After being dressed as a savage man and an evil wife, the whole family fell off their horses

After the old lady Mo roared angrily, she slammed into Miao Cuicui and walked past her.

There was no pheasant to eat, and she was scolded. Miao Cuicui held back her anger, and when she looked up, she met her man's eyes, and immediately thought of his actions to give way to Shen Qiushui's family, and she couldn't get angry.

"What are you looking at, people want us to live a bad life, only you can help me be a good person!" The more Miao Cuicui said, the more aggrieved she felt.

"Shen Qiushui follows your third brother to eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, and I can't even eat a full meal with you. I am blind to see you as a worthless person!"

She complained so loudly that everyone working in the nearby fields could hear her.

Others also feel a little uncomfortable.

You can hunt a bunch of prey by going up the mountain casually, and no one is jealous.

They are still struggling to get enough food and clothing every day, and they eat wine and meat, who would not envy them!

I can only be envious, except for those who really can't afford to eat, no one dares to drill into the deep mountains.

Shen Qiushui and Mo Changtian were walking on the way home, leaving the paddy field, Shen Qiushui was going to let go of Mo Changtian's hand, who knew he was held by the other party instead.

The other party didn't intend to let go, so Shen Qiushui let him go. Although they had only been together for a few months, they seemed like an old married couple.

Mo Changtian firmly held Shen Qiushui's little hand, which felt like a freshly peeled egg.

Her mother dotes on Shen Qiushui so much that she doesn't touch Yang Chunshui, and when she marries into the Mo family, she's even worse off. She doesn't work in the fields, and even Mrs. Mo can't help her, her little hands are more tender than her face.

After returning to Luo's house, the two separated.

Mo Changtian handled the hares and pheasants, while Shen Qiushui turned out the eggs and processed the herbs.

Several rare and precious medicinal materials collected, especially wild ginseng are very valuable.

Such medicinal materials are hard to come by, and she is not hungry yet. Adhering to her love for this stuff, Shen Qiushui doesn't plan to buy it, she plans to keep it for herself after processing it.

The bamboo frame and dustpan under the eaves for drying medicinal herbs were specially made for her by Mo Changtian.

Shen Qiushui simply handled the medicinal materials a few times, and then put them on the bamboo rack to dry. If the weather is as good as today in the next few days, they will be dried quickly.

On the other side of the yard, Mo Changtian cut off the vines that bound the pheasants.

All the noisy pheasants were in a comatose state, and the only one awake was the smallest but most interesting pheasant with a bad suit.

It didn't make a fuss when Mo Changtian was cutting the vines, and after regaining its freedom, it "clucked" around its unconscious companion.

It was obviously just an ordinary pheasant, but it made people look proud.

The most beautiful long hair on the tail of this pheasant was all broken, and the place on the back near the tail was pecked bald by other pheasants.

With the gate closed, the pheasant couldn't get out, so Mo Changtian didn't tie him up anymore, but started to deal with the few pheasants that were still on the ground.

He recruited Mo Dong and asked him to carry the pheasant and put the pheasant head down.

Putting a large bowl on the ground, Mo Changtian plucked a few pinches of soft feathers from the neck of the pheasant, and took a kitchen knife to stab the exposed neck meat of the pheasant.

The pheasant had not died long ago, and it was still bleeding.

All five pheasants on the ground were bled, enough to fill two bowls, just enough to make blood tofu.

The pheasant is small, Mo Changtian doesn't plan to sell it, and keeps all of them for his own food.

After bleeding the pheasant, put away the bowl, start a fire and boil water to scald the chicken feathers.

In the yard, Mo Yu was chasing the pheasant that survived Mo Changtian.

Mo Dong stood watching from the side, and saw Mo Changtian coming out of the kitchen with a bucket, and hurriedly stepped forward to help pluck the chicken feathers.

The chicken feathers are drenched in boiling water, which is very easy to pull out, and the chicken feathers can be separated from the chicken with just a pull.

Mo Yu was probably tired of chasing him, he was out of breath and didn't want to chase any more, but ran over to pluck the feathers too.

Mo Changtian was afraid that the two children would be scalded by the water, so he found a dustpan and put a pheasant on it, so that the two children could pluck their hair.

The thin pheasant ran to Mo Yu's side, not only did not feel the horror of the scene, but stretched its neck to peck the feathers of the pheasant in the dustpan.

"Clack-cluck~" The pheasant with its feathers pecked out proudly flapped its wings.

In the past, it was often bullied, but it was the last one to survive, so it was naturally proud of itself.

After the efforts of several people, the chicken feathers were plucked clean.

Looking at the bare chicken, Mo Yu swallowed, her face flushed with excitement.

She still remembers the taste of bamboo chicken last time.

Seeing the two children happy, Mo Changtian twitched the corner of his mouth.

He washed and dried the long and beautiful feathers from the tail of the pheasant before breaking the belly of the chicken.

Looking at the chicken in front of him, after thinking about it, he decided to ask Shen Qiushui how she planned to eat it.

Shen Qiushui was cleaning up the medicinal materials at the moment, when Mo Changtian came over, she had just cleaned up a pile of Chinese medicinal roots, and she was still holding a handful of Codonopsis pilosula that had not been removed from the leaves.

The roots have been washed clean, showing a yellowish white color.

Hearing Mo Changtian asking herself what to do with this pheasant, she subconsciously glanced at the Codonopsis ginseng in her hand.

"It's better to stew two, I just have some tonic here, what do you think?"

Going to the mountains to collect herbs today is like going to a pharmacy to stock up. There are so many herbs in the valley that dazzles Shen Qiushui, and she will definitely go there a few more times when she has time.

"Yes." Mo Changtian replied without thinking.

When it came to eating, Shen Qiushui didn't hesitate, put down the things in his hands, and immediately prepared the Chinese medicinal materials needed for the stewed chicken and handed them to Mo Changtian.

The medicinal materials and the processed pheasant are put into the pot together, add a few melons and ladles of water, cover the lid, and cook the chicken over a fire.

As time passed, a strong aroma wafted from the pot.

Different from the previous fragrance, this time it is mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, mixed with the fragrance of pheasant, which will not produce a bitter taste, but will make people saliva.

Luo's next door.

"What is Mrs. Luo's stewing, it smells so good!" Aunt Chun swallowed unconsciously when she smelled the strong fragrance.

There is only one wall between the two families. Ever since Shen Qiushui and the others moved into Mrs. Luo's house, they could smell the delicious food from next door from time to time.

This time, the smell of stewed chicken with traditional Chinese medicine is more overbearing than other smells. People can't help but smell it a few more times, and they are already imagining the taste of soup in their minds.

"It should be stewed pheasant." Aunt Chun's daughter-in-law Li Xianxian answered Aunt Chun's words.

Aunt Chun was busy with needlework at home today and didn't go out. She didn't know the excitement over the paddy field, so Li Xianxian talked to Aunt Chun by the way.

After listening to it, Aunt Chun spat, thinking that Mrs. Mo was not a good person, for doing such a shameless thing for a pheasant.

The aroma of stewed chicken next door is even stronger.

Aunt Chun smashed her mouth, feeling that the dinner in her bowl was tasteless.

"It's really annoying to live next door to them. You can smell it but you can't eat it." Aunt Chun sighed.