May is the wheat harvest season, and the pheasants in the mountains will become fat even if they scavenge in the fields. As expected, Qin Yi captured a few more pheasants in the trap set next to the farmer's wheat field. The pheasants were too aggressive to take home and raise, so he needed to go to town as soon as possible to sell them.
The captured pheasants were tied up with wings and legs and stuffed into a basket. Only one pheasant whose neck was accidentally broken was placed outside by Qin Yi. The dead pheasants cannot be sold at a high price, so it is better to provide extra meals for the family.
If you want to sell chickens, you have to go home and ride a horse first. Otherwise, with these legs, it would take an hour to reach the town.
Qin Yi walked into the house carrying the chicken with a broken neck. As soon as he entered, a cloud of dust came over his head and face. In the dust, Jian Jia was wearing a square scarf on her head and a handkerchief around her mouth and nose. She was holding a big broom in her hand and sweeping away the dead branches and leaves in the courtyard.
Most of the originally messy courtyard has been cleared away, and an old windlass is exposed in the well hidden by debris in the center of the courtyard.
Qin Yi suddenly remembered what happened a few years ago. At that time, his parents were still alive and Lang'er was toddling. Whenever I ran home sweating profusely, my mother would go to the well and shake the windlass. The windlass at home is a few years old, and sometimes the hemp rope would get stuck on the edge and prevent it from moving. At that time, my mother would not need to say hello, and my father would quickly come over and take over.
Memories from the past suddenly came to mind like mottled ink paintings. Qin Yi no longer remembered what he was saying excitedly around his parents at that time. He only remembered that the fruits in the well were cold and sweet.
There seems to be a lot of debris in the Qin family's yard, but it's actually okay to clean it up. After sawing away the top few pieces of rotten wood, the rest can be easily tidied up. The dead branches and leaves were very dusty, and the dust raised during cleaning covered Jian Jia's head and face. But the hard work paid off, and with her efforts, the garbage gradually gathered together.
Just as Jian Jia was immersed in cleaning, a pair of black shoes appeared in the corner of her eye. The next moment, the broom in her hand was taken away by Qin Yi, who skillfully took over her unfinished work. While busy, he did not forget to tell Jian Jia: "I will go to town to sell prey in a while, and I may come back later." . There is a chicken in the kitchen. If you can handle it, handle it first and wait until I come back to cook. If not, just leave it alone."
After a pause, Orion Qin added as if to appease Jian Jia: "Don't worry, we won't be cooking roast chicken for lunch today."
It would be fine if he didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Jian Jia immediately remembered the fear of being dominated by dark cuisine. Qin Yi is a seed player in the dark cooking world. She has a hunch that if he takes action at noon today, he will definitely give her an even more violent shock.
But when she heard that Qin Yi was going to town, Jian Jia hoped that he could bring something back. After thinking for a while, she considered: "Can you bring back some seasonings? For example, sugar, vinegar, pepper, chili, ginger, etc. By the way, can you buy some seasonal vegetable seeds? Also, there is no food at home. too much."
Fortunately, "Pastoral Pampering" is an imaginary novel, and Jian Jia can still find her familiar seasonings here. If it was really the ancient society she knew, there might be many seasonings and ingredients that had not yet been introduced.
Perhaps because of her childhood experiences and later career habits, Jian Jia has a small hoarding disorder. She stores grains, vegetables and spices at home so she can always access them. She will replenish the stock in advance before the bottom of the stock is reached.
The seasonings of the Qin family only have the simplest oil and salt, there is only a little flour left in the rice vat in the kitchen, and the vegetables on the west side of the house are growing wildly and most of them are old... After checking the inventory of the Qin family, Jian Jia knew that her next task was quite heavy, but these things could not be done overnight. She first asked Qin Yi to bring back the things he could buy.
Qin Yi did not stop sweeping the floor, but nodded slightly. His reaction was so bland that Jian Jia didn't notice it at all. When she looked up, she saw Qin Yi keeping sweeping the floor with his face unchanged. Jian Jia was stunned for a moment. Could it be that her request was too much?
Thinking about it more carefully, Jian Jia suddenly realized that her request was really too much. Qin Orion sold his family property in order to collect fifteen taels of bride price, and now he may not have much money. Although what she wants is only the most basic things, Qin Yi may not be able to come up with the money.
Jian Jia turned her head and thought for a moment, then quickly walked into her room. When she came out again, she was holding a small purse in her hand. The fancy purse was just like the one that rolled out of the package yesterday, except that the word "Xu" had disappeared under the mandarin ducks playing in the water.
There were two hundred copper plates in the purse, which were rolled off the copper plate string given by He Xiaohong.
There are four types of currency in Dajing, namely gold, silver, copper plates, and small coins. The most valuable thing is gold. One tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver. One tael of silver can be exchanged for a thousand copper plates. One copper plate is equivalent to ten small coins.
These days, two small coins can buy a pound of millet, and a copper plate can buy nearly three pounds of rice or six face-sized sesame cakes. Therefore, the two hundred copper coins in the purse can buy many things.
Jian Jia is very conscious. Living under the roof of the Qin family, she must be determined to advance and retreat together. Using money to buy things for Qin Yi not only allows him to express his attitude, but also makes his life more comfortable.
Qin Yi looked at the purse in his hand. Emotional fluctuations finally appeared in his dark brown pupils. His slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "What are you doing?"
Jian Jia stood up straight and smiled: "The money to buy things is what I want, so of course I will pay for it."
Qin Yi threw the purse back into Jian Jia's hand, turned away and said calmly: "No need, I have money."
Now it was Jian Jia's turn to be confused. She looked at Qin Yi's back and curled her lips. Really, no matter what, she hates people like Qin Yi the most. He is so handsome but has an expressionless face all the time. Every time he speaks, he jumps out a few words as if it kills him. Would it kill me to give more expressions and words? As roommates who make progress together, will harmonious and friendly communication cost him his life?
Seeing Qin Yi's resolute attitude, Jian Jia no longer insisted. There will be more days of using money in the future, so it is always good to leave some money at the bottom of the box.
Qin Yi moved quickly. In a short while, he transported the garbage accumulated in the yard outside the house. With his help, Jian Jia's pressure was reduced a lot. Listening to the sound of horse hooves disappearing, Jian Jia walked slowly to the kitchen.
There was a blooded pheasant lying on the floor in the kitchen. Maybe the chicken had been dead for a long time. When Jian Jia saw it, its neck and legs were stretched stiffly into long strips, and it looked a little bit dead.
When Jian Jia saw the chicken for the first time, she once again thought of the chicken that was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. She recalled Qin Yi's calm tone: "Don't worry, we won't be cooking roast chicken at noon today." .”
No, she is not worried! She only felt frightened. Even if she died today, she still had to take the initiative in the kitchen!
This is a hen. Judging from the sharpness of its beak and feet, this chicken can be considered an old hen.
In her previous world, this chicken was also known as the "chicken sitting on the bottom of the cell and wearing it." If you want to eat it, you have to be prepared to sit on the bottom of the cell and wear it. Fortunately, there is no wildlife protection law in Dajing, and everyone still retains the simple concept of "depending on the mountains to feed the mountains, and relying on the water to feed the water".
Jian Jia picked up the pheasant and weighed it. Naturally, the wild food in the mountains was not as plump as the domesticated one, but it still had some weight. Hen meat is dry in texture and tastes average when braised or grilled, but it is great when used to stew soup!
It happened that she bought an earthenware pot from the original owner's house. She had only seen the use of earthenware pots in other food bloggers' videos. I heard that the soup simmered using earthenware methods in a clay pot on the stove is more delicious than that simmered in a clay pot...
Jian Jia squatted next to the pheasant with an eager expression on her face. The time and place were favorable, and if she didn't make chicken soup in an earthen pot today, she would be sorry for the sacrifice of this chicken.
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The bay-red horse galloped on the mountain road, and mottled light and shadow flashed across Qin Yi's cold and handsome face. He walked this mountain road leading to Jiming Town countless times, even if he could find the right direction with his eyes closed. When he was a child, he followed his father on this road, which would have taken him an hour; when he was a young boy, he could carry the prey to the butcher's shop in the town in more than half an hour; now that he has Ma Junjun, it only takes less than an hour to carry the prey to the butcher's shop in the town. He could reach his destination in the time it took to burn incense, and he could run back and forth in an hour.
Qin Yi held the reins tightly, feeling Junjun's breathing and steps. This might be the last time he and Junjun ran on this mountain road, and he cherished every moment. But even if he kept slowing down, Jiming Town still appeared at the end of the road.
Junjun stopped, snorted, turned sideways and raised his head to rub the back of Qin Yi's hand. It was telling Qin Yi in this way: They had arrived at their destination.
The pheasants we hunted today were very good, and the butcher gave us a high price of a copper coin each. Qin Yi wiped the copper plates stained with lard and put them one by one into the dusty money bag.
After coming out of the butcher's shop, Qin Yi did not mount his horse and go home as usual. He took the reins and came to the largest Donglai grocery store in the town. Facing the waiter who greeted him enthusiastically, he said calmly: " Buy some seasonings, some sugar, oil, sansho, etc."
The waiter said in a long voice with a smile on his face: "Okay~ Sir, wait a moment~"
Qin Yi did not enter the store. He leaned sideways on the pillar outside the grocery store. The bright light made his eyes uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and gently stroked his handsome mane with his right hand.
"Hey? Lao Zhang, look, is that Qin Orion over there? I haven't seen him for a few days. Let's go and say hello." A rough voice came to Qin Yi's ears. He didn't need to open his eyes. I knew this man was Orion Lao Yang from the next town.
Lao Yang is a warm-hearted person who can greet everyone he meets. Qin Yi has met him several times and has a good impression of him. It's just that Orion Zhang next to Lao Yang is narrow-minded. He is jealous of the many prey he catches and steals his business. Every time they meet, he will look at him with unkind eyes.
"You don't know, right? Qin Orion was busy getting married two days ago. You didn't see the battle, oh~" Zhang Orion's sinister voice sounded.
Lao Yang was surprised: "I really didn't know that Qin Orion got married? This is a good thing! He is already a grown man and wants to find a woman to live with. Which girl is she from?"
Zhang Orion lowered his voice and whispered: "You don't know yet, do you? Does Jianjia Village know? She is the daughter of the Jian Zhishan family in Jianjia Village."
"Hey...that woman? Isn't she that handsome scholar from Xinyue? What's her name? What's she doing?"
"Who knows, if you ask me, I don't dare to want that kind of woman. She only has a face that can be seen, and she is not a person who lives in life at all. Qin Orion is still young after all..."
"Hey, tut tut tut..."
The two of them stood far away from the corner, pointing and sighing in the direction of Qin Yi. They were immersed in the gossip and did not notice that Qin Yi had opened his eyes, and the falcon-like eyes were looking at the two people's faces. Sweep.
"Sir, what you want is ready." The waiter came out carrying dozens of oil paper bags. Qin Yi took the things, said "hmm" and looked away from the two of them.
