Zhu Tian: The Fiery Years Begin with Taking Qin Huairu as a Concubine

Chapter 5 Scallion pancake

Qin Huairu continued to talk about the gossip in the village with a smile...

The women took their children and went out to hunt with sickles in order to get some food at noon.

Wild vegetables, snails, field mice, and even better if there is a small grass snake...

Who knows if there is anyone at home, so they might play the role of bandits and go to other people's homes to pull out a handful of young wheat.

This is the rural life nowadays, staying in the fields, it is very poetic!
It was night time, and it was said that there was a guard team organized by the village to guard with guns.

In name, the guard team is there to protect against wild boars, but in reality they are there to protect against people stealing wheat.

If they saw any movement underground, they would open fire immediately.

Fight first and then talk.

Even if a thief was beaten to death, he deserved it.

It's their credit.

They would even go to the thief's home and ask him to pay for the bullets and the body.

Troubled times.

Human life is as cheap as a dog!
Not as expensive as wheat.

After the wheat is harvested, corn should be planted immediately.

Now there are no chemical fertilizers or pesticides, and no high-yield seeds, but the wheat yield per mu is still very touching.

If the harvest is good and the crops are well planted, the yield per mu can reach 300 kilograms.

After paying all kinds of rent and taxes in a year, there will be hundreds of kilograms left to improve the family's food.

The corn harvest in the next season can produce up to 400 to 500 kilograms per mu, which is the staple food for the family.

For those who grow crops poorly, the wheat yield per mu is only more than 100 kilograms, and even part of the corn has to be given out as rent.

It is normal that farmers cannot even get enough to eat cornmeal porridge.

The countryside is very clean and tidy. There is no excrement or urine on the ground, and someone picks it up every day.

A typical farmer would hold his shit for miles, but he would still defecate in his own pit.

People who have been farming all their lives can hardly have a meal of noodles during the New Year or other festivals.

Qin Huairu chatted with him with a smile, talking about these things in the countryside.

Having lived in the countryside for so many years, she had long given up on this kind of life.

Zhang Kaiwu chatted with her about these rural matters, and he began to understand a little about her desire to marry into the city.

Very simple thing!

Use yourself to save others.

If Zhang Kaiwu had to live a life like this, where he had to plan even when he was pooping, he would rather die...

Fortunately, there is a system!
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Qin Huairu stuck her head out of the kitchen and looked again and again, then stealthily closed the broken door.

He drooled and said, "Brother Kaiwu, it's almost time, we can start!"

Zhang Kaiwu slipped and almost turned into a minotaur.

The kitchen was small to begin with and had no windows. Once she closed the door, it became very dark.

Qin Huairu sat in front of the stove and made a fire, the flames reflecting her red face.

With this decoration in the kitchen, it looks like a bridal chamber with red candles lit.

She looks so charming!
He calmed himself down and poured some more oil into the pot.

Qin Huairu opened her mouth in surprise and asked, "Brother Kaiwu, why are you still pouring oil?"

After looking at her little mouth, Zhang Kaiwu said in a muffled voice: "Nonsense! How can you make scallion pancakes without adding oil?"

Qin Huairu whispered, "You used oil to make the dough, but you don't have to use it."

"Besides, you can just drip a few drops with chopsticks. How can you pour it into the pot like you do?"

"How much oil does this take? Don't get diarrhea after eating it!"

He was too lazy to pay attention to her, otherwise he would not be able to control his brother.

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Zhang Kaiwu picked up a ball of corn flour, pulled it into a pancake shape and put it on the pot.

Then continue to stick it on the empty spaces until the pot is full.

The corn noodles sizzled in the oil, and the aroma of meat oil, chopped green onions, and sweet corn noodles wafted over the air.

It seems that my body has suffered too much. A simple cornmeal scallion pancake smells like a top-notch meal.

Qin Huairu, who was making the fire, was made even more disgusted by the aroma. Zhang Kaiwu noticed that she kept swallowing her saliva, and without further ado, she had diarrhea.

Zhang Kaiwu stirred it slowly and carefully, and soon made a pot of soup, which he shoveled into the dustpan beside him.

I picked up a piece of scallion pancake and put it in my mouth to taste it.

Sweet and crispy.

So delicious.

Put it in two or three bites, it feels so good!

What the hell is wild vegetable porridge?

This is what people eat.

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There was a gurgling sound of swallowing saliva next to her, and Qin Huairu asked, "Brother Kaiwu, how does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Giving her a puzzled look, he said, "It's okay. You'll know if you eat a piece. Why are you waiting for me to get it for you? Just do it yourself."

Zhang Kaiwu was busy pouring oil and sticking the pancakes on.

Qin Huairu carefully picked the largest piece and said, "Brother Kaiwu, can I take this one?"

I burst out laughing!

At this moment, he realized that he was overthinking.

Qin Huairu is not a white lotus, she is just a greedy girl.

Zhang Kaiwu was busy making pancakes and said casually, "Eat whatever you want. Why would I care about a few scallion pancakes?"

Qin Huairu took a careful bite and squinted her eyes to savor it.

Zhang Kaiwu's second pot was already ready, but she hadn't finished her scallion pancake yet.

He ate and pasted them at the same time, and soon he had swallowed seven or eight of them, which made him full.

Qin Huairu is really particular. If she says she will eat one, she will really only eat one.

After finishing the scallion pancake, she was still craving for it, but she didn't take it.

I used up all the corn flour in one go and made about a hundred scallion pancakes.

Ugh!
Seeing how greedy she looked, he stuffed two more scallion pancakes into her mouth.

Without further ado, he said, "Don't take it away or someone will see it. Just eat it here. I'll go put the food away."

Qin Huairu said quickly: "I had porridge in the morning. I'm full. You can save it for later."

Zhang Kaiwu said, "Eat if you're told to. Don't follow me. I'm going to hide the biscuits."

Ignored her.

He entered the house carrying a dustpan, then turned around and put the dustpan into the space.

He casually put away the bow and arrows and chest guard on the wall, put away the Hanyang-made rifle, and also put away the bullet belt.

He checked by the way and found that there were still twelve bullets in the belt.

There are five more rounds pressed inside the Hanyang rifle, which means there are a total of forty-seven bullets.

He was very rich indeed, but it was impossible for him to practice marksmanship.

Bullets are too expensive.

Since it was going to be placed in the space anyway, he might as well turn on the safety.

Pull the bolt to put the Hanyang rifle into firing position.

In this world, you can never be too careful.

If anyone is blind, don't blame him for taking the initiative.

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After a while, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Qin Huairu was still sitting in front of the stove, holding the scallion pancake in both hands, chewing it carefully.

I was afraid that the scallion pancake would fall off.

Like a giant hamster.

He smiled and gave her a pat on the head!

He said, "Eat quickly! I'll treat you to roast duck, big meat dumplings, and pork elbow in soy sauce some other day."

(End of this chapter)