The best farmhouse

Chapter 12 Production
Moreover, Zhao Canniang was still standing at the stone mill, making gestures with her hands.

Zhao Qingfeng felt that if he didn't ask, his sister would never tell about the difficulties he encountered.

He walked up to the front, looked at Zhao Canniang in confusion, and asked, "Sister, do you have anything to do? If you really need my help, just tell me."

At this moment, the sky outside is very dark, and a little bit of starlight hangs in the sky.

The light in the courtyard is very dim, but it can still be seen.

Zhao Canniang turned around, worrying that she didn't know how to speak, so it was all right now, Zhao Qingfeng asked by himself.

Then he said pleadingly, "Brother, I want to grind something, can you push the millstone for me?"

Zhao Qingfeng didn't rush to agree, but looked at Zhao Canniang with a puzzled face and asked, "What are you doing pushing the millstone, Canniang? I remember that we only pushed cornmeal at home, and there is nothing to push. "

Zhao Qingfeng knew this poor family very well, he kept everything in his mind, he didn't remember anything that needed to be pushed.

The konjac had been washed by Zhao Canniang and cut into small pieces so that it could be put into the grinding eyes, but this also changed the konjac all of a sudden.

So when Zhao Canniang took out the konjac, Zhao Qingfeng didn't recognize it. The one in the wooden basin was the konjac grown in the back of the village.

"What's this?" Zhao Qingfeng looked curiously at the things inside the wooden basin, as if he was going to reach out to touch it.

Zhao Canniang naturally didn't allow it. When cutting the konjac, the juice stuck to her hands, which made her hands feel a little numb, which made her hands feel very uncomfortable now.

She didn't want Zhao Qingfeng to discover this secret before konjac was made, so after Zhao Canniang opened Zhao Qingfeng's hand, she said, "Brother, don't be so curious, okay, if I could tell you, I would have told you Yes, this is my secret, hurry up and help me push the mill, and if you push it, it will have nothing to do with you."

Zhao Canniang urged.

Zhao Qingfeng thought about it, there weren't many things in the basin, and it was a waste of energy to push it just to help.

So without hesitation, he held the grinding crutches in his hand, and said to Zhao Canniang, "Sister, I push slowly, you slowly put the things in the basin into the grinding eyes."

Zhao Canniang had never done this before, but she had seen it on TV. She nodded and said, "I know brother. Don't worry, I will be careful. You should start pushing."

After Zhao Qingfeng heard Zhao Canniang's answer, he started to push the mill. Zhao Canniang followed suit by standing on the rotten stool, and carefully put the cut konjac cubes into the mill eye with a wooden spoon.

There is a large wooden barrel under the grinding tank, and all the juice flowing out of the millstone stays in the wooden barrel.

The thing pushed by the millstone was very thin, and Zhao Qingfeng finished pushing the konjac in a few strokes.

Zhao Canniang looked at the black juice in the bucket like looking at a baby, with a happy expression on her face.

"Brother, thank you. Go and rest. I'll wash off the grinder, and I'll sleep after working for a while." Zhao Canniang urged.

Because Zhao Qingfeng has to get up early tomorrow morning to sell firewood, so he also wants to go to bed at this time. He usually goes to bed because it is dark, and unconsciously formed a biological clock. Zhao Qingfeng was also a little sleepy, so he said, "That's good I'm going to sleep first, and if something happens, remember to yell."

The reason why Zhao Qingfeng entrusted him like this was because he was worried that Zhao Quanfa would come back.

Zhao Canniang nodded, "I know brother, you'd better go to bed." Now Zhao Canniang just wants to drive Zhao Qingfeng to bed early, so that she can make konjac.

Zhao Qingfeng entered the room, and after Zhao Canniang washed the millstone clean, even snoring sounds could be heard in the room.

Only then did Zhao Canniang lift the barrel into the kitchen.

The inside of the kitchen was darker than the outside, and apart from being able to see the outlines of the objects clearly, nothing else could be seen clearly. It seemed a little difficult to clear up the ashes.

Zhao Canniang became anxious, and had no choice but to light the fire in the stove, and then began to fill it with firewood.

The fire in the stove lit up, and the entire kitchen was no longer so dark.

Zhao Canniang's face was filled with joy, as long as she lifted the wooden bucket to the side of the stove, she could filter the ash and water while burning the fire.

Carefully hold the white cloth in her hand, because Zhao Canniang is alone, so it is not convenient to do things, right now it is a problem to fix the white cloth.

Fortunately, Zhao Canniang finally thought of a way, hold the white cloth by its four legs, and just fill it with water, the impurities will stay on the white cloth, and the clean water will be underneath.

After finally getting the water from the plant ash, the water that Zhao Canniang had boiled in the pot also boiled.

Three or two times, Zhao Canniang poured the ash water into the barrel, and then quickly stirred it with a spatula.

After fully reconciling, Zhao Canniang stopped her movements.

Then he looked at the contents of the bucket with satisfaction, and poured everything into the boiling water pot without hesitation.

As soon as the konjac juice was poured into the water, it changed rapidly.

Very quickly, the juice turned into something like jelly.

At this time, it needs to be stirred. The more it is stirred, the better the konjac will be.

So Zhao Canniang didn't relax for a moment, and stirred in the pot very rhythmically.

Looking at the boiling konjac, Zhao Canniang's heart almost jumped out of joy.

She seemed to see a ray of hope.

(End of this chapter)