To raise the fire and cook for rice? How can I burn so much smoke? It’s like a fire! The leaders are sweating wildly.

Zhu Yuanzhang also felt a little dizzy, and he angrily said to the cave: "Come out! This is the critical moment of the village's crisis. Everyone is trying hard to deceive the court. What mess are you doing for me?"

His angry shout obviously scared Zhang Yingxian in the cave. After a while, the figure in the smoke flashed and Zhang Yingxian's figure flashed out of the cave.

Everyone looked closely and saw that she was wearing the set of lady's clothes she liked to wear the most. This was the only silk-made clothes she wore when she went up the mountain. Outside this high-end clothes, there was a dirty apron wrapped around the apron, with a black stain on the left and the right.

There were also a few black stains on her pretty little face, and her face was smoked, so she was a little black and messy. There were a few hairs on her left side, slightly yellow and curly, as if they were burned by flames.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yuanzhang said angrily.

"I... I'm going to raise the fire..." Zhang Yingxian felt a little trembling when she saw her man angry, and quickly explained: "I did it like Qiuye who usually does it, ignited the wood and stuffed it into the stove... For some reason, a lot of smoke suddenly came out, and even the chimney couldn't be put out... Cough... I choked me to death. If these cigarettes were left in the cave, I couldn't cook, so I took a fan and fanned the cigarette out of the hole... Well... That's it... Really, if you don't believe me, go into the hole and see. There was no cigarette in the hole, and I was fanned out..."

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

The leaders: “…”

Li Chujiu's wife was also watching the fun in the crowd, so she hurried over and asked in a low voice: "How did you raise the fire? Do you light dead leaves first and then add firewood?"

"What? Are there so many things to pay attention to? I stuff them all into the stove together!" Zhang Yingxian said and raised her hand. Everyone noticed that she was still holding a cypress branch in her hand, with some green cypress leaves on the branches: "This kind of branch is so fragrant when it is burned. I think the rice cooked with it must be very fragrant, so I stuffed it into the stove more."

The leaders: “…”

People with a little common sense know that raising fires must be in a certain order. First, ignite flammable dead leaves or small branches. After the flames rise, put large pieces of firewood into it so that the flames can rise high and there is less smoke. If large pieces of firewood or difficult-to-ignite things are piled together to ignite the fire, it will be difficult for the flames to rise and produce a large amount of smoke.

Moreover, cypress branches are the most smoke-producing thing. This kind of branch is very useful when making bacon. If you stuff it a little in the stove, a lot of thick smoke will run out. Of course, this thing is indeed very fragrant, and the smoked meat will also have the fragrance of cypress. (In later generations, people who make sausage and bacon, mostly use cypress branches.)

"Sister-in-law...you...you do this and you will make yourself bacon..." The leaders of the leaders sweated.

"Ah?" Zhang Yingji was stunned and quickly put his hand to his nose and smelled it: "Huh... I smell really a bit of bacon? But I raise the fire to make porridge, how could it smell like this?"

Everyone was sweating.

Li Chujiu's wife looked back and saw that Brother Zhu's face looked a little ugly. She quickly pulled Zhang Yingxian and whispered: "Sister-in-law, stop talking here... Everyone will laugh at me. Brother Zhu's body is so tired that he will be embarrassed. Come with me in the cave, and I will teach you to raise the fire..."

The two women held hands and crawled back to the cave where the smoke was rolling. After a while, the smoke became less. It seemed that Li Chujiu's wife took care of the messy branches in the stove and finally changed the situation of burning smoke to an open flame.

"It's outrageous!" Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was a bit ugly: "When it's so important, let me make a fuss!"

"Brother... Forget it, my sister-in-law is from a rich lady, so it is reasonable to know how to do housework." Wang Er and Psycho Saburo knew what Zhang Yingxian was from, so she came over to persuade her quickly.

Li Chujiu also came over and whispered, "Brother, why isn't Qiuye's sister-in-law cooking today? Is it because I'm a sister-in-law cooking?" It turned out that the leaders of the village called Zhu Yuanzhang's two wives, and Zhang Yingxian belonged to the original wife, and everyone called her eldest sister-in-law, but Qiuye was different. At first, she was just a maid, so many people called her Qiuye directly, and later suddenly became Zhu Yuanzhang's wife. Everyone added the word "sister-in-law" to the name, so they became Qiuye's sister-in-law.

When Li Chujiu mentioned Qiuye, the anger on Zhu Yuanzhang's face slowed down and said lightly: "Qiuye is pregnant, I told her not to do housework, and to change to Yingxian. Unexpectedly... This guy played this for me on the first day."

"Ah? Sister Qiuye is pregnant? Hahaha! This is really...congratulations to Brother Zhu!"

"Wow, congratulations to Brother Zhu!"

"Congratulations... Brother Zhu has a back now, haha, it's a son."

The leaders around the side surrounded each other, and sincere smiles appeared on everyone's faces. In the last life, whenever Zhu Yuanzhang had a son, a large group of ministers would come to congratulate him, saying something like happy dragon son, something like inheriting the country and saying something like a stable country, and those words were all empty words and nonsense, and there was no seriousness in it.

But this time, the simple villagers would not raise their son to that level, but sincerely congratulate him on having descendants, and the feelings in this are not false.

"We should all give a wish today!" Wang Er caught a soldier and said with a smile: "You go to my house and ask my wife to carry our rice bags. Today we will cook a few big pots of porridge and let's have a banquet."

The soldier responded and went to find Yingshanhong.

Everyone laughed: "Haha, it should be done by men for carrying rice bags. Wang Er, you actually asked your wife to do it. Are you doing this by men?"

"Tsk, I'll say, I'm more useful than the ones you marry." Wang Er said proudly: "Take bricks and rice to fight, my wife can do everything, unlike you ladies who can't do anything except cooking and taking care of children."

"But our wife didn't look like that!" Everyone laughed.

"What's wrong with that? I just like it!" Wang Er also smiled.

It seems that the fact that Brother Zhu’s happy to have a son has brought the leader’s emotions, and everyone has relaxed.

After a while, Yingshanhong actually carried a rice bag, and Qiuye also came back. Many leaders returned to their cave and carried the stored food over. Everyone sat on the ground outside Zhu Yuanzhang's cave and said auspicious words to Qiuye together. Qiuye blushed and had to stay aside and not speak.

The leaders moved the rice bags into Zhu Yuanzhang's cave and handed them over to Zhang Yingxian to cook porridge.

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little worried: "Look at how she was raising the fire, could it be done to cook porridge? Don't waste food."

"What's the difficulty of cooking porridge? Adding rice with water, just the word "cooking" can happen? What's more, Li Chujiu's wife is watching from the side, and nothing can happen." Wang Er said with a smile.

This is... Zhu Yuanzhang was originally a big man, and he was not in the mood to take care of such small things, so he stopped asking questions and talked about the things in the village with the leaders.

After a long time, Zhang Yingxian and Li Chujiu's wife walked out with a big pot of porridge. The leaders laughed: "Isn't this cooked? I've eaten porridge, haha, it's a pity that there is no wine in our village, otherwise we would have to make a big fuss. Today, we will use porridge instead of wine to celebrate Brother Zhu's happy to win a son."

Although Zhang Yingxian's face was smoked black, she was a little blushing under her black face. This was the first time she had cooked in her life. Although the main job was done by Li Chujiu's wife, she was also responsible for part of it. The failure to raise the fire just now made a big mistake, which made Zhu Yuanzhang a little angry. Zhang Yingxian was also quite nervous. At this time, she hoped that this bowl of porridge would make Zhu Yuanzhang change his view of her.

She spooned a bowl of porridge excitedly, handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang a little embarrassedly, and whispered: "My husband, try it...I... made it very seriously..."

Zhu Yuanzhang did not notice the worries of her little daughter at all. In fact, only Zhang Yingxian would have these worries in the whole village, because other women have some thick leaves and big branches, only Zhang Yingxian is a good-born family, and she has leisure and leisure to think about the worries of the little woman.

He took the porridge bowl, blew it a few times, and blew the porridge cold.

The leaders also added a bowl to themselves. The heroes formed a circle, raised the bowl of porridge and touched it, laughed three times, and poured the porridge into their mouths boldly...

"oops……"

"Wow……"

"My mother, this porridge is so salty..."

"I'm so alright..."

"What kind of porridge is this?"

"How did it be done like this?"

The leaders bowed their heads together, and the sound of spitting out porridge sounded.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt that his mouth was sprinkled with a handful of sea salt, which was so salty that it was so salty that his whole tongue lost its sense of taste. He was furious: "What are you doing? Is this porridge that people eat? How much salt did you put?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yingxian was startled when she saw Zhu Yuanzhang getting angry again, and said with a little aggrieved: "I didn't put it randomly... The sister-in-law of the Li family said to me, it was just right to put a spoonful of salt, so I listened to her and put a spoonful of it."

"Hmm? What size spoon are you using?" asked Ayama Hong.

Zhang Yingxian pointed to the pot and said seriously: "It's this spoon..."

The leaders turned around and saw that the spoon that Zhang Yingxian pointed at was actually a rice spoon...

Everyone was speechless... Oh my God... Can rice spoon be used to add salt? How can this spoon and the spoon used to add seasonings be confused? My God!
Chapter completed!