The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 6 Snails
Qiao Dami responded obediently, "Don't worry, sister, I won't say anything!"

When mentioning silver, Qiao Dami nodded heavily.

Seeing this, Qiao Changshun couldn't help but sigh again, "It's fine to leave, don't blame her."

Zhuang Lvhe has been married to him for 16 years and has not lived a single day of comfort. He is the one who is sorry for her.

Hearing this, Qiao Mai raised his head and glanced at him, "Father."

There was a slight dissatisfaction in her tone.

Qiao Dami is still here, and Qiao Changshun said so, so the lie she made up just now was exposed.

Qiao Changshun raised his big rough hand and patted his chapped lips, with an annoyed look on his face, "You can grind it here, I'll take sweet potatoes to your Aunt Guilan's house to exchange for some black flour."

Black flour is not black, but the wheat husk left over from grinding wheat, also called bran. Compared with the fine flour that has been ground several times, the taste is much worse.

"Okay." Qiao Xiaomai replied, his mouth moving non-stop.

Qiao Chang stood up by the way, went to the kitchen and took about ten catties of sweet potatoes, went to Aunt Guilan's house in the east, and exchanged two catties of black noodles.

The yield of sweet potatoes is high, so the price is low. Five catties of sweet potatoes can only be exchanged for one catty of black noodles.

But Aunt Guilan was kind, so besides the black noodles, she gave half a catty of corn.

Corn is millet. Rice grains are yellow and can be eaten as porridge or steamed. It is one of the two major staple foods with the same status as wheat.

Qiao Xiaomai looked at the things in Qiao Changshun's hands, and said, "Father, come here to grind, and I'll wash the snails I picked up from rice just now."

"I didn't catch it, it was Brother Tong, and I just caught a few small fish." Qiao Dami said honestly.

Qiao Xiaomai glared at him with a small face when he heard this, "The house was in chaos just now, I didn't reprimand you, if you dare to go to the river alone in the future, see how I beat you!"

Qiao Dami shrank her head when she heard the words, bowed her head and admitted her mistake, "Sister, I dare not."

"The rice also wants to add a dish to the family." Qiao Changshun walked over to take over from Qiao Xiaomai to grind sweet potatoes, and persuaded him.

"He's still young, if he wants to add more food, I'll catch it tomorrow." Qiao Xiaomai said as he stood up and went into the kitchen.

She took out a wooden basin for washing vegetables, opened the bowl containing lard, picked up a spoon and dripped a few drops of oil into the basin, opened the salt shaker, pinched some coarse salt and sprinkled it in.

She took the wooden basin and went outside the kitchen, fished out the snails soaked in another basin and threw them into the basin, then poured out the water in this wooden basin, and put the wooden basin as a cover on the snails. On the tub.

She shook the two wooden basins back and forth, like rolling dice.

This is a quick way to clean snails, and she used to do it a lot.

Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami felt novelty when they saw her movements. Qiao Changshun asked, "Why do you wash like this?"

"It's faster to wash this way. I want to use this snail to cook to thank Tong Sanlang."

Tong Sanlang is the grandson of the village chief, he is very valued by the village chief. To live in the village, he has to establish a good relationship with the village chief.Besides, Tong Sanlang saved Qiao Dami today, so it's normal for her to cook a dish to thank him.

Qiao Changshun thought the same way, and he said to Qiao Dami, "Go help your sister light the fire."

Qiao Dami stood up and trotted into the kitchen.

At this time, there were no matches and lighters, and the fire was made with a scythe, that is, two stones collided with each other, and the sparks generated fell on the tinder, and then other firewood was carefully added, which was considered a successful fire.

Although Qiao Dami was young, he was very proficient in lighting a fire. After he raised the fire, he added some water to the pot according to Qiao Xiaomai's instructions, and then started to ignite the fire.

When Qiao Xiaomai washed the thirty or so snails, he just happened to boil the water.

(End of this chapter)