The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 87: Road Rain (1)
Traveling in a horse-drawn carriage is actually a very boring thing.But if you think about it, for those who walk on foot, how happy it is to be able to ride in a carriage.

Extremely bored, Qing Shu started eating melon seeds with women and children.Most of the men don't drink, and one or two do, but they are worried that if they drink, they will get thirsty and affect their schedule, so they give up.So, the women walking with their heads buried in the carriage, and Yuan Bao and Wu Xiaoshan who were bored sitting next to the coachman also joined the ranks of women, eating melon seeds leisurely along the way.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon. Mr. Yan at the front sent someone to send a message that everyone got off the official road and could go to the woods on the left to rest.

In the woods, Zhou Boyan's caravan is on the left, and Qingshu's team is on the right.Zhou Boyan's caravan was gnawing dry food, feeding horses and drinking horses; Qingshu's team included those setting up pots and stoves, some picking dry branches, some fetching water from the stream, some washing rice, some feeding horses and drinking cattle... ...very busy.

Crackling, the fire started, and most of the water was poured into the big iron pot.Xu Sanniang put three bowls of washed white rice and one bowl of red beans into the pot, covered the lid, and squatted aside to add firewood to the pot from time to time.The little girl stood beside Xu Sanniang, holding a fan and fanning Xu Sanniang non-stop, which made Xu Sanniang smile.

Qingshu and Xu Wuniang got together, guarding a bowl of red dates, and were pitting them.

Yuan Bao and Wu Xiaoshan picked up the dry branches and put them down, and continued to pick them up.

Xiaoyu Xiaojuan and the other two women were not idle either. They prepared bowls and chopsticks for more than 40 people and a hundred multigrain noodles bought from the inn where they stayed in the morning.

The strong men who were on their way on foot sat in the shade of the trees to rest and enjoy the cool air.

After a while, the water in the pot boiled. Xu Sanniang lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it with a big spoon, covered it, and continued to add firewood. Among them, there is also a bowl of pitted red dates handed over by Xu Wuniang, and continue to add to the fire.

The smell of porridge soon filled the woods, making the stomachs of the hungry men growl even more joyously.

The people on the caravan side looked at them from time to time, thinking in their hearts: It's not a march to fight a war, but they still carry pots and bowls when they go out, and they still have to cook.However, isn't it just boiled rice porridge, why does it smell so delicious!
At this time, Xu Sanniang had turned off the fire, took off the lid of the pot to cool for a while, then filled out four bowls of thick and thin porridge in a white porcelain bowl, and let Ding's sister, Xiaoyu and Xiaojuan take it away.Then she took a big spoon and yelled, "Mother Su, Manager Wu, let everyone bring their own bowls to serve porridge."

Soon, the men came over each with a large coarse porcelain bowl in their hands, and lined up to eat porridge.He took the finished product home, squatted under the shade of a tree, and ate the porridge with one hand and the miscellaneous grains with the other.

The women are the last to serve. They must first ensure that each of the men gets a bowl. If there is any leftover, they will share it.In the end, Xu Sanniang divided the leftovers in the pot equally. Fortunately, the women and children each filled half a bowl.

I want to ask Xu Sanniang why she served four bowls for the three masters, because the young master said that he wanted to serve one bowl to his elder brother Yan.

Zhou Boyan looked at the strangely colored porridge that his entourage took from Gu Yuanbao, and asked without shame, "What do you use to cook it?"

Qingyang puffed out her small chest, "White rice, yellow rice, beans and red dates, my sister said, porridge should be cooked in different ways, eating it is good for your health."

Zhou Boyan smiled faintly, "Hurry up and go back to eat, and we can go on our way after eating."

Qingyang agreed, and quickly stuffed something in Zhou Boyan's hand into Zhou Boyan's hand, and when he turned around and ran away, he said clearly that it was delicious jerky.

Zhou Boyan looked down at the object in his hand, it was a strip long like an adult's finger, dark red to black in color, very hard.He put it to his mouth and took a bite leisurely, raising his eyebrows, it was not easy to bite.

I saw Qingyang who ran away came back again, holding a piece of so-called jerky in his hand, "Brother, if you want to eat like this, bite down bit by bit along the stubble." He gestured and felt himself He couldn't tell clearly, so he ate it for his brother Yan.

Zhou Boyan laughed, and followed his example, biting off the thin shreds of meat.

Qingyang felt relieved, turned around and ran away again.

Zhou Boyan was patient, he chewed a piece of jerky slowly and ate it slowly, ignored the person standing beside him swallowing his saliva, picked up the handkerchief to wipe off a little oil on his hands, Only then did he pick up the bowl, picked up the spoon in the porridge bowl, and stirred it curiously.

He came over with a young and childish face, "Young master, let the little one taste it for you, the bad stomach is also small, so I won't let the young master suffer." He was the young knight who rode out ten miles to meet people yesterday. Gu Shitou.

Zhou Boyan turned a blind eye to Gu Shitou who was approaching, and quickly finished a bowl of hot porridge with graceful movements, and finally handed the bowl out, "It's cleaned, return it."

Gu Shitou took the bowl and walked away muttering. "Stingy, don't give a single bite to stones. Young Master Gu cooks porridge for his servants to eat, and the young master knows how to let people eat dry food. You are stingy..."

On the Gu family's side, after lunch, everyone worked together, quickly cleaned the pots and bowls, loaded them into the carriage, and disposed of the ashes on the ground properly, rested for a quarter of an hour to digest food, and then set off.

In the afternoon four days later, between Weishi and Shenshi, the wind blew up and brought coolness, and dark clouds floated from the sky, covering half of the sun.

Wu Tongtou looked at the sky, stopped quickly, told the female family members to stay in the car, and yelled at the strong men to put their baskets and burdens on the carts that they took turns to rest on weekdays, and then got out of the carts He took off the three large oilcloths prepared before departure, and quickly and unhurriedly covered the two carriages and an ox cart full of goods, and fastened the four corners properly to ensure that these belongings were not exposed to rain.

The three coachmen, Zhang Da, Li Dalang and Cai Tieniu, were not idle either, and lowered the rain curtains of their respective carriages.Originally, the small windows on the left and right walls of the car were hung with gauze curtains, and the curtains on the compartment doors were also light and transparent. Now that the rain curtains were put down in these places, the interior of the car immediately became dark.

Sure enough, Wu Tong yelled, "The chariots and horses are running, everyone is running, there is a village only one or two miles ahead, everyone has to rush to the village to find a farmhouse to shelter from the rain when it rains."

Hurrah, a group of people ran up.The village can be seen from above, and the dark clouds are rapidly engulfing the bright colors of the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roads in the country are very bumpy, but there is no way to do it. It is better than everyone being rained for a while.

There were not a few people running in the fields carrying agricultural tools. Wu Langtou caught up with the two men and asked as he ran, "Brother, I don't know which house in your village has a bigger courtyard and a spare room?"

A square-faced man in his early twenties slowed down when he heard the words, "Why do you ask this?"

Wu Tong pointed behind him, "It's raining on the road, and our group wants to find a place to shelter from the rain. Depending on the weather, we may have to stay for another night."

(End of this chapter)