Bai Ye nodded, full of confidence, looking forward to going to the underground this time. A good man would either join the army or become a good family man.
He followed Nanfeng out of the yard and walked along the path for a few minutes. He stopped at a rice field, picked up his straw hat and put it on. Nanfeng handed him a sickle.
Bai Ye was fully armed and at a loss. Most of the nearby rice fields had been harvested. The Nanfeng field in front of him was not big, it was three or four acres, and it was golden to the eye.
"Take off your shoes."
The sound of the south wind sounded. She knelt down on one knee and took off her shoes. Her feet were white and tender, and her nails were neatly manicured.
"What are you looking at!"
After Nan Feng took off her shoes, she saw that Bai Ye beside her was motionless. She looked up at him and found that he was staring directly at her little feet. Her ears turned red, her face was full of shame and anger, and she screamed angrily.
Bai Ye came back to his senses and forced a laugh. He was so embarrassed that he quickly took off his shoes. He probably guessed how to harvest the small rice. There were neat sickle cuts in the nearby rice fields.
He originally thought about going to the fields alone so that Nanfeng wouldn't have to work so hard, but then he gave up the idea. It was obvious that Nanfeng was a very strong girl with high self-esteem.
Nan Feng rolled up his trouser legs with his bare feet and carefully went to the fields with a sickle. Bai Ye followed suit, as if he was learning.
Holding a small stalk of rice, Nanfeng let Bai Ye look at it, then waved the sickle and cut it flat. The rice stalk was a few fingers higher than the water surface. Nanfeng piled the cut rice on the rice pile and cut it again. After putting in a few crops of rice, he said: "It's very simple!"
Bai Ye smiled and nodded, he had expected it, and then he started harvesting rice for the day. At noon, Nanfeng took out a few sesame seed cakes for lunch.
At dusk, Baiye ran back and forth four times to pick up the harvested rice and dump it in the empty main room, while Nanfeng went to the street to buy vegetables.
Not long after he finished picking the rice, Nanfeng came back with a vegetable basket. Bai Ye leaned over and looked at it. There were three fist-sized tomatoes, five eggs, two cabbages, and a piece of pork belly as big as a palm neatly stacked in the basket.
Nanfeng whispered: "It's better to eat better during the busy farming period, and then eat once a month during leisure time."
If Bai Ye hadn't given her two taels of silver, she wouldn't have bought meat today. She had only eaten meat twice in a month when farming was busy at this time last year.
Bai Ye had a good time
He said, thinking about how to make her live a good life. In his heart, he was very confident. He was a tall and dignified man with hands and feet. There was no reason for him to be poor for the rest of his life.
Looking at the gentle girl in front of him, Bai Ye secretly vowed that if fate wants me to be mediocre, then I want me to be rich.
"You take a rest and I'll cook."
Nan Feng walked into the kitchen with a basket and lit the oil lamp. The figures in the lamp flickered and the fire slowly turned on. Bai Ye picked up the kettle and poured some water into it and walked to the kitchen.
Nanfeng was busy, with a rice pot cooking and a vegetable pot warming the pot. She added firewood to the rice pot and walked in front of the stove to cut meat.
Bai Ye sat behind the stove, fiddling with the fire, and suddenly wanted to recite a poem. Such a scene was so poetic and picturesque, but there was no ink in his stomach, so he had to give up.
Nan Feng was quick with his hands and feet. After cutting the meat, he washed the cabbage and tore it into pieces. Bai Ye's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen someone tearing up cabbage.
Nanfeng was delicate and frail, so it was a bit difficult to tear the cabbage. She exerted all her strength, and the scene was a bit bloody for a while. There was a burst of violent tearing. Finally, she peeled the cabbage root with a kitchen knife and threw it into the pickle jar.
The vegetable pot was already burning with green smoke. Nanfeng poured the fat meat into the pot to boil out the oil, put down the condiments, and poured the remaining lean meat at the right time. There was a crackling sound. Nanfeng was slow and slow. Pick up the spatula and stir-fry.
A smell of meat wafted out, and the aroma became stronger and stronger, refreshing. Nanfeng generously scooped up a spoonful of salt and sprinkled it into the golden meat. He stir-fried it evenly and then picked up a piece of fat and thin pork belly and handed it to Bai Ye.
Bai Ye stretched out his hand to pick up the meat. The hot temperature made him switch his left and right hands back and forth. After ten seconds, he threw it into his mouth and took a light bite. The meat juice burst in his mouth. He chewed it slowly and swallowed it into his belly. Bai Ye licked his fingers. , said quietly: "The craftsmanship is very good, I will give you 98 points."
Nanfeng poured the cabbage into the pot and rolled his eyes while stir-frying: "How about two more points?"
She didn't know what Bai Ye's previous status was. He should have been a young man from a wealthy family.
She has never been out of the village, and she is very happy to get Bai Ye's 98-point evaluation, regardless of whether it is true or false.
Bai Ye fiddled with the firewood and laughed loudly: "I still have two points, I'm afraid you will be proud."
Seeing the joking expression on his face, Nan Feng glared at him fiercely and kept stirring.
The stir-fried pork with cabbage came out of the pot, and a large bowl was filled. Nanfeng took another
He took a small bowl and beat two eggs, and said, "You go and eat first. I'll make tomato and egg soup."
Bai Ye stood up slowly, brought the food to the table by the wall of the main room, put the rice on it and sat there, resting his chin on his hands, doing nothing.
The hatred of a spark of fire sets a prairie fire back and forth, and the kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring.
Although he lost his memory and could not remember the past, Bai Ye always believed that he was a good person. He tried to think of something while chanting the name 'Li Ming', but failed in the end.
Nan Feng came over with egg soup, Bai Ye glanced at her, and Nan Feng said softly: "What are you thinking about? You haven't eaten yet."
"Isn't this waiting for you?"
Bai Ye picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and started eating. As soon as Nanfeng sat down, he got up to serve the rice. When Bai Ye came back after serving the rice, Nanfeng was eating with his head down.
Bai picked up the meat with chopsticks for her and said softly: "The days will get better and better in the future, don't treat yourself badly."
Nan Feng raised his eyes and stared at him, Bai Ye smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm here!"
Without speaking, she just pursed her lips and nodded. Nanfeng looked calm. After a while, she asked: "Do you know a saint? The kind that can fly."
The test in the village had ended today, and she had no chance to regret it, but she still felt a little unwilling.
"saint?"
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment. Nanfeng was asking about saints like cultivators, not mortal saints. However, he knew nothing about cultivation and could only shake his head.
"What? Do you want to be a saint?" Bai Ye took a bite of rice and raised his head and asked.
Nanfeng wanted to be a saint, and he asked the question knowingly, but it was a pity that he didn't have the ability, otherwise he really wanted to help her realize this dream.
"No."
Nan Feng lowered his head to dig at the rice, then put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I've finished eating. You eat slowly."
Bai Ye looked at her, Nanfeng pushed the fried meat and egg soup in front of him, supported his head with one hand, and stared at him with his head tilted. Bai Ye buried his head in eating, and lowered his head when picking up the vegetables, not looking at her.
Nanfeng looked at him directly, gave him some food with chopsticks, and said, "Don't you want to test your talent? What if you have the chance to become a saint?"
There is only one cultivator in a million. She didn't think Bai Ye had much chance, so she still asked. Practitioners are masters, and no one would give up even if there was only one in ten thousand chance.
