The days when I farmed in Liaozhai

Chapter 1 Transmigrated into the world of goblins and spirits
Fu Duoxi stood at the door of the broken thatched hut, holding the door frame with one hand and pressing his chest with the other, his eyes swept to the wasteland in front of the door, and then to the continuous farmland and cottages under the distant mountain...

emmmmm... am I time-traveling? !

Fu Duoxi thumped his chest, still unable to believe the fact of time travel.

Originally, her parents saw that she was under too much pressure to sprint for the college entrance examination, so they sent her to grandpa's farm to relax.In her grandfather's study room, she was flipping through an ancient book of strange things recorded by ghosts and spirits, and she was muttering to herself that as a retired old professor of the Faculty of Arts, the name given to his only granddaughter was too perfunctory. The names of characters in old books.

No wonder the name Fuduoxi always feels out of touch with the times, exuding a strong old-fashioned atmosphere.She was about to take the old book to ask her grandfather for an explanation, when she stumbled suddenly, and when she stood up again, she found that she had appeared in the world in the book, becoming Fu Duoxi with the same name and surname in the book...

In the world in the book, there are gods and demons, spirit monsters, and goblins.

Fu Duoxi shuddered shiveringly, clasping his thin shoulders tightly with both hands, reminding himself to be calm, must be calm.In this world, she is a lonely peasant girl who can only rely on herself in everything.

The memory of the original owner filled his mind like a flood, and then slowly receded.

Hey, I have read a lot of novels through books, but I can still remain calm about the fact that I have traveled through books.

Clearing his throat, he said to himself to cheer himself up: "Okay, since it's here, it's safe! What difficulty can be more difficult than sprinting for the college entrance examination."

I don't know if it's because I accepted the magical arrangement of fate calmly, my stomach growled restlessly at this moment.After rubbing his growling belly, he turned and went back to the house to prepare for cooking.

The mud and stone hearth was well kept.There was a small half can of lard and a bowl of bottomless coarse salt on the stove.A wooden shelf stood by the rear window, and several large bowls and chopsticks were placed on the middle shelf.On the top layer are steamer grates and two red clay jars.The bottom layer has half a bag of rice and a bag of cornmeal.

The rice and cornmeal were saved by the neighbors and gathered together to help her during the New Year.

Fu Duoxi lifted the lid of the big iron pot and stood against the wall, poured a ladle of water from the water tank into the pot, picked up the loofah and scrubbed it skillfully.

Although she is a modern person, she is very familiar with this earthen pot stove.Grandpa's house is this kind of earthen pot stove.

When Fuduoxi was five years old, he liked to squat by the earthen pot stove and watch his grandma cook.She hopes to register a food blogger account after the college entrance examination, and carry forward the traditional cooking techniques learned from her grandma.

She deftly stuffed firewood into the stove and lit it.The moisture in the big iron pot quickly dissipated and smoke came out.Pour a bowl of washed rice into a large hot iron pot and stir fry it quickly with a shovel.

The rice grains jumped playfully in the big iron pot, making a sizzling sound, and the aroma of rice gradually became stronger.

Fried rice has to be roasted slowly over low heat.The edge of the pot rattled when the spatula touched it, and the aroma of fried rice became stronger, filling the whole room, and dispersing from the window and doorway to the outside.The white rice becomes slightly browned and swollen, and the crackling sound gradually disappears. The heat is just right, and it is ready to be cooked.

Fu Duoxi took the fried rice out of a bowl, and put the rest in a crock pot and sealed it, so that he could grab a handful to satisfy his hunger anytime he was hungry.Fried rice soaked in hot water mixed with salt and lard tastes good.It would be even better if there is chicken soup. Fried rice soaked in chicken soup is delicious in the world.

Fu Duoxi subconsciously licked his lips.

In this family where meat is never eaten all year round, this is the only delicacy she can eat now.

Boil water in a large iron pot, and wait for the water to boil to soak and fry rice. At this moment, he heard a strange noise from outside the door, and Fu Duoxi walked out of the hut.

The appearance of Fu Duoxi caused a group of pheasants passing by the door to quack, flapping their wings and fleeing in all directions.A few pheasants slammed into the earthen wall, fell to the ground with a thud, kicked their legs a few times and stopped moving.

Looking at this novel scene, Fu Duoxi was momentarily stunned.

If you really want chicken soup, you can come to chicken...then hurry up and pick it up, and stew chicken soup!She subconsciously looked up at the sky, and didn't find that the pheasants had natural enemies. Why did these pheasants suddenly kick their legs and die?It didn't look like they were poisoned either, the fur of the pheasants hitting the wall was shiny.

Fu Duoxi picked all the pheasants into the bamboo basket and counted nine of them.Tonight, one will be stewed to make chicken soup, and the others will be salted and then dried to make cured chicken.Can be stored for a longer time.

She quickly grabbed a chicken, poured hot water to remove the feathers and dissected the internal organs.Humming "It's a good day today" in his mouth, he put the cleaned pheasant into a large iron pot and stewed it.

The flames filled the stove, and the smell of chicken soup wafted out from the lid.Pull out a handful of firewood and turn to a low heat to simmer.Stewed chicken soup can't be rushed, and chicken soup can't be eaten in a hurry.

After estimating the time, I felt that it was about the same time. I lifted the lid of the pot and scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup with a wooden spoon. I blew the chicken soup on my lips to warm it, and tasted it with my mouth.The taste is enough, but it is still a little short of the mellow and rich chicken soup.

Fu Duoxi first scooped out two spoonfuls of chicken soup and poured it into the fried rice bowl to satisfy his hunger and resolve his stomach's protests, and then slowly taste the delicious Fu Duoxi's chicken soup.

Gradually, there is a sweet and mellow taste of chicken soup in the nose.

Fu Duoxi glanced at the fire in the stove, the flame kept a low profile.Sitting on the small bench, blowing the heat of fried rice in chicken soup, Zi Liuliu ate the whole bowl of fried rice in chicken soup.The stomach soothed by delicious food brings super satisfaction and super happiness to the brain.

The firewood in the stove is about to go out, and you need to add a handful of Chaifu-style chicken soup to get it out of the pot.The firewood in the stove was used up, Fu Duoxi looked through the memory of the original owner, there was still firewood at the bottom of the outer wall, stood up and walked outside the house.

Just as Fu Duoxi walked out of the hut, a red fluffy little chubby fox ran out from the bamboo forest behind the broken hut.

It sucked its nose hard, making sure that the scent came from the broken thatched hut in front, and its four short legs jumped up and down quickly, and went straight to the rear window of the hut.

Two fat front paws were on the window sill, the little fox stood up fat, and poked its long pointed mouth into the open window.

"Ah, it's chicken soup...it's too delicious!"

Saliva dripped from the corner of the little fox's mouth.

The little chubby fox quickly jumped into the house, ran to the stove excitedly, stretched out his paws and removed the lid of the big pot, and the aroma of chicken soup hit his face.

It wiped its saliva, stared at the hot chicken soup in the cauldron, its eyes were shining...

At the same time, Fu Duoxi went to the outer wall of the house and picked up a bundle of firewood.A gust of cold wind blew by, and a layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

The spring is cold and the sun is still warm, but the shady place is very cold.She turned her face to look at a large piece of wasteland behind the broken hut, thinking that she would have to open up wasteland for farming tomorrow.

There is such a large open space in front of the house that you can build a fenced yard. Only with a yard can you feel like a home and have a sense of security.A sense of security living alone is a must.

At this time, there was a sudden bang and clang sound in the kitchen.

what's the situation?
Fu Duoxi quickly walked into the house with the firewood in his arms, and immediately saw the little fox with the lid on the pot by the stove.

"Little Fox?!"

Fudoxi didn't know whether she made this sound because she was surprised by the cute little fox that was only seen in anime, or because she thought that the chubby little fox that was stealing food was so upright that she forgot the next action. He stood still and looked at the little fox.

(End of this chapter)