The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 283 The protagonist's uncle who died early

In the room, Tao Mei closed the door and fed Xiaobao, but her face looked distracted.

She was very confused and always felt that there was something wrong with Yun Mo's words. Why didn't he support himself instead of a million people?

There was an answer in her mind that was about to come out, but she didn't want to think about it.

But her thoughts were in a mess. In her mind, one moment she thought of her brother's skinny appearance, the next moment he said that he could support a million people, and then she thought of Yun Mo's godlike methods.

Suddenly she recalled how many robbers she and her mother-in-law had encountered along the way. All these robbers disappeared after they met A-di, but why did the robbers they often met disappear?

Her younger brother had clearly been sent to live with his aunt. When they met, he was weak, silent, thin, and wearing tattered clothes. He was as dirty as they were.

But the brother she met in the temple was clean, confident, and full of elegance and nobility.

Tao Mei suddenly burst into tears. She had no way to avoid the reality that she had been trying so hard to escape.

Is A-di still A-di? ! !

If it’s not A-di, then who else could he be?

Why did he become A-di?

What does he want to do? !

The only thing I remember about my brother is his silent back, frightened face, and fearful and timid gaze. I didn't have the slightest impression of him when we first met.

But that's her younger brother!

Tao Mei felt mixed emotions.

Is the brother she only met once important? Perhaps he is. But why is the current brother still on her mind?

Tao Mei struggled, was at a loss, and completely disoriented.

Yun Mo saw her dazed and tearful look through his spiritual sense, and he already had a guess.

He tied his hair up himself, and since he was not old enough to wear a crown, he tied it into a high ponytail with a headband.

After going out, he called the people brought by the City King and directed them to move the messy things piled in the main room to the warehouse.

It was at this time that Zhang Lei handed over a gift list.

Yun Mo took a look and found that in addition to several pieces of fine silk, there were also several pieces of animal skins, some ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, and even lime, saltpeter and mercury.

This is treating him as one of those charlatan sorcerers.

Yun Mo: "How much lime is there?"

Zhang Lei.Huo: "All the lime in the palace is here." Zhang Lei.Huo: "A whole box."

Yun Mo: “Is it quicklime?”

Zhang Lei. Fire: "What is quicklime?"

Yun Mo: "It's just unprocessed, in block form."

Zhang Lei. Fire: "Oh, it's quicklime"

Yun Mo: "Take them all out, and have your people smash them to pieces."

Zhang Lei. Fire: "OK"

Zhang Lei immediately ordered someone to do it.

When Yun Mo saw the lime, he remembered a kind of food in the first world he went to - transformed eggs.

Use quicklime, some sawdust and water to make a mud-like slurry. Coat the raw eggs with a thick layer of it, then place them in the sun for a few days. Then you can eat the crystal clear and delicious eggs.

After the others ground the quicklime into powder, Yun Mo took out two hundred eggs from the space and directed the palace guards who came forward to help to make the eggs.

Two hundred perverts seemed like a lot, but when the guards rushed forward, only about ten to twenty of them were killed.

At this time, the cattle and sheep that Zhang Lei had ordered his men to rush back had also arrived.

The guards put the butchered cattle and sheep on their horses and galloped over. Don't even think about the offal, as they didn't eat them. They would feed them to the wolfhounds in the palace when they were slaughtered.

Yun Mo looked at the meat scattered on the ground and simply asked the people in charge of the palace to bring out the largest iron pot in the kitchen.

In this era, iron was extremely expensive and ordinary people could not afford it. Although rich families could afford it, they mostly used it to make weapons. This was the first time that the people in the palace had seen an iron pot, especially such a large one. It felt like two adults could easily squat in it.

The pot used to cook porridge in the morning was also quite large, but it was still made of clay. All the guards gathered around the iron pot, looking at it curiously.

Set up the rack, put the iron pot on it, add water, put in the beef that was cut into palm-sized pieces by the guards, and blanch it.

After blanching, Yun Mo put the marinade package he had prepared into the big pot and left the rest to the person watching the pot.

As for the mutton, he simply made it into mutton soup, and the soup ingredients were still prepared by Yun Mo himself.

The guards even discussed in secret which food would taste better, the one with the Little God Seasoning Packets or the one made by the chef in the palace.

Zhang Lei walked by with a look on his face that showed that these guards were hopeless, but he couldn't help but secretly sniff the fragrance in the air.

Yun Mo's spiritual sense has been covering this small courtyard, so he naturally could not hide the words of the guards, but he remained calm.

Only the King of the City looked hopeless after receiving the request that he would be forbidden to eat or drink from that moment on, but he still pretended to be indifferent.