Dumb farmer wife busy farming

Chapter 21 Roasted Yams

Jin Jiu fixedly looked at Ye Qingqing, the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward, revealing a very beautiful smile.

Ye Qingqing was dazzled by this smile, but without checking for a while, the shovel in her hand had already been snatched by Jin Jiu.

"Ajiu, what are you doing?" Ye Qingqing asked strangely.

Jin Jiu squatted down, took the shovel at the position Ye Qingqing had just dug, and continued to dig.

Seeing this, Ye Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Although he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, Jin Jiu's perfectly interpreted the word "loving wife" with his practical actions.

Jin Jiu's strength is much stronger than Ye Qingqing, and after a while, a big hole has been dug out.

The pit was not entirely filled with dirt. Hidden in the dirt were roots as thick as carrots.

Seeing this, Ye Qingqing had a bright smile on her face.

Sure enough, her memory was correct.

Although more than ten years have passed, such trivial things are only vague memories, but now it turns out that her memory is still good.

In a previous life, it was also around this time that people in the village were hunting in the mountains, and when they were digging traps, they unintentionally dug up these things.

The man was also a smart man. He dug out all these things and took them down the mountain. Later, he brought them to the town. When he met someone who knew the goods, he told him that this was a yam, and it was edible.

The man sold all the yam and made a lot of money. After a good year, it caused a sensation in the village for a while, causing the whole village to come to the mountain to dig yam.

Now that she's back, since she's already got the first opportunity, if she doesn't take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, she's simply sorry for God to let her live again.

Jin Jiu's movements were very thin and quick, and he dug out all the yam in the pit in a short while.

Each of these yams is about three feet long, and there are more than a dozen in total, which can be regarded as a good receipt.

Ye Qingqing did not take Jin Jiu to continue digging other places, but instead carried the yam back to the fire with Jin Jiu.

Without much cleaning, Ye Qingqing directly broke the yam and buried it in the fire.

Seeing Ye Qingqing's actions, Ye Ping'an was full of curiosity, "Sister, what did you do? It's wet and sticks to the soil, so it won't burn."

In Ye Ping'an's opinion, it must be that his sister has never set fire to herself, so she doesn't know these common senses.

Ye Qingqing didn't explain Ye Ping's puzzlement. She just winked at him and said mysteriously, "This is a good thing that my sister found. You'll know what's going on in a while."

As time passed, the yam buried in the fire was gradually roasted, and a faint fragrance wafted out from the fire.

Ye Ping'an sucked his nose hard, and his expression became surprised, "Sister, it smells so good, what is this? Can you eat it?"

After walking all morning, his stomach was already growling with hunger.

Ye Qingqing didn't answer. Instead, she picked up a branch, tugged it a few times in the fire, and pulled out the roasted yam one by one.

Then she broke another yam and buried it in the fire. Then she said to Ye Ping'an, "Come over and try it, but be careful of burning your mouth."

Hearing that Ye Qingqing said it was edible, Ye Ping'an couldn't wait to reach out to grab the yam on the ground.

The yam was hot, and as soon as he caught it, Ye Ping'an fell out again.

The mud wrapped on the yam had been roasted dry, and when it fell, it immediately scattered and fell from the yam.

(End of this chapter)