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

Chapter 45 Sweet Potato Vermicelli
Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaolan opened her eyes and saw Jing Yuan's piercing eyes staring at her, and she had no intention of getting up, "It's already dawn, why is it not as usual?" She turned over.Didn't want to get up so early.

"Just waiting for you to wake up, I want to tell you that I discussed with Zhuzi last night. In the past few days, I will take advantage of the free time to set up some traps in the mountains. First, it can pick up prey, and second, it can also prevent wolves from attacking suddenly. "

The way he held his head with one hand was really pretty.

"This is a good idea. When I go, I will bring the Wei family with me. From now on, I will get some new food. I really don't care if Aunt Wei is at home."

"Succeed, you'll be smart for a day with your little head~" He scratched her nose playfully with his little hand, and it was time to get up and get busy.

This morning, with the help of the uncle of the host family, the old lady of the Wei family and her daughter Wei Xi'er were called to the mountain together, and Xun Shan was also with her. This made Aunt Wei, who was originally uncomfortable, feel more balanced.

Baobuqi, this boss is guarding her family as thieves.

"Your siblings have to see clearly today, mother will only teach you this time, and you can't let others see you when you make these meals in the future." Zhang Xiaolan lifted a bucket of sweet potato flour to the stove.

According to the grinding tools made by Uncle Shan a few days ago, I added them to the pot one by one with patience and thought~ Steamed several layers in this way, and the work in the pot kept burning until the pot in the big pot After several molds were steamed, she satisfactorily took them out with two rags dipped in cold water between her hands.

Celery and Huzi saw with their own eyes that the white powder turned out to be a gray lump, and they didn't know what it was for food, but they didn't ask any further questions. Following their mother's instructions, they went to the courtyard to find a dustpan and came in. I took a rag and wiped it clean before putting it on the stove.

Repeated this several times, a bucket full of sweet potato flour was steamed clean~
Looking at the bottomed wooden barrel, Celery couldn't help but feel melancholy, this sweet potato flour is really sweet potato~
She also remembered that the sweet potato flour in the barrel weighed thirty to forty catties, which could support a hundred catties of sweet potatoes, and one hundred catties could support the family's food for several days.

"After these things get cold later, I'll take this wooden bamboo and draw down one by one ~ as long as it looks like silk"

She purposely brought out two wooden bamboos, these are small objects she specially asked Shan Shu to make, although they may be small, they are very effective.

In less than two hours, San Niang and his wife had finished all the sweet potato flour, took them out of the kitchen one by one, and spread them in the open space of the yard to cool them down.

"I said my master, these are all hard work. I am an old woman, and my daughter can't help me with it." Gu wiped the sweat from his face. It was so hot, and with her fat body, she would have to sweat even if she was standing at home, let alone digging a hole in this wilderness.

She is looking at her frail daughter, and she is also struggling to dig. Why can the third mother of the Zhang family lie at home and enjoy the cool~
"Heh~ Aunt Wei also knows that I can't help you much."

"Our family does not support idlers"

The corner of Jing Yuan's mouth showed an undisguised sneer, and continued to dig the hole in front of him.

He didn't expect the old woman to dig anything, but she was wrong about one thing. After digging the pit, her mother and daughter could do it when the trap was buried. Now that they have been out for two hours, the old woman is still hanging around here. , dangling there.

(End of this chapter)