Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 29 The Chicken That Lays Duck Eggs (1)
"Mother just thought that the wild chrysanthemums in the mountains were originally unowned, so I told you that brother Shan Zi went to pick them together, and I could make up for it at that time."

Mrs. Liu finally said what was in her heart, and felt a lot more relaxed. Originally, she could decide these things completely, but the wild chrysanthemum was discovered by Li girl, and she also wanted to ask her daughter's opinion. Everyone needs help, not to mention their own relatives, when everyone is in trouble, they can help but can't just ignore them.

"That's it, mother, don't worry, I'm going to talk to Brother Shanzi right now."

Mo Qingli has no objection. Now that she is a shining local tyrant, does she have enough space? Although she has two acres of land, it is high-yield. It is definitely much better than the medium-sized field at home, and it does not distinguish between seasons. Chrysanthemums are ignored.

Mo Qingli said a few words to Mrs. Liu, then went into the kitchen, took the big bones from the basket, took out some cornmeal from the space, and put it in a pocket. She didn't intend to take risks, but even if Mo Zishan thanked Mo Zishan for this, and Liu Shi would not deny it, so he could only ask her in private. When she thought of some excuses, she said that she had caught a few at home privately, and Liu Shi would not say anything.

It was already noon, Qiuhu, the sun was very poisonous, Mo Zishan was alone in the yard fiddling with wood, when he saw Qingli come in and stood up, he wiped his sweat with his sleeve, "Little sister, you are here."

"Yeah, brother Shanzi, I brought my younger brother here this morning, my little boy is clingy."

Mo Qingli has a thick skin, and she won't blush even when she lies. In the morning, someone threw the younger brother into the backyard by himself, and went to farm by himself.

"By the way, this is for you. The basket and bag are free for me. My mother asked me to bring them here." Mo Qingli pushed the basket to Mo Zishan and asked, "Is Aunt Liu feeling better?"

"Still the same, often dizzy."

When mentioning his mother, Mo Zishan frowned, shook his head, accepted Qingli's kindness, and took the basket to the kitchen. Mo Qingli followed behind and secretly added a lot of spiritual spring water to the jar.

"Brother Shanzi, that aunt is not in good health now, who cooks in your family?"

"I make it, but it's not very tasty. Sometimes my dad makes it when I'm at home."

Mo Zishan poured cornmeal, scared one, so much, it could weigh ten catties, it was worth tens of pennies, but it was all poured into the flour jar, and he couldn't get it out, and his face turned red immediately.

"Brother Shanzi, we are relatives, so we can't talk heresy."

Mo Qingli pointed to the cornmeal, "My family freshly grinds it, it's very fine, and it's delicious to make pancakes."

"Well, but I'm not very good at it."

Mo Zishan looked at the sun with his head sullen, and he quickly poured a bowl of water for Qingli, "There is no sugar at home, so my little sister will drink it."

Mo Qingli was not polite, she took a sip of water, and then said, "Brother Shanzi, I won't go into the house to disturb my aunt, I don't have to worry about this illness, you don't know how to bake pancakes, I'll help you make them at home .”

The children of the poor are already in charge of the house, and the seven-year-old girl in the village can feed chickens and pigs, and can also step on a stool to cook in the kitchen, but even if the girl is a grass, no one let the seven-year-old girl cook, All doing chores.

Seeing Mo Zishan's suspicious eyes, Qingli patted her small chest, "Don't worry, Brother Shanzi, I will still make such simple pancakes."

Taking advantage of the time when Mo Zishan went out to get firewood, Qing Li scooped up a lot of cornmeal from the space in an instant, and after grabbing a handful from the noodle tank, mixed in a lot of white flour and diluted it with Lingquan water.

However, there was no oil in Mo Zishan's house, so Qingli had no choice but to run home and ask for some from Mrs. Liu, and then came back. Mozishan lit a fire, and Qingli baked the pancakes. The two cooperated tacitly, and they were baked quickly. It's a big pot, but she's not as proficient as Mrs. Liu, and the pancakes are of different sizes, so it doesn't look so regular.

"Here, let's try it."

Mo Qingli picked out a small one from the inside and gave Mo Zishan a taste.

"Little girl, pancakes are delicious!"

Mo Zishan admired, the pancakes were sweet and chewy, and the pancakes were very thin, comfortable to eat, and could be swallowed without water.

Qingli proudly put one hand on her hip, raised her little chin high, who said we are ugly, those people are blind, women should be virtuous, cooking is the most important thing, but she has room If you have money, you will soon be out of the ranks of ugly girls.

"These pancakes are enough to last for a few days. If you can't finish them, hang them up in a basket and warm them up when you eat them." Mo Qingli instructed, then picked up her own basket, "I'm home, by the way, Brother Shanzi, Get up early tomorrow morning, come to my house to find me, and tell you if I have something to do, bring a big bamboo basket over here."

"it is good."

Mo Zishan was still immersed in the sweet pancakes, and just nodded to Qingli's words, it's great, don't worry about dinner, and there are big bones, add some potatoes and green vegetables to make a big pot of thick soup, just serve corn Pancake, my mother must be very happy.

"Girl Li, are you back?"

Mrs. Liu is chopping firewood in the yard. The family has recently spent a lot of firewood to make bone soup. The ones that my father chopped are not enough.

"Well, mother, I'll tell brother Shanzi to come over early tomorrow morning. By the way, where's the second sister?"

"I'm back. I'm cooking fish soup for you in the kitchen. Our big bone mother sent it to Liu Xiaohua's house. I think it's not good to keep it for two days."

"Mother, I'm not very greedy for big bones, but I haven't eaten fish for a long time." Qing Li hugged Liu's arm, "Mother, I won't go up the mountain with my second sister tomorrow, go fishing."

"Okay, the road is not easy to walk, mother will take them there."

Qingli was exhausted last time, and Liu's heart ached, so if you don't go, don't go. Fishing is just a fun thing, and I don't dare to think about what I can catch. There should be no big fish in the river in the village.

In the evening, the four of them drank the delicious milky white fish soup. It may be that there is no pollution in this era. The fish in the river has no earthy smell or organic oil smell. The meat is tender and smooth, and there are not too many thorns. Li still wanted to take a second bite, and even the little disciple Xi, who didn't eat much, drank a lot of soup.

Mrs. Liu also stewed three oily custards. These are the eggs of her own hen in the space. Each is the size of a duck egg. It tastes much more delicious than usual. Even Mrs. Liu, who is not greedy, can eat enough Not a lot.

After the meal, Mrs. Liu continued to work with her second sister Qing Qiang, tidying up the houses of her elder brother and third brother, but she didn't find that there were too many peanuts and soybeans, so she lifted them to the board in the corner to prevent them from getting damp. It was the second sister Qing Qiang Talking about how heavy the bag was, Mrs. Liu didn't care, thinking she had eaten too much and couldn't use her strength.

After finally waiting until night, Liu locked the courtyard door, and Qing Li sneaked out of the house, and took all the chickens and ducks into the space. Only then did she have time to look inside the space, and the ground was already covered with lush greenery. There are quite a few that seem to need climbing vines, and they all grow all over the place, but there are not so many bamboo poles at home, and Mo Qingli doesn't care, thinking about doing this first, going to the town to buy some seeds if there is a chance, and those who need climbing vines will go Don't buy it, it's tiring to insert the pole.

(End of this chapter)