The best farmhouse

Chapter 11 Konjac
Zhao Canniang picked up the konjac, and just happened to be seen by Qin Shi, who hurriedly said, "Silly boy, what are you doing with the konjac, the juice will get on your hands later, you should feel uncomfortable."

Ma yam?Could it be that people here call konjac mojac, and then Zhao Canniang was relieved, this konjac does numb hands, and it is normal to be called mojac.

Thinking of this, Zhao Canniang asked, "Mother, can you give this to me."

Qin frowned and asked, "What are you doing with this? This taro is not edible. The one in your hand was picked up by your brother from the mountain last time."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Canniang was excited, "Mother, are there a lot of mochi on the mountain?" In the memory inherited, there is no mochi.

Qin's face was full of worry when she heard Canniang's words. How did she find that Canniang had become a little abnormal since yesterday, "Canniang, are you okay? You used to talk to you in this taro forest. Brother went to play, why don't you remember?"

Hearing Qin's doubts, Zhao Canniang cried out inwardly, Qin actually doubted herself.

As soon as I thought about it, I came up with a way to explain it, "Mother, I don't know why, maybe it's because I walked around the gate of hell yesterday, I can't remember many things before, and I don't know why I am now Nothing to be afraid of."

Qin's expression did not relax after hearing this explanation, "It's hard for Canniang, it's all because of mother's fault, if it wasn't for mother, you wouldn't have suffered such a crime." What Qin thought was that Zhao Canniang must have seen Something terrible happened, that's why his mind changed drastically.

Zhao Canniang was taken aback, knowing that people here also believe in ghosts and gods, it seems that this test has passed.

"Mother, please don't say that. I can't blame you for all this. It's Zhao Quanfa who has no conscience." Zhao Canniang said angrily.

Then he changed the subject and said, "Mum, there are really a lot of mochi on the mountain?" Zhao Canniang continued to ask.

Mrs. Qin nodded, and began to embroider with her head down, and said slowly, "There are a lot of them. There are a lot of taro growing in the forest on the mountain, but the taro is not edible because of the large tubers growing underneath. It’s really a waste. When there was a famine in the early years, some people in the village cooked and ate it. How could they know that their mouths were numb when they ate it? Later, no one ate it. The taro in your hand is yours. My brother picked it up from chopping firewood on the mountain, and I don’t know what he was doing with it.”

After listening to Qin's explanation, Zhao Canniang felt happier. No one has eaten it, which means that people don't even know how good konjac is, and it seems that people here don't know how to eat konjac.

This is so good, Zhao Canniang had an idea in her heart, since the people here don't know how to eat it, if she really cooks this taro and sells it on the street, wouldn't she also be able to make money? Restaurant, maybe they can really make a fortune.

Thinking of this, Zhao Canniang's heart became hot.

Zhao Canniang didn't say anything, went directly into the house, and hugged the big taro in her arms.

She has to think about how to make this mochi.

The alkali needed to make mochi is not available right now, and she doesn't know if it is sold in the market.

Now only grass ash water is left.

Thinking of this impoverished family, Zhao Canniang felt helpless, so let's get rid of it!At least without spending money.

Carrying the taro into the kitchen, Zhao Canniang thought about it for a while, and it was the first time to try it, so she had to do it less.

I found an old useless wooden bucket in the kitchen. After cleaning it and making sure that it was not leaking, Zhao Canniang shoveled half of the bucket with grass ash in the stove with a small iron shovel.

Then he took half a bucket of water and poured it directly into the ash.

Then there was stirring, and after the stirring was complete, Zhao Canniang lifted the wooden barrel to the corner and put it away.

All that needs to be done now is to clarify the grass gray water, look at the floating debris on the water, and filter it well.

I found a piece of white cloth in the house, which seemed to be the gaiba that the Qin family used to make tofu. Zhao Canniang didn't tell the Qin family that if this matter got out, maybe the Qin family would not support it.

Zhao Canniang had already thought about it, and when Zhao Qingfeng came back, she would pull Zhao Qingfeng together.

There is a stone mill at home. After all, the family needs to grind cornmeal, so the problem of grinding konjac can be easily solved. It's just that she is too short to hook the grinder, so she can only wait for Zhao Qingfeng to get it.

Because Zhao Canniang had blocked the work in the kitchen on her body today, so the Qin family has been embroidering in the yard, and there is no work for dinner.

Zhao Qingfeng finally returned with a load of firewood when it was getting dark.

It seemed that Zhao Qingfeng was a little tired, his face was full of tiredness, Zhao Canniang glanced at the two heavy bundles of dry firewood, she didn't know where Zhao Qingfeng got them at this time of year.

Qin's distressed face "Qingfeng told you to do less, but you just don't believe it. Look at such a big burden, how tiring it is to carry it."

As soon as Qin came forward, he gently patted the leaves and twigs on Zhao Qingfeng's clothes.

Zhao Qingfeng smiled slightly and said, "Today when I went to the mountain over there, I saw a dead tree and couldn't help but cut it back. This is dry firewood. It looks like a big load, but it doesn't weigh much."

Zhao Qingfeng comforted Qin Shi very sensiblely, but actually he didn't want Qin Shi to worry.

Hearing Zhao Qingfeng's words, I don't know why Zhao Canniang's heart felt sorry for Zhao Qingfeng. The children of poor people are already in charge of the family. Zhao Qingfeng will only be 13 years old in a month, but he has a maturity that does not match his age.

Probably because he is a boy, although Zhao Qingfeng is only a little over a year older than Zhao Canniang, he is much taller, about 1.4 meters by visual estimation.

"Mother, I really have nothing to do. This dry firewood sells for money. I took a look. This load of firewood can be split into two loads to sell, and the dry firewood sells for money. This load should be able to sell for five yuan. About, I will sell them tomorrow morning so that I can buy two eggs for my sister."

Zhao Canniang's heart became sad, and her eyes filled with tears. This was the care and affection she had never experienced before.

Silently, Zhao Canniang returned to the kitchen.

In the evening, the fish with pickled cabbage and corn batter are still cooked.

Qin went to bed after eating. The family couldn't afford oil lamps, and Qin couldn't embroider.

Zhao Canniang was thinking about making konjac. After washing the dishes, she didn't go to sleep, but was tinkering with the stone mill in the yard.

Standing in front of the stone mill, Zhao Canniang thought of many ways, and finally decided that she did not have the ability to move the stone mill.

Zhao Qingfeng has observed Zhao Canniang for a long time, and since eating, Zhao Canniang has been restless.

(End of this chapter)