Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 607 Returning (1)
Only He Liancheng and his group sat calmly and motionless, as if they hadn't heard anything, no wonder they were calm, they hadn't seen or eaten anything with Mu Xiang.

The old village chief was very satisfied with their performance, so he hurriedly called his daughter-in-law, and served the fish after cooking.

The method of this stinky fish is actually no different from the usual grilled fish, but after sprinkling with their unique spices, the smell is not to mention how exciting it is.

Even He Liancheng's brows raised slowly, it seemed that it didn't smell like stinky tofu, the smell was so strong, it was a real stink, and this stinky fish had a faint smell of sauce.

The old village head explained to them: "We pick a kind of miso every autumn, and we use jars half the height of a person to pickle it. When the sauce is used up, the sauce jar is used to pickle stinky fish. This is the case every year, every season. Sauce, a season of stinky fish, although the life is hard, but it is comfortable, no disputes, no troubles, harmonious and beautiful, the days are in the sunrise and sunset, slowly passing by."

Although what he said was good, Mu Xiang still agrees with He Liancheng's point of view, "Old village chief, if your village wants to keep safe forever, you must strengthen your own strength. Men must learn to use swords and kung fu, It can be used for self-defense and thieves. As for this house, although it is convenient to move back and forth, you still need a stable home. I guess, people here will definitely not burn bricks and tiles. In fact, brick and tile houses are the strongest. You build the house on a slightly higher place, build a high dam around the village in summer, or build a dyke around this river beach, so that you can prevent the flood from rushing into the village.”

Xu'er's parents have been listening silently not far away, turning over grilled fish from time to time.

"This one is fine too, ma'am, let me try it for you," Xu'er's father was also a simple and honest man, he put a fish that was grilled to a golden brown on a plate, brought it over, and handed it to Mu Xiang.

After delivering the food, he didn't want to leave, he hesitated and said: "I don't dare to think about anything else, the only thing is, I want Xu'er to learn how to read, no one in our village can read, every time I go back to change things outside, those cunning businessmen , I like to skip our scales, how many catties and taels are written on the scales, it knows me, I don’t know it, the shopkeeper knows that we are illiterate, and he doesn’t know how much we have taken advantage of.”

The old village chief couldn't hear such words, "Son, don't argue with others about winning or losing. You have to forgive others and forgive others. Our fish are all caught by ourselves. It doesn't matter if you lose money and take advantage of it. These are not important."

Xu'er's father was actually a little unconvinced. After all, he was young and his mind was incomparable to that of the old village chief.

"His father, stop talking," Xu Erniang glared at him, not letting him continue.

Mu Xiang looked at the expressions of other people in the village, and couldn't stop laughing, "Literacy is not a bad thing, teaching children to read is what many elders expect most, although this is something in your village, But you saved our lives, let me put it this way, if you can sell the pickled stinky fish in your village, it will definitely be popular. I can also help you sell the stinky fish. Come out, as long as you need it, you can change it, what do you think?"

The old village chief was almost listless, but he suddenly regained his energy, "Is this lady going to buy our stinky fish? Or all of them?"

Mu Xiang smiled and said: "Naturally, everything is necessary. In this way, you can set the days in a year, and decide when to trade according to the climate on the Nu River. As for the place of the trade, you can also choose, on the river, Or in the market by the Nu River, but there is one thing, no matter who asks you for it in the future, you can’t sell it to others, and I will give you an appropriate price, so you won’t suffer.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the villagers on the long table stopped eating and looked straight at her.

In fact, from the heart, they don't want their life to get worse. Although they are content and satisfied with the status quo, they don't reject living a better life. This is human nature.

"Mother, what is literacy," Xu'er asked in a childish voice.

When he asked this question, the old village head was full of tears.Children's nature also has the desire to seek knowledge, and they are also older and more eager for fresh knowledge.

The old village chief took a sharp puff of cigarette, and finally nodded, "I am old, and I can't keep up with young people's ideas in many things. From now on, the affairs of this village should be left to young people to manage. You can discuss it. !"

He is indeed old, and his thinking is still the old routine of 100 years ago, which cannot keep up with the current development form.

Seeing that he finally let go, the villagers didn't show anything on the surface, but they were still looking forward to it in their hearts.

"Xu'er, come here," Mu Xiang beckoned to Xu'er, holding a piece of burnt wooden stick, and gestured on the ground, "Xu'er, look, these are numbers, used for counting, and they are also the simplest. I draw Here, if you want to learn, just read it like this, okay?"

Xu'er nestled at her feet, staring at the writing on the ground intently, "How much is this?"

"From one to ten, look, it's like this," Mu Xiang took out a wooden stick, followed the numbers, and placed the corresponding amount, "From ten to upwards, just add one, when you get used to it These, I will teach you addition and subtraction tomorrow, okay?"

Xu'er looked at it seriously. Although she was only four or five years old, she had a strong desire for knowledge.

The other children in the village also gathered around one after another, chirping and studying the numbers drawn on the ground.

An Pingyu may have thought of something, and suggested: "The people around me can also read and write simple numbers. If you don't mind, you can ask him to stay with you."

He recruited a person standing behind him, a man who looked like a servant, with a thin body, he was not the type of martial arts practitioner at first glance.

"How embarrassing, you have helped us so much, we can't repay you," Xu'er's father was grateful and didn't know what to do.

An Pingyu smiled lightly and said: "Your village saved our lives. We are the ones who can't repay this kindness. I am Yan Guoping Yaohou. I will let someone leave your address for you. If you need me in the future place, just bring this token and go to my house to find me!"

The people of Jiuwan Village never imagined that the person they saved would save the lives of the whole village in the future.Whoever called these people is one of the best figures in the Three Kingdoms.

(End of this chapter)