I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 309 Empress Sanhua Doesn't Eat Swallows
"then you……"

The three-flowered cat stretched its neck again, staring at the spices that the Taoist put on the table, and looked at it again and again: "I bought so many fruits, millet, wheat, and bark and leaves, are they used to make that powder again?"

"Some are used to make powder."

"Some~"

"There's some left……"

"There's some left!"

The Taoist showed a look of reminiscence, and said to her: "It's almost Chinese New Year, cooking a pot of stewed pork will make it look good."

"Braised meat!"

"Every Chinese New Year eats stewed pork."

"Have Mistress Sanhua ever eaten stewed pork?"

"how could I know?"

"Why don't you know?"

"I am not smart."

"you do not……"

Sanhuamao couldn't help being stunned halfway through speaking.

Then she turned her head up and stared at him blankly.

At this time, I heard a Taoist say: "Miss Sanhua has eaten or not, it's Mistress Sanhua who will know."

"Empress Sanhua herself doesn't know."

"Why is that?"

"because……"

Sanhuamao couldn't help being stunned halfway through speaking.

She continued to stare at him blankly.

"Wow..."

The Sanhuamao quickly shook its head, turned its head into a circle, and its facial features were deformed. Then it sat upright and raised its paw to lick it. It seemed that what happened just now had been thrown away, and nothing happened, so it was very calm. Re-answered the Taoist: "Mistress Sanhua remembers that she has never eaten."

"I probably haven't eaten it either."

"should!"

"I'll eat it in a few days."

"In a few days!"

"pity……"

Song You couldn't help thinking of the short-lived old Taoist.

In fact, there are early forms of stewed vegetables these days.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, Yizhou people began to use salt and pepper to make brine. Later, Yizhou people loved the taste and the spicy flavor, so they came up with the saying of "adjusting husband and five flavors".But so far, there has not been a lot of spices used to make perfect lo mei.When Song You was in the temple, he tried to do it, and was highly recognized by his own veterans, but firstly, he fumbled for the technology at the time, secondly, the spices he bought were not perfect, and thirdly, he lacked such an important spicy seasoning Material, after all, lack of meaning.

While thinking about it, he took out a small clay pot from the quilt bag. It used to be a clay pot for tea, which can ensure that it is dry and does not taint the smell. Now when it is opened, it is full of dried chili.

Song You carefully took out one seed, cut it open, and took a seed.

Just as he was about to turn around to get the flowerpot, he saw Sanhuamao had turned into a little girl at some point, as if knowing his intentions, he had already held the flowerpot full of soil in both hands, raised it high and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

Song You took the flower pot and put it in the window, lightly planed out a shallow hole with his fingers, put the chili seeds in, and carefully covered it with soil.

When he turned around, the little girl came again with the water bottle, still holding it high and handing it to him.

At the same time, he stared at him seriously.

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"You're welcome."

The little girl sat back in her original position.

Seeing that the Taoist had watered the flowerpot thoroughly, he went back to the house and put the kettle on, washed himself and went to sleep.

Just like in Changjing two years ago, tonight is also a cold night, the north wind is still howling, the chili seeds germinate quickly, break through the soil layer, and grow at night. It trembled, and when the next morning dawned, it had already produced fruit, but it was not yellow, but red peppers one by one, like small lanterns.

Song You lay on the bed and slept peacefully all night. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he heard the conversation of two little demons by the window:

"It seems to be ripe!"

"It's just familiar..."

"Why do you always stand on the tree?"

"Birds... shouldn't birds be in trees?"

"Why are you always so far away from Empress Sanhua?"

"I'm afraid of cats."

"Emperor Sanhua doesn't eat monsters! The Taoist said that eating monsters is the same as eating people, and it's not allowed!" Sanhua Mao's voice paused, "And we are in the same group. After Mistress Sanhua met you, she never I’ve eaten swallows, and I don’t even eat birds! Bird eggs are rarely eaten from trees!”

"you……"

"Why are you still afraid?"

"you……"

"You are timid!"

"You have eaten swallows before!!"

"Cats want to eat birds. Unless you're a stupid cat, you can't catch them. Mistress Sanhua is very powerful." Sanhua cat's voice was clear and pleasant, "I didn't know you before, so I'm sure I'll eat it if I catch it, oh, except The swallows that made their nests on the gate of the temple of Empress Sanhua will not eat them."

"You are the same as human beings, don't you hurt your own swallows?"

"No." Empress Sanhua was honest, "I save it for when I have nothing else to eat."

"..."

Although Song You was still lying on the bed, he couldn't see the picture by the window at all from this angle, let alone the little swallow on the tree outside the window, but he could still imagine the scared expression of the swallow.

He must have shrunk his neck and shivered.

"cough……"

The Taoist cleared his throat and got up.

The conversation by the window also stopped immediately.

Immediately, the Taoist sat up and put on his shoes, and walked into Sanhuamao's sight, and saw Sanhuamao standing on the window sill, guarding the pot of peppers, but turned his head and stared at him.

When the eyes of the two sides met, she seemed to have received a signal and said to the Taoist:
"Taoist, the peppers you planted are ripe!"

"understood."

The Taoist glanced at them, pursed his lips, didn't say anything, just walked over to check.

The chili was really ripe.

And it worked out pretty well.

It's a red bell pepper.

In the past two years, the Taoist has almost fully understood the pepper seeds brought back by Yanxian.

There are several kinds in total.

One is finger-to-palm long, dried fragrant but not spicy, suitable for cooking; the other is thin and curved, with a long little finger, spicy and fragrant; the other is like a red lantern, medium spicy and fragrant; the other is the size of a fingernail. , like small round beads, spicy but not fragrant; a small topaz lantern, looks good, and has not yet developed a suitable way to eat.

Song You usually likes to eat one or two kinds.

To make lo-mei, you need to mix them together.

It’s better to plant only one overnight. If you don’t have enough time, you can use spells to make them dry faster, which is really helpless.

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua, and thank you Yan'an."

Knowing that they kept watch all night and watered it even when the soil was dry, the Taoist thanked them, making the two little demons very happy.

She reached out and scratched Sanhuamao's forehead again, causing her to squint her eyes, then went back to the room and took a plate, put the pot of ripe peppers into the plate one by one, then leaned out the window to look left and right, looking for Find a place with plenty of direct sunlight and let it dry for a day.

A busy job, in fact, does not take much time.

After I finished my work, I went to wash up. After washing up, Mistress Sanhua also turned into a human form, and bought steamed buns from the opposite side of the inn for breakfast.

But it entangled her badly——

Knowing that there are cheaper steamed buns, but the steamed buns have meat, she wants to save money, but also wants to feed the Taoist priests meat, it is really a dilemma, why can't steamed buns with meat be cheaper than steamed buns without meat? ?
Slowly into the afternoon.

The temperature is still very low, but the weather is good, the sky is clear, and the sun is so hot that people can't open their eyes.

There was another commotion from the teahouse next door.

Song You went to look at the peppers he was drying, and felt that the progress was good, and he didn't intend to speed up, so he called Mistress Sanhua and went to the teahouse again.

Such a life is really idle.

The same in the morning——

The Taoist has been idle all morning, without practice, without comprehension, and hardly doing any serious business. He just took a small bench and sat at the door of the inn, basking in the winter sun, stroking the cat in his arms, and watching the pedestrians walking on the New Year Street in this small town. , let go of your mind and let time flow by.It is foreseeable that this will probably be the case for some time to come.

The previous two years were really busy, busy with exterminating demons, and busy on the road, when there was little rest, the reason why I stopped in this small town now was naturally to rest.

Practice also cultivates the mind, and rest also cultivates.

The Taoist then planned to take care of the business of the teahouse and the storyteller.

But Taoists are not the only ones who want to relax.

There are many people in the Chinese New Year, and the teahouse business is the best in the afternoon. Maybe the stories told by the storyteller before are also helpful in attracting people.At this moment, Mr. Storyteller had just arrived, and almost half of the people were already seated in the teahouse, and there were many people crowded and standing outside the door.

Song You saw the young man named Xu Qiu'an in the crowd at a glance.

The Taoist stopped and couldn't help smiling at him.

"..."

The young man couldn't help feeling embarrassed——

I just said it last night, although the city is small, it is not easy to meet, and he has a cold face, and his tone is full of quack air, so that he can appear to be a free and easy quack person, but it turned out to be the second We met again this afternoon, which was somewhat embarrassing.

The Taoist didn't care, and smiled at him frankly:
"Young man, see you again."

The young man also tried his best to pretend to be calm, and handed over to him: "We meet again, sir."

"Fated."

"Fated..."

"I also said yesterday that if we meet again, I will thank Shaoxia for his kindness." Song You smiled at him, then turned his head to look into the teahouse, and then said, "There is nothing to thank Shaoxia, since it is another We met at the gate of this teahouse, and Shaoxia also loves to listen to stories. I drink a pot of tea by myself, and I always have to spill some. "

"..."

The boy thought for a while, and then he handed over to him again:
"Then thank you sir!"

So we entered the tea house together and found a table and chair to sit down.

Song You still ordered a pot of ordinary tea.

Not daring to be too polite, the gentleman on Gein took a sip of tea, spit out a mouthful of foam, and started to make noise.

The Taoist listened while pouring tea from bowls.

The young man sat upright, straightened his back, stretched his neck and stared at the storyteller on the stage, his eyes sparkling.

By the way, I deliberately did not watch the movement of the Taoist pouring tea.

Until the Taoist put a bowl of tea in front of him.

"Please."

"Oh!"

The boy seemed to have just discovered it.

"Thank you so much."

"The last book said that the last part of Saibei Grassland also fled into the depths of the grassland. The northern victory was great. This is my big Yan facing the Saibei Royal Court. After the victory more than ten years ago, it is another big victory. Thousands of years No one in the past dynasties has won such a big victory! However, General Chen camped [-] miles away from the border, but he did not return his troops, but sent people back to the court to report that he would continue to march north of the Great Wall, once and for all!"

With a bang, he slapped the table.

This is the story told last night.

Song You couldn't tell whether he had listened or not.

I really didn't come down to listen again.

However, this teahouse is next to the inn. The storyteller these days has real skills, his voice is so loud, and the town is so quiet at night that Song You can hear it even in the room.I didn't intend to listen to people bragging about my ideas, but it was too noisy, and I fell asleep on the bed when the storyteller in the teahouse was off work.

(End of this chapter)