After breakfast, we have to continue working.
Eggs need to be picked up, dried meat needs to be washed, and vegetables need to be picked.
It is impossible to cook everything here and bring it to the table, nor can it be hired by an hourly worker.
Half of the people in the fields picked cabbages, tomatoes, and beans that were ripe enough to eat; half of the people dug potatoes.
Everyone is in the yard, watching over each other.
Sometimes I think about it, living is just to be busy waiting to die, but they are waiting to die faster, and there are more accidents.
After picking a half-red tomato and putting it into the bucket, Cheng Qianxun straightened up and slapped his sore waist with his hand.
Such tomatoes can be picked and left in the room for a day or two until they become completely red.
You can eat them now or when they are ripe.
Facing the cemetery and looking at the place where Ted was buried, she really hoped that Ted would emerge from the soil again just like the day before yesterday.
Even if the current situation is that it is better for one to die, people always hope that good people should have a good ending.
"Don't look anymore."
Rudolph was really dressed like a farmer now.
He was digging potatoes with a hoe not far away.
He came down with the hoe and broke up some mud.
Then Gordon pulled up the potatoes completely. tossed aside, while Jeffrey tossed the thrown potatoes into the basket.
Rudolph walked a little closer and continued to throw with the hoe: "Ted will probably not survive, his head has been taken off.
If he is resurrected, he will not become a monster with a head in medieval legends."
"Let's talk about this again."
Jeffrey threw the potatoes into the basket bitterly: "If you are burned to death, I will grease you with oil so that nothing will be left."
Gordon grabbed the potato stem with both hands and pulled it out hard.
He gasped slightly and said, "How long do you two want to finish fighting?"
"Anyway, I'm waiting."
Jeffrey rummaged through the pulled out potato roots for stems.
He was also slightly out of breath and looked at Rudolph with hatred: "If someone accuses us of a wizard here again, it must be your work.
I can't find a chicken and hang the informant letter around its neck.
Let it flap its wings and fly to report.”
Gordon stared, but Regel, who was leaning on the tree trunk nearby and watching, disagreed: "Just let them argue.
At least they have something to do.
Whether it's writing a letter of accusation or digging into a dog hole, they don't have time to do it. ” Regal couldn't help with this work.
As long as he applied a little force with his fingers, the tomatoes would break and the potatoes would be dug.
At this time, Sneijder, who had picked up eggs, came over.
Cheng Qianxun asked: "How many did you pick up today?"
"Not bad.
There are six.
Exactly one for each person."
Sneijder showed the eggs in the small basket.
One for each person, really just right.
Even the eggs were calculated for them.
Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly and couldn't help but look towards the cemetery.
After moving all the ingredients he found to the kitchen, Reger stepped forward and took the basket from Cheng Qianxun's hand.
"Thank you" Cheng Qianxun thanked him.
Then Reger took the potato basket from Gordon's hand and walked forward easily.
Jeffrey, who was carrying a basket of beans, shouted, "Get some for me, too."
"Your basket is the lightest.
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It only weighs about two kilograms.
It's not a man to let others carry it."
Rudolf, who was holding a small basket of cabbage, cursed: "Take it, otherwise you will be full of bad ideas if you are idle."
"I'm not even grown up.
You're a man, you're only a little taller than me.
I really don't know how someone like you can survive until now."
Jeffrey retorted, implying that Rudolph didn't rely on physical strength.
Made it till now.
Rudolf became more and more embarrassed: "At least I'm taller than you now.
Before you tell others, let's see how I survived until now."
They were noisy all the way into the house, and only stopped when they reached the kitchen.
"I'll fry the eggs."
Sneijder put the eggs on the table.
"Poached eggs require more oil, so it's better to boil eggs, which are healthy and not wasteful."
Rudolph suggested.
Cheng Qianxun raised the tomato and said to everyone: "I have a better proposal."
A batch of brown bread has been baked.
There is a special oven with a fire underneath, and two can be baked at a time.
Reger easily took out the tray containing nearly twenty kilograms of black bread and placed it on the ground to cool down.
Rudolph's butter and white cream are also ready, and you can eat them tonight.
"It smells so good."
Jeffrey stood next to Cheng Qianxun, his nose twitching all the time.
"It's almost ready."
Cheng Qianxun cooked tomato scrambled eggs.
Purely natural, pesticide-free tomatoes plus grass-fed eggs and lard.
The fried eggs were of course fragrant: "There is no sugar, otherwise it would be more delicious.
I have tomato scrambled eggs."
All with added sugar.”
Sneijder was holding an iron pot next to him and making pancakes, a bit like Shandong pancakes.
Today they finally had lunch, which was a little tomato scrambled egg and fragrant pancakes for each person.
It can be eaten rolled or directly.
"Oh, it's so delicious."
Everyone ate with joy.
Cheng Qianxun said while eating: "There are a few pear trees in the yard.
Let's pick some pears and come back in the afternoon."
Something happened again in the afternoon, everyone went to pick pears together.
In a corner of the yard, near the cemetery, there are three or four pear trees, which are already bearing fruit and some are ripe.
"Stand still, throw one down quickly."
Everyone raised their heads slightly.
Jeffrey stood on the ladder, reached out and picked one, wiped it on his body, took a bite first, and then took two more bites.
"How does it taste?
Throw it down quickly!"
Gordon shouted.
Rudolf said sinisterly: "You can tell how it tastes by looking at the way he eats it."
"You bastard," Regel scolded angrily, "If you continue to focus on yourself, I will kick the ladder over."
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"Okay, okay."
Jeffrey stuffed the half-eaten pears into his mouth and started picking them.
The pear was thrown down.
Sneijder took it and handed it to Cheng Qianxun, smiling and saying: "Try it."
Cheng Qianxun smiled gratefully, picked it up and took a small bite.
It's a little bitter, but still sweet, and it's much smaller than a pear.
"These are enough.
How can we eat so many pears and we can't sell them?"
Reger raised his head and shouted to Jeffrey on the tree.
It was already a big basket.
Only then did Jeffrey get off the ladder.
Reger also picked up a pear, but he didn't dare to take it directly.
Instead, he held the black handle on the pear with two fingers and took a bite: "How do people who know this eat fruits?"
"Eat it how you want, just eat it like this."
Sneijder replied, and then thought about it: "Is it cooking?"
"Well, the nobles need to burn the fruit before they eat it.
Eating it directly is considered something the lower class does."
Regel said while chewing: "They think the fruit is a feminine thing and needs to be cooked before eating.
So cut it into slices , then sprinkle it with salt and hot pepper and roast it on the fire until it is neutralized so that you will not get sick after eating it.
Even the common people would roast the pears on branches or iron spits before eating them.
Most of the vegetables they eat raw” Vegetables are treated as fruits, fruits are treated as vegetables, and whether they are real or fake, the fruits are roasted to a pulp with salt and pepper.
I really don’t know what they taste like.
They must not be delicious.
The pepper at this time was very expensive, so it was wasted like this. . .
Everyone's mouths twitched again.
Anyway, today I was exposed to thunder again and again.
I didn't take a shower and ate grilled fruit with salt and pepper.
This is something that modern people can hardly imagine.
It was time to go back and prepare dinner.
When walking towards the house and passing the cemetery, Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but look at the piece of soil.
Still no movement there
Cheng Qianxun murmured to himself: "Ted died during the day for the first time, and was resurrected during the day the next day.
He also died during the day yesterday, and it should be about the same time now."
But Ted still hasn't crawled out, so he probably really won't survive.
"Maybe the burn was too severe this time and it needs more time to repair."
Sneijder comforted.
Rudolf said softly: "If he doesn't come out until tomorrow morning, we can dig it up and take a look."
Another way is to do it yourself instead of waiting.
Everyone nodded in agreement on this point When he got to the kitchen, the first thing Cheng Qianxun did was to dig out the pear flesh and start to chop it.
"What is this for?"
Sneijder asked curiously.
"There is no sugar."
Cheng Qianxun wrapped the chopped pear flesh in cloth and squeezed out the juice: "Just use pear juice.
The borscht should taste better."
"Well, there is sugar in pear juice, so it should be fine."
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Sneijder also helped to make it.
Sure enough, the soup tastes much better than before, but it's a little troublesome.
In response, he would break his legs just to eat.
After eating, you cannot take a shower.
Seeing Cheng Qianxun pouring a basin of hot water, he threw a clean cloth in and prepared to carry it to the bathroom.
Reger immediately reminded: "You can't even wipe yourself.
At most, use a dry cloth to rub it."
Thinking of a charming female aristocrat, she rubbed her body with a dry cloth, and the dirt on her body fell like rain.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is enough to turn people off.
No wonder the European perfume industry is so developed.
It turns out that it is to cover up the stinky smell.
No wonder the Chinese, who liked to take baths frequently, regarded Europeans of the same period as barbarians.
"At least wash your butt."
Cheng Qianxun finally expressed his thoughts and immediately blushed.
Most women in this era must have suffered from gynecological diseases and never bathed in their lives.
Pigs rolling around in dung piles on the mud floor were much cleaner than princes and nobles.
The men immediately laughed, and Sneijder laughed and shook his head: "I'll wash some parts of it later, otherwise I really can't stand it.
Just go away if you smell bad.
I already smell a little smell on my body.
It's only been a day." " Rudolf smiled bitterly and said: "Perhaps I don't have to be murdered by a boy who spits shit.
I will be stunk to death by the smell of my own body."
"That's best."
Jeffrey rolled his eyes, then opened his clothes and sniffed inside.
He immediately frowned and looked disgusted: "Oh, I smell all over my body.
I don't know how many days it will take for you to What would these adults with more developed hair follicles smell like?”
At this time, everyone laughed again.
Even if they don't live long, they should still smile as much as possible.
After death, there will be no chance to laugh
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