After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

The weather is getting colder day by day, but the villagers in Liujia Village are getting more restless every day.

Counting the days, the peasants who were recruited to transport food to the border should be back by now.

Women and children from other families would go to the village four or five times a day, just hoping that their men would come back safely.

Those who had a little time to spare would go to the intersection of Xiahe Village with a group of three or five to have a look and inquire about whose family had returned first.

When I learned that a citizen from the same county had returned home, I felt even more excited and anxious.

Only the five of them, Qin Yao, mother and son, behave like normal people and eat and drink as they should.

No, Da Lang took half a basin of chestnuts, and Qin Yao carried another bucket of fine sand and stones sifted from the river. Mother and son arrived at the Liu family's old house exactly where He was going to start work. They insisted on asking Zhang and He Let’s study the roasted chestnuts together.

Looking at the sand and gravel in the bucket, Mrs. Zhang frowned, "They don't use river sand for roasting chestnuts, they use iron sand!"

Qin Yao didn't care about this. She was so greedy that she couldn't sleep. She had to eat it today, even if it was a different look.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can't do anything to her, so what else can they do, just fry her.

Mrs. He brought out a big pot, and Mrs. Zhang burned a pottery stove in the courtyard. The charcoal fire was red and glowing.

As soon as the children at home heard something going on at home and saw Qin Yao standing by the stove, they immediately guessed that the third aunt was going to make something delicious again.

Jinbao and Jinhua immediately left their friends, called Erlang and the twins who were playing ball, and swarmed into the courtyard.

When Mrs. He saw it, she quickly waved her hand away, "Go away, don't let the charcoal burn you."

"It's not hot, it's warm. Mom, my hands are cold, so I'll warm them up!" Jin Bao squatted down by the stove and stretched out his hands as if to warm the fire, but in fact he stretched his neck very long.

When he saw that the pot was full of sand, his eyes widened immediately, "Nai, why are you frying the sand?"

Is this something humans can eat?Jinbao exclaimed in his heart.

Erlang rolled his eyes at him, "Don't you know that you need to stir-fry chestnuts with sand?"

Jinbao Jinhua shook her head, not knowing.

Saburo took his sister and stood far away, saying, "Don't get too close, or your clothes will be picked up by the sparks."

The brother and sister lowered their heads to look at their new jackets, and Si Niang also weighed her feet. On her little feet were a pair of thick-soled embroidered shoes embroidered with morning glories, which were delicate and cute.

Jinhua also had the same pair, and the two cousins ​​looked at each other in understanding. Jinhua immediately left her cousin Jinbao and came to her sister, rubbed her hands together to warm them up, and covered her fourth mother's little face, which was red from the cold. He smiled with his forehead against his forehead.

After a while, Jinbao's exclamation came from the yard. There was a hole in the newly put on jacket. He was so angry that he picked up the big spatula that was used to stir-fry sand in his hand and wanted to beat him.

Jin Bao felt aggrieved and was chased all over the courtyard by his mother. He just didn't want to go out because he was afraid that he would miss out on the first fresh bite of delicious food that would come later.

In the end, Qin Yao thought he was too noisy, so she pulled up the collar of the person behind him, then reached out to block He's big spatula, and after some persuasion, the mother and son stopped fighting.

He had just calmed down, but within a few minutes, there was another noise in the kitchen. Looking back, Jinbao was standing on tiptoe to get the soap on top of the cupboard to wash his hands, but it was too slippery and he dropped the soap on the floor.

"Liu Jinbao!" Mrs. He roared angrily, "If you have some good things at home, you should use them up. Your third aunt only gave you these two pieces. Your second aunt won't even bother to use them when you wash your hands. You kid, let me touch them again." Try it!”

Qin Yao and Dalang Erlang, who were standing obediently beside them, looked at each other and winked at the brothers.

After Dalang and Erlang secretly pushed each other, Erlang was defeated, ran into the kitchen, and dragged Jinbao away. "Brother Jinbao, let's go play in the fields!"

There is mud and straw in the fields, and you can use the mud to make a stove and light a fire to decorate your house. Everyone from twelve to thirteen years old to three or four years old loves to play.

Jinbao's eyes lit up, but before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Jinhua: "Call us when the chestnuts are fried!"

Jinhua said oh, and looked at each other with Siniang. The two sisters thought to themselves, you are gone now.

The courtyard fell silent, and both adults and children breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the dry sand and asked Mrs. He to get some oil. Mrs. He was shocked, "Do you want more oil? Isn't a little oil not enough for this big pot?"

Qin Yao quickly took out ten copper coins from her arms and asked Dalang to go to Liu Merchant's house to buy half a catty of oil.

The young man's legs and feet were very good, so within a few minutes Dalang bought the oil back, and Mrs. Zhang poured it all into the pot to stir the sand evenly.

Then pour in the chestnuts that have been cross-cut in advance, stir-fry and heat until the chestnuts are cooked.

Soon, a scent wafted out, which made the surrounding dragons, phoenixes and golden flowers secretly swallow their saliva.

Qin Yao didn't show it on her face, but she was really looking forward to it in her heart.

Finally, with Zhang and He taking turns to stir-fry, the chestnuts were cooked. Although they were not stir-fried with iron sand, they looked very good.

The sand ensures that the chestnuts are heated evenly and will not burn, but the chestnut meat inside is cooked.

Mrs. Zhang shoveled a pot full of hot chestnuts and poured them into the bamboo basket. The weather was cold and the slightest blow made them cool. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Qin Yao picked up the chestnuts, peeled them open and threw them into her mouth.

Take a bite, it's pink and glutinous, with a slight caramel sweetness.

Qin Yao raised her thumb, "It's delicious! Try it too. It's really no worse than what's sold in the county."

Although she had never eaten roasted chestnuts from the county, the taste of this bite was the same as in her memory.

Seeing this, everyone no longer restrained themselves, and each picked up the chestnuts and tasted them. The three younger ones were not very good at biting the shells, so they bit the shells together into their mouths, ate the glutinous meat first, and then spit out the shells.

Mr. He felt that as long as enough oil was put into everything, there would be nothing that was not delicious, let alone the chestnuts that he had fried by himself.
After taking a bite, it was indeed fragrant and sweet, one after another.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the happy look of the big guys in a funny way. She took out all the chestnuts in the sand, sieved out the sand, put them in a bamboo basket, and wanted to ask the big guys to take them into the house to eat.

But the feeling of eating in the house was not as good as in the courtyard. No one moved, they just gathered around the stove, eating one after another.

Mrs. Zhang saw it and had no choice but to let them go. She went into the house and found a straw mat to cover the bamboo basket to prevent the heat from dissipating soon.

Jinhua ate seven or eight in a row before she remembered to call Jinbao. Together with the twins, they each carried a bag full of roasted chestnuts before going out.

"He's showing off again, just watch, he'll come back with empty pockets soon." Mrs. Qiu smiled helplessly at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao looked indifferent. Children also have social needs. "There are more. I still have half a pot at home. Let's stir-fry another pot after eating."

Zhang and He immediately shuddered as their arms ached.

Mr. He was outspoken and said angrily: "Don't do it! I can't hold a big spoon tomorrow and it has delayed everyone in the factory from eating. Don't blame me!"