The second silly daughter-in-law who likes to cultivate the fertile fields

Chapter 625 A Familiar Stranger (1)

Du Xiaozhu complained so much that she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Anyway, she regarded this plant ash as a treasure, but other people took it out and threw it away. Even if this thing is sprinkled in the field, it may not increase fat. I really want to pick it in the field. It's a waste of time and energy, anyway, everyone is happy to be a good friend.

When Yang Xiuwu returned after picking up two loads of sand, he cried "Aww..." and said he was tired, and dragged Yang Xiuning along with him desperately.

Du Xiaozhu feels sorry for Yang Xiuning and doesn't want him to help, but after thinking about it, they are still living in Yang's family, and they are still a family in name, so it is not appropriate to stand by and watch.

The two ran for two more times. Du Xiaozhu saw that the sand was almost gone, so he quickly told them to stop.

He taught Yang Xiuwu to cut a few bamboos and came back. He asked Widow Yang and Widow Yang to prepare needles and threads. They stacked three layers of gauze for filtering, and then wrapped the four sides of the bamboo with thick bamboo poles and twisted them together to form a A big net bag.

They also asked Yang Xiuning to help surround the sand with the size of a net bag to look like a livestock pool, and then spread a thick layer of plant ash inside.

Then put the net bag on it, and just tell Yang Xiuning that the pool surrounded by sand is still a little loose, so let him pay more attention when the sweet potato pulp enters the pool, and let the carpenter use wooden boards to make him a detachable inner bag in the future. Just spread more plant ash, and after the plant ash is used up, it can be spread out to dry in the sun and can be reused next time.

And speaking of this, Du Xiaozhu also remembered that the workshops in the town are still short of the ashes. It seems that tomorrow he will go to the town to discuss with Lao Lu to see if the ashes that the Zuixianlou takes out every day can make him feel better. Find someone to help transport it to the workshop and pile it up for spare.

Yang Xiuwu looked at the pond, which didn't look small. It seemed that this time he could make more starch than before.

But Du Xiaozhu made him pay attention. After the sweet potato pulp was put into the pond, it would settle for at least two hours because the pond was so big. After scooping up the clear water above, it was covered with two layers of gauze. The gauze was bigger than the pond. Finally, it can completely cover the bunker, and then pour a layer of plant ash on it, so that it is easier to absorb the water in the sweet potato pulp. Generally, it is basically not necessary to filter again after it is left like this overnight.

Put it directly under the sun for a day, and the sweet potato starch will almost dry up in the evening.

Yang Xiuwu was even more delighted to hear what he said, otherwise the hanging filter of bags of sweet potato pulp in this large pool would have made people tired enough.

After a few people finished their work, the pond was already dark, and Xiaomei Yang and Widow Yang had already prepared dinner and called people to eat.

Several people were preparing to wash their hands and eat when they heard a knock on the door outside the house.

"Pong, pong, pong..." The sound shook, and Du Xiaozhu suspected that if he didn't open the door again, the door would be torn down.

Widow Yang's face turned dark when she heard such a loud knock on the door, and she said cursingly, "Whoever kills a thousand knives doesn't stop at night, this is going to tear down the door!"

After speaking, he walked towards the door angrily, as if he wanted to fight with the person who knocked on the door.

As soon as Widow Yang opened the door, she was quite surprised by the people outside.

What surprised Widow Yang was not that she didn't know this person, but that she had known him for so long that she hadn't moved around for nearly ten years, even if she lived in a village.

The people outside the house were considered her natal cousin, but they were only a few days younger than her.

(End of this chapter)