Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 33 Boss Wu's Plan

"Father, I know what it is." Yu'er leaned in her mother's arms, and still turned around to tell her father: "This is a potato, which was found by sister, brother Qi and two uncles in the rain. My sister also said that potatoes are delicious."

After Yu'er finished speaking, he didn't forget to tap his small mouth, and took another breath. Now he really wants to taste what potatoes taste like, and whether they are as delicious as his sister said.

In fact, he wanted to say that his stomach was still empty, and he still wanted to eat.

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Several merchants headed by Boss Wu were sitting by the fire to keep warm. After hearing Yu'er's description, their stomachs growled even more happily.A few old men, all blushing, clutched their stomachs tightly.

Qi He and Nianzi looked at each other without smiling, their ideas coincided with Yu'er's, and the two of them didn't care how many people were added beside them, they grabbed the potatoes they had just put on the broken tiles with ease.

Fortunately, although the two of them were delicious, they were not greedy. They also knew that they only picked up the medium-sized ones and broke them apart to share.

Just waiting for the roller to tear off the roasted black skin, revealing the steaming potato flesh inside, and immediately spit out two words: "It's really delicious."

"Brother Nianzi." Yu'er licked his little tongue, revealing a small appearance that I wanted to eat.

Before the grinder could speak, Qi He had already stuffed his own half of a small potato into Yu'er's hand, and at the end he didn't forget to tell him: "This potato is still hot, Yu'er be careful, don't burn it."

"Thank you Brother Qi." Yu'er took the potato and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so hot."

Seeing his son's not-so-exaggerated little face, Fu Yu immediately took the potato from his son's hand. "It's very hot, Daddy blow it for you to eat." Fu Yu said, smiling gratefully at Qi He, then broke the potato into small pieces, put it in his mouth and blow it, it didn't feel hot before sending it to his son mouth.

"Well, it's delicious." Yu'er shook her little head with a satisfied face.

At this moment, Fu Xinci was finally free. She gave her grandfather a wink and asked him to break open the little potatoes and share them among the children.

No one is more suitable for this job than grandfather.She was afraid that after a while, Jiang Tou'er would realize that all these little potatoes had gone into his old man's stomach.

Sure enough, Fu Xinci's worries were not superfluous.Just as Meng Qingping was distributing the potatoes according to his granddaughter's request, Jiang Tou'er stroked his goatee and walked over steadily.

He was wearing an official's soap coat and was carrying a waist knife. Several merchants led by Boss Wu moved to the side knowingly and made way for him.

Jiang Touer was very satisfied with their actions, and squatted beside Meng Qingping casually talking as usual.

Meng Qingping didn't meet him either, and took the opportunity to introduce his son and daughter-in-law to him.

Looking at the handsome Fu Yu, Jiang Touer said with some regret: "Second brother Meng, if you hadn't been implicated by that fucking Meng family, my eldest nephew would definitely be a good official like you in the future."

Of course Meng Qingping knew that his son's knowledge was higher than his, and if he took an official career, he would have a bright future.But now, it's useless to say more, so I can only wave my hands and say something indifferently: "Brother Jiang, let's not talk about the past."

"Okay, let's not mention those past events. Don't literati often say that we have to focus on the present and enjoy ourselves in time."

Meng Qingping: "..."

After Jiang Tou'er finished speaking, he stopped pretending to be polite, and without Meng Qingping being humble, he picked up a potato, peeled off the burnt skin, and took a bite.

"Well, this is delicious." Jiang Tou'er said it was delicious, and after taking another bite, he continued with Meng Qingping: "Second brother Meng, if these potatoes are mixed with some green sauce, the taste will be even better. "

But the food they cooked along the way, not to mention the green sauce, even coarse salt can only be put in a little bit, if there is too much, there will be no more.

Alas, whoever made their wallets empty, the money given by the superiors was only a little bit, and it would be a good thing for them to have some food in the passing yamen.In such barren mountains and wild mountains, they can save as much as they can.Whoever cooks good food for exiled prisoners is not sick, but seriously sick.

Meng Qingping had expected that Jiang Touer would like it when the baked potatoes gave off a burnt aroma.It's just that he didn't expect that Jiang Tou'er was thinking about green sauce while eating potatoes.

Green sauce can be regarded as a precious thing, even in the capital, ordinary people's homes are not always available, let alone wishful thinking on the road to exile.

Jiang Tou'er: It's not necessary to eat green sauce, he just expresses his feelings.

Boss Wu, however, found an opportunity from Jiang Touer's words, and leaned over to flatter him and said, "My poor man, we travel all over the world, and spend a lot of time sleeping in the wilderness..."

"Just say what you want to say, but don't make any detours with me." Jiang Tou'er doesn't like Boss Wu's foreshadowing, maybe it's a habit he has developed in this line of work, he likes to go straight, just like pouring beans into a bamboo tube .

"Hehe." Boss Wu laughed a few times before continuing: "We have pots and pans with us. Although oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are not complete, we still have half a pot of bean paste."

When Jiang Touer heard the word "bean paste", his small eyes focused again, and he told Boss Wu brightly that he wanted to eat it.

The understanding Wu Boss gave his younger brother a look that you understand. Wu Laosan immediately opened a basket for food, took out a wooden bowl from it, and dug out a wooden spoon of bean paste from a clay pot. Send it to Jiangtouer.

Authentic bean paste can still be eaten in the ruined temple on the mountain. Jiang Touer smiled a little cheaply, thanked him, and took over the wooden bowl of bean paste.

It's just that the little potato just now was a bit small, and he had already finished eating it. He glanced at the small piece of potato in the hands of several children, and he was embarrassed to say that he still wanted to eat it.

Even though the glutton in his stomach was wandering around, he didn't dare to say anything.

Boss Wu is also a good person. Since he entered the ruined temple, he secretly scanned the characters in the ruined temple. The information he got was that a team of officials escorted a group of exiled prisoners.

When others encounter such a team, they will definitely spit and say it's bad luck.He is not the case, and his heart is full of joy.

What a great opportunity for officials to escort prisoners in exile.If they could go together with this prisoner escort team, those bandits and bandits probably wouldn't have any idea about them.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt the same thing. If Boss Wu hadn't been afraid of being scolded by these officials, he would have wanted to pick up that skinny little old man and run around in the heavy rain twice barefoot.

　Ask for collections, ask for tickets.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)