The weather is hot, and stewing turtle soup will make people's nostrils bleed and make people angry.

So Yang Ruoqing raised the old turtle first and planned to wait until it rained before stewing it.

I took the time to go to Tianxiang Tower with Luo Fengtang in several places in Qing'an County to inspect the situation. When I came back, I went to Xu Mang's place for a small gathering. By the time I returned to the village again, a few days had passed.

The roadside is full of paddy fields, and the newly planted seedlings are gently swaying in the wind. Looking from a distance, the field of vision is full of green, setting off a green ripple, as magnificent as the sea, which makes people open-minded and happy.

Pleasure.

Yang Ruoqing did not stay in the carriage, but came to the front and sat side by side with Luo Fengtang, who was driving the carriage. The speed was relatively slow, so the oil-paper umbrella in her hand was held firmly, spreading a cool shade over the heads of the two of them.

When passing by a gurgling ditch nearby, Yang Ruoqing suddenly pointed somewhere: "Tangyaozi, look, the man sitting over there is Brother Jie from our village?"

Brother Jie is the son of Zhu Dafu, an old carpenter in Changping Village.

Zhu Dafu is good at carpentry, and the furniture he makes is both practical and exquisite. Whenever someone from ten miles and eight villages gets married or has a daughter-in-law, they like to ask him to help make furniture.

Zhu Dafu relied on his skillful hands to feed his family. Even during the lean years every year, Zhu Dafu and his family did not have to go hungry.

Because of this, the three sons of Zhu Dafu's family all married wives at the right age.

Even the younger son Jie Ge, who had his brain damaged due to a knock in his childhood and was a little confused when he grew up, got married and started a business. His wife was a girl from Jinjia Village in front of him. She was pregnant when she entered the house and was about to give birth.

Following Yang Ruoqing's guidance, Luo Fengtang looked over and nodded: "It is indeed Brother Jie."

"It's noon, why are you sitting there if Brother Jie doesn't go home for dinner?" Yang Ruoqing muttered, patting Luo Fengtang on the shoulder: "Stop a moment, I'll go over and ask."

We all live in the same village. Brother Jie is not very bright. Zhu Dafu is very popular in the village. The Luo family and the Yang family have also asked him to make furniture. Yang Ruoqing needs to go over and ask about the situation both in public and private matters.

Luo Fengtang stopped the car and Yang Ruoqing jumped out and came to the ditch.

The water in the ditch flows from the pond at the entrance of the village. It goes all the way down the channel. When it reaches a corner, there is a corner. Due to the slope problem, the water flow is very fast. The water upstream flows down quickly and hits the rocks below, gurgling.

Soaking is like boiling water in a pot, it is very joyful.

Brother Jie was guarding here with his legs crossed. There was a bamboo basket beside him, with a piece of red cloth hanging on top of the basket.

At this time, the red cloth was lifted, revealing neatly arranged noodles and eggs.

There were many broken noodles scattered on the ground outside the basket.

When Yang Ruoqing came over, she happened to see Brother Jie grabbing an egg and smashing it on the ground. He broke open the shell and poured the yolk and egg liquid into the rushing water. The yolk tumbled and went straight down the rushing water...

Brother Jie buried his head, grabbed the eggs in the basket and continued to knock them...

Yang Ruoqing was stunned by his operation.

"Brother Jie, what are you doing?"

Brother Jie recognized Yang Ruoqing and grinned at her: "I'll cook noodles for my wife and crack some more poached eggs..."

Forehead……

Can egg noodles be cooked this way?

It seems that she is ignorant...
Chapter completed!