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

Chapter 18 Oil Lamp
"Well, both of you get up a little bit, the water is poured down, it's easy to get the dregs on both of you."

After finishing speaking, she directly poured the water in the bucket onto the sackcloth, and saw that the originally cool water became cloudy after being stained with wild potato dregs~
"Come on, Celery, help my mother tie up this sackcloth"

Celery found a rope, and hurried forward to help her mother tie it up.

"It takes effort"

"I come"

Huzi tied the rope tied by his sister firmly again, and finally let it go.

"Mom, are we going to make cakes?"

"Little glutton, you two will know in two days."

Zhang Xiaolan jokingly pinched Huzi's nose, continued to dump the sweet potato dregs in her hand, kneaded the linen cloth vigorously, trying to knead more light powder, then put the linen cloth into the second clean wooden barrel, and continued to Kneading with water, and repeated this several times, I got up with peace of mind and brought the pots of muddy water in front of me to the wooden shelf in the stove.

Zhang Qincai was taken aback...

Look at this posture, isn't it dinner tonight?

She looked at the sky covered by trees outside the courtyard, but it was getting dark~
Er... "Mom, what shall we have for dinner?"

Huzi's stomach growled.

Now it's Zhang Xiaolan's turn to be taken aback, busy cooking in the blink of an eye?
have to……

I'm really a bit lazy tonight, I don't want to cook anything, but there are several men in the family who don't cook, and there are injuries, so I can't say anything if I don't eat~
Forget it, hot pot!

She picked up a kitchen knife and cut a half-sized piece of wild boar from the smoked meat hanging on the stove. Thinking about it, it seemed that it was not enough to eat, so she cut a small piece again, put it in the pot and washed it again, and then Just change the knife to slice.

"Keep a small fire tonight, just that small iron pot"

"Ugh"

Huzi lit up the fire quickly, and Celery washed the pile of sweet potato leaves that he dug out in the afternoon and put it in the dustpan. Fortunately, although the new Uncle Shan was sick, the weaving skills were not covered. The basket, the dustpan, and the pan are all made by Uncle Shan.

Probably because he was afraid that in this era of cheap life, if he didn't reflect his own value, the Zhang family might lose him.

Zhang Xiaolan didn't tell the truth, and let the old man do what she could. Anyway, she really didn't like raising people who ate rice, and her family's food didn't come from the wind.

It's all planted bit by bit.

Although... easier than others!

But that was also what their family watered and mined day and night!

into the night~
A new oil lamp lights up the whole kitchen~
"Sister, let alone, this pine oil really works."

"Not to mention, this kind of cotton or flower can really be used as a wick."

Zhu Zi stuffed a piece of fat into his mouth, which didn't affect his mind of gossiping at all. Since he came back this time, he found that his sister was much smarter, she seemed to be a different person, and she wasn't stupid anymore.

People are also better looking than before.

Jing Yuan silently ate the sweet potatoes in the bowl. This is what he wanted to say, but he didn't ask. He never knew that the oily trees outside could be used to make oil lamps.

Lamp oil in this era is very expensive, and ordinary farmers cannot afford it, so everyone eats dinner before dark.

A few days ago, I had dinner early, but I never used this lamp oil.

It came in handy today.

"I'm also a blind cat and I ran into a dead mouse, it's pure luck"

"I don't know if this can be used. I made a fire that day, but it didn't burn for a long time. I happened to use the wood and bark that Huzi and his uncle cut back. I used it as firewood. I didn't expect to throw it into the fire, and it burned fiercely." "

"So it was a mistake"

(End of this chapter)