Picking up a fool to farm

Yan Chenyi poured a cup of tea for the auntie and put it on the table, took the rice paper, bamboo stick dipped pen and inkstone and put it aside, opened the letter from home and read it.

He is not very good at writing these ancient characters. Although he can roughly understand them, it is really troublesome to write them. Fortunately, he has some fragmentary memories of the original owner, otherwise he would not be illiterate.

"Ma'am, your son said that everything is fine with him in the city, so you don't want to worry about it. He also said that he has brought you a bank note along with the letter, so you can keep it."

Yan Chenyi didn't know a few words, but he could still understand the general meaning from top to bottom.

Sitting at the side, the auntie nodded with a smile, looked at Yan Chenyi's eyes with satisfaction, and stretched out her hand to put away the flimsy letter from home.

"Xiao Yan is really capable."

"Don't laugh at me, aunt, I just studied for a few years." Yan Chenyi picked up the rice paper on which he had just written and put it aside to look at aunt outside, and asked, "What are you going to write this time?"

The aunt thought about it, dictated what she wanted to write, and Yan Chenyi wrote it for her.

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"Ma'am, you're done writing, and you'll hand it over to the people at the station. They'll deliver it for you." After drying the ink, Yan Chenyi folded the rice paper and put it in an envelope, handed it to Madam, and said, "Ma'am You teach me how to raise chickens, the old hen I bought back is said to be able to lay a lot of eggs."

The aunt smiled and stretched out her finger to poke his face, and dragged him to the yard.

"Xiao Yan, this yard was really cleaned by you." Looking at the front yard that was divided into two parts, the aunt sighed, "It's hard for you to be a child."

"I'm sixteen years old, I'm not young anymore." Yan Chenyi walked over with a smile, took some millet bought on the street and threw some into the chicken coop beside him.

"You are very knowledgeable about raising chickens. You can't just eat these millets, you have to feed some maggots. The weather is fine recently. When you are free, go to the back mountain to catch some small bugs and come back to feed the chickens." I took a few thick branches on the side and dismantled them, and took some hemp rope in my hand, swished a few times, tied left and right, and a simple small fence was successful.

Yan Chenyi's eyes lit up, he has been studying how to make this tree branch shelf for the past few days, seeing the action of the aunt, he quickly reached out and took a few thick branches and fiddled with them in his hands, imitating the example.

"Your hands are quite clever." Sitting on the bamboo chair beside her, the aunt pointed out, "You have to wrap the rope twice backwards and then twice forwards. Twice or it will be unreliable."

Yan Chenyi nodded quickly, clumsily saving his movements.

He held one thick branch between his legs, the other in his mouth, and tied his hands in knots where they crossed.

The aunt saw him smiling so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, but she didn't say anything. After all, it would definitely not be easy at first, just get used to it.

"Auntie, do you think maggots are just bugs in the hut? Don't they only come in summer, and there is no one to feed the chickens now." Yan Chenyi tilted his head and looked at the aunt puzzledly, although maggots are a It's disgusting, but I have to admit, that stuff is super high in protein.

"I saw that you haven't done any work at home, you kid, you raise worms by yourself, and you dump the leftover rice, noodle and soup in that field." Stop it, and then cover it with some grass clippings, and the insects will appear in a few days."

Yan Chenyi suddenly realized that this is still possible, so high-end.

"Let your uncle come to help you build a shack tomorrow. It's the spring rainy season, so don't let these animals live in the rain, just find some hay to make a new nest. It's easy." The aunt said simply, But what Yan Chenyi heard was foggy.

In the past, there were no chickens or pigs in the family. His mother thought that chickens ran all over the yard and pooped dirty, so she didn't raise them. He really didn't know much about these things, otherwise he wouldn't have to be so fussy.

"Uncle Li brought me several peach trees this morning and planted them in the backyard. If they grow well, I can eat peaches this summer." Yan Chenyi happily chatted with the aunt while tying the fence.

"Oh, that's not bad, peaches are a good thing." The aunt inserted the tied fence into the soil, and Yan Chenyi quickly found a stone and tapped it on the thick branch.

"It's much better this way, and it looks better than the one built with earthen walls." Yan Chenyi patted the earth on his hands contentedly.

"Ma'am, let me have dinner at my place tonight, and I will take some back for uncle, so you don't have to do it at night."

"No, no, no, your uncle has gone to work in the field. If I don't go back, he will be in a hurry. He will come back someday." The aunt waved her hand, and went to the backyard with him, "Xiao Yan, your pond used to be Plant lotus."

"I don't know, it should be." Yan Chenyi shrugged, and walked around the four peach trees, "This tree grows really well, with luxuriant branches and leaves."

"Well, you, Uncle Li, also have intentions." The aunt nodded with a smile, but she was still looking at the lotus pond, and asked, "Have you planted trees in half of the pond and grapes in the other half?"

"Grapes?" Yan Chenyi was taken aback. He likes to eat grapes the most, but they are not easy to feed. The requirements for the environment and soil are too high. If one cannot be raised, it will be difficult to bear fruit.

"That's right, you just have a pond, so you can leave it alone, just keep it together with the fruit trees, just pay more attention to the water and put up some shelves." The aunt turned to look at him, and she was happy to see his surprised expression. "Look at you, you're still young, you're just a grape, so you're happy to be like this."

"I really like eating grapes. When I was a child, I planted a grape tree at home, but it died later." Yan Chenyi sighed, and returned to the front yard with his aunt, who planned to leave.

"It's okay, I'll get you some seeds tomorrow and plant them. If you build a shed, there will be no seedlings this year and next year will be almost the same." The aunt waved her hand and said as she walked, "Xiao Yan, auntie asked you something, you have to tell auntie to be honest."

"Ma'am, you can just ask, I'm sure I won't lie to you." Yan Chenyi felt that the old lady had something to ask her to do?Otherwise, why would you be a little cautious.

The aunt nodded, stood at the door and looked around to see that there was no one else, so she whispered: "Is there someone in your family who was an official in the court before?"

Yan Chenyi was taken aback, and slowly shook his head, "I don't know, my relationship with my family is not very good, but even if no one is an official, I have some relationship with the people in the court."

He didn't hide it, anyway, it didn't matter if it was an old lady from the country asking.Besides, he really doesn't know what their family does, or the original owner has no memory at all.The original owner seemed to have nothing else to do except go to school to study, besides doing nothing in his own yard, not to mention that Ben was not welcome in that house, so seeing his father once a month was considered good.

"No wonder, let me tell you, a lot of foreigners have come to the county recently, but you are the only one in our village, and there are quite a few other villages. I heard that the whole family migrated to seek refuge "The aunt shook her head and sighed as she spoke. The world is cold, and although the tyranny of the stupid king is far away from them, it still makes them suffer. During the wars in the past few years, many boys from other families were dragged into the army. The family's child did not come back at all, and it is said that he died on the battlefield.

Yan Chenyi sighed, and helped the aunt down the steps, "It's hard to say about it, I heard that the new emperor is very considerate of the people, didn't he exempt taxes for five years?"

The aunt nodded, agreeing.

"That's true, but let's live a good life. If you see an errand, just hide away. This world is not peaceful." She took his hand and patted it, but the aunt was still worried.

"I know this. People don't fight with officials. Besides, I plant and water the fields in the yard every day. What kind of errands can I meet? I will go to the back mountain in a while, maybe I can catch some bugs and come back. Feed the chicken." Yan Chenyi felt that the old lady must take care of him as a son, and his heart was warm.

"It's good that you know, aunt is gone, you can go to the mountains after dinner, take the lanterns, this mountain is not as bright as the village." He waved his hand to let Yan Chenyi go back without sending them off, the aunt twisted and walked away up.

Yan Chenyi shook his head with a broken smile, turned around and went back into the room.

He took a clay basin, scooped two bowls of noodles into it, and poured water.I went to the well in the yard to draw water to wash my hands, rolled up my sleeves and kneaded my face.

There is no modern white and fine noodles in the noodles at the moment, they are all made by home-made stone mills, and some of them are mixed with grain stubble, but they taste delicious.

Yan Chenyi didn't pick this one, for him now, it would be good to have a full stomach and a sheltered place to sleep.And the current life has made him very satisfied, so whether the food is good or not is secondary.

He used to cook at home too, but he is still not comfortable with the big pots and stoves now, at least it takes him a long time to make a fire every time.

Cut the Hehao noodles into cuboids and put them on the bamboo curtain, wait for the water in the cauldron to boil, and then put the bamboo curtain in. The thick noodle steamed buns from this pot are enough for two days.

Thick noodle steamed buns were steaming on this side, and he took out the jar that was placed in the shade. This jar was originally a wine jar, and he used it to pickle kimchi after washing it.

After opening the top seal, there was a sour smell, Yan Chenyi blinked his eyes and leaned over to have a look, a little puzzled—is it broken?

I took a pair of chopsticks and reached in to pick up a cucumber and looked at it. It was black...

Wouldn't it be poisonous if eaten?

He pickled the kimchi according to his mother's method from memory, why the color is so horrible.

With the determination not to waste it, he washed the black wilted wrinkled cucumber with water, leaned over, and took a small bite.

His mouth moved, and he took another big bite, with a crunch, half-crisp sound.

The taste seems to be good, but a bit salty.

Yan Chenyi squinted his eyes and smiled, took out a few cucumbers and radish sticks, put them in a bowl beside him, washed them with water, and made egg soup later, dinner was done.

After eating, he packed up and prepared to go to the back mountain in the light of day—to catch bugs.