Picking up a fool to farm

Chapter 15

Yan Chenyi bowed his hands to Boss Zhang, and pulled Sibo as he stepped out of the restaurant's main entrance, when Boss Zhang stopped him. He turned his head to look puzzled, and asked in doubt: "Boss, is there anything else?"

Boss Zhang came over with a small purse in his hand, and handed it to him with a smile, "This is my husband's wages today. My husband has done a lot of other things today, and I, an old man, can't help but be savvy."

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Chenyi knew what the old man meant, and he was not polite to him. He took the money bag and put it in his sleeve pocket, nodded to him, and took Sibo away.

A young guy saw it, curled his lips and asked, "Boss, you think highly of him too much. He's giving away both elbows and money. He's so capable."

Boss Zhang turned his head and glared at him, shook his head and went back to the counter to collect the bill.

The little guy made a cut and turned to go to work.

Sibo was very happy when he came out of the restaurant, and he also relaxed. He took Yan Chenyi and ran to the side mask selling stall, pointed to the big painted face on it and said, "Look, Chenchen, this person is so ugly."

Yan Chenyi twitched the corner of his mouth, waved his hands to the peddler and smiled apologetically, took him to the kneader's booth beside him, pointed to the kittens and puppies above, and said, "Let the old man knead a flower." How about you?"

Sibo nodded immediately when he heard it, and gave him a big smiling face, "Yeah, I want Ahua, I want a big cock, and I want a little chicken." While talking, he gestured to the old man who made dough, telling him It's like, "So big and fat."

The old man looked at him in embarrassment, thinking that there must be something wrong with this man's brain, who would make the dough so big.

Yan Chenyi waved his hands and said to the old man, "Old man, just make it a little bigger than usual."

The old man nodded, took the dough three or two times, and then squeezed out a yellow-colored chicken, and handed it to Sibo who was sitting on the side and staring at him. Sibo stretched out his hand to look around, and smiled very happily.

Yan Chenyi heaved a sigh of relief, Sibo had been keeping a straight face when he was in the restaurant just now, as if he was not used to strangers, pretending on purpose.

Seeing that he likes face-faced people so much, Yan Chenyi also smiled.

The old man's hands are skillful and his speed is fast, and the big cock's family finished pinching in a short while.Yan Chenyi took out two copper coins from the purse and handed them to him, and continued walking home with Sibo.

On the road, Sibo held the dough man in his hand, and all his attention was attracted by the dough man, and other stalls could no longer attract his attention.

On the contrary, Yan Chenyi bought two idle books, he also wanted to get familiar with those traditional characters more, and he also started to teach Sibo to re-literate, this task seemed quite difficult.

"Chenchen, what is this?" Pointing to the books Yan Chenyi was holding, Sibo tilted his head to look at him.

"I'll tell you a story when I get back. It's for coaxing you to sleep." Yan Chenyi pursed his lips and chuckled, raised his hand and pinched his ear, "Go buy chicken legs, and I'll stew chicken legs for you when you get home. This elbow will be eaten tomorrow." After it's done, give half to Uncle Li's family, they take care of us a lot."

Sibo nodded, and pulled him back quickly, thinking about chicken legs, chicken legs, chicken legs.

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After dinner, Yan Chenyi was busy processing the pork knuckles in the kitchen. He originally thought that he might as well shave the skin and make jelly while the weather was still cold, but he gave up later.

First of all, there is not much skin on the elbow, so it is estimated that it will not last much.

Secondly, his knife skills are limited and he doesn't have that skill.

Finally, I decided to make sauced elbows. Anyway, when I came back from the county, I bought a lot of seasonings, which was enough for making sauced elbows.

Sibo was full, took a small Maza and sat aside looking up at him.

"Chenchen, what are you doing?"

Yan Chenyi is using a kitchen knife to cut the meat on the elbow. In fact, it is okay to throw the whole thing into the pot for cooking, but he thinks that it will take a long time to cook, and the taste will not necessarily enter the meat. After all, there is no pressure cooker. It is better to cook things separately.

Glancing at Sibo, who was looking up at him with the dough in his hand, he smiled and said, "If it's too early to finish cooking the meat, we'll send it to Uncle Li's house, and I'll leave the bones for you to chew on." Yes, leave more meat on top, okay?"

Sibo immediately widened his eyes, nodded vigorously, and muttered in his mouth: "The meat cooked by Chenchen is the best, so I will give them a small half, and leave the rest for me to eat."

"Well, I'll give you the rest. You sit outside, and the fire will choke you later." Yan Chenyi put the cut meat on a thick branch and put it aside, and lit the fire later He will have to burn off the pig hair in the future, and he doesn't want to stick his tongue while eating meat.

Sibo obediently moved his pony seat and sat by the door, looked left and right, put down the masker and went to the well with the bucket, "Chenchen, I'll fetch water for you."

"Well, be careful." Yan Chenyi nodded, and squatted down to start a fire.

Throwing all the bought ingredients into the pot, washing the pork with clean water and putting it in together, adding some firewood, Yan Chenyi straightened up and took a breath. Today he used his brain more and walked a lot. Feeling pretty tired right now.

He added two more ladles of water to the pot, and he looked out, only to see Sibo squatting in the vegetable field, not knowing what he was digging.

After covering the pot, he wiped his hands and walked over, "Sibo? What are you doing?"

Sibo turned to look at him, pointed to Cai Yangzi and said, "Look, Chenchen, there are flowers."

"It's really blossoming." Glancing at the vegetable seedling Sibo pointed to, Yan Chenyi opened his eyes wide in surprise, and stretched out his hand to lift the vegetable seedling for a closer look, "Fortunately, there has been a lot of rain and sunshine recently , this eggplant flower actually bloomed, I thought it was dead."

Calculating the time, the vegetables in this vegetable field were basically planted more than a month ago, and they should bloom anyway, but I don't know if it is because of his first planting, the vegetables in this vegetable field The vegetables basically haven't bloomed yet, but small flower buds.

Now he is also very happy to see the eggplant blooming. When he looked up, he found that many buds had bloomed.

"Chenchen, what is that?" He raised his hand and tugged Yan Chenyi's trouser leg, pointed to the wall not far away, Sibo stood up and pulled Yan Chenyi over.

Yan Chenyi went over to have a look, and frowned.

He remembered that he didn't grow vegetables on the land at the bottom of the wall.

He squatted down and took a closer look. He was stunned for a moment, because it was in a cool place, so he didn't pay attention to it at ordinary times. He probably got it with him when fertilizing, but judging from the shape, it might be wild Codonopsis pilosula.

He remembered that there used to be a piece of wild Codonopsis pilosula in the yard of his grandma's house, but he was not sure. After two days, he would find Uncle Meng to take a look, and the old man's field had grown a lot of Codonopsis pilosula.

"When did you see something growing here?" Yan Chenyi patted the dirt on his hands, and pulled Sibo to stand up and get out of the vegetable field.

Sibo tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't remember, is that grass in Chenchen? Why didn't you pull it out? Didn't you say that grass can't be planted together with vegetables?"

"That doesn't have to be grass. You'll know what it is when you let Uncle Meng take a look." Yan Chenyi washed his hands and led him to the kitchen. At this moment, the cauldron was already steaming, so he opened it Gai looked at it and nodded slightly, thinking that this big pot cooks things so fast that the meat has changed color.

Sibo leaned over and lay on his back, sniffed it with his probe, smacked his lips, "It smells so good, so much meat."

Yan Chenyi looked at him amusedly, took the chopsticks at the side and poked a few holes in the meat, and said, "Where are your noodles? Don't you like it?"

Sibo pouted, "It's not fun to face people, but Ah Hua is fun."

"Then you go play with A'hua, I'll go back to the room and read a book." Squeezing his earlobe, Yan Chenyi looked up at the sky, it was already very dark, probably at eight o'clock.

Sibo nodded, but instead of looking for A'hua, he went back to the house with Yan Chenyi.

He still sat down beside Yan Chenyi in a decent manner, tilted his head and took a brush.

Yan Chenyi couldn't help laughing at the expression that I want to read and write like Chenchen, took the rice paper and put it in front of him, reached out and dipped the brush in the ink, and asked, "Sibo, what do you want to learn? "

Sibo's posture of holding the brush seems to be much more correct than that of Yan Chenyi. Yan Chenyi seems to have no strength in his wrist. When he picks up the brush, he always feels like he is holding the chopsticks vertically. No matter how you look at it, it is awkward.

He put the writing brush aside and took the bamboo stick pen he made himself, which is still easy.

Seeing that he took the bamboo stick pen and imitated him, Sibo put the brush on the pen stand aside, took a bamboo stick pen, and looked at Yan Chenyi's posture, he learned to pose in a clumsy manner, but His fingers were not good, and the bamboo stick pen was a little thin. He pinched it too hard, and there was a crisp click, and the pen barrel broke.

Yan Chenyi looked at him dumbfounded, Sibo also lowered his eyes, as if frightened.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can hold the brush as you are used to, you don't have to use the same one as me." Yan Chenyi hurriedly threw the bamboo stick pen that was broken into two pieces aside, then took the brush and stuffed it into the brush. In Sibo's hand, "I'll teach you how to write my name. Didn't you say you like Chenchen the most? How can you not write my name?"

Sibo's attention was immediately attracted, and he nodded excitedly at Yan Chenyi.

Heaving a sigh of relief quietly, Yan Chenyi took the rice paper and put it in front of him, first slowly wrote the word "Yan", then tilted his head to look at Sibo, "This word reads Yan, my surname."

Sibo followed suit and nodded, "Yan, Chenchen's surname."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and swiped it on the paper in a dignified manner, and the word "banquet" appeared.

Yan Chenyi frowned slightly, and glanced at Sibo who was writing the second word "Yan".

Could it be that this is also instinct?The characters written by this person are clear even if he doesn't understand them, and the arrogant and domineering pens are like a dragon. If it is put into modern times, it may be sold for a good price.

Shaking his head, he smiled at Sibo who was looking at him, and continued to teach him how to write.

Sibo is also serious about learning, and he can basically remember it after teaching him once, but Yan Chenyi didn't notice that what he taught were all simplified characters, that is, the fonts he was familiar with, not the traditional traditional characters that were commonly used in ancient times...