Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

At this moment, the village chief's voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Changjiang, I heard a lot of people came to my house, but what happened?"

The village chief came with Chen Wuyi, his second uncle came with Chen Changhai, and several villagers squeezed into the yard.

"Village Chief, Second Uncle, you are here. It's nothing. This is Old Master Yu coming to pick up Brother Yu Shi."

Chen Changjiang explained to everyone.

The village chief knew about the rescue today. When he heard that it was for this purpose, he felt relieved and immediately called the others to go back.

Seeing that it was Grandpa Yu and the others, the village chief and Uncle Changjiang naturally stayed to chat with them.

Chen Changjiang was standing with them. Tan walked over and whispered something in his ear. Chen Changjiang was startled and followed Tan to the kitchen.

"Look, this is the thank-you gift that Mr. Yu brought."

Tan said, pointing at the pile of things.

Chen Changjiang went forward to take a look. There were two bags of mixed-grain flour, one bag of medium-grain rice, one bag of white flour, six rabbits, six pheasants, about six pounds of pork, and even salt and sugar.

These may not be a big deal among rich families, but they are considered a great gift among peasant families.

"This gift is too precious."

It was the first time for Chen Changjiang to see so many things, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Yes, but I've already accepted it. Today's achievements weren't just due to Dalang and his children. Ming Ge'er and Wu Yi also contributed a lot, as did Mr. Ma."

"Divide these things in the evening and give one portion to each family."

Old Mrs. Chen and the others also felt that the gift was too expensive, but since they had already accepted it, it would be difficult to return it.

These words are also said to let the son and daughter-in-law know that they should not be jealous and selfish and keep it to themselves.

"Listen to me mother."

Few people responded

"It's getting late, and everything for tomorrow is almost ready. Go and ask Mr. Yu and the others to stay for dinner."

Old Mrs. Chen and her daughters-in-law were busy in the kitchen, and she asked her son to go out and entertain the guests.

"The village chief and your second uncle are all here. Ask them to stay for dinner. Ask Silang to invite your uncle and Mingge'er as well."

"understood."

Chen Changjiang went out and invited Mr. Yu and his companions, as well as the village chief, to stay for dinner.

Qingyu was also asked to go to his uncle's house to invite someone, and Old Man Yu and the others did not refuse and agreed generously.

Qingke and Qingzhu boiled some water, brewed some tea, and put out a dish of Artemisia balls, and asked them to sit down and chat slowly.

"Ning girl, what are you doing tonight? You have good cooking skills, so you can arrange for us to help you."

Old Mrs. Chen called Qingning to the kitchen and let her make the decision.

"Grandma, can we use the things Grandpa Yu and the others brought today?"

There is really not enough rice and flour at home, and there are no good dishes. Even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

"Use it. Keep Ming Ge'er and Yi Ge'er's portions. You can use the rest as you wish."

Green Lime turned it back and forth and thought of the recipe.

The staple food is brown rice and leek pancakes.

As for the dishes, there were stir-fried pork with water celery, eggs with Chinese toon, braised bamboo shoots in oil, meat stuffed with mushrooms, braised rabbit, stir-fried pheasant with pickled bamboo shoots, bamboo fungus and pigeon soup, and peanuts for them to go with the wine. These were all the food we had at home.

After listening to the recipes Qing Ning said, several people knew that they could all be used.

There were not enough pots, so we used the ones from the old house and took the barley back to cook the brown rice.

"Auntie, this is the dish my grandma asked me to bring. She said there might not be enough food at home because there would be too many people at night."

Chen Ming followed his grandfather and brought the dishes to the kitchen.

"Good boy, thank you. I'll keep it. Go outside and play with them."

Old Mrs. Chen accepted it with joy, and her sister-in-law from her mother's family really had nothing to say about her.

Qing Ning used both of the boilers in the two houses, and Qing Yu and Qing Bai were called over to help.

Under the kitchen eaves, someone was watching over the two stoves. Old Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Tan were responsible for kneading the dough, Mrs. Li helped with cutting the vegetables, Qingzhu was responsible for lighting the fire, and Qingning was responsible for stepping on a stool to get on the stove.

Seeing so many people coming to his sister-in-law's house, Chen Lin was worried that there wouldn't be enough food to entertain them, so he asked his grandson to go back and bring some of the fish he caught today.

Old Mrs. Chen was not polite and accepted them all.

The kitchen was as busy as a battlefield, and the yard was also bustling with activity.

Mr. Yu and Mr. Ma would argue with each other from time to time. The others got used to it at first, but later they just let them go.

Only occasionally when the atmosphere is tense does he come out to play around.

The aroma of meat from the clay stove wafted through the air, attracting people in the yard to look over. The aroma was so fragrant that it aroused their appetite.

After an hour of hard work, the whole yard was filled with fire.

People borrowed tables and chairs from various households and placed them in the yard.

There were quite a few people, sitting at three tables.

The dishes were placed on the table, which was full and rich. Chen Changjiang took out the wine he had stored to entertain the guests.

Old Master Yu had eaten a few pieces of mugwort dumplings earlier and had intended to eat less for dinner, but when he saw the food prepared by the Chen family, he immediately forgot about it.

These dishes are shiny and greasy, and you can tell at first glance that they are made with new methods. How can you not try them?

Mushroom stuffed with meat, pickled bamboo shoots, and bamboo fungus pigeon soup, regardless of color, just looking at the appearance and cooking method, each has its own merits but complements each other.

Mr. Yu was eating happily and his chopsticks hardly stopped moving.

Seeing that he loved to eat, Yu Qi and others were worried that the old man would get indigestion after eating too much, so they wanted to persuade him, but he didn't care.

"Brother Changjiang, who will be cooking for this meal?"

When Mr. Yu had almost finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and asked Chen Changjiang.

"Mr. Yu, this was done by my youngest daughter."

Chen Changjiang introduced it to the old man very proudly.

"Oh, is it that little baby?" I was surprised.

This baby is so small, and looks only slightly taller than the stove, but his cooking skills are no worse than those of Tianxianglou in Beijing.

When the other people at the table heard that it was made by Qing Ning, they were also very surprised. Why didn't they know that the little girl's craftsmanship was so good before?

Mr. Ma looked at Mr. Yu's face full of disbelief and couldn't help but sneer, "An old man who has never seen the world."

Mr. Yu rarely argued with him and simply turned a blind eye, which made Mr. Ma very angry.

"Little girl, come here, Grandpa."

Old Master Yu waved to Qing Ning lovingly.

"Hello, Grandpa Yu"

Qing Ning greeted politely and stood aside obediently.

"Okay. Can you tell grandpa that you cooked all these dishes?"

"I'm responsible for cooking, and the rest is done by grandma and the others." Qingning replied truthfully.

When Mr. Yu heard this, he liked the doll even more, and he knew not to take all the credit.

"Can you tell me what that shiitake mushroom is? And what about bamboo fungus? I haven't eaten these before."

Mr. Yu asked, pointing at the two dishes on the table.

"Shiitake mushrooms are a type of fungus. They have a stronger aroma after being dried and can be stir-fried, stewed, or used in soups."

"Bamboo fungus is one of them. I like to drink bamboo fungus soup, but it is difficult to pick and preserve, so it is quite rare." Qing Ning answered one by one.

"What a pity! I also like bamboo fungus, but it's hard to preserve. I'm afraid I can only taste it this season."

When Mr. Yu heard this, he felt a little regretful. Good things are not easy to eat.

"It's not a pity, Grandpa, look at that."

Qing Ning pointed to the small oven in the corner of the yard and said, "That's the oven we made ourselves. It's specially used for drying bamboo fungus."

Old Man Yu looked in the direction Qing Ning pointed and became interested in this strange kiln. He walked over and took a look around it, marveling at its shape, which was different from that of ordinary kilns.

"Can this be dried without being steamed directly? How do you control the temperature?"

Mr. Yu is another problem.

"You have to keep checking your temperature with your hands. Although it's not always accurate, if you keep an eye on the time, there's basically no problem."

Qing Ning is very confident.

"Good, good, good." Grandpa Yu said several good things and praised Qing Ning again. Even Chen Changjiang and others were generous with their praise.

The group of people had a great time after eating and drinking, and both the host and the guests were having a great time. The meal lasted until the hour of Xu.

Seeing that it was too late and for safety reasons, the village chief tried his best to ask Mr. Yu and his friends to stay for one night before going back up the mountain.

Mr. Yu didn't hesitate and followed Mr. Ma home.