Bandit girl unscrupulous: kidnap a prince to farm

Chapter 19 019 So Delicious!
A certain excited steamed stuffed bun was stunned for a moment, so he had no choice but to accept the copper coins resentfully, and picked up a pen to endorse.

In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, and the radishes and cabbages in the field were all mature, and they were stuck in the field one by one, green and green.

Frost fell in the morning, and white mist could be breathed out when going out. The vegetables in the field were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which looked like vegetable popsicles.

Shuangda's cabbage is the best.

Mu Jinxuan then asked the men to pull out radishes to collect cabbage, and the hot peppers hanging outside the house changed from one string to more than a dozen strings, and then looked at the thick cabbage raised in the field, Mu Jinxuan rubbed her hands, ready to do a big job .

Well, there are delicious things to eat this winter.

Compared with the dismal harvest of wheat, the harvest of vegetables is barely a bumper harvest. The fellow villagers looked at the land of Mu's family, and then looked at their own land, and their hearts were immediately balanced. No matter what, it was at least similar to us.

If they dared to harvest the radishes before it snowed, the villagers dug holes in the yard to bury the harvested radishes and save them for the winter.

The Mu family, led by Mu Zizhou, also dug a hole in their backyard to bury cabbages and radishes. Their young lady, Mu Jinxuan, was wearing a lotus-coloured cotton-padded jacket and was walking around them with her hands behind her back, wearing a pair of The big dark eyes were gurgling and turning non-stop.

When everyone was done, Mu Jinxuan picked up a few radish heads and disappeared into the backyard.

"Big brother, big brother, have you ever eaten spicy flower radish?" Fen Baozi opened his big round eyes, holding the tender radish head with his cold little hand, and Mu Jinyan's arm with his other muddy hand, Mu Jinyan put it down Reading the book, he reached out and wrapped his two cold paws together with the tender radish into his palm.

Fen Baozi blinked her big eyes, and smiled sweetly: "Xuan'er pickled spicy radish for big brother!"

His sister is cute, he has long understood, but today's cuteness is obviously two percentage points higher than when counting the money, when the pink bubble burst, Mu Jinyan followed behind his sister, pissed off Help went.

"Brother, take a jar of pickled vegetables, chili peppers! Eh?? Where's the vinegar??"

Fen Baozi was wearing a small apron, the sleeves were rolled up to the arms, and holding a huge kitchen knife in his hand, Mu Jinyan's eyes twitched as he watched.

"Xuan'er, let me cut it." She reached out to take the kitchen knife.

"No, the spicy flower radish must be cut like a flower!"

Mu Jinyan continued to look at the big kitchen knife: "Well, do you want peonies or chrysanthemums? Brother, come here."

"..." Mu Jinxuan took a deep breath silently, big brother, spicy flower radish, lahua...how is she going to explain it?
In desperation, I had no choice but to push the person out of the kitchen. Anyway, the ingredients are complete, pickled pickles, that is, the radish is cut up, the ingredients are thrown in according to the proportion, the cover is marinated, and it can be eaten in ten days, but if you are greedy , It can be eaten for a few days, the winter radish is crispy and sweet, and the pickles are also delicious.

Wiping her little hands after work, her paws were red from the cold, so Mu Jinyan wrapped her little hands up and took her back to the study, waiting for Mu Zizhou's test.

It's cold, and the peasants are not as rich as the households. Not to mention the earth dragon, the stove may not even be lit. The only thing that is warm is the stove. Three meals a day, the fire is vigorous.

The men of the Mu family are not afraid of the severe cold. They used to lie in ambush in the snow with sheepskin jackets as if the door was closed by heavy snow, waiting for the fat sheep to come to the door. The stove is still cold, and the little nose is red.

Mu Maofeng asked Wu Dazhuang to bring some hand stoves from the lower counting room, and spread wool blankets under the bed for her. Mu Maofeng decided to build another earth dragon in the house, but it can't be done now, and it has to wait until the beginning of spring.

The folks kneaded the steamed buns with millet flour, and it tasted delicious and sweet, no worse than wheat flour. Father Wang even sent some steamed buns. After all, this family looked at so many people, except for a six-year-old The pink buns are all a group of old men. Not everyone knows how to knead steamed buns.

In fact, Father Wang really underestimated the men in the village. To use a classic sentence to describe it, except that he can't have children, he can do everything!
With Mu Jinxuan's body, she lost her mother when she was less than one year old. It was Mu Maofeng who brought a group of brothers, who washed diapers and nursed milk. After all, Mu Jinyan was only three and a half years old at that time, and the two buns got together. That has nothing to do with labor.

So there is no need to rob those who stay on the mountain, and it is obligatory to become a baby daddy, breastfeeding, washing diapers, cooking, cooking, making dumplings, kneading steamed buns, making snacks in different ways to make buns happy, etc.

Men are very proud, without women, they can still live well to this day!
Father Wang was very relieved about this, as can be seen from the things he carried in his hand. He also opened his eyes to the big girls and young wives in the village on the way from halfway up the mountain to his home.

Look at the steamed buns they knead, with flowers on them!
The folks couldn't help looking at Hua Mantou and being happy, and there were also unmarried girls who pursed their lips and looked at the houses halfway up the mountain and smiled ambiguously.

Farmers, what are the pictures?The plan is to find someone who is strong and able to work, so that the family can have food. Look at the men of the family on the mountain, all of them are strong and strong, but their faces are a bit ruthless, making people afraid to come forward to talk to them.

So Father Wang waved his hand, the healthy and sustainable development of the village is also the responsibility of the director. For the bright future of Dawangzhuang, he will be the matchmaker, and he will be the matchmaker!
The men who were digging pits and burying cabbage in the backyard of Mu's house trembled inexplicably, and looked back, the young lady was not there, why did they suddenly feel as if they were being plotted against?
When eating in the evening, the millet noodles and steamed buns were full of pots, and several dishes were placed on several tables, stewed cabbage and fried radish, all in pots.

The men have no doubts about the fact that they can only eat vegetables but not meat. The current situation is different from before. It is thankful that there is food on the way to escape, but today, on top of the two dishes, the young lady even added a vegetable.

There was a small plate in front of one person, inside was a hob-cut radish flower, the white and tender radish flesh was orange-red in color, and there were some red crumbs on it, which smelled sweet and sour.

The men were very curious, they didn't dare to ask big brother at the moment, they could only look down at the radish flowers, and waited until Mu Maofeng gave the order to serve the meal, and then everyone ate with their chopsticks, between the chopsticks intertwined, no one touched the plate of radishes.

Mu Jinxuan blinked her big black eyes, turned her head and glanced at Muzizhou, Uncle Fox coughed, slowly stretched out his chopsticks, set up the spicy flower radish, and took a bite out of it under the gaze of everyone.

The crisp sound of the radish creaked, everyone pricked up their ears, and glanced at Mu Zizhou's face from the corner of his eye.

The fox eyes squinted in enjoyment, and continued to pick up the chopsticks, with the millet steamed buns, one was sweet, the other was crispy, spicy and sweet, just right for the taste, delicious!
Seeing Mu Zizhou's expression that he wished he could swallow all the chopsticks, the men picked up the radish flower, threw it into their mouths and bit it.

Mu Jinxuan continued to blink and look around, the men licked their lips, still wanting to say: Miss, it's so delicious!

(End of this chapter)