Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 690

Di Yahuai burst into tears for her integrity.

How kind he is to his elder brother!

If the eldest brother knew what he had paid for him, he must be very touched.

(Zhao Ying:...)
Soon, Di Yahuai couldn't care less about thinking about things, and only wished that she didn't have two more stomachs and eight mouths.

The day of worshiping the ancestors is still to come, but Gu Xiang's running water banquet has already been set up.

When she first came home, she wanted to do it once. It can earn food points, and it can be lively and lively to make the parents and villagers happy. There is nothing wrong with it.

It's just that there are so many things to do, and things are delayed for a while.

At this moment, Gu Xiang deliberately wanted to be lively, so he specially asked Tie Zhu to help build dozens of copper pots, and asked the carpenters and blacksmiths in the village to help together. It took half a day to build a long case, and Xue Ying personally made the pots. mechanism, as long as the chain is turned, the oval tray in the center of the long table can be rotated all over the table.

It's a bit like a rotating hot pot for later generations.

Di Ya Huaiguang played with the small hot pot around the table, until the old dog and the others arranged the finished copper pot neatly, and brought the boss's soup pot over to pour the soup base, still feeling a little unfinished.

The villagers are even more curious.

In addition to Gu Ji’s cooks, there are also a few nimble aunts drawn from the farm who are in charge of cooking. Everyone wears rice noodle aprons, their hair is tied high, and they wear hats made of light blue Gebu. They all squeezed in, wearing spotless gloves on their hands.

The cooks are clean and tidy at first glance.

At first, Gu Xiang had someone cut a white apron and robe, but the maid at home saw it, and quickly stopped him from doing it.

She thought about it too, now it's not as good as modern times, now it's white, ahem, it really can't be used indiscriminately, it's unlucky.

So I made some rice noodles, beige, and light blue light colors. If it is dirty, it is easy to see, and it is also clean and pleasing to the eye.

Di Yahuai didn't mind sitting at the same table with fellow villagers at all, and copied several fresh and tender mutton rolls with chopsticks, and put them in his small copper pot.

The snow-white soup is tumbling, and the mutton rolls that are cooked just right are rolled in the sesame sauce mixed with chili oil and a lot of soy bean curd. The taste is incredible.

"Tsk, it's fun!"

After eating a few chopsticks, a layer of sweat appeared on Di Yahuai's forehead. When the sweat broke out, he was really happy.

The old patriarch smiled and watched the villagers all over the village come to eat in twos and threes.

"Tie Zhu, your clothes look bright."

Tie Zhu is still dressed in a short jacket, but the clothes are clean, the material is good, light and airy, blue like the sky, and he looks energetic.

Others in the village were also well-dressed.

Di Yahuai himself has a bit of a cleanliness obsession, and he doesn't mind sitting at the same table with the villagers this time. He may not be aware of it, but his companions know it well, that is, the villagers of Guzhuang sit here, his family The little general can adapt well, and he would definitely not be happy to change to someone else.

The husband and wife of the family always scolded him because of this - the Di family will definitely go to the battlefield in the future. Could it be that he will wash up and wear new clothes every day when he goes to the battlefield?Could it be that his comrade's clothes were dirty, stained with blood, and he refused to approach?

The companion doesn't care about this, he doesn't care if his little general goes to the battlefield.

"It's best not to go up."

Look now, the fish on this table is not good?Bad meat?Or is this delicious shrimp bad?So and so, doing some errands, earning a lot of credit, eating and drinking well, sleeping well, and getting a wife in the future, so it's good for a lifetime.

As Lang Jun said, the Di family should be heroes who died on the battlefield, not worthless wretches who died on the bed. It is a person's greatest blessing.

"This day is really getting better every day."

The old patriarch sighed, took a piece of fish with his chopsticks, the fish was so tender that it was easy to eat, even his old teeth could eat it, just dipped in a little chili oil and salt and pepper, the taste was very delicious .

All the old and the young in Guzhuang came to eat, and it was lively and bustling for a while, and many passing merchants, people from other villages were envious of such a lively scene for a while.

Word spread quickly.

Because of the need to worship the ancestors, Gu Xiang mentioned a few words, and the old patriarch asked someone to prepare a pen and ink, wrote a notice and posted it in the village. Sao, if anyone has a relationship with these people, if he is willing to sacrifice Sao once or twice, he will report to the clan, and the clan will also give a certain amount of subsidies.

In fact, the Guzhuang clan has such a rule for a long time. It’s just that the village was poor in the past, and the clan couldn’t even take care of the living. They didn’t have the energy to take care of their ancestors, but now it’s different. Smoke rose from the ancestral grave.

The old patriarch had long wanted to repair the ancestral graves, so that the ancestors could be happy with them.

When he wrote this announcement, there was a sense of grandeur and joy between the lines, but no one who saw it would doubt the old patriarch's thoughts.

The old dog led the people and scattered to the surrounding villages and chattered a few words about Gu Zhuang's plan to relocate the ancestral tombs. The clan decided to relocate those unowned tombs together, so as to save them from becoming lonely ghosts in the future. I can't even eat the offerings.

These rumors are not very deliberate. In fact, the old dog and others are just giving some guidance. It wouldn't make a fuss, but if you want to know, you can always know.

The running water table lasts for three days.

The preparations for the ancestor worship were also bustling.

This day, when Gu Xiang was checking the bill with Qiu Li and the others, he heard the old dog say from the window: "Little lady, three people who claim the lonely graves in the village came today. The old patriarch and the elders know each other and have already withdrawn the money." , let them clean up the lonely grave."

It's a pity that none of them came to claim the one they were staring at.

Gu Xiang smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's best to show your head, it's okay if you don't want to."

Things are in my hands, I should be anxious, no matter how I think about it, I can't turn to myself.

Just as he was talking, Chen Xu sent a letter box outside.

"Li Langjun, tell me, please pick it up with your own hands, and watch it when you are alone."

There was something strange on Chen Xu's face.

Anyway, his subordinates have buried countless nails of the Imperial City Secretary, and they have all been put on the bright side, so there is no need to hide it from him. Now, the letters between Duke An and the princess are sent directly by Chen Xu.

He was not surprised that he would be a messenger, but he was a little surprised that the box sent by An Guogong would spray so much fragrance.

"Ah."

Gu Xiang gently covered his mouth and nose, feeling helpless for a while.

The letter box smelled like being in a large camellia bush.

(End of this chapter)