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

Chapter 19 Persimmons
She finished speaking calmly, and put a piece of lean meat into her mouth, while Uncle Shan, who had been eating quietly, continued to drink the rice porridge in the bowl with a smile. He was the only one at the table who had rice porridge.

It's nothing more than that he is a patient and needs to eat carefully.

But I thought in my heart, "This little doll is not simple."

"My mother is getting old now," Huzi said proudly.

"No, our eldest sister is getting smarter now." Zhu Zi also felt sincerely, and even the meat in his mouth became more delicious.

wake up the next day
Zhang Xiaolan deliberately went to the building to look at the pots on the wooden shelf first, and saw that the muddy water after sedimentation was much cooler than yesterday afternoon, and she could clearly see a piece of starch under the wooden pot.

Only then was he satisfied to go to the wash shelf to get willow branches, grabbed some salt and sprinkled some in his saliva, then turned around and went out to wash with satisfaction.

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After she took out the sackcloth washed before going to bed last night and spread it on the dustpan, she quickly took out the basin, carefully poured out the water on the surface, and took a wooden shovel to knock out the solidified starch in the bucket and pour it into the dustpan , and then took a wooden shovel to crush the larger lumps of starch, then got up and took the dustpan to the yard to cool it down.

Hey, that's great
"Mother, look, can this red fruit be eaten? My brother found it over there."

He didn't dare to eat celery indiscriminately, and his brother didn't dare to enter it without permission. He picked it up specially for his mother to recognize. Before entering the mountain, mother told them that although there are many fruits in the mountain, they should not be eaten indiscriminately, as they are easy to be poisoned.

what!
It turned out to be a persimmon~
Can't help being excited, "Take me to see"

Oh ~
Before going out, she followed her eldest daughter out in a basket. Luckily, Huzi was a shrewd child, so he guarded under the tree, because there were several persimmon trees in this area, all of which were ripe, causing the surrounding birds to peck them. Many, many are rotting away.

If it wasn't for Huzi standing under the tree, there probably wouldn't be many left.

Really~
Looking at such a large persimmon tree, you can make a lot of persimmon cakes... This is no one's luck, and you can still eat a lot of good things when you are in a famine.

"Mom, is this edible?"

"Yes, let's pick it up."

The three of them picked a lot, not even letting go of the tall branches on the tree, "Do you want this green one?"

Uh... "Forget about the green ones".

In less than half an hour, Zhang Xiaolan returned to the small bamboo house with a basket full of persimmons on her back, and then poured all the persimmons in the basket into the largest wooden basin in the yard.

"Celery, bring me a bucket of water, let's wash the persimmons."

"Huzi, find out the kitchen knife for mother"

"Oh, there are basins"

After a lot of work, she forgot the time. Looking at the sun at the third watch, Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help but feel that she was a bit too busy, and there were too many things she wanted to do in the past two days.

"Miss, what are you?"

The pillars can't be seen. Since yesterday afternoon, the elder sister has been throwing things that he can't understand. Although he and Jing Yuan are building on the roof, she can see her doing things that he can't understand at a glance .

"You'll know in a few days"

Zhang Xiaolan got up in a rare good mood, and did not satisfy her younger brother's curiosity, and finally figured out some new food.

Everyday sweet potatoes, wild sweet potatoes, strange tired.

Even farts recently smell like sweet potatoes.

"You can help me in a while, tie up these persimmons and let them cool together."

"Oh, it must be a clean place. You can find a pillar and put bamboo on the edge of our eaves, and hang it on the beam, so that the persimmons will not easily enter the ash layer."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhuzi's reaction, he went back to the kitchen to cook.

(End of this chapter)