In the 1970s, I sold my iron rice bowl, stocked up space and went to the countryside

After the house was repaired, Lu Qingyang felt that the whole house was much warmer.

Zhou Jianshe's craftsmanship is good. All the tables and chairs made of pine wood are ready. They look decent when they are placed.

Purely natural, pollution-free, and formaldehyde-free, solid wood furniture.

Sun Xiangqian took advantage of the free time to set up the stove.

Bricks are also ready-made, but it takes some craftsmanship.

In recent days, they repaired the cowshed during the day and built the stove when they came back at night. The efficiency is very fast.

Usually he would make some more cornmeal cakes and sorghum steamed buns and bring them to help the couple.

After a while, they became familiar with each other, and Zhang Zhongwen became more polite, but he still didn't dare to talk to them more.

On the day when the cowshed was completed, the pot used before finally died gloriously, and it was troublesome to go to the town.

I heard from the locals that they all made their own wooden steamers.

The best local material for making wooden steamers is walnut, which is moderately hard and soft and has a light density.

And most importantly, the steamed rice is very fragrant.

But walnut is also a rare wood in the forest.

When he returned to the forest farm, Lu Qingyang was more careful and prepared to see if there was any walnut.

He used his free time to look around, but he didn't find it.

Lu Qingyang began to get close to the old educated youth here and shared the pack of cigarettes he had in his pocket.

Sure enough, it is easier to get things done with someone. An old educated youth pointed to a place and said, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a tree there, but what do you want the walnut tree for?"

"I plan to cut a section and make a wooden steamer."

The old educated youth was not surprised and smiled, "You don't mind the trouble. Do you really plan to settle down here? Don't want to go back to the city?"

"Of course I do."

Lu Qingyang rubbed his hands, but he had to stay here for at least four or five years.

He must try his best to improve his quality of life.

He ran to the depths of the forest and saw that there was more than one walnut tree, and they were all good. It would be great if they could all be planted in the space.

But today, Lu Qingyang only cut a section and made the wooden steamer first. Filling his stomach was more important.

After work, he started to do handicrafts, which was indeed much more troublesome than he imagined.

First, make the wood into small blocks, then assemble them into a trapezoidal barrel with a small bottom and a large top. Drill some small holes in the middle of the blocks, connect them with bamboo nails through the small holes, and then weave them with rattan strips, and the shape of a wooden steamer will appear.

Next, let the planer plane the inside and outside of the steamer smooth, weave a circle of bamboo strips on the outside of the steamer to reinforce it, add a bamboo strip steamer at the bottom of the third of the height, and finally add a wooden lid, and it's done!

With the help of Zhou Jianshe, it took several days to finally make it.

He couldn't wait to try the effect of the new wooden steamer.

Before using it, clean it with a wooden brush, then simply disinfect it with boiling water and salt, and then prepare to steam some rice.

Sure enough, the steamed rice is much more fragrant than modern electric rice cookers.

The rice was crystal clear, with distinct grains, not mushy or undercooked, and had the pure aroma of the original wood. It was fragrant and soft, and tasted soft and fragrant.

It was worth it after spending so much effort.

He used the previously pickled wild boar ribs to stew a salty rib hot pot, and added various vegetables to it.

The three of them ate together, and Lu Qingyang observed whether there would be any changes after they ate the dishes in the space.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that only he could add attributes to the dishes in the space, and other people would be like eating ordinary dishes, without any additional effects.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.

After all, he came from a time travel, and they were all natives in the book.

"Qingyang, you spent so much effort to make this wooden steamer. The rice cooked in it is so delicious that I can eat five bowls."

Lu Qingyang smiled dryly, "You are exaggerating."

He poured two more bowls of rice soup for the two of them, "Do you want to drink the rice soup?"

"Yes! You made it. Even if it is shit, I want to taste the saltiness!"

Sun Xiangqian took a sip of the rice soup and sighed, "The rice soup is more fragrant than usual. When I go back, I will also make a wooden steamer to cook."

After they left, Lu Qingyang washed some soybeans and soaked them there.

When he got free time, he planned to borrow the stone mill tomorrow to grind some soybeans and make some tofu and bean curd skin.

He had accumulated enough luck points and he would go fishing tomorrow.

This time, he wanted to find a more remote place to avoid these people and catch more fish.

The rest was pickled and stored. When the cold winter came,Food can also be stored for a period of time.

He suddenly realized a problem. He hadn't seen Shen Mo for several days, and he didn't know what she was busy with.

In the original book, she fell into the river and drowned in this winter. He must remind her to stay away from the river.

Just as he was about to find her, he found Shen Mo coming over with two buckets.

"Lu Qingyang, pecans! Pine cones!"

Lu Qingyang squatted down and looked at the full pecans in the bucket. "These fruits are very full? You have been so busy these days. Did you go to the mountains to find this?"

"One bucket of walnuts, one bucket of pine cones, half and half."

Lu Qingyang couldn't help but feel funny. He actually had a share.

"Fry them for me!"

Thinking of the pine nuts she ate that day, she felt endless aftertaste.

People here fry pine nuts, but they are reluctant to fry them like Lu Qingyang, so the taste is a little bland.

Shen Mo didn't know how many squirrel nests she dug to find these.

"Okay, I'll cook it for you right away. Have you had dinner? Do you want to stay for more?"

Shen Mo curled her lips, "I've had dinner, but it's still edible."

Fortunately, he had foresight and cooked another pot of rice, "Just right, you can try the rice I cooked with the new wooden steamer."

As soon as Shen Mo sat down, she ate two bowls of rice with salted pork ribs.

But two bowls of rice were obviously not enough for her.

Lu Qingyang couldn't help but wonder, did she really come here after dinner?

After eating more than half a bucket of rice, Shen Mo touched her stomach with satisfaction, and her mouth was still unsatisfied.

"Maltese."

So this is a snack after dinner?

Lu Qingyang made two cups for him with a smile.

"Come to work after you finish drinking!"

The two picked and picked, picking out the dead leaves and fine branches in the walnuts and pine nuts.

Now Lu Qingyang found another problem. The pot here is not enough for frying, so he can only fry it in several pots.

Shen Mo has a big appetite, and these snacks are probably just a drop in the bucket for her.

Pecans need to be fried twice, and Shen Mo eats them while frying.

Shen Mo tried to crack the pecans just out of the pot to get the flesh inside, and ate them with satisfaction.

At the end of the frying, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and a large crack appeared on the iron pot.

Lu Qingyang was so amused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Look at you, little foodie, now my pot is 'sacrificed' in your hands, you have to compensate me."

Shen Mo raised her head in confusion, and after she realized it, she agreed at once: "Pot? I'll compensate you!"

"I'll go to town and buy you the best pot!"