Water Margin farming to become powerful

Chapter 131 Talking about eating and drinking, Xiao Yuchi shocked my brother-in-law
Sun Xin went in to wash his hands, and when he came out, it was time for lunch. Hu Cheng sat on the table and watched several dealers bring up pots of food.

A pot of oily braised pork, a large pot of delicious tofu soup with dried clams, a pot of fried chicken, a duck, and a fish that was killed for fish soup.

Seeing that the table was covered with dishes, Hu Cheng couldn't help being surprised. It's okay to say that there is no such thing as chicken and duck in the refrigerator these days, but pork and tofu have to go to great lengths to get it: "Today's meal is also It's too rich, my brother-in-law doesn't need to spend so much.

Hu Sanniang hugged the child to eat, she smiled slightly and did not speak, but Hu Chen, who had stayed in the Sun Family Manor for several months, snapped up and said, "Your brother-in-law's family eats like this every day."

Hu Cheng's eyes widened: "Eat like this every day? I'm afraid that the grand master in the court would not be treated like this?"

On the other hand, Sun Xin said with a smile: "The fish is not bad today, why don't we drink some brother?"

He asked the farmer to get the wine, and after a while Hu Cheng saw Sun Xin's farmer bring up a jar of wine with Sun Ji's red seal on it.

"Is this the best white bar in your Sun's diary? No need, brother-in-law, your wine is really expensive. According to Sun's diary, it costs a tael of silver per bottle. Let's just have a light meal and don't need it."

Sun Xin usually likes to drink two cups, but he just tasted it. Now that he has someone to accompany him, he wants to drink it even more, so he opened the mud seal and smiled at Hu Cheng: "This wine is brewed by ourselves in the village, and it is sold outside. It's expensive at home but it doesn't have this price, if brother hates it, he can ask someone to take the two jars with him when he returns."

"Ah?" Sun Ji finally understood in his heart that his brother-in-law lived quite extravagantly.

At that meal, Sun Ji was full of fat and meat. Before leaving, he actually took two bottles of wine and prepared to go back to Dulonggang to enjoy it with Hu Taigong. When I left Sister Gu, I secretly thought The chicken, duck, fish, and white wine sold today, I suddenly felt that the last time I came to the Zhuang Hakka, I could carefully send two buckets of rice as a meeting gift.

The "seven-finger-thick" "flower cake like bad fat" that people loved to eat in those days, Cao Shun could still do it in the next two years, but now the outside of the belly is short of oil and water, and it feels too greasy to eat.

Hu Sanniang shook her head: "Yes, I seem to see your sister-in-law busy in the kitchen this morning, but you came out when you had dinner, maybe you were steamed."

Hu Sanniang quickly ran over and pinched a piece with her sharp fingers and put it out of her mouth.

Looking at his brother-in-law Hu Cheng pouring wine for himself, he thought that the glass was not half a bunch of money, Sun Ji was afraid that Hu Cheng would be a little bit out of his mind.

The farmer asked: "Does their family have steamed jujube cake today?"

The amount of meat eaten by Zhuang Ke’s family can surpass that of other households. The butcher has known the Zhuang Ke for a long time. At this moment, he said with a smile: “I knew that Xiaoguan people would come, so I stayed here first.”

"He was too dizzy that day."

As a small landlord with thousands of acres of fertile land, Zhuang Hakka’s jujube cakes are very willing to put honey, and you can smell the sweet and greasy taste as soon as you open the steamer.

After lunch, the farmer took another Hu Cheng out to the next village to watch the slaughter of pigs.

The two horses came to Wangjia Village next door. The butcher had just slaughtered a pig, and the pig's blood hadn't coagulated before seeing the farmer come.

The farmer couldn't help but feel his index finger twitch when he smelled the fragrant jujube cake. He ate a few pieces by himself, and filled a bowl with a small porcelain bowl before taking it to Sun's family.

You took a deep look at Zhuang Ke, and whispered to yourself in a woman's voice: "If I get dizzy, I will fall into trouble anyway."

The farmer took a look at this pair of pig soup, and saw that the small intestine and powder sausage were both wrong, so he asked the butcher to cut up the big monkey in his hand, picked another pair of bad pig liver, and asked me to take the flower. The intestines were also cut up, and then I asked the butcher whether the ribs had been damaged.

On the Qingming Festival, Sunjiazhuang got up early in the morning and invited several women in the courtyard to make jujube cakes, and specially cooked beef rice made from wild vegetables and bean cakes.

It is said that these unlawful thieves at the foot of the mountain sip wine and eat small pieces of meat, thinking that it is a good thing. This is because they have seen their son-in-law, that man eats even small pieces of meat, I actually prefer ribs.

The butcher handed the knife to the big monkey in his hand, and told him to prepare a fresh little lotus leaf.

The bad thing is that it is difficult to eat meat once. Who wants to buy the dirty and smelly Shangshui, of course they will pick this bad meat, and generally hate fat meat, because they are short of protein.

When the farmer got up, he thought the jujube cake was fresh and steamed. Sun Jiazhuang took the butcher in the village to eat beef, and the farmer sat behind the table to eat the jujube cake while it was cold.

Back then, it was far less convenient than in the previous life to buy some meat. My eldest sister Gu had 800 people butchering pigs every day, so when there was a shortage of meat outside the Zhuang Hakka’s house, I had to inquire about it. I didn’t have time. Cao Shun Will go and see for myself.

I even raised myself outside my house for a few days, and now you only eat small pieces of meat, and I hate eating ribs soup with my son and son-in-law.

I hastily smiled and said:
That thing was sold extremely expensive in the previous life, but someone wanted it back then.

In those days, if you wanted to eat fresh meat, you could only run around like that. Otherwise, you could only eat salted fish and cured meat outside your home on weekdays.

Even if I was born into a very wealthy family, I can't see such a small amount of meat outside the house until I was old. This must be the scene when my elders entertained the master.

The mother-in-law, Hu Chen, was taking care of the child, and when she saw that scene, she secretly sucked her teeth.

It was too extravagant to live that day.

Cao Shun said, "Didn't you keep some meat for you?"

"It's still the steamed cake from his family, it's so sweet. This year's jujube cake is the sweetest you've ever tasted."

As soon as I said hello, the two apprentices came down with a small basin, and a bunch of broken pigs were cleaned up, with some good meat.

The butcher asked the master to ask for a scale. Cao Shun gave the money and asked Hu Cheng to wrap the meat and put it on the horse's back. Then he went to the village to ask the price of the live carp.

After some tidying up, I bought [-] catties of meat.

It is a custom in Dengzhou during the Ching Ming Festival. According to the rules on that day, the animals outside the home can be driven to work. The head of the house has to cook for them specially, which means to thank the little animals for their hard work for a year. .

After going out for a walk, I bought back tens of catties of meat, and put it in the courtyard, covering a large table.

The farmer put the jujube cake under the table and asked Hu Sanniang and two Hu Chengs to come and eat it.

It was because he was afraid of Cao Shun's reasoning, but Sun Ji had the face to say it if he saw how rich the family was, and gave him such a gift.

"Sun Xiaoguan is here."

Hu Sanniang smiled and said, "Then you also ate it?"

Cao Shun walked out of Sun Xin's shop with the jujube cake in his hand, and Hu Sanniang, who directed Hu Cheng to close the door, came over and said, "What is so fragrant?"

The butcher hadn't left a spare rib for the farmer, and that was something that some people wanted in those days. The meat was scarce, and the poor family had the spirit to cook some spare rib soup.

(End of this chapter)