"Xinxin, how's it going? Isn't that young man good?"

Fang Xin closed the supermarket at 11 o'clock and went home. She was still taking off her shoes at the entrance when she heard her grandma's voice.

When she looked up, she realized that four elders in the family were looking at her with smiles, their expressions somewhat narrow.

Fang Xin was startled for a moment, then realized that her father had been asking her to go to the night shift for the past two days, and she suddenly came to her senses.

"Okay, are you guys going to watch my jokes at home?" There are cameras installed in the supermarket, and you can watch and listen to them at home with your mobile phone.

Father Fang glanced at Mother Fang beside him and said with a strong desire for life: "Xinxin, your mother is doing this for your own good."

Fang's mother glared at her husband, walked over and took Fang Xin's arm, asking: "What's going on? I watched Wei Qing grow up, and he is a perfect match for you. If he hadn't been studying in the city since he was a child, he would be a perfect match for you."

You might have already done it."

Fang Xin drooped her head and said feebly: "Mom, what age are you in? You are still doing this. Besides, I don't like otakus. Look at him. He buys a lot of things at night and likes to drink.

, I hate drunkards the most.”

Although she said this, Fang Xin recalled Wei Cheng's facial features in her mind. She had to say that he was quite handsome. Although he couldn't see clearly with the hat on, his basic outline was very beautiful.

When Fang's father heard what she said, he quickly explained: "Then you are wrong. That child is not a homebody, and he is not good at drinking. He goes mountain climbing every week for exercise, and he can also distinguish thousands of Chinese medicinal materials, and 80% of those wines

I bought it to make medicinal wine."

Mother Fang also said: "That's right, this kid Wei Cheng is really capable. Your grandfather's old cold leg didn't do it again because he drank the medicinal wine he brewed. If you don't believe me, ask your grandfather."

Fang Xin looked at her grandfather suspiciously. The old man jumped on the spot very cooperatively. He was forced to open a business. His granddaughter had grown up and it was time to get married. He also wanted to hold his great-grandson, so he was very happy.

Cooperate with your father and mother.

"I can't tell he still has this ability..." Fang Xin muttered and sat down on the sofa.

Seeing this, Mother Fang smiled and said, "He is very capable. If your Uncle Wei hadn't asked him to apply for the Traditional Chinese Medicine and Pharmacy major, he would have gone to Tsinghua University and Peking University. He is much better than you."

Fang Xin picked up the remote control and replied angrily: "Yes, if you are so powerful, you are still single."

"Hey, can I..."

"Cough cough cough."

Just as Fang's mother was about to retort, Fang's father coughed and interrupted her.

Mother Fang smiled bitterly, and then said: "Oh, my baby is also very powerful. Let me make some donuts tomorrow morning, and you can give some to others to try. He is two years older than you, remember.

Be polite."

Fang Xin deliberately retorted, looked up and saw the look in her mother's eyes, curled her lips and agreed.

However, she was destined to run away this time.

When she arrived at Wei Cheng's house at 7:30 with the fried dough rings, Wei Cheng had already appeared in another time and space.

Wei Cheng set the alarm clock for 5:30 in the morning, woke up and started working as a porter.

I moved the things I bought last night into my thatched house one by one, and put them in the boxes according to categories and locked them.

As for the bulk liquor, it was poured into the wine vat that was emptied yesterday.

By the time he finished his work, smoke was already rising from the village.

After Wei Cheng distributed the food to the villagers, the villagers began to eat twice a day, because they had a lot of hard work to do, and if they didn't eat enough, they wouldn't have the energy to do anything.

Taking advantage of the fact that it has not yet entered autumn, the hunters are busy hunting and the women are busy gathering wild fruits and vegetables.

This is reserved for winter, otherwise many people will starve to death in winter.

Hao Zhao, who has just recovered from a serious illness, is also busy. Early in the morning, he and two friends are repairing a fishing net made of hemp.

When Wei Cheng opened the courtyard door, he happened to see them busy on the hillside.

Wei Cheng was used to having three meals a day and planned to ask Hao Niang to steam a pot of steamed buns. This time he bought yeast and sugar, and the steamed buns would definitely be fragrant.

Seeing Wei Cheng, Hao Zhao said hello loudly: "Good morning, young master."

The other two people also imitated Hao Zhao in saluting, but their behavior was somewhat shy and restrained.

Wei Cheng walked towards them. When he saw the fishing nets, he also became interested: "You are going fishing. I will go with you. I am going fishing. I haven't fished for a long time."

Hao Zhao cupped his hands and said, "That's a good feeling. I have a fishing rod at home. I'll bring it with me later."

Wei Cheng invited by the way: "After you finish repairing the fishing nets in a while, remember to come to my house for dinner. I will treat you to delicious food."

Not far away, Hao Niang came holding Aning's hand.

Wei Teng told her about making steamed buns. Hao Niang nodded and led Aning towards the hillside. Wei Teng chatted with Hao Zhao for a few more words and returned to the thatched cottage.

The dough for making steamed buns needs to ferment. If the time is too short, the steamed buns will not be fluffy enough. There is a way to speed up the fermentation process, and that is to control the temperature.

Wei Cheng had learned this trick, and he was responsible for kneading and proofing the dough, while Hao Niang boiled water and prepared the steamer.

Aning was playing in the yard, and Wei Cheng taught her how to play hopscotch. She learned how to do it, and she was able to have a lot of fun by herself.

Half an hour later, a pot of steamed buns was freshly baked.

As soon as the steamer was opened, the sweet aroma of the steamed buns hit her nostrils. Hao Niang's eyes lit up while she was wearing a mask. She unconsciously twitched her small nose, as if she was unwilling to let go of any ray of steam.

Wei Cheng took out a warm steamed bun, broke off a small piece and tried it. The fluffiness was obviously not as good as the big steamed buns sold in breakfast shops, but the taste was really not bad. He wanted to take another bite after taking a bite.

An Ning, who smelled the smell, quickly ran over, looked at the big white steamed buns in the steamer, and said curiously: "Is this a steamed bun? Compared with steamed cakes, it seems bigger!"

Hao Niang looked confused. When she made it, she kneaded a palm-sized dough that was almost the same as the amount of steamed cakes. Why were the steamed cakes so small and the steamed buns so big with the same dough?

Wei Cheng smiled and said nothing, not bothering to explain, and just let them eat it. After tasting it, they knew that the steamed buns were better than the steamed cakes.

Wei Cheng walked to the entrance of the courtyard and shouted to Hao Zhao, who was repairing fishing nets on the hillside: "Xiao Zhao, bring your good brother to eat steamed buns. Hurry up. Eat the steamed buns fresh from the pot while they are hot."

Hao Zhao looked up, a little embarrassed to eat.

The two friends said: "Brother Zhao, just take us there. Last night when my brother came home, he said that the food at Gongzi's house was delicious. I, I have been craving for it all night, so just take me to try it."

"

The other one also said: "Yes, yes, Brother Zhao, if you are afraid that Uncle Dadao will scold you, I will tell Huzi later that we instigated you to go, and I promise not to turn you in."

Hao Zhao glanced at them angrily and could only put down what he was doing and lead them up the mountain.

"Let's talk about it first. Eat slowly and don't gobble it up. Don't act like a starving ghost like Brother Chengtou."

"Hey, Brother Zhao, don't worry, we will eat slowly so as not to embarrass you..."

However, after they finished eating the steamed buns, they immediately forgot about this sentence.

I can’t help it, it smells so good!

A whole steamer tray of steamed buns was swept away by the three young men, and they didn't even have time to take a sip of the pimple soup made by Hao Niang.

Wei Cheng ate two steamed buns and drank a bowl of pimple soup. His stomach was full. I really don't know where they got such a big appetite.

Are they all Monkey D Luffy?

"After eating this meal, you don't have to eat all day today." The young man named Hutou burped with satisfaction.

Hao Zhao kicked him angrily and helped his good brother to accuse Wei Cheng. There were no less than thirty steamed buns in a steamer, and the three of them ate them all.

Wei Cheng waved her hand nonchalantly and asked Hao Niang to steam another basket and then give a portion to the elderly and children in the village.

"Let's go fishing."

Wei Cheng's hiking bag contained fishing gear, a telescopic fishing rod, and various fishhooks, but in order to avoid suspicion, he only brought the fishhooks and nothing else. He could just use Hao Zhao's later.

When we came to the lifting platform, we happened to meet Hao Dadao on patrol. Hearing that they were going fishing, Hao Dadao specially asked Hao Zhao to bring a double-edged sword for self-defense. This was a very simple Han sword with obvious features on the blade.

signs of wear.

Hao Zhao flicked a sword flower, wrapped the double-edged sword in tiger skin and hung it on his back, looking a bit like a young knight.

Hao Dadao was worried and told Wei Cheng again: "Master, if you are in danger, you must listen to Zhao'er's arrangements. He will ensure that you are safe and sound. Even though he is young, his strength is

This one in our Haojia Village!"

Wei Cheng looked at his thumb and said with a smile: "Uncle Dadao, don't worry, I will listen to Xiao Zhao."

Wei Cheng didn't argue. The slingshot, pepper spray, and stun baton in his pocket were all useless for protecting himself. He was really scared. He had never gone into the mountains to collect medicine by himself before.

After coming down from the top of the mountain, a group of four people walked towards the creek talking and laughing.

The creek we went to this time was not the one in the east that draws water, but a mountain stream located in the north upstream.

There are high cliffs on both sides of the mountain stream, and there is a stone beach forty to fifty meters wide in the middle. According to Hao Zhao, during the rainy season, the stone beaches on both sides will be submerged by the water. It is okay now, the water flow in the middle is slow,

Through the clear stream water, you can see the stones and aquatic plants covered with green algae at the bottom.

Hao Zhao first took Hu Tou and his two men to work. They built a small dam with stones, and then placed the fishing net at the outlet, so that as long as any fish went downstream, they would be entangled in the fishing net.

This is the simplest fishing trap with almost no technical content, but the effect is extremely good.

While they were still blocking the water flow, fish got caught in the fishing nets.

The holes in their fishing nets are very large, and fish the size of a palm can pass through directly, but fish larger than a palm will inevitably be trapped. This is much more humane than those modern nets, and it also has an automatic screening function.

Wei Cheng looked at it for a while and found it uninteresting, so he took the long bamboo pole brought by Hao Zhao and replaced the bone hook with his own steel hook. The young man named Hutou diligently dug out some bait and brought it over enthusiastically.

Help Wei Cheng put on the bait.
To be continued...