Chapter 717 Barley's Morning

In the mornings of the villages in the plains at the foot of the mountains, there are always the chirping of insects and birds, and of course the smell of fireworks that farmers should have.

The sky is bright, the sun has just risen, and the light shines through the morning mist, dreamy and blurred. The dew on the wheat branches is crystal clear, trembling and dripping with the breeze.

Wang Yan wore a baseball cap on his head, which pressed down his hair that had become a mess. He was wearing sportswear and sneakers. After a long sprint on the asphalt road in the wheat field, he gradually slowed down until he stopped completely.

Panting a little, Wang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the data on the sports software. He ran 20 kilometers in 45 minutes and a pace of 225. He opened the browser and searched the world record for the half marathon, which was 57 minutes and 31 seconds.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, stretched his arms and legs, and stretched in a standing position.

On a whim, he ran with almost all his strength. Since he had tested his body in his company and found that it was beyond the acceptable range of ordinary people, he never had a physical examination again, because it was too shocking, which was obviously not good, and he himself could not complete a comprehensive physical examination independently, so he just left it that way.

The same is true for daily sports, there are always people watching, in order to avoid attracting too much attention, he also performs at the level of an athlete.

The Yunmiao Village where he is now is different. It is relatively remote and has a small population. Even the locals in the village rarely run so far to the wheat field at five o'clock, which is of course very convenient for him to run wildly.

Although the timing of the mobile phone may have some deviations, it is actually not that much. At most, it is about ten seconds, and the error is within 200 meters. If this result is announced, it will definitely cause an uproar.

And although he is almost at full strength, he is not really at full strength. He is running at a constant speed to the greatest extent, and he tries to run as fast and as long as his body can support it. In other words, he still has the energy to run another 20 kilometers at the same speed.

As for the strong burst sprint, he did not measure it, because that is more concerned with the number after the decimal point, but it is definitely within eight seconds. This is much higher than the world record of 9.58 seconds, because at this level, improving by one millisecond is extremely difficult.

After walking for a while and calming down his blood, Wang Yan started boxing on the deserted road. Huhuhuhei and moving around, ending a day's daily exercise and starting a normal day.

When he returned to the village, it was not yet seven o'clock.

At the restaurant at the entrance of the village, as Yang Guanjun said last night, there was a restaurant called "Yiwei" with a big steamer in front of it, and hot steam was rising. If I guessed correctly, the boss of this restaurant should be called ‘Yiwei’…

Wang Yan walked over and asked, “Boss, what are the fillings of the buns?”

“There are only two types: braised pork and beef, and there are also steamed buns without fillings.” The boss came out from inside and introduced the prices of their restaurant to Wang Yan. At the same time, he opened the steamer so that Wang Yan could see the size of the buns.

The buns were normal buns, not too big or too small. Wang Yan took a look and said with a smile: "Bring me a tray of braised pork and beef, and some side dishes."

The boss was packing the buns and asked with a smile: "I haven't seen you before? Are you new here? Do you live in the courtyard? I have tofu pudding and soy milk here, do you want any?"

"Yes. Two more bowls of tofu pudding."

"Then I won't charge you for the side dishes. Ours is very good, but it's blocked by the outside. Otherwise, we can be popular here. You have to have fun. If you don't have fun, it's a pity. If you need help, you can find me. This backyard is where I live. I'm always here. Oh, by the way, you can also come to my house for dinner. My cooking skills are very good, so I'll give you a 10% discount."

After packing the buns, the boss got a small plastic bag and put all kinds of pickles he made into it. He was quite generous.

Wang Yan believed that the other restaurants would probably say the same thing and make the same choice. This should be what the bosses had discussed before. No one wants more tourists than those who open their doors to do business.

Perhaps Xie Zhiyao, a college student who has returned home, and Huang Xinxin, a college student village official who is stationed in the village, are also present to communicate. After all, from what is shown in the play, these two people together represent the collective will of the villagers of Yunmiao Village. Although there are still some messy things that drag down the team, overall, these two people are the masters of Yunmiao Village.

"Then tomorrow at noon, I'll come over to try it, and order four dishes and one soup from you first." Wang Yan smiled and nodded, "Okay, boss, there are too many pickles, it can be eaten for three meals."

"I make this pickle very delicious, you will know when you go back." The boss filled some more and said, "Just come tomorrow, and make it as ordered."

"I'm just afraid that some of the ingredients will not be available when I order the dishes. Don't worry, boss, I don't have any dietary restrictions, and I will definitely come over and just cook your specialty. In this way, I will transfer another hundred to you as a deposit, and I will come over at about eleven o'clock tomorrow at noon."

While speaking, Wang Yan scanned the code and paid for the breakfast together.

The boss grinned: "Just wait and see, I will definitely satisfy you."

Wang Yan took the steamed buns and pickles with a smile, held them in his hand, said hello to the boss, and walked back to the courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, Wang Yan did not see Ma Qiushan getting up early. In this way, it can be inferred that Ma Qiushan should be a night owl. After all, they went back to sleep last night after ten o'clock and less than eleven o'clock. Basically, according to the rest time of adults, they can wake up at about seven o'clock. After all, there is no class, and the whole day is idle, so there will be no energy consumption. Ma Qiushan wants to cultivate his body and mind, so it is inevitable to go to bed early and get up early, get up to eat breakfast, practice Ba Duan Jin or something.

But Ma Qiushan didn't get up, so he didn't get up. Wang Yan felt that this greasy middle-aged man who usually used Nokia in front of people was probably playing with a smartphone at night. The light of the small square frame was shining on his greasy face with a silly smile... Of course, it is not ruled out that he stayed up late to think about the project of a comeback.

Without going back to the house, Wang Yan went straight into the kitchen and saw the back of a long-haired woman in brown loose pajamas, scrubbing the pot.

He deliberately made some noises, and the woman turned around to look at him. Now in front of Wang Yan was a woman with greasy hair, who looked pretty good, with eyes revealing confusion, fatigue, and a bit of a confused and naive look.

Not to mention that Wang Yan could diagnose by observation, just looking at the dark circles under the woman's eyes, he knew that this was a contestant with irregular work and rest for a long time.

He raised the corner of his mouth and showed a friendly smile: "Is this Damai? Hello. I'm Wang Yan, I just came here yesterday."

"Ah? Ah..." Damai was stunned for a moment, "Hello, Wang Yan."

"Are you going to make breakfast?"

"Yes, cook noodles."

Wang Yan patted the buns on the table: "Freshly baked buns from Yiwei Restaurant at the entrance of the village, with braised pork and beef fillings. I bought a lot, let's eat together. Oh, by the way, did you see that bag? It's full of local specialties, just take and eat as you like."

Damai let out a sigh: "Thank you, but I want to eat noodles."

"It doesn't matter, then make more? Let me try it too, and we'll eat together. A day's plan begins in the morning, and breakfast must be eaten well. Let's eat together, and there will be more variety."

After a brief thought, Damai, who was about to go through the "dark day" according to her regular schedule, thought carefully that the braised pork buns at Yiwei Restaurant were still good. She only wandered around the village for two days in the first two days of her arrival because she was used to her bed, and she had eaten the buns there once. Now that I think about it, I really want to eat it. The taste of the pickled vegetables seems to be OK...

After careful consideration, Da Mai nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"Then I'll get some more local specialties and eat more. I wanted to invite you to dinner last night, but Nana said that you are an online writer and can't be disturbed. I was afraid that it would disrupt your thoughts, so I didn't invite you."

"Correction, I am an online writer, I am not a writer. Nana told me on WeChat yesterday that you had to give me duck meat and pig's trotters, thank you. I'll cook noodles."

There was a moment of silence in the box room. Wang Yan cut some more meat platters, and Da Mai waited for the hot water to boil without saying a word.

After a while, Barley seemed to suddenly remember something: "That Wang..."

Looking at the naive woman in her twenties who suddenly got stuck, she was trying to recall, with some embarrassment in her eyes, Wang Yan smiled friendly: "Yan."

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment."

"It's okay. What do you want to say?"

"Do you want eggs? Poached eggs!"

"Two, thank you." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

Barley said, and while the hot water was not yet boiled, she ran to the refrigerator in slippers and took out two eggs, closed the refrigerator door and went back, and knocked two eggs into the pot neatly.

She has cooked noodles and eggs many times, and she has also summed up her experience. When the water is about to boil, turn down the heat and beat the eggs slowly and gently. In this way, the egg liquid will roll together and become a perfect poached egg.

Watching the two eggs gradually take shape in the pot, Barley nodded with satisfaction...

Wang Yan was sitting at the dining table in the back, fiddling with his phone while watching Barley entertaining himself.

This girl is quite interesting, very dull, and she is still the target of the task. In fact, her conditions are quite good, and her level of writing novels should be enough. Because Youfeng Courtyard is remote, the price of the house is not high, 7,500 for three months.

Xie Zhiyao wants more people to come to Yunmiao Village to promote tourism and consumption in Yunmiao Village. On the other hand, the guest rooms also need turnover, which is why Xie Xiaochun said that he decided to renew the lease half a month in advance. B&Bs always have standards, and decoration always costs money. The homesteads of three families are combined, and there is always rent. There is also a salary for the aunt who cleans up. They are not a hot spot, and there are not many tenants, so they still cherish every customer. In this case, it is no problem to bargain for 7,000 yuan. According to the information provided by Huo Di, the house he lives in is 7,000 for three months.

Da Mai didn't come here for tourism. She didn't have much to spend except for food and drink. The prices here were not bad. She could cook, and she had to spend two to three thousand yuan a month. With the room fee, it was five thousand. Her parents didn't support her writing novels, so they probably wouldn't support her with a lot of money. Because at this point, the only thing parents can control their children is money.

So it seems that Damai should support herself, and at least 5,000 a month. But obviously, if she really only makes 5,000, no one would choose to spend more than 2,000 to rent a house. Damai started writing full-time after graduating from college, and she still has work to do. She is a mature author, and the money she earns must be more than 5,000. Under normal circumstances, she should be able to make 7,000 or 8,000.

And writing online novels, it is rare to make 7,000 or 8,000. Either there are many readers, or there are more, there are only these two. According to the play, Damai writes about niche categories, which should be of some level.

On the other hand, in the play, she left Youfeng Xiaoyuan and returned to her hometown, living alone with her dog, which means that she lives in her own house, not with her parents, and her family conditions are not bad. But she is not confident, cheerful, or lively.

Wang Yan believes that the main reason is that she has a pursuit in writing, and wants to write good articles and popular articles, but she is still stubborn and has to write niche categories. And in this niche category, she is not very strong. This created a contradiction. Gradually, she couldn't get what she wanted, she couldn't be popular, she couldn't fly, and she became more and more anxious and irritable.

This further affected her spirit and her writing state. She couldn't write more and more, and felt that it was difficult to write. But online novels need to be updated for a long time and in large quantities. The harder it was, the harder it was. She felt that she couldn't write, so naturally she couldn't sleep well. This vicious cycle started, and she became more and more closed. If time goes on for a long time, maybe she will be depressed...

It's very fast to cook noodles. After a while, Da Mai divided two bowls of noodles. One bowl has less, and the other bowl has a lot more. One bowl has only vegetables, and the other bowl has two eggs.

"The noodles are ready, you come and serve them. That... is a little hot, be careful." While speaking, Da Mai carefully used his slender fingers to support the upper part of the bowl, where the heat has not yet come up.

"Did you forget my name again?" Wang Yan stood up and walked over, and directly picked it up with one hand. Although he looks very young, he is really tough.

"No." Da Mai shook his head and denied without thinking, changing the subject, "I forgot to get you chopsticks."

"Aren't there disposable chopsticks on the table?"

"Oh, I didn't see it."

Wang Yan looked at the two pairs of plastic-sealed disposable chopsticks in the middle of the table. The change of topic was somewhat abrupt. He sat down and took apart the chopsticks, rubbing the burrs on the chopstick heads with one hand: "My name is Wang Yan."

"Yeah, I know."

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