Chapter 3

The next morning, just after dawn, Yu Qingze heard grandpa Chang and Chang Hao get up. He quickly got up.

"Wake you up? It's still early. Go back to sleep. " Grandpa Chang saw him get up and said quickly.

The master's house got up. Yu Qingze didn't mean to continue to lie down.

He slept in a small bed last night. He was really embarrassed to let his parents and grandchildren squeeze the small bed again. The small bed was only a bench wide, and it looked about a meter wide. I didn't know how the two masters and grandchildren crowded in his coma.

In fact, he didn't sleep well last night. First, the environment was strange. He had just arrived in this world, his world outlook was impacted, and his mind was full of thoughts. He didn't know whether he was asleep or half awake; Second, it's too hot. The bed curtain is not a gauze curtain. It's not very airy. There's a mosquito. It's buzzing. I don't know where it is. It's very noisy.

It's Midsummer now. It's strange that he can sleep well in this ancient time without air conditioner and fan.

Knowing that Grandpa Chang was going to cut grass in the field, he volunteered to help.

Grandpa Chang glanced at his feet and said, "no, take care of the injury first. If you want to help, let's help Xiao Hao dry the millet." Afraid that Yu Qingze felt uncomfortable, Grandpa Chang picked up something that didn't take much effort and said.

"... OK." The working hours in the morning were short and he knew that his legs and feet were inconvenient. When he moved to the field, it was estimated that Changle and they should come back again. It didn't work, so he agreed.

When he went out, Changle had spread all the straw mats for drying the millet, and poured all the millet to be dried onto the straw mats, with a pile on each straw mat.

Then he told Chang Hao that he was watching the fire and cooking porridge in the kitchen, so he went out with Grandpa Chang with two huge buckets.

"Xiao Hao, does your brother pick out barreled millet? Isn't there a basket? " The wooden bucket is as big as the bucket that Grandpa gave him a bath when he was a child. The net weight of the two solid wooden buckets alone is estimated to be twenty or thirty kilograms. How much is it to fill it with millet?

Chang Hao yawned and brought out a basin of water. He put it beside the stone at the kitchen door and replied, "no, it's a bucket. My brother will pick up the water when he comes back."

"... oh. That barrel is so big. " How heavy! Yu Qingze sighed again.

"Well, it's a special taxi. You can fill the water tank once. My brother thinks that the ordinary bucket is too small and too little. It's troublesome to go back and forth. "

Yu Qingze:... What a powerful reason!

"Your brother is so powerful!" Yu Qingze sincerely praised, so thin, but so energetic!

Chang Hao is a big brother. He proudly introduces Yu Qingze to his brother's' great achievements', "well, my brother may have done it. Those men are not as capable as my brother! My brother can carry the big tree that none of them can lift! "

Yu Qingze: "... That's great!"

When his brother was praised, Chang Hao turned happily and took out cloth towels and willow strips from the kitchen, which Chang Le had prepared in advance.

"Brother Yu, in fact, you can sleep for a while. You don't have to get up so early. My brother and grandpa won't come back for breakfast until the sun comes out. " With that, Chang Hao took a willow strip and handed it to Yu Qingze. He took one and stuffed it into his mouth. He bit a few times to peel off the skin, revealing the willow fiber inside, and then brushed his teeth.

"It's all right. I usually get up early." Yu Qingze was worried about how to brush his teeth. Seeing Chang Hao's action, he suddenly became enlightened.

If I hadn't seen it, Yu Qingze really didn't know how to brush his teeth in ancient times. He was a little novel. He brushed his teeth with willow strips, just like Chang Hao. Some willows have a unique taste of green and astringent vegetation, which is not bad.

After washing. Yu Qingze asked Chang Hao to concentrate on the fire. He took a drying rake to pick up the millet on the four straw mats and dry them. He also hung out the grass scraps with a straw rake.

He did these jobs at his grandfather's house when he was a child, and he still knew it. Hang the grass scraps roughly once, and then hang them carefully when they are slightly dried. Finally, when they are dried, use the wind grain truck to blow out the chaff, and the rest is full grains.

After drying the millet, Yu Qingze went into the kitchen. The porridge has been cooked and is being cooled in cold water. Chang Hao is cleaning the soaked dried radish.

"Is this what you want to do in the morning?" Yu Qingze asked.

Chang Hao nodded, "well, I'm not very good at cooking. It's not delicious. Wash it first. When my brother comes back, I can do it directly."

Yu Qingze said, "I'll come."

Chang Hao brightened his eyes and looked at Yu Qingze. "Can you cook?"

Yu Qingze nodded, "yes." Don't be too good. I used to be a chef. I eat here.

Chang Hao was very happy and said, "brother Yu, please do it. I'll light a fire and eat it when Grandpa and my brother come back."

They hit it off.

Yu Qingze observed that the condiments on the case were only oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. Next to the chopping board, there are several peppers, four cucumbers, and a dung dustpan of sweet potato vines in the corner. They are still very fresh. Changle should have just got them back in the morning.

He was stunned. Early in the morning, he beat the pig grass, picked the vegetables, made a fire, boiled the porridge, spread the straw mat and poured the millet. After doing so many things, he didn't know how early Changle got up.

What a diligent boy.

After consulting Chang Hao, I learned that their taste was spicy. I also saw a jar of chopped pepper under the table. Yu Qingze took two cucumbers and made a snap of cucumbers neatly with a little chopped pepper inside. Then he went to the dung dustpan to pick a handful of fresh and tender sweet potato leaves, remove the leaves and leave only the stem.

Chang Hao looked at him and soon got a cold cucumber. He quickly cut the sweet potato stem and chopped the dried radish into a bowl. Just looking at his knife work, it was very convincing. However, Chang Hao looked at the sweet potato stem and his expression was a little complicated.

"What's the matter?" Yu Qingze found that the expression on the little boy's face was very thought-provoking, so he asked.

Chang Hao wiped his face, shook his head and said, "nothing. Go on."

They usually feed sweet potato vines to pigs. They cook them when they are short of food. A while ago, they often ate sweet potato leaves. They were not delicious. They were similar to pig food, but he didn't say it.

In fact, dried radish is not delicious. When there is no fresh food in the garden, his family often eats it. The little boy is physically disgusted with dried radish and sweet potato leaves. Oh, there is loofah. It's soft. It doesn't chew at all. It tastes light.

But he is very sensible and consciously has no qualification to complain. He never says that he eats whatever his brother does, which is very easy to feed.

But soon, when the sweet potato stem was fried, he couldn't speak. I'm glad he didn't speak just now, otherwise his face would be swollen.

Holding the idea of giving Yu Qingze face, the little boy took a sweet potato stem and tried it. He was stunned and couldn't believe it. He quickly took another big chopstick and put it into his mouth.

"Wow, brother Yu! Eat well! " Chang Hao's eyes were bright, as if he had found a rare treasure.

Obviously, he watched elder brother Yu cook all the way. He put oil, salt and a little chopped pepper. The fried taste was very good. He couldn't find any shadow of pig food!

Super delicious!

Obviously I hate to eat, but now I can't wait to swallow my tongue!

Yu Qingze smiled and said, "nothing. Just like it. Don't eat it all, save some for grandpa and your brother. "

They are all home-made dishes with limited conditions. They can't show his extraordinary cooking skills at all - Chef Yu said it's nothing at all.

"Well, I'll have another bite." Chang Hao took another bite, which made him put down his chopsticks and urged: "brother Yu, you eat well. Grandpa and my brother must like it too! Come on, cook the dried radish. "

It's no use chopping hot peppers when the radish is dried. I cut a green pepper and fried it together. When fried, Chang Hao took a bite and gave Yu Qingze a thumbs up.

"Better than my brother!"

Yu Qingze laughed: "your brother should be sad when he hears it."

Chang Hao looked out nervously. Seeing no one, he turned his index finger to his lips, hissed and said, "don't tell my brother. In fact, my brother's cooking is good. You don't know. My uncle's cooking is terrible. It doesn't taste at all. It's like pig food. " His face is full of dislike and is not hidden at all.

Yu Qingze smiled and took advantage of this opportunity to ask Chang Hao about their daily diet. He learned that most of the dishes here are cooked and fried. Big dishes are usually stewed. The cooking method is relatively simple and the eating method is very simple.

As soon as Yu Qingze's eyes brightened, there was a lot to do!

After only eating once, Yu Qingze knew the cooking level of Changle. No wonder Chang Hao reacted so much to these three very simple home dishes.

Soon, the sun came out, and Changle came back with his grandfather carrying a large load of water. I was surprised to see the three bowls of dishes on the table.

And, not surprisingly, breakfast was warmly welcomed by them.

"I didn't expect you to cook so well!" Grandpa Chang praised without stinginess and added a bowl of porridge.

Yu Qingze replied with a smile, "what I used to do is just to your taste." Chef, old business, if it's not good, you'll starve to death.

At first, Changle was a little embarrassed to let Yu Qingze cook, but after eating his dishes, it became very embarrassed.

A man's cooking level is so much better than himself! I'm a brother!

A sense of War called not admitting defeat has quietly taken root in Changle's body.

The result of good cooking is that the porridge is finished, the dishes are swept away, and even the salty dried radish is finished. Then, the whole family eats smoothly.

Chang Le looked at the empty pots and bowls, and his mood was very complicated. Ming Ming used to have half of the porridge left every morning. Now it's gone! In the past, a bowl of dried radish had to be eaten for two days. It was also dried, finished and finished!

Even Grandpa, who has always had a bad appetite, drank an extra bowl!

And looking at the expressions of Grandpa and little brother, I'm more satisfied than eating Xinhe rice last night!

He was hearty. Although he was very happy that his grandfather and brother had eaten delicious food, he was still hearty, and realized once again the deficiency of his cooking and the importance of good cooking!

If you want grandpa and brother to be full and eat well in the future, you must strive to improve your cooking skills!

Therefore, when Yu Qingze cooked again later, he found that Changle often secretly watched how he cooked while burning the fire. He thought he secretly stole the teacher, but he didn't realize that his little eyes had already been captured by Yu Qingze.

It's also very cola.

After breakfast, Chang Hao consciously went to wash the dishes and Chang Le went to feed the pigs.

Grandpa Chang took out a cigarette pole, put on the cut tobacco and sat under the eaves. While enjoying the smoke after dinner, he took out the herbs dug up in the mountain yesterday. He picked up several plants, washed them and dried the water. Then he pinched them, threw them into the tampering pot and began to pound them.

The herbal medicine was given to Yu Qingze. He took it and chatted with Grandpa Chang while pounding it.

After grandpa Chang finished smoking, Yu Qingze also tamped it. With Grandpa Chang's help, he changed the medicine.

"Well, I'm recovering well. I'll be fine in two days. Young people have good health. " Grandpa Chang checked his ankle and wrapped the new medicine again.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Yu Qingze thanked and said, "I often exercise. I seldom got sick before."

Yu Qingze also served as a soldier for two years before learning to cook. He fought in the army for two years. After he retired from the army, he has always maintained some habits in the army. He has to get up early every day to exercise, run and punch, and his physical quality is strong.

Grandpa Chang took a surprised look at Yu Qingze. Rural people don't specifically exercise. Doing farm work every day is exercise. But he soon smiled and said, "good exercise! Wanjin can't buy good health! "

Yu Qingze thought so deeply and said sadly, "yes, my grandfather is in poor health. He suffered a lot in his old age."

Thinking of Grandpa, Yu Qingze was a little depressed. His grandfather died when he was 16. He died of heart disease and advanced lung cancer. He was skinny when he left. It is precisely because of my grandfather that Yu Qingze paid special attention to exercise and was in good health until his death in a previous life.

Hearing the speech, Grandpa Chang sighed and comforted him to be more open-minded.

Over there, Changle fed pigs and chickens, and Changhao also finished washing dishes and chopsticks.

Because of the need to dry the grain these days, several chickens in the family are locked up in cages and are clamoring to go out for a breeze. Changle got a handful of sweet potato leaves and dried grain, threw them in, added water to an empty bowl, and finished.

After cleaning up the family affairs, the family set out to harvest rice. This time, Chang Hao was going too. Yu Qingze fought for it and went with him.

He went to harvest rice and found a good way to make money!