Sneed was frying pork, which he had eaten for lunch, and was now using the pork as a pork chop, while Rudolph and Gordon were kneading dough for bread.
There is not enough bread and we need to make some.
It’s not that we don’t want Regel to help, but because he is afraid that he will be too strong and the table will collapse when he kneads it.
So Regel’s task is to chop wood; Ted will be everyone’s slave. , such as insufficient water for kneading, etc., he will solve the problem.
The most leisurely person is Jeffrey, who is called a child.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the fire.
There were some large pig bones inside, and he planned to make soup.
Jeffrey said dissatisfiedly: "I still want to eat potato and chicken soup."
She said she wanted to drink potato and chicken soup no less than five times since she started making the soup.
"Save it."
Cheng Qianxun saw that the soup was boiling and was about to be poured out, so he quickly added a little water.
In this era, it is not as convenient as gas.
The size of the fire can be adjusted, so he can only add water slowly and little by little.
She said very realistically: "Chickens are still alive.
They only grow meat and don't stink.
A pig is so big.
Unless you have the ability to sell it outside to get some food that won't spoil easily, don't be picky. " Seeing that Jeffrey still had his mouth raised, she sighed slightly: "You are probably spoiled.
Do you know how expensive pig bones are in our place?
Moreover, pig bone soup is supplemented with calcium, and you will grow taller after drinking it."
Hearing that he could grow taller, Jeffrey became silent.
The dough was almost ready.
Gordon and Rudolf looked at the dough.
Gordon said: "It seems that yeast needs to be added to the dough."
Rudolph nodded in approval.
So Gordon looked sideways at him: "Then get some yeast."
Rudolf raised his hand, and when he lowered it, it was empty.
He turned to look at Gordon and asked expressionlessly: "Don't they use yeast?"
No wonder this long black loaf of bread is so hard.
There is a lot of bran in it.
When you eat it, you can bite it directly with your teeth except for the crumb.
The surface, which is as hard as rock, needs to be soaked in soup to soften it.
Now the two of them were faced with a big pile of dough and didn't know what to do.
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while and then said: "Then let's eat Chinese food instead."
Watching Cheng Qianxun cut the dough with a knife, cutting more than ten kilograms of dough into small strips, the other men looked at it curiously.
"Are you eating noodles?"
Rudolph asked.
"It's not noodles, the noodles are longer, it's noodles."
Cheng Qianxun continued to cut, and when he had cut it into portions for one person, he threw it into the pot and cooked it.
"I'll do it."
After frying the pork and vegetables, Sneijder took the knife and continued to cut it according to her method.
"What did people eat in the Middle Ages?"
Cheng Qianxun looked at the pot, waiting for the noodles to cook.
"There's not much to eat, that's all anyway.
Black bread, dried meat, and ale.
Only nobles can eat honey.
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Sugar is sold in pharmacies, and together with pepper, it's horribly expensive."
Sitting and waiting for food.
Reger thought of something: "How about we make pork jerky?
It is said that it can be preserved for decades."
"Decades" Everyone looked at Regel.
I couldn't believe my ears.
"Yes," Reger said with certainty, "I didn't believe it at first, but it's true.
Even nobles cannot eat fresh meat every day.
They also eat black bread.
Dried meat is cut into strips. .
Leave it to air-dry.
It is said that before eating the air-dried meat, you need to scrape off a layer on the surface with a knife, then soak it in river water for a day or two and then cook it.
The taste is not very good, but at least it is edible."
"Oh my God, mummy-like jerky.
I don't want to eat it."
Cheng Qianxun shook her head.
At this time, the noodles in the pot were cooked, and she began to use a slotted spoon to scoop them into the outer bowl: "It should be my Ming Dynasty at this time.
The monarchs and nobles here don't eat as well as the ordinary farmers there a thousand years ago, and they go around hunting witches if they have any extra salt. ” "Salt is also relatively expensive."
Reger replied: "I looked and found that we only have one bag of salt, which is only enough for daily cooking."
"Forget it.
Just cut it into small strips and dry it.
Eat it while it's drying.
You'll finish it in about ten days."
The noodles arrived in the bowl.
She poured another spoonful of pork bone soup into it, put some chopped garlic leaves picked from the field, and gave it to Jeffrey: "Here, problem child."
There are no chopsticks here, just wooden spoons.
Even if it is silverware, there are no knives and forks in it, only spoons.
Jeffrey picked up the wooden spoon, took a spoonful, and immediately started eating.
"How does it taste?"
Cheng Qianxun asked.
If it tastes good, just cook it like this.
Obviously asking too much, Jeffrey didn't answer at all and just kept eating.
She smiled bitterly: "It seems okay."
When there was a steaming bowl of noodles and pork bone soup, with green garlic leaves on top, and the soup exuded an alluring special aroma, Ted, who had tasted Cheng Qianxun's craftsmanship for the first time, took a spoonful and ate it, and immediately raised his eyebrows.
They all opened: "Oh my god, Cheng, you are simply a genius.
I would rather eat this every day than eat the extremely hard black bread."
"There's a lot of bran in the flour, I hope it doesn't get stuck in your throat."
Cheng Qianxun continued to ladle soup into the bowl of noodles.
No one spoke next, they all ate the noodles from their own wooden bowls with wooden spoons.
After eating, it was time to take a shower.
Fortunately, these people had the habit of taking a shower every day, so there was no need to rush them.
After washing one by one, it was night again, and the day finally passed by again.
Ted carried the quilt to the master bedroom, and everyone unanimously discussed that it was better to sleep in the same room to ensure safety.
"Cheng, do you want to come up and sleep again?"
Sneijder lay on the bed and patted the empty space in the middle with a smile.
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"Hey, if you don't want to sleep, I'll sleep here."
Cheng Qianxun lay on the floor next to the bed.
After lying down, Gordon couldn't help but said: "It's better now.
There are no zombies wandering outside the door.
It's very comfortable."
"That was also exchanged for a table full of silverware and a gold coin."
Rudolph seemed a little worried: "It can't always be this safe.
Satan always has a way to make people outside."
Jeffrey's voice was crisp, but his tone was like an adult: "There are no zombies outside, but there are a group of madmen who will drag us out for a barbecue at any time."
Thinking of the bald man who was burned to death last night, he was tied to the cross and screamed heartbreakingly, with smoke all over his body, and the hot fire was burning and roasting him, but the crowd around the fire was there.
Shout out loud.
It was very enjoyable to watch.
This is simply an era where demons dance wildly, killing their own kind for fun and to gain wealth.
I don’t know if there is no compassion, or if human beings have any heart.
Everyone is still scared.
Now that they have the protection of the church, the villagers outside don't dare to do anything to them.
How can they stay in peace for the rest of their lives?
Without the threat of the lizard-like bald head, everyone fell asleep after thinking for a while.
At dawn, Cheng Qianxun woke up.
She didn't get up too late this time, but she was still the last one.
After she got up, she stood on tiptoe.
She quietly walked out of the door, went to the room filled with clothes in her size, and chose a set to put on.
Look at yourself in the bronze mirror.
A weird outfit, probably someone who plays ssy would never think of wearing it like this.
Wearing leather shoes with wooden heels, the food in this era was not very good.
I didn't expect that the shoes were very close to the high heels of the future.
She walked downstairs slightly holding her floor-length skirt.
Others are already busy.
Regal was chopping wood, which he needed for every meal and for boiling water for the bath.
She walked over and said, "Didn't all the wood be chopped yesterday?
Where did this wood come from?"
Reger picked up a piece and placed it on the wooden stake.
He raised the ax and gave it a light chop.
The wood immediately split into two.
He put wood of any size that could be burned into the basket: "It's the tree in the yard."
Cheng Qianxun looked sideways.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, this is how he destroyed the greening.
There are trees in the yard, about a dozen big trees.
A big tree in the corner of the yard has disappeared, leaving only a new tree stump as big as an arm.
"Two people should use a bucket of bath water at night or use it to wipe the body."
Reger continued to chop wood: "Otherwise, if we continue to use one tree every day, the trees here will soon be cut down, and we will have to go out."
"You haven't had breakfast yet?"
Cheng Qianxun was a little hungry again.
He couldn't wait until he was hungry before doing anything here.
Just lighting the fire may take some time: "I'll get some food."
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"Sneed is working on it."
Reger saw that the ax was no longer sharp, so he went to the stone next to it and started sharpening it: "Eat oatmeal in the morning."
Cheng Qianxun looked around: "Where are the others?"
Reger sharpened the ax and said: "Rudolph went to get dried meat.
Gordon and Ted went to feed the livestock.
As for Jeffrey, God knows where he is, maybe he is playing.
I just hope he doesn't kill those chickens.
And the sheep, by the way, the cows need to be milked, the calves can’t finish the milk, and the cows are crying, go and get a bucket of milk.”
Milking, Cheng Qianxun grimaced: "I don't know how."
"Try it."
Reger sharpened the ax and stood up, continuing to chop wood.
Everyone was working, so she couldn't just wait to eat.
So he found a clean bucket and walked to the cow.
When the cow saw the bucket in her hand, she immediately said "moo" to her.
It seemed that she was indeed suffering from swelling.
"Okay, okay, this shouldn't be difficult.
There are strong winds and waves, so this is not easy."
Cheng Qianxun stared at the cow that was about the same height as her.
Why did this behemoth look like a monster?
She looked around and saw a small wooden stool next to her, so she took it and placed it in front of the cow's belly.
Then she sat down and placed the bucket under the cow's belly.
Beef is delicious, but live cows are very smelly.
The key thing now is not the smell, but how to get the milk out of it "Hey, I'll help you solve the problem.
Don't move or kick me."
After she said to the cow, she mustered up the courage, stretched out her hand, pinched a fleshy grape under the big water bag, and carefully Watch.
There seemed to be holes on it, but how could the milk come out of the holes?
Could it be sucked?
There were advertisements on TV.
After the cows stood firm, the staff picked up a transparent glass container and covered the milk, then sucked it.
The milk came out gurglingly.
How to do it?
She squeezed it, and a thin stream of milky white milk spurted out, making her face wet.
She looked so embarrassed.
"Hahaha..."
Laughter came from the side, and there were more than two.
Ted and Gordon appeared out of nowhere and laughed loudly by the cattle fence, making Cheng Qianxun even more embarrassed: