The talented lady is busy farming

Chapter 37 Masculinity

"Those rich people certainly don't eat barley rice. The taste of barley rice is not comparable to that of rice. Even millet tastes better than barley rice. In the eyes of those people, it is just the food of savages and farmers. However, wheat Its yield is relatively higher, and it has strong cold tolerance. It can be planted in autumn and harvested in summer. Here, we can grow winter wheat. When the crops are not harvested, wheat is the main food for poor people like us."

Zhao Ning, a scholar, is not a scholar who only reads books. He is also very good at farming. When he is in good health, the Jin family will let him work in the farmland. He knows these things very well.

"That's really great. This wheat is ridiculously cheap. Maybe our source of income will depend on this wheat in the future." Xia Wan was so happy that she almost jumped up when she got the answer she wanted. .

"Wheat, the source of life?" Zhao Ning still couldn't keep up with Xia Wan's jumping thinking, and looked at Xia Wan suspiciously.

"This is still a secret. I'm going to do an experiment tonight. Have you eaten yet? Let's make millet porridge with red dates first. Millet rice or something, it's really a bit loud." Xia Wan got what she wanted, and her mood Great, turn around and get ready to cook.

Zhao Ning didn't ask any further questions, and cooperated with Xia Wan to smelt the new pot with the chicken fat left over from before, and let the iron pot be used for another night, otherwise it would be too easy to rust.

At noon, I simply ate a small pot of millet and red date porridge, and both of them were very satisfied. "Your stomach, you have been taking medicine since you were a child, and it has been almost destroyed. Do you often feel bitter at the base of your tongue?" , I don’t feel like eating anything, do you like something with a strong taste?” Xia Wan said as she watched Zhao Ning tidy up the dishes.

Zhao Ning hesitated for a moment, nodded, and looked at Xia Wan, "Your life is also caused by overwork, resulting in lung disease and concurrent high fever. Although it looks better now, you still cough, lungs The department's problems are still not resolved, and when we have money, we still have to find a better doctor." For the sake of cooperation, Xia Wan felt that Zhao Ning was still qualified, and didn't want him to die young.

"With my body, it doesn't matter whether I look at it or not. It's thanks to you that I can survive this time. There is still a lot of natural rice. In addition to our daily food, it is enough for us to drink medicine. You If you can make some money, keep it and grab two nice clothes, otherwise, it’s good to keep it for yourself.” Zhao Ning didn’t want Xia Wan to work too hard, and he didn’t want to become an eight-year-old girl who depended on her. A disabled person raised by a girl.

Xia Wan shrugged her shoulders, knowing that this little scholar's machismo had committed another crime, so I didn't bother to argue with him, Xia Wan was going to try to grind some flour today, and if I got the flour, Xia Wan seemed to be able to see the money I waved to myself in a big way.

During the whole afternoon, Xia Wan was tossing the wheat and small stones, grinding them over and over again, making the grains of wheat smaller and finer, and finally got some very small grains From the things, there is a rudimentary form of flour, but the texture is still very rough, which is still very different from the flour in Xia Wan's memory.

This realization made Xia Wan frown. She can make pasta. However, it is hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. How can I make pasta without flour? Is it possible to just give up? Xia Wan finally discovered this The way to make money.

(End of this chapter)