Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role

Shi Yan and the three of them are famous in Peach Blossom Village, they are new ones and they have received more attention.

What's more, the three brothers are really weird.

The eldest brother Liu Quan is a Taoist priest, with a baby face that is very pleasing to smile, and a person of twenty-three looks like seventeen or eighteen.

Able to speak well, he often coaxes the big girls and daughters-in-law of the village around, and even the seven- or eight-year-old girls at the entrance of the village are not less fond of Taoist priests.

The second brother, Shi Yan, was a scholar and a scholar-in-law, and he kept shouting that he would take the township exam next year, but there were three books in the room, two of which were just pretending, and he had never read them.

I bask in the sun and sleep under the jujube tree in the yard all day long. The villagers came and went, but they never saw the Xianggong read a book.

The third brother, Wang An, is a monk, five-year-old and three-thick. When he laughs, he can scare the baby to tears.

After the ploughing was completed, new lands were reclaimed. In one month, all the land that could be plowed in front of and behind Shi Yan's house was ploughed over by the monk, and seeds of unknown origin were planted.

Few people know the full names of monks and Taoists so far, and everyone is used to addressing them by their occupations.

Wouldn't it be strange for three people to live together like this?

What's more, this family is generous. There are two trays of dim sum and melon seeds on the table all year round. Anyone who goes in can grab a handful.

Especially Shi Yan, the only normal person among the three, became more enthusiastic when the three aunts and six grandmothers in the village knew that Shi Yan was a widower and only had a young son raised in the countryside.

No matter how many times Shi Yan repeats, "The boy is all focused on preparing for next year's township exam, and he has no extra thoughts on marriage.

And there is a young son in the boy's family. As the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. For the sake of the youngest son, before the youngest son becomes an adult, the boy does not plan to get married." It is useless.

Everyone's attitude became more enthusiastic.

I didn't see that these three people are strange, but how are the conditions at home? The smell of big fish and big meat came from the yard every day, and the children in the village cried many times.

Shi Yan was lying on the reclining chair under the tree, with an uncovered book covering his face, his chest heaving gently and rhythmically, as if he had fallen asleep.

But if you really think that this guy is asleep and doesn't know anything and wants to do something, you're wrong.

For example, now, the monk is giving birth to a bud in the corner

Weeded the ground in the ground and killed a seedling. The monk hadn't found out that something was wrong, when Shi Yan's voice came over: "There are less than 500 plants in total, and only 400 plants have sprout. In the past half month, I accidentally hoeed more than a dozen plants, which is really good!"

The monk's back stiffened, and he immediately admitted his mistake: "I will be careful!"

The Taoist priest was cooking in the kitchen, squatted on the ground curiously, and asked Shi Yan: "Boss, what are you doing? It's not like grain or vegetables. The monks used to have a medicine store, and I've never seen them grow up like this. medicinal herbs!"

Shi Yan stretched out his hand and took off the book covering his face, and glanced at the Taoist priest with a half-smiling smile: "Didn't you just call me the second child? Why don't you call me the eldest?

The Taoist smiled, and the dog-legged slapped Shi Yan's leg: "Boss, isn't there an outsider here? In private, you are the boss, and the monk and I are both younger brothers, but didn't we agree long ago? You Why do you still bring old accounts?"

Shi Yan didn't bother about this issue: "Oh, the monk's family used to open a medicine shop, how can you see all the medicinal materials in their family?"

The Taoist choked and whispered: "These are old scars, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

After speaking, he decisively changed the subject: "Boss, this township examination is a watershed. The competition is fierce, which is beyond the imagination of outsiders. Only people with outstanding talents can win the township examination in one fell swoop. Is it time for you to read a book?"

The Taoist priest was quite bitter: "In the past, there was an uncle in my family who was very knowledgeable and intelligent. He took the test twice before and after the township examination, and his family invited a famous teacher for him. The uncle himself had to stay up all night to study hard, and finally passed the township examination. You see, What book do you need, let's go to the Fucheng Bookstore to find it for you?

Anyway, let's watch something serious, what kind of unofficial history of the former dynasty, the love affair of the founding emperor of this dynasty, etc., it's really inappropriate! "

Shi Yan thought for a while, then nodded: "You're right, after I finish reading this book, I'll go watch something serious.

Although I don't think my talent will lose to others, but others have worked so hard for the rural exam. If I win easily, they will step on the top of everyone's heads, and I will feel sad for them.

Or dress appropriately! "

Taoist priest:"…"

Monk: "…"

No, boss, where did your inexplicable confidence come from?

However, the two of them soon stopped caring about whether Shi Yan could read or not, because Shi Yan told them: "Our family's food is about to mature, and it is just before the villagers harvest it.

Some days, let's find a few people to help our family collect food together! If it is 20% higher than the market price, I don't care about lunch. "

The Taoist priest looked bewildered: "Boss, look at the front and back of this house, but all of them are planted according to your requirements, and the soil was planted. A few days ago, I urged you to harvest it, so you have to say that you are not in a hurry.

Now the leaves are all yellow, and the pigs don't like to eat it! What are you thinking? "

The Taoist priests who cook every day do not know, but the monks who spend all their time on the ground still know something.

"Maybe, this thing is like the lotus root, and it is the part of the soil that is eaten." The monk guessed.

The Taoist didn't take it seriously, and said in his heart how many lotus roots can a pond of lotus produce at the end of the year? I don't expect to produce much of the dirt bumps on my own thin arms and thin legs.

The Taoist priest now has only one question: "Boss, if there is no output from the field this time, how long can we live in peace like this?"

You must know that he and the monk are penniless. For the past six months, they are all supported by the boss, and the boss doesn't seem to be a rich man.

To be honest, in the past six months, the two have become accustomed to this kind of comfortable and calm life, and they don't want to be broken.

Who knew that Shi Yan said heartlessly: "Boss, can I still starve you? Don't be long-winded, hurry up and find someone to work, by the way, go to the blacksmith at the head of the village, and take a few shovels that I customized. Come."

Not only did the two of them have no hope for the harvest of what Shi Yan planted, but the villagers were also not optimistic about it. Everyone who went in and out had already studied it privately many times.

I feel that this thing grows leaves and blooms randomly, and it does not bear fruit at all. It is not a good food planting choice.

So I heard that Shi Yan's family was going to harvest the strange food grown in the front and back of the house. Basically, everyone in the family came to watch the fun. Except for a few people who were hired to do the work, the villagers were almost ready for Shi Yan's work. The Yan family's small yard was surrounded by water.

But in fact, everyone was stunned by the high yield of this thing.

Shi Yan, wearing a clean and tidy long gown, stood on the ground and explained to a few invited villagers, "I'll show you how to pull out the stems and leaves first..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yan lifted Ye Gan from the ground with a slight force.

There was a sound of breathing all around.

When Shi Yan looked down, there were three lumps about the size of an adult's fist, as well as countless lumps about the size of a thumb and a baby's fist.

They are all people who are used to doing farm work. Although they have never seen them before, they have basic judgments. Just looking at this thing, it can be imported.

Not to mention how the food tastes, the yield alone makes people very excited. This plant adds up to three or four kilograms of bits and pieces.

Immediately, an experienced farmer grabbed two small soil lumps, took them to the well to wash off the soil, and put them into their mouths to chew.

Everyone looked at this man expectantly.

"It's crispy and raw, it has no taste, and it has plenty of moisture. It must taste better when it's cooked, eh? It's actually a face!"

"Mianqi" is a unique local saying, which means that this thing contains flour, and farmers know that as long as there is flour, they will be full. And the taste is not too bad.

Everyone did not expect that only the party involved, Shi Yan, was very calm.

Leaving the stems and leaves in his hands on the ground at will, he picked up the shovel from the side and stepped on it to dig it up. Everyone only heard a slight "click" sound, like the sound of an apple being cut by a dagger.

Sure enough, when Shi Yan lifted the shovel, there was still a lump of soil that had been cut in half, which was bigger than the previous three. After a while, he said in surprise: "At least half a catty."

Shi Yan frowned and glanced at the potato that was broken in half, but had no choice but to squat down and dig out bit by bit with a small shovel and hand.

One. two. three. seven.

Seven more fist-sized ones were dug up.

Shi Yan determined that this plant should be gone, stood up and clapped his hands, and said to a few people who came to help: "Just follow me to dig it out like this, because it may cause accidental injury, so you need to dig the hole a little bigger. Watch out.

Don't think about rushing, I'm not in a hurry here, if you can't finish digging in one day, I'll give you two days' wages. "

A few people cautiously began to dig potatoes. The monk did not expect that something that he had planted with his own hands and had been serving for a few months turned out to be like this, and his heart was unprecedentedly hot.

Immediately followed a few villagers to dig hard, looking excited, smiling even more frightening.

With so much strength, his movements were so wide open that he made the onlookers worried. He shoveled down, and the treasure inside was cut in half by this guy.

Shi Yan went to the well to wash his hands, but the villagers were just shocked. Without a word, they quietly surrounded Shi Yan's yard and watched the people inside.

The village chief squeezed out from the crowd, rubbed his hands together and approached Shi Yan very embarrassedly: "Later born in the Li family, I just heard from the old head Liu that he is proud of the grain you planted, can you give me two grains? , let me see!"

Shi Yan kicked with his foot and was already stupid

The lost Taoist priest: "Brother, why are you standing still? Go and get a few for the village chief and have a look!"

The Taoist priest reacted and left, and the village chief said even more embarrassedly: "Two is enough, don't waste it, this is a good thing that can save lives!"

I thought that the village chief would take it back and study it carefully, but I didn't expect that the old man really only took two, and carefully washed it by the well, and borrowed a kitchen knife and a water basin from the Taoist priest.

Cut the potatoes in half cautiously, put them in the wooden basin, pour the well water, just place the potatoes covered in the courtyard, anxiously waiting for the result.

The eyes of the villagers also shifted from the potato digger to the small wooden basin in the courtyard.

Dozens of people stared at a wooden basin in the courtyard, silent, very like a large-scale cult practice scene.

After the tea time, the village chief quickly took out the potatoes, carefully poured out the top layer of water, and carefully observed the bottom of the basin.

I saw that the bottom of the pot was covered with a thin layer of white powder, which was as clean as a white cloud. Under the sunlight, it dazzled people's eyes.

The village chief couldn't help but dip his finger and put it into his mouth to taste: "Yes, it's the taste of flour!"

The villagers were anxious: "Village Chief, hurry up! Let's see! Can you really come forward?"

"As long as it can produce half-finished noodles, it is a good food for satiety! The yield is definitely not lower than that of wheat! Not to mention such a big man, he can eat the whole!"

Everyone craned their necks to look into the yard, urging the village chief to bring it over to show them.

At this moment, a gentle male voice interrupted everyone's urging: "Everyone is gathered here, is there any happy event in Peach Blossom Village today?"