Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role

Shi Yan lived in Taohua Village for more than half a year and got along very well with the villagers. There were often big girls, little daughters-in-law and old ladies passing by their house, giving them a handful of green beans grown by themselves.

This day, the Taoist priest squatted by the well washing vegetables, looked at the sky, and suddenly asked Shi Yan, who was lying under a tree in the sun: "Boss, do you want me to go to Fucheng to inquire about the situation?"

Shi Yan's voice came from under the book, muffled: "What's the situation?"

Shi Yan was indeed a little confused by the Taoist priest's question.

The Taoist was in a hurry, dropped the vegetables in his hand, walked quickly to Shi Yan, took off the book that Shi Yan covered his face, and said indignantly: "I went to the gentleman in Fucheng to inquire about the potato. Indeed, during the founding years of the country, there was a lot of noise, and almost all the big businessmen who went to sea at that time received the will of the emperor.

Boss, you planted potatoes, but you have done a great job. It stands to reason that it has been several months since you handed potatoes to Lord Zhizhou, and the reward from the court is long overdue.

There is no movement at all right now, could it be that someone is making a fuss and embezzling your credit? "

After hearing this, Shi Yan put the book on his face again, waved his hand and said, "I know in my heart, I'm going to eat red fruit egg drop soup at noon today, remember to put two more red fruit, don't buckle.

This thing is not resistant to storage, and if it is not good, it will all be broken. It is better to eat it in the stomach. "

Hearing this, the monk who was in a daze under the eaves, his eyes gleamed excitedly: "I want to eat red fruit egg noodles, put two more spoons of red jam on the noodles, put a boiled green vegetable, and put a pinch of chicken shreds."

The Taoist rolled his eyes angrily: "Can't you have other pursuits? If you eat this every day, I think you can just grow into noodles."

Unconvinced, the monk straightened his chest and argued, "My focus is not noodles, but red fruit eggs, understand?"

Shi Yan lazily turned over, feeling that the two quarrels were purely idle.

Since the tomatoes at home were ripe, the ground was sprinkled with cabbage seeds, and before winter came, they could still harvest a crop of Chinese cabbage in the cellar, and the two of them were completely idle.

From then on, the Taoist priest fell in love with the study of cooking, and the monk went to the city to find books about farming, and spent his free time bickering.

Shi Yan thought to himself: The cross between modern and ancient times is really not a life for people. Every time I come from modern times, I have to get used to it for a long time. Compared with the efficiency of modern efficiency, fast and convenient, ancient times can be said to be nothing.

"Is Li Xianggong at home? I brought you what you asked for!"

When Shi Yan heard the sound, he knew it was the village iron next door.

The eldest son of the craftsman's family suddenly regained his spirits. He stood up and took two quick steps to open the door in person.

The monks and priests were all surprised. I had never seen Shi Yan, a person who could lie down and not sit, be so active. This is a person who usually wants to be replaced even when he eats.

The two hurriedly followed, only to see the eldest son of the blacksmith's family hand over a very gentle iron pot with a black edge to Shi Yan, showing his big white teeth, and naively persuaded Shi Yan.

"Li Xianggong, my father said that the iron pot appeared as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but iron is not easy to obtain and the cost is too high. If it is used to boil water for cooking, it is not cost-effective. It is better to use a large kitchen knife. It's been passed down for generations!"

After speaking, he took out a piece of iron lump the size of a palm from the basket in his hand: "This is the iron left over from the iron pot, and I have sent it to you."

Shi Yan waved his hand with a smile, took out a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve, about a hundred coins, and handed them over to the strong man in front of him: "This is wages, take the rest of the iron back, you don't have to destroy your home for me. rules."

The big man smiled naively and went back with the copper plate.

Shi Yan turned around and entered the yard, and went straight to the kitchen. The Taoist priest said curiously, "Few people in the countryside can afford iron pots, generally they use clay pots and casserole, and only some large households have iron pots.

But the taste of the cooked food is similar, why bother to make an iron pot?

I heard that during the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was popular among the noble people in the capital to use iron pans to fry vegetables. No one can tell exactly how to fry them, but the taste is definitely not good. "

Monk Wang An asked curiously, "How do you know it doesn't taste good?"

The Taoist priest Liu Quan glanced at the monk with the eyes of a fool: "If the taste is good, can the nobles in the capital still cook vegetables and rice?"

Shi Yanxin said that there are no condiments, you can use a gold pot and a silver pot, and stir fry it on high heat, and the taste of white meat will not lose its fishy smell.

Shi Yan drove out the two people who were in the way: "Don't get in the way, I will show you my craftsmanship today."

The Taoist just wanted to say that you can do it? I remembered again, when I arrived here on the first day, Shi Yan made the dish that hooked the two greedy worms out, and went out with his saliva.

Shi Yan slowly boiled a pot of water, first sterilized the iron pot briefly, then took out the jar of pork suet, nodded with satisfaction, and started to move.

Soon the yard was full of strange scents, Wang An and Liu Quan couldn't stand it, they squatted at the door and drooled at the smell.

The monk Wang An immediately began to bite his fingers: "This **** is too fragrant! I can eat a pot of rice.

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Taoist priest Liu Quan touched his gurgling stomach, his eyes lost: "A few years ago, I often dreamed at night, dreaming that when I was a child, I was celebrating the New Year at home, and there were 108 delicacies from the mountains and seas on the table, and I was drooling in the middle of the night.

I just found out today that it was all because I didn’t know it before. If I had smelled this smell back then, I probably wouldn’t have had that ridiculous dream! "

The two had dreamy eyes, twitched their noses, and kept leaning towards the kitchen door.

Not only the two of them, but soon five or six children from the neighbors gathered at the gate of the courtyard.

This time, Taoist priest Liu Quan brought out a few red fruits from the main room, one for each of the children, and sent away the children who were unwilling to leave.

Looking at the red fruit left in my hand, I thought about it and stuffed it directly into my mouth. The more I ate it, the more greedy I became. I felt that my favorite red fruit in the past was no longer fragrant.

The people who waited were scratching their heads, and after half an hour, Shi Yan's four dishes and one soup finally came to the table, vegetarian fried vegetables, hot and sour cabbage, soy pot fish, fried bacon, red fruit and egg drop soup.

The smell makes people intoxicated. This time Wang An and the two didn't wait for the boss to move the chopsticks first, so they couldn't help but take a bite.

The eyes of the two of them "swiped" at the same time, and they stared at Cai, like a man who has been single for decades, seeing a naked beauty on the bed, and can't wait to devour each other.

Shi Yan was disgusted by the metaphor he thought of, he touched the goosebumps on his arm, and said angrily, "Okay, let's eat!"

The meal was very quiet, only the occasional sound of the chopsticks hitting the dishes and the sound of swallowing.

When Shi Yan took a sip, he knew it. Sure enough, the seasoning was incomplete and he couldn't make the taste he liked. However, seeing Wang An and the two happily eating, he didn't say anything.

After he was full, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, quietly watched the two pour the last bit of soup from the plate into the bowl, mixed it with rice and ate it, and finally felt the stomach in a daze.

Shi Yan thought to himself, these two Tie Hanhan are absolutely amazing.

Seeing that the two of them had reached a certain level and were sleepy while sitting on the chairs, Shi Yan decided to remind the two of them, "Do you still plan to become monks in the future?"

Under the dumbfounded eyes of the two of them, Shi Yan pointed to the clean plate that had been licked on the table: "Break the ring."

I thought that the two would have to struggle a little to make a choice, but who knew that the two of them listened, and their eyes lit up instantly.

Monk Wang An: "I've never been a monk, so why not break the precepts!"

Taoist priest Liu Quan: "Being born and joining the world, the most important thing is to cultivate the mind. What's the difference?"

Shi Yan: "So, from now on

After that, are you no longer a monk? "

Wang An: "Yes."

Liu Quan: "That's right."

Two people: "If every meal has this kind of delicious food, who would want to become a monk?"

Shi Yan: "…"

"Okay, from now on, you monks and Taoists will all dress up, especially monks, let's grow your hair, it will be cold in the sky, and it will look strangely cold." Shi Yan said.

The two agreed very neatly, as if they had been waiting for Shi Yan to say these words, and their eyes showed the satisfaction of getting their wish.

Although the two of them made a very hasty decision that they would no longer be monks, the villagers of Taohua Village couldn't change their words for a while, and they still called them by their previous occupations.

Before winter came, Shi Yan went to the grocery store of Wang Qihong's house in Fucheng. This time Wang Qihong gave Shi Yan two golden-yellow seeds the size of a child's finger and felt very hard.

"You asked me to help you pay attention to all kinds of strange-shaped seeds. Someone just sent this, but no one knows how to plant this thing, when to plant it, when to harvest it, and when to fertilize it. They don't want to waste that manpower and material resources. .

If others say that he can plant this thing, I don't believe it, but if you are Li Ge, I am very confident. "Wang Qihong said to Shi Yan with a smile.

After all, I heard from my uncle that the imperial court has already started raising potato seedlings in Huangzhuang, and by the spring of next year, there will probably be hundreds of acres of potatoes planted near the capital.

At that time, the court will reward everyone for meritorious deeds.

When Shi Yan returned home, he soaked the seeds in warm water, and took Wang An and two to build a simple warm shed in a well-lit place in the courtyard.

Liu Quan was puzzled: "Boss, the cost of the greenhouse is too high. The charcoal and firewood burned in one winter will cost the three of us a year! Just to grow a few vegetables? It's not worth it!"

What Liu Quan didn't say was that he felt that the money that their boss had saved in the past six months, after the greenhouse was built, was afraid that there would be nothing left.

Liu Quan is already thinking about going to Fucheng in winter to find a restaurant to be a chef to earn money to support his family. He believes that with the first-hand cooking skills he learned from the boss, it is more than enough to be a master in Fucheng Restaurant.

And Wang An, who fell in love with farming with all his strength, also thought that there was not much food at home.

I have already made plans to go to Fucheng with Uncle Wang from the east of the village tomorrow to carry the goods to earn money to support the family.

It's because Shi Yan didn't know what the two of them were thinking. If they knew, they would get goosebumps all over again. Could it be that the two of them really regarded him as their home?

He didn't intend to raise the two as sons!