Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1440 Are You Really a Fool

After Tian Ermiao returned, she went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen is simple and dilapidated, and a mud-filled stove has been blackened by smoke.

There is a table next to it with bowls and chopsticks, and a steamed bun.

Under the table was a copper-colored jar. Tian Ermiao opened it and saw that there was half a jar of rice in it. As for vegetables and meat, Tian Ermiao didn't see it, only a jar of pickled vegetables hanging in the air.

Tian Ermiao shook her head, this is not even as good as the poor mountain villages in the secular world.

He swished the bowls and pans that hadn't been swished in the morning.

When scooping out a bowl of rice and washing the rice, Tian Ermiao noticed something strange.

This rice is no ordinary rice at all.

Although he can't use his spiritual sense now, the rice in his hand holds a lot of weight.

Tian Ermiao thought about how he looked like in the morning, and he looked outside, "This town is full of strange things."

A bowl of rice was put into the pot, and Tian Ermiao started cooking.

He thought about the town as he added firewood to the stove.

He hasn't really understood the town yet, but since last night, it's full of weirdness everywhere.

In a small town in the desert, the land is unimaginably hard, and the hoe, Tian Ermiao thinks it must be something beyond a spiritual weapon.

It’s nothing more than a small town in the desert, but there is even a river. The key is that the river is almost rising to the bank, which is totally unreasonable.

Where does the river flow?

Even more unreasonable is the iron chain.

The iron chain is really cold under the sun, and it is so heavy, so how long is the iron chain?

Where is the other end of the chain at the bottom of the river?
"Every time I pull it out a little, what I hear is not the rattling sound of the iron chain, but the sound of... bones rubbing against each other."

Tian Ermiao narrowed her eyes.

Gong Xiong's physical strength was beyond his imagination.

You know, Tian Ermiao has gone through several thunder disasters, and Wu Chen's nutrient solution has laid a solid foundation for his physical body to reach this level.

And that brocade-clothed man, Song Tianxing.

Song Tianxing is very much like the second ancestor who has nothing to do in the secular world.

However, Wu Chen would not underestimate him at all.

Song Tianxing's thin body was an illusion.

Even if Song Tianxing's physical strength was not as strong as Gong Xiong's, it would not be much worse.

Tian Ermiao thought about taking some time to take a walk around the town.

Suddenly, he felt someone coming in, and he looked up. It was the owner, the old man, whom Song Tianxing called Mr. Wen.

The old man was full of anger at this time.

Tian Ermiao was a little puzzled, and then he became a little annoyed.

"It's true that you saved me, but don't think you can lose your temper with me at will." Tian Ermiao said.

"Do you think I shouldn't lose my temper with you?"

Mr. Wen scolded.

"Why?" Tian Ermiao frowned.

Compared to frowning, Tian Ermiao is no match for the old man. After all, the old man is an old man, and the wrinkles on his forehead are deeper than his frowning. The old man pointed, "Look for yourself!"

Tian Ermiao first smelled a scent of rice, and he opened his mouth and said, "I'm making rice..."

Tian Ermiao shut up with a surprised expression.

Because the lid of the pot has been pushed open by the rice.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Tian Ermiao had just put a bowl of rice, and the rice was half an arm's height above the stove.

Grains of crystal clear rice.

It looks very appetizing.

"How much rice did you put?" the old man said angrily.

"A bowl, I promise it's a bowl or a small bowl." Tian Ermiao said.

"You don't think there are many, do you?" Mr. Wen stared.

"A lot?"

There are too many facts, but Tian Ermiao can't understand.

Mr. Wen said: "Do you know how much rice I put in the pot of porridge in the morning?"

"How much?" Tian Ermiao asked subconsciously.

Mr. Wen held out both hands.

Seeing Tian Ermiao blinking, Mr. Wen shouted, "Ten grains of rice!"

"Ten grains..."

In the morning, it is said to be porridge, but it is not so thin. It is almost porridge. Is it made of ten grains of rice?

Looking at the rice still growing upwards, Tian Ermiao felt relieved.

However, the question in his mind was even more serious.

"Remember in the future, make more than fifty grains of rice, which is enough for the two of us to eat."

The old man shook his sleeves and left. When he reached the door, he said again: "From today on, you can eat rice every day until you finish eating the rice."

Tian Ermiao asked a rather silly question, "Wouldn't it be whizzing?"

Sure enough, the old man turned his head and looked at Tian Ermiao like a fool.

Tian Ermiao rubbed his nose, he stood up, picked up a bowl full of it, and just as he was about to eat with chopsticks, he thought of the scene in the morning.

After thinking about it, Tian Ermiao picked up another bowl, which was half the size of the bowl in his hand, and it was also full.

Then, he walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice.

Mr. Wen is smoking a dry pipe in the yard.

"No." Tian Ermiao handed the big bowl to Mr. Wen.

The old man glanced at Tian Ermiao, knocked the pipe and pot on the ground, took the bowl, took a mouthful, and said, "You've learned to be smart."

Tian Ermiao squatted on one side, eating with her head down.

Mr. Wen put down the bowl, went to the kitchen to fetch a small plate of pickled vegetables, and placed it between the two of them.

Tian Ermiao crunched Mr. Wen's pickled vegetables, and he also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, Tian Ermiao's eyes widened.

The pickles are very crispy and have a good taste. They are especially suitable for eating. The key is that when the pickles enter the stomach, they will turn into breath, and the breath will travel all over the body.

This pickle can actually strengthen the body!

Seeing Tian Ermiao's surprise, Mr. Wen was not surprised at all.

He said: "Based on your current amount, you can have at most two bowls per meal. I'm talking about the bowl in your hand. For pickled vegetables, one meal is enough."

Tian Ermiao secretly wrote it down.

After finishing one bowl, Tian Ermiao went to fill the second bowl. When he came back, the old man had already finished eating, so the bowl was put aside, and he was smoking the dry pipe.

Tian Ermiao hesitated.

The old man said: "Eat, I'm not hungry."

Tian Ermiao just started eating.

After finishing the meal, Tian Ermiao finished the bowl, looking at the big pot with Lao Gao's rice, wondering how long it would take.

When he came out, the old man said, "I don't raise people in vain. During this time, you are digging in the backyard."

Tian Ermiao nodded, because he is not a free eater either.

After a short rest, he went to the backyard.

He picked up the hoe and looked at it carefully, but he didn't see anything extraordinary.

boom!
A hoe fell on the ground, a scene similar to last night.

Under the sun, he was sweating profusely.

There was a tree on the north wall of the backyard. Tian Ermiao didn't know what kind of tree it was, but the leaves were lush, covering a lot of shade.

Hey!
A voice came from outside the north courtyard wall. Tian Ermiao turned his head to look and saw a person squatting on the wall.

The squatting person was not Song Tianxing, but a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old. The little boy was bald around his head, and only had hair on the top of his head, which was also tied into a sky braid.

The little boy looked at Tian Ermiao with a smile, "Are you really a fool?"

(End of this chapter)