Bai Ye nodded, full of confidence, looking forward to going to the field this time. A good man can either join the army or be a good family man.
He followed Nanfeng out of the yard and walked along the path for a few minutes. He stopped at a rice field, picked up his straw hat and put it on. Nanfeng handed him a sickle.
Bai Ye was fully armed and at a loss. Most of the nearby rice fields had been harvested. The Nanfeng field in front of him was not big at all. It was three or four acres in size and looked golden to the eye.
"Take off your shoes."
The sound of the south wind sounded. She knelt down on one knee and took off her shoes. Her feet were white and tender, and her nails were neatly manicured.
"What are you looking at!"
After Nan Feng took off her shoes, she saw that Bai Ye beside her was motionless. She looked up at him and found that he was staring directly at her little feet. Her ears turned red immediately, her face was full of shame and anger, and she screamed angrily.
Bai Ye came back to his senses, forced a laugh, and quickly took off his shoes in embarrassment. He probably guessed how to harvest small rice, and there were neat sickle cuts in the nearby rice fields.
He originally thought about going to the fields alone so that Nanfeng wouldn't have to work so hard, but then he gave up the idea. It was obvious that Nanfeng was a very strong girl with high self-esteem.
Nan Feng rolled up his trouser legs with his bare feet and carefully went to the fields with a sickle. Bai Ye followed suit, as if he was learning.
Holding a small stalk of rice, Nanfeng let Bai Ye look at it, then waved the sickle and cut it flat. The rice stalk was a few fingers higher than the water surface. Nanfeng piled the cut rice on the rice pile and cut it again.
After putting in a few crops of rice, he said: "It's very simple!"
Bai Ye smiled and nodded, he had expected it, and then he started harvesting rice for the day. At noon, Nanfeng took out a few sesame seed cakes for lunch.
At dusk, Baiye ran back and forth four times to pick up the harvested rice and dump it in the empty main room. Nanfeng went to the street to buy vegetables.
Not long after he finished picking the rice, Nanfeng came back with a vegetable basket. Bai Ye leaned over and looked at it. There were three fist-sized tomatoes, five eggs, two cabbages, and a piece of pork belly as big as a palm neatly stacked in the basket.
Nanfeng whispered: "It is better to eat better during the busy farming period, and then eat once a month during leisure time."
If it hadn't been for Bai Ye's two taels of silver, she wouldn't have bought meat today. She had only eaten meat twice in a month when farming was busy at this time last year.
Bai Ye hummed, thinking about how to make her live a good life. In his mind, he was very confident. He was a tall, seven-foot man with hands and feet. There was no reason that he would be poor for the rest of his life.
Looking at the gentle girl in front of him, Bai Ye secretly swore that if fate wants me to be mediocre, then I want me to be rich.
"You take a rest and I'll cook."
Nan Feng walked into the kitchen carrying a basket, lit the oil lamp, and the figures in the lamp flickered, slowly lighting up the fire. Bai Ye picked up the kettle and poured some water into it, and walked to the kitchen.
Nanfeng was busy, with a rice pot cooking and a vegetable pot warming. She added firewood to the rice pot and walked in front of the stove to cut meat.
Bai Ye sat behind the stove, fiddling with the fire, and suddenly wanted to recite a poem. Such a scene was so poetic and picturesque, but there was no ink in my stomach, so I had to give up.
Nanfeng was quick with his hands and feet. After cutting the meat, he washed the cabbage and tore it into pieces. Bai Ye's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen someone tearing up cabbage.
Nanfeng was delicate and frail, so she had some difficulty tearing the cabbage, but she exerted all her strength. The scene was a bit bloody for a while, and there was a burst of violent tearing. Finally, she peeled the cabbage root with a kitchen knife and threw it into the pickle jar.
The vegetable pot was already burning with green smoke. Nanfeng poured the fat meat into the pot to boil out the oil, put down the condiments, and poured the remaining lean meat at the right time. There was a crackling sound. Nanfeng was slow and slow.
Pick up the spatula and stir-fry.
A smell of meat wafted out, and the aroma became stronger and stronger, refreshing. Nanfeng generously took a spoonful of salt and sprinkled it into the golden meat. He stir-fried it evenly and then picked up a piece of fat and thin pork belly and handed it to Bai Ye.
Bai Ye stretched out his hand to pick up the meat. The hot temperature made him switch his left and right hands back and forth. After ten seconds, he threw it into his mouth and took a light bite. The meat juice burst in his mouth. He chewed it slowly and swallowed it into his belly. Bai Ye licked his fingers.
, said quietly: "The workmanship is good, I will give you 98 points."
Nanfeng poured the cabbage into the pot and rolled his eyes while stir-frying: "Are there two more points left?"
She didn't know what Bai Ye's previous status was. He should have been a young man from a wealthy family.
She has never been out of the village, and she is very happy to get Baiye's 98-point evaluation, regardless of whether it is true or false.
Bai Ye fiddled with the firewood and laughed loudly: "I still have two points, I'm afraid you will be proud."
Seeing the joking expression on his face, Nanfeng glared at him fiercely and kept stirring.
The stir-fried pork with cabbage came out of the pot, and a large bowl was filled. Nanfeng brought another small bowl and beat two eggs in it, and said, "You go to eat first, I will make tomato and egg soup."
Bai Ye slowly stood up, brought the dishes to the table by the wall of the hall, put the rice on his plate and sat there, resting his chin on his hands, doing nothing.
The hatred of a spark of fire sets a prairie fire back and forth, and the kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring.
Although he lost his memory and could not remember the past, Bai Ye always believed that he was a good person. He tried to think of something while chanting the name "Li Ming", but failed in the end.
Nan Feng came over with egg soup, Bai Ye glanced at her, and Nan Feng said softly: "What are you thinking about? You haven't eaten yet."
"Isn't this waiting for you?"
Bai Ye picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and started eating. As soon as Nanfeng sat down, he got up and went to serve the rice. When Bai Ye came back after serving the rice, Nanfeng was eating with his head down.
Bai picked up the meat with chopsticks for her and said softly: "The days will get better and better in the future, don't treat yourself badly."
Nan Feng raised his eyes and stared at him, Bai Ye smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm here!"
She didn't speak, just pursed her lips and nodded. Nanfeng looked calm. After a while, she asked: "Do you know a saint? The kind that can fly."
The test in the village had ended today, and she had no chance to regret it, but she still felt a little unwilling.
"saint?"
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment. Nanfeng was asking about saints like cultivators, not mortal saints. However, he knew nothing about cultivation and could only shake his head.
"What? Do you want to be a saint?" Bai Ye took a bite of rice, raised his head and asked.
Nanfeng had the idea of becoming a saint, and he asked questions knowingly, but it was a pity that he didn't have the ability, otherwise he really wanted to help her realize this dream.
"No."
Nanfeng lowered his head to dig at the rice, then put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I've finished eating, you can eat slowly."
Bai Ye looked at her, Nanfeng pushed the fried meat and egg soup in front of him, supported his head with one hand, and stared at him with his head tilted. Bai Ye immersed himself in eating, and lowered his head when picking up vegetables, not looking at her.
Nanfeng looked at him directly, gave him some food with chopsticks, and said, "Don't you want to test your talent? What if you have the chance to become a saint?"
There is only one cultivator in a million. She didn't think Bai Ye had much chance, so she still asked. Practitioners are masters, and no one would give up even if there was only one in ten thousand chance.