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

Chapter 83 Papermaking
"Crash"

Two sparse voices interspersed with the fish pond~
Forget about the next month, next month is also approaching the season of camellia blooming~
Sitting in the main room, Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help counting the days, thinking of the camellia tree blooming...

Then camellia...

Really excited~
After eating lard for so long, I can finally change it.

With an idea in mind, she felt that in addition to papermaking, camellia oil had to be on the agenda. She looked down at her gradually enlarging belly. After calculation, it has been nearly five months now, and there are still more than four months left. I don't know if I can...

There are more than two months left for her. By then, her stomach will get bigger and it will be even more inconvenient to do things.

She had to prepare for this~
The more I think about it, the more I feel that time is too tight~
Also, giving birth to a child in ancient times is tantamount to going through hell~ She is also very worried about not having a midwife. Although she has two children, she herself is not the real owner. It seems that she has to let her brother go down the mountain to find out the situation. , to see if there is any peace nowadays~
Maybe now the mountain has revived~
It is impossible for a dynasty to live in troubled times for too long~
Opening the yellowed torn book, she memorized the oil refining method of camellia fruit one by one, and put the book back in the space with a clear mind.
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March is a good season for the official sowing. After Mrs. Wei planted the seeds harvested years ago, she asked her daughter to make some baby clothes recently. She looked at the belly of the boss, which was round and bulging, similar to her pregnant son, so I asked my daughter to pick some dark cloth to make clothes on my own initiative.

"Mom, I've never embroidered children before, so I don't know how to start"

Mrs. Wei was taken aback, it really is!
How could my daughter do this!

Forget it, let her do it herself, after some calculations, she said, "Then you can make two more sets of clothes according to the owner's size, plus two fingers looser." Thinking about coming to the owner's house to have a baby, the old clothes can't fit. I can't wear clothes with my stomach full after giving birth.

Jing Yuan watched Uncle Wei fish out the bamboo slices from the lotus root one by one in the backyard. She couldn't help wondering whether it was five months ago or a month ago. There are no signs of any interaction with rice paper at all.

The old man of the Wei family carried the fished bamboo into the front yard according to the instructions of his master, and found a big wood to use, pulled out the bamboo skins one by one from the bamboo in the basket, threw away the bamboo skins, and pulled out the bamboo skins. The bamboo was put into the wooden barrel, and it took an hour of repeated tossing before it was considered clean~
"Okay, leave the rest of Uncle Shan to me."

Jing Yuan indicated to Zhuzi to help him carry the wooden barrel into the utility room. He did the next steps by himself.

After the two of them closed the door of the utility room, Jing Yuan picked up a wooden stick inlaid with rolling stones, and fried the bamboo in the barrel step by step~
After repeated smashing for half an hour, the slender bamboo was smashed to pieces~
Seeing that his brother-in-law was almost done, Zhuzi took off his shoes, and finally it was time for him to play...

Stepping in with both feet, except that it was a little cold at first, after getting used to it, I excitedly turned left and right and stepped on it~
Finally, when I saw the bottom of the basin and the mud and mud, I poured a few basins of water into it~
"Bring that dustpan here"

Jing Yuan indicated that he spread the sackcloth on it~
(End of this chapter)