Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

Although for the time being, it was his guide, but now, my heart is more uncomfortable.

Ning banquet heart cool through, not only on the cold thin family, but also is

The person who looks so embarrassed is her family.

Oh, it's not family anymore.

Ning Yan looked at Xu's family, and slowly drew out a smile: "you said I was your daughter. I can't escape. But it's not like this. There are other ways." The words fell to one side of the big locust tree.

The despair in the eyes is very great, let Wen Yan's heart cool.

Ning banquet to the tree in the past.

I'm going to hit my head on a tree.

Wen Yan body a flash, block in front of Ning banquet body.

There was a sharp pain in the chest.

But this pain can't be compared with the pain in the heart. What is a woman going to do to make a clear relationship with these ignorant and vicious people with death.

He won't allow it.

"Girl, you have a hard head."

It's not really hard. My chest hurts.

Hearing Wen Yan's words, Ning Yan is no longer strong.

The tears in the bottom of my eyes, just like the jade beads with broken strings, rolled down on the ground one by one.

"Don't cry, don't cry. You are so skinny and ugly. If you cry again, can you imagine the appearance of a skeleton in tears?"

“……” Ning banquet just rose a little bit of moving moment is gone.

"What's the increase of five taels? I'll be a witness. I'll sign the deed for fifteen taels of silver. It's really killing people. I'll send you to the officials."

Village head Zhao's hair is not all white now, and his temper is much more than before.

The village head glared at Xu, who began to shiver.

Li Da wants to talk.

The village head said, "if you don't listen, go down to the top and recruit more people from your family..."

“……” Big Li dare not speak.

This kind of thing can't be done.

The Xu family was also very satisfied with fifteen Liang silver.

Happily signed the contract.

Then he stares at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan took out 15 liang of silver and gave it to the village head.

The corner of the village head's mouth twitches. He's old. He's quite sure about people's emotions. This young man is hating Xu.

Even the handover is not willing to do it yourself.

Wen Yan looked at Ning Yan and said: "the body is not good enough to blow any wind, so quickly feed the body, or how can you have the strength to work."

“……”

Although warm words are not pleasant to hear.

But Ning Yan was very moved.

She doesn't care about the servant girl. If she gets along with her two days simply, she won't cheat people.

Follow Wen Yan behind, step by step to the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Ning Yan leave, Ning Wan'er suddenly said, "shouldn't she leave her clothes and baggage? Those things are ours before they are sold. "

Ning Wan'er's voice is very delicate.

Tender.

If you change an occasion, most people will think that Ning Wan'er is a meticulous person.

But talk now.

The words are still so cold and heartless.

People in the village think that the people of Ning family are very bad. They are bad at root.

Of course, the excited Ning family only think that Ning Wan'er's words are very reasonable. There is no time to think about other things for the time being.

Ning Yan walked back to Wen Yan's home and lay on the familiar little bed.

Close your eyes, I don't know whether it's because the body hasn't finished well, or because of other things, such as what was infuriated by Ning's family. After sleeping, I woke up and my head became dizzy again.

When Wen Yan found out.

Ning Yan's face was burned red to the core.

Wen Yan moved his hand from Ning Yan's head: "I'm here. Don't burn you into a fool because of the so-called" butterfly effect. "

Ning Yan was confused and didn't hear what Wen Yan said clearly.

I just feel that Wen Yan's hand is very cold.

It's comfortable to land on your forehead.

So he went over to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan

Wen Yan felt that he was being tortured to death.

Fortunately, the woman is still sick, otherwise, she will certainly be unable to resist the temptation brought by the woman, and she will be taken apart to eat.

"I'll give you the decocting medicine and lie down. Don't lift the quilt."

Even if you're hot, you have to keep it hot.

Otherwise

It's only going to get worse.

Wen Yan decocted medicine for a long time, carrying the medicine to the room, Ning Yan has fallen asleep.

Close your eyes, long eyelashes, in sharp contrast to the withered and yellow hair, and a layer of white dry skin on your lips.The body is short of water and sleeps seriously.

Wen Yan wakes up and hands the medicine to Ning Yan. 𝒇𝔯e𝚎𝘄𝑒𝑏𝙣𝑜𝚟𝗲𝑙.c𝘰𝚖

Ning Yan is still a mouthful of medicine to dry.

Wen Yan didn't tease people this time. He took out a bag with sugar in it.

It's sweet.

Wen Yan knows that the current sugar can't compare with the milk sugar and the fruit sugar.

However, even if he knows how to make milk candy, the clever woman can't cook without rice. Without milk, he can't make it.

For the time being, we have to use sugar to suppress the bitterness.

“…… Go to sleep. Sleep a little longer. Don't kick the quilt. " With a warning, Wen Yan went to the kitchen.

Women have to eat when they wake up.

If you don't eat, you won't get better.

The problem is, when you're sick, it's hard for anyone to have an appetite.

Even Wen Yan himself will not have any appetite when he is ill.

So, you have to make something that patients like to eat.

What do women like to eat?

Wen Yan thought about it for a moment, and suddenly he laughed.

Women nowadays are afraid that they just want to eat meat.

However, you can't eat meat when you are sick.

You have to eat more light ones.

Wen Yan was a little lucky. He felt bored in his last life and didn't want to waste his time, so he learned to cook a good dish.

Now don't worry about what you haven't eaten.

Go into the kitchen and wash your hands.

Young fingers look good.

There are no orange peel wrinkles on the palm and back of the hand.

At this age, these hands look good no matter what they take.

Wen Yan is very confident in himself. Even vegetarian food can be delicious.

There is no food in the garden at the moment.

Wen Yan carries a string of meat to the neighbor's house, the neighbor is Aunt Huang.

It's the closest to here.

Aunt Huang, who is a few years younger, has a cool personality.

Seeing Wen Yan holding the meat, he laughed and said, "what does a scholar do with meat? He is a neighbor. Don't be so polite."

"In exchange for some food."

"For what?"

Asked Aunt Huang.

He did not take the meat in Wen Yan's hand.

If the meat is taken over, you must do what others have told you.

You can't cheat people.

"Change some cabbage, radish and pickled cucumber with sour beans..."

"These things are not valuable. If you want to eat them, you can take them. They are all grown in your own land. What can you do with such courtesy?"

When Aunt Huang heard Wen's words, she was surprised. She thought there was something difficult to do.

Now

It's just a little vegetable.

Can I carry so much meat? That's very kind of you.

"There is nothing else in my family. I can be a scholar. There is no scholar in this village.

If you come to gouziwan with the status of Jinshi, I'm afraid it will not be peaceful.

The scholar is just right.

At present, there is no one to disturb.

From Aunt Huang's home, Wen Yan has a little more human smell.

For example, a basket is carried on the right shoulder, and the basket is not clean. When the bottom of the basket is carried on the back, the soil will rub against the clothes.

On the left hand is a bowl.

There are pickled cucumbers and beans in the bowl.

There seems to be less salt in the pickle, and there are hairs on cucumbers and beans.

But

These hairs are also edible.

Nowadays, those salt refining methods have not come out yet. Ordinary farmers, who are willing to put so much salt in their pickles.

Unless it's a salt producing place.

There is no doubt that there is no place for salt making in Gouzi Bay.

So

Only pickles with white hairs can be eaten.

Wen Yan returned home, clothes did not change, a simple wash, carrying these dishes to the kitchen.

Chinese cabbage is stir fried, and there is not much oil and salt in it

Not much is relative to Wen Yan himself. If other people in gouziwan saw it, they would certainly say that Wen Yan would not live a good life.

After all, put it in someone else's house, fry a dish and make a meal, that is, use a brush to dip a little oil on the bottom of the pot.

Wen Yan poured out enough oil for these people to eat for a week.

Pickled cucumber and beans are more appetizing.

Wash off the white hair and mix it with oil and salt. The oil is heated with lard and cooled. Inside, it is also cooked with scallion, garlic and small prickly ash, and the gusts of fragrance waft out.

Fortunately, the side is empty, no one has a shadow.Otherwise

I'm afraid the children next door will cry.

The last pickled radish, Wenyan, did not deal with it. He put a little salt in it, cut it into pieces and put it on the plate.

Night is coming.

Wen Yan goes to the room of Ning banquet and lights the candle.

Ning Yan is still ripe and asleep. Wen Yan reaches out his hand and touches the forehead of Ning banquet. Although it is still a little hot, it is not hot enough to frighten people.

"I got up to eat. I used my meal and took my medicine before I went back to sleep."

Ning Yan opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yan, and slowly sat up from the bed.

"How can you feel dizzy..." Just wake up, throat dry, Ning banquet voice also some hoarse.