Last Age: Space in Hand

There were many geese and chickens, and there were also many eggs. It was easy to see how big the geese were. Such as grey earth wrapping egg, salty duck egg, homemade egg and so on. When cooking in the farmhouse, put the salted duck egg on the rice, cooked, cut in half, egg yolks, look at the appetite.

Peanut, chestnut, corn, sweet potato... A lot. And other snacks they make out of these, such as peanuts!

The dried peanuts tasted sweet when they were eaten raw, so they were fried in hot oil until they were crisp. They were fished out, accompanied by sugar or salt, which men liked to eat when they were drinking.

Don't just look at the products sold in the supermarket, when you make the South Pumpkin Fruit, the taste is like the fragrance of fully prepared food. Give the pumpkin to the cannon, cut into pieces, cut into silk to dry. Mix with homemade ground powder, repeatedly a few times, during the period add salt sugar, etc. After cooling, knead into a ball, put it on the roof where it is soft and suitable to bask. The longer you bask in the sun, the harder it tastes and the more it affects the taste. If you don't have enough time to bask in the sun, you will become very sticky and difficult to preserve. The prepared pumpkin fruit had the sweetness of pumpkin and could be eaten directly or sliced into pieces and fried for a while on top of hot oil. It had a burnt smell. When free, it could be eaten while watching TV.

And the seasonings they made themselves, the chili oil, the pickled vegetables, the chili sauce, the peanut butter, the watermelon sauce, the soy sauce … It was truly rich! The chili concoction was the easiest, but the delicious food wasn't that easy to cook. The pickled vegetables were even more fragrant than vinegar. Normally, there would only be a few drops of egg drop on the cake. It was so fragrant when you ate it. The main ingredient of the Mysterious Congee was the juice left over from eating the pickled vegetables. After pouring the juice into the wok, everyone boiled and shrunk the juice. After cooking, there was only a small amount left. However, the sour taste was completely different. You don't need any seasonings, but you have to be careful not to touch the oil.

The village chief was so happy, his old face was already smiling from ear to ear. He thought about having a drink tonight, but then thought that he still had business to attend to tomorrow, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. After he finished, he had a drink with everyone.

Guo Lin took out some money from her bag and handed it over to the village chief. She didn't find any change, but handed it over to him instead. After discussing with the Village Chief, she found that during this period of time, the Village Chief had helped him by giving him a large red packet. When the Village Chief heard this, he was even happier. His eyes shone with a joyful light.

Afterwards, he and the village chief went to the other houses in the village. Guo Lin picked the ones she liked and accepted them all. He bought all the chickens, ducks, pigs and goats. After paying the bill, he called for people to bring them to the Village Head's house and opened fire the next day. The village was not very big, and the village chief was the one in charge. There was no need to call out prices, and Guo Lin paid very quickly as well. As for the dishes, he told the villagers to pick them early in the morning, wash them, and pay.

After that, the Village Chief found a few women who loved to clean up, clean hands and feet, and prepared delicious meals. They would prepare the dishes for the next day, as well as washing the vegetables and cutting the vegetables. After Guo Lin saw them, she felt that they were not bad, so she told them about her request and the salary she had paid them.

When the village women heard this, they all felt happy. In the end, he still asked Guo Lin what she looked like. The dishes were good. First, Guo Lin explained, it's about hygiene. You have to clean yourself, your hair, your hands, and so on. Next, we have to diversify our tastes and make them taste better. The final quantity was more, he couldn't have just ordered a few dishes every day, right?

After the village woman heard this, she felt happy. This was easy, but difficult. She might not know a thousand things, but she did know a hundred and eighty things.

That night, Guo Lin called for the village chief to eat a fragrant farmhouse meal. He ate until he was full. Especially since that pig's feet were so delicious, and he had eaten quite a bit from the mushroom stew! In the end, he didn't return to the east gate town to stay at the hotel and instead stayed at the Village Head's house. The smell of sunflowers filled the air. Guo Lin had a good night's sleep, and after the apocalypse, she could no longer enjoy it.

The next day, Guo Lin woke up early and took some exercise. It had been a long time since she had exercised her body, so she still felt a bit uncomfortable with it. His body was being nourished by the spring water in the space, but it still needed some time. She didn't need to practice as fast as she could. It looked like she would need to train more in the following month.

Try to exercise your body to its best. On the way to the base, for why not go directly to the safe base before the end of the day. Guo Lin had also thought about it. In order to become a large-scale base, she would have to go through a process of annexation, constantly restructuring herself and gaining absolute control. Guo Lin no longer wished to live a life of freedom like she had in her previous life.

Or after the end of the day, about a few months later (the road is broken and the road is blocked by Zombie). At that time, the base would have more than a million people. The management of the base would be lax, and they would be able to fill in the blanks.

Not long after, the village chief came to call for him. Due to yesterday's interaction, the Village Head's daughter called Guo Lin cordially. This was something that she had never experienced as a commando in her previous life. As she spoke, the villagers had already picked up all the dishes and were going to use their own scales.

"Great sir, I don't trust you. The villagers are all simple people, how can I not trust them?" "Just take responsibility, there's one thing. If it's bad, I don't want it." Guo Lin waved her hand.

"Alright, since you are my daughter, you can trust me. "Then I'll ask my son to read it. Every family will write it down in a book. I'll let you have a look at it when the time comes." The Village Chief was delighted by Guo Lin's trust, which was the best praise he could give her.

The village chief led Guo Lin out the door. The villagers who had promised to help the day before were all there. Guo Lin took a look and nodded in satisfaction. They all cleaned themselves up, not because they were beautiful, but because they were neat and tidy. Guo Lin was completely at ease now. She went to her truck alone, opened the door, and asked for a few sets. She added one of her own and put them in a large box to help him out. Opening the box, she beckoned the village chief and a set was provided for each of them. All 30 or so of them brought their clothes over to their hands.

Guo Lin held a set of clothes in her hand and showed them how to wear a chef's uniform, a hat, and a mask. Needless to say, once the 30 plus people put them on, they would stand in front of the roots and feel completely different. It was as if the soldiers in the army had agreed to wear camouflage clothing. The other villagers who were busy at the side looked to the side one after another.

"To be honest, it's really quite pretty to be dressed in white!"

"Of course, it's the same for the people in the city!"

Because rural people are busy all day long, their clothes are filthy at night, strange and hard to wash. Very few people wear white clothes.

Seeing the Village Chief's expression, Guo Lin couldn't help but be envious of him. She thought that since the Village Chief had helped her so much, it wasn't worth much. She gave the set she was holding to the village head.

When the Village Chief saw that he too had the same smile on his face, he was overjoyed and pleased with himself as he put it on. Ye Zichen pulled his sleeves and waved his hat, while his bright eyes nearly narrowed into slits. He led Guo Lin to the ancestral hall they had discussed yesterday. There was a huge pot in there, and the seats were big enough for them to set up. In addition, the village chief went from house to house and borrowed a stove knife. The cutting board was all brought from their own home. Some of them even brought the seasonings that they thought were delicious. Guo Lin had long since prepared all sorts of oils and salts.

This was because every year, when the village offered sacrifices to the ancestors, there would always be a meal set up for the entire village to eat together. The Village Head had organized it countless times. It was like a general leading his men to war. Who cut vegetables, who helped, who went to the rice pudding. Pointing at a few men, slaughtering pigs, chickens and the like … He placed the prepared ingredients onto the table. He was going to take whatever the chef wanted.

Everyone was busy with their work. Guo Lin called a few of the more energetic ones to help her carry all the large boxes out of the car. After she opened it, he found some towels, chopsticks, gloves, and the like inside. The most common type was the lunchbox. It was a simple and sealed lunchbox that could accommodate three to four people. Guo Lin, on the other hand, had sold tens of thousands in one go.

A few nimble women were called in, wearing gloves, and putting the already cooked dishes into the lunchboxes one by one. There was only one dish in each box, and it was filled to the brim, but it would not leak out. Once it was packed, he covered the lunchbox and wiped the corners of the lunchbox. If the broth drips onto it, you must wipe it clean. In the end, put a live joint in a bag and put it in the original box. It was the same for the rice, but it had to be pressed with a spoon. He had to fill it up as much as possible and add a pair of chopsticks to the bag. It was so simple, the villagers understood immediately.

Every spoon had its own special dish, and once they made an agreement with each other, they would take out their unique skill and try their best not to repeat the same dish. The only thing Guo Lin asked for was the specialties of the farmers. The amount of food she stir-fried each time was not much, only enough to fill a few boxes of food.

Guo Lin sat nearby. Every time the dishes were cooked, Guo Lin thought they were still alright, so she would let the dishes cook a few more times. A dozen or so people were doing their best, sweating profusely. They used spare towels to wipe the sweat off and went back to work.

Guo Lin was enjoying her meal. What small stir-fried rape, stir-fried cucumber, especially refreshing, crisp. Chicken leg eggplant, Mab bean curd, fried tofu, boiled tofu, spicy potato shredded, hand torn cabbage, spicy chicken pieces, etc. Pork alone could be used to make many dishes, such as stewed pig's feet, fried beef belly with chili, fried pig's blood, pig's kidney, pig's ears, pig's tail, pork butts with plum blossoms, pork meat on the east side, fried shredded pork with pickled vegetables, and so on.

As a result, every household in the village had pigs and some poultry. Guo Lin bought all of them except the ones she wanted. Donggou Village, surrounded by mountains on all four sides. The land resources were very abundant, and the farmers were all very diligent. Every house weighed several acres of vegetable land, and they were all well-groomed. They were all ordinary side dishes, but there were also a lot of the general category. Usually, the villagers' main source of income was selling vegetables. Thus, one could imagine that the dishes, the meat, would not be insufficient.