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

Chapter 22 Digging Bamboo Shoots

Seeing his astonishment, Zhang Xiaolan explained, "It's far away here, so it's impossible for us to come and chop bamboo."

"The bamboo near the place has to be saved for later use"

"These small, pointed ones are edible. Once you dig this small one, it won't grow anymore, and it won't protrude more bamboo"

I see……

He didn't speak again, he swung his ax neatly and chopped into the soil, while Zhang Xiaolan dragged the small bamboo shoot he chopped aside, took a sickle to dig a hole in the shell of the bamboo shoot, and then bit by bit the shell with his hands. Peel off layer by layer.

It was not until the fresh and tender bamboo shoots were exposed that they were thrown into the basket on the back and continued to peel off a bamboo shoot.

Jing Yuan neatly chopped the small bamboo shoots around, and turned around to find that the woman had peeled a basket full of bamboo shoots, and didn't know that these things could be eaten.

Judging by her posture, these must be brought back to eat, he glanced at the other pile of bamboo, and then at the unfinished bamboo shoots on the ground, forget it, just come over next time.

The two backpacks couldn't fit in at all.

On the way back, Zhang Xiaolan also picked up a lot of wet fungus, which excited her~
Fortunately, I brought a bamboo basket, and it can be put down.

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"What is this dark thing?"

No wonder Zhang Zhuzi talked too much, it was because they were all curious, even Jing Yuan who came back with him.
"Um~"

"Black fungus, look at this black fungus, it's shaped like a human ear, and it grows from a wooden stake"

Zhang Xiaolan's description is really apt.

But Zhang Zhuzi was puzzled. He and his sister depended on each other when they were young, but they never knew about black fungus...

He couldn't help staring at his sister's appearance, but this person was indeed her...

"Celery, come~ you pour all the fungus in the basket to dry in the dustpan"

"Remember to dry it"

After she finished giving instructions, she looked over the pillar's probing eyes with a guilty conscience, went into the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife, and poured all the bamboo shoots in the basket into the wooden bucket.

"Mom, I'll help too"

Huzi stepped forward to imitate her, and directly tore some small bamboo shoots into strips, and Zhang Xiaolan cut the thick ones into strips, and put them into the dustpan.

When the dustpan was full, Hu Zi took it directly to the yard to cool off.

"Come on, mother, can the starch in those wooden barrels in the yard be poured?"

I was reminded by my daughter that I was so busy this morning that I didn't know the world, and I forgot about it.

She looked at the dustpans in front of her, it seemed that they were not enough~
"Uncle Shan, I will trouble you to weave two larger mats for the family."

Xunshan stroked his beard, thinking about what this cushion is?
I never thought that Zhang Xiaolan quickly described the appearance of the cushion, so she knew it~
It turned out to be the case.

It's simple, and you can do it the next day.

He got up and went to the utility room, where there was still a lot of bamboo left over from the dustpan weaving last time.

Jing Yuan stepped forward to give a hand, and used all the wooden barrels at home yesterday. The two largest wooden barrels also added a lot of water. He lifted the wooden barrels hard and dumped them on the ground A lot of water, until it bottomed out, a layer of white powder was revealed...

Quite a few of him have never seen this so-called starch, but after the actual operation, seeing these, his heart is somewhat ups and downs~
Zhang Xiaolan saw that he was so fast, so she also slowed down. Those who were heavy on the left and right couldn't lift it, so it was better to fill the pots in front of her with water, and continue to pry out the cracks in the solidified powder with a wooden shovel until the pots Pour all the powder in the dustpan into the dustpan.

(End of this chapter)