what do you want me to do?"

When Liu Dianli saw the county magistrate coming out of the backyard, he hurriedly greeted him with a polite look on his face.

"Tell me about Ye Changyan's visit to the county government office this morning."

The county magistrate's simple words left Liu Dianli a little confused. He couldn't help but wonder if something had gone wrong. He glanced at the county magistrate secretly and found that his face was flushed. Could it be that he had just lost his temper?

Liu Dianli thought for a while and then organized his words.

"This morning, after several adults went out on official business, the scholar from the Ye family came to the county government office pushing a cart."

As Liu Dianli spoke, he looked at the county magistrate's expression.

"I told him that the masters were not here, so he asked me to help bring some things. I didn't want to accept those shabby pottery jars, but Mr. Ye said that they were made by his family and he wanted to thank the masters for their hospitality a few days ago. So I reluctantly accepted them on his behalf."