Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   Chapter 114 Resonance with Xiao Man

   Cheng Ling received supplies sent by Ran Wenji shortly after returning home.

   It was dark at this time, and the back door of Cheng's house was quiet. She took Hong Guangyi to hand over the supplies at the back door.

  Hong Guangyi saw the car and stuff, and immediately straightened his eyes and didn't dare to look around. Just holding a pounding heart, there are many things I want to ask Cheng Ling, but I can't ask for a while.

   The supplies were packed in the barn in the backyard, and it was not until all the servants of the Ran residence left that Hong Guangyi finally summoned up the courage to ask, "Lang Jun, these... these things are all sent to you by Ran Bancheng?"

  Cheng Ling smiled and said, "It's mine, but not from Ran Bancheng. It's a fair deal, I deserve it, understand?"

  Hong Guangyi let out a sigh of relief and said quickly, "Yes, Langjun, Xiaoxiao understands."

  400 stone of corn, packed in 400 large grain bags, piled up the barn to the full, which looked very spectacular.

   Cheng Ling didn't care about the large amount of corn, instead she went straight to the grain bags containing "Southeast Millet".

  The bag was opened, Cheng Ling copied it in with one hand, grabbed a handful of the so-called "southern millet", and looked at the candlelight.

I saw a handful of dry grain lying on my hand, withered yellow, wrapped in a hard shell, grain by grain, larger than ordinary corn, but not as large as carved hummus, with a dry grass-like texture throughout. breath.

   But it was such an inconspicuous figure, but Cheng Ling burst into a smile in an instant.

   This smile was different from her usual smile. Hong Guangyi, who was watching, couldn't describe it, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to be shaken by something bright.

  Cheng Ling laughed out loud: "Hahaha, it's rice, it really is rice!"

  What is the millet in the southeast, that is because people did not know rice at that time, and there was no name for rice in the five grains.

   However, the plant of rice exists!

   No, there are plants in the South China Sea, right?

  How can Qi people who are used to corn as their staple food understand the charm of rice? What they are after is carved hummus!

   Ran Wenji regards rice as a dispensable partner, so he gave it all to Cheng Ling!

Cheng Ling was so happy, her laughter even disturbed the mother and daughter of Mu Sanniang who entered the second hospital. As for Xiao Man, he moved faster than anyone else. As early as when Cheng Ling was just laughing, he He flashed lightly and came to the door of this barn.

   Seeing Cheng Ling smiling so brightly, Xiao Man couldn't help but pause for a moment, then stood by the barn door for a while, but stopped inexplicably.

   "Brother Cheng." He asked, "What is rice?"

  Cheng Ling held the unhusked rice in his hands and said with a full smile: "It's a very delicious food. Tomorrow morning... No, I'll cook it now, let's eat it together!"

  God knows how much she misses the taste of rice. Since she came here, the staple food has become corn. Eating corn has really dried up her entire stomach.

   Now Cheng Ling doesn't want to wait a moment, she just wants to taste what this ancient version of rice tastes like!

   After finishing speaking, Cheng Ling took out a small linen bag from her carry-on bag—her carry-on bag was really like a treasure bag, and it seemed that all kinds of useful little things could be taken out at any time.

  Cheng Ling packed a bag of millet, sealed the remaining large bag of corn, and instructed Hong Guangyi to say, "Go to find some lime tomorrow, and fight a fight. These grains must be raised above the ground to prevent moisture."

  Hong Guangyi responded, his eyes fell on the grain bag in Cheng Ling's hand, and he was obviously curious about the taste of rice.

  Cheng Ling didn't delay at all. Carrying the bag, she quickly went to the kitchen in the front yard. First, she found a hammer and threw the rice by beating.

  The rice threshed in this initial way is not as white and crystal clear as modern rice, but has a primitive roughness and dark yellow.

  Cheng Ling had a bad premonition at the time, this... Rice seems to be different from what she imagined.

   But at this time, Mu Sanniang and others gathered around the kitchen, and even the youngest Hong Xiaolang woke up from the bed, and then ran over pulling his shoes.

   He was still surprised and said outside the kitchen: "Is Brother Cheng Ling cooking? Brother Cheng Ling actually knows how to cook? Isn't the food he cooks particularly delicious?"

  Cheng Ling in the heart of this child, that is just like the existence of heaven and man, heaven and man go to the kitchen, how is this possible?

   Hong Xiaolang was so excited that he stood on tiptoe and looked straight into the kitchen.

  Cheng Dani was also by the kitchen. She twisted her fingers uneasily, as if she felt that it was her dereliction of duty to let Cheng Ling cook. Cheng Erni showed a look of special anticipation, while Mu Sanniang had a complicated expression and frequently looked into the kitchen.

  Xiao Man stood the furthest, but he was tall, not like other people needing to tiptoe, so he looked down into the kitchen door through the gap between everyone.

  In the kitchen, after Cheng Ling threshed all the rice, he started scooping and washing the rice.

   These rice grains are relatively slender, which is characteristic of southern rice, but compared with modern silk seedling rice, the gap is still very large.

The point is, it is too rough. After the simple shelling, these rice grains are held in Cheng Ling's hands, still showing a yellowish-brown color. It is not the fine white rice that Cheng Ling originally thought, but brown rice. !

  Cheng Ling:…

   At that time, she felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't say it, she just silently raised the water for cooking.

   Put more water and cook for a while... Even brown rice should be soft and sweet, right?

  Two quarters of an hour later, the people outside the door lost their initial sense of novelty. Cheng Dani almost rushed in and said: Brother Ling, what do you want to cook? I'll help you...

   An indescribable smell of food finally came out of the kitchen.

   It was a sweet and satiating breath, and everyone just smelled it outside the door and felt refreshed. Cheng Erni and Hong Xiaolang even swallowed in unison.

   Cheng Ling's anxiety while cooking went away for a while, and when she smelled the slight burnt aroma, she quickly lifted the lid of the pot.

  嚯, a white smoke and steam billowed out, accompanied by a stronger aroma of rice.

  Hong Xiaolang couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled aside the adults who were in the way, rushed to the rice cooker, and shouted excitedly, "Brother Cheng Ling, is this rice? Can I eat it?"

  The heat dissipated a little, and Cheng Ling's eyes turned to the pot.

  The color of the rice in the pot turned yellow. Although the aroma of the rice was strong, it was obvious that there was a little too much water. The rice on the upper layer was overcooked, and the sides of the pot were browned, and the lower layer was probably overcooked.

  This is not a successful pot of rice, but this is the case, and Cheng Ling can't say that everyone should not eat it.

  She called everyone to come in, Cheng Dani immediately took the bowls, chopsticks, pots and spoons very diligently, and took the initiative to help divide the meals.

   In the end, Mu Sanniang and others who had eaten the rice all had bright eyes and praised them.

  Cheng Erni said the most exaggerated: "Wow, it's really delicious! Brother Ling, this is the best meal I've ever eaten. It's so much better than corn, why is it so delicious!"

  Cheng Lingshi couldn't swallow, she looked at Xiao Man who was also holding a bowl and couldn't swallow, and suddenly found resonance in Xiao Man's doubtful eyes.

   (end of this chapter)