Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 16 Memories
It's too hot right now, Zhang Xiaolan didn't care to hold hands, went back to the cornice, poured two bowls of water and handed them to them, then went back and drank a couple of sips~
Quenches my thirst!
uh~
I seem to have forgotten to cook~
Quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with his cuff, went back to the kitchen and poured the small pot of pig bones left over from the day before yesterday into the cauldron~
Fortunately, I bought this big pot when I went down the mountain that day, otherwise the bones would not be able to cook.

She added a few ladles of water to the pot, threw some star anise and fragrant leaves, and lit a fire under the stove.

The two patients in this family can't eat things that are too hard or too spicy. What they can do right now is stewed bones with wild sweet potatoes, and cook a few more wild potatoes, which can be regarded as lunch for this noon.

"Sister, let me light the fire"

Seeing that his elder sister was not very good at lighting fires, Zhu Zi quickly bent down and took the rubbing stone from her hand.

Still my brother understands me!

She got up and laughed, added some food into it according to the total amount just now, and covered the big iron pot with the lid made by Jing Yuan~
Not to mention, it's pretty easy to use!
An hour later...

A pot of steaming wild sweet potato stewed bone soup is placed on the Yuanmu table~
Jing Yuan couldn't help but be satisfied with his craftsmanship, it's a pity not to be a carpenter, now the beds and stools in this room are all made by himself.

Extraordinary sense of accomplishment!

"Sister, don't be so busy, I'll serve this bowl~"

The pillar took the bowl in her hand, and the bones of her body, apart from looking scary, are actually fine inside, and it doesn't take much effort to send a meal in, and my sister is a woman, so it is not easy to enter that room, and the strange man in front of me , he didn't dare to instruct him with that aura~
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Zhang Xiaolan didn't know what her younger brother was thinking, so she sat down with peace of mind, filled a bowl of soup and put it aside, and drank it when it was cold~
After a few days of recuperation, the good uncle, the white-haired old man, was able to walk out of the house and the wounds on his body healed, and even the scar faded a lot under Zhang Xiaolan's unique special medicine.

It was Zhuzi, who followed Jingyuan's buttocks to tie up the small bamboo house together in two days.

"You said that the two of you were arrested by the National Teacher to become young men?"

"Mining stones on a mountain?"

Jing Yuan's eyes froze, he had never heard of this news~ Could it be that the sky in Fucheng has changed again?
"No, Uncle Shan and I escaped after working hard on the mountain."

Mentioning this, the pillar is still terrified, it is simply not a human life inside.

The white-haired old man was also feeling melancholy, who said it wasn't, he was separated from his own son, and he never thought of taking him to be a young man, at his age they still liked him? ? ?

It's better than surviving this catastrophe, and finally escaped from that area~
This topic seemed to make the old man uncomfortable, so he got up and went back to the back room with a walking stick.

Zhuzi looked at his slow walking back~
"If Uncle Shan hadn't exchanged our lives with his jade pendant that day, maybe I'd be at Hades' place now."

After finishing speaking with emotion, he continued to put his hand on the last door bolt in front of him.

Now the two houses have been completed, but the eldest sister said that it would be better to build an additional utility room to facilitate raising pheasants
It would be nice to have a place to live in this mountain.

Jing Yuan has been silent since the moment he heard the national teacher, and Zhu Zi thought he was doing the work in his hands at ease, so he didn't speak again.

"You two rest for a while"

Zhang Xiaolan took out the two sets of clothes her daughter had embroidered, and indicated to the two of them to wash their hands and try.

Clothes in this era are all oversized and sewn, and a set of clothes takes at least three years. Now that there is a famine, it is even more economical to make fabrics.

Obviously, my own daughter also followed this principle.

(End of this chapter)