Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts.

Chapter 48 47. Oil, salt and rice! [Please give me a monthly pass]

Just when I was riding my bicycle on the return trip, it started to rain again. Huaiyu just wanted to sigh out all the anger for the year and steeled himself to stop being so irritable.

But when she returned to her humble home, she calmed down again.

A few green onions had wide leaves and were quickly washed in a basin. The wild garlic was a bit too much and troublesome, so I put it aside first.

Next is Artemisia annua, with clusters of white fluffy leaves and a slightly bluish color at the bottom. It is very cute and easy to clean. Just put it in a basin and rinse it for a few times to remove the sediment.

This looks like a big clump, but actually it only sticks out slightly when put in a stainless steel basin.

Finally, the bottom of the basket is the ground vegetables.

This thing was wet and slippery, but it was still very fragile. When Huaiyu was picking it up, he accidentally grabbed a lot of dirt and broken leaves. Now when it is poured into a basin, it will break into pieces with a little force and cannot be fished out.

She had no choice but to stir it up once, and then put it directly into the pot to cook.

These yellow-green vegetables with a hint of brown are floating in the water. As the heat rises, the water slowly boils, and the originally fragile and slippery texture gradually hardens.

She stared at the pot, and at this moment she couldn't help but think about her past - she could build a house, cook, and recognize wild vegetables.

Looking at the notebook again, the writing is not too bad.

Wow! How come she knows everything? He must be a very educated person, right? professor? expert? Or are you studying gardening or plants?

It can’t be an agricultural university, right? That’s pretty cool too!

But after racking his brains, the past was still a cloud of white mist. Huaiyu held his chin in confusion and frowned. Until the gurgling boiling water in the pot reminded her—

Laolao!

It won’t be fished out and cooked for a long time.

She instantly put the unimportant past behind her, then quickly took a small basket to filter and clean the vegetables, and then wrote down something to buy -

【Filter Basket】

The cooked vegetables were not so fragile and the color was much darker. Huaiyu sat on the green bricks with the basin and washed it slowly. He felt that his buttocks were wet and cold...

Thinking about it this way, there are really a lot of little bits and pieces that need to be purchased. If you have a lot of points, it's not impossible to buy a small bench.

Just as she was thinking about it, a sudden wave of heat flowed down her face, and the terrible feeling rooted in her memory made her stand up quickly.

After standing up, Huaiyu was stunned for a while, and then realized:

“…”

She depressedly dug out the sanitary products hidden in the innermost storage bag, then sighed and went to the toilet.

No wonder I'm easily depressed recently. It turns out it's the menstrual period I've been preparing for but forgot about.

(╥_╥)

Fortunately, he didn't feel anything else, but Huaiyu still maintained a cautious and conservative attitude. When he came back, he didn't dare to sit on the cold green bricks, so he had to squat there and mix warm water with it to slowly wash the vegetables.

As she washed, she thought of a more terrifying problem - she always felt that her age was not as young as she looked now, but how old was she?

Are you married?

Could it be that you have already given birth to a child?

She touched her belly, her face turned pale by the thoughts in her head, and she didn't dare to think deeply.

But unexpectedly, the ground vegetables were finally washed. On a cloudy and rainy day, nothing could be dried, so she simply put the pot back on, and spread the ground vegetables in it to slowly dry.

By the way, how was the earthen kiln built? Do you want to build one at the door?

Otherwise, there is only one pot, which is somewhat inconvenient.

Huaiyu squatted on the ground and felt really uncomfortable. After turning around a few times, he finally dragged the green bricks over again, then put a few layers of straw curtains on top, and gathered up the wild garlic again.

This thing is also called garlic and onion. It is very thin, and the onion underneath is also very small.

She slowly tidied up while listening to the rustling rain. The two large bushes of green wild garlic, covered with mud and dust, slowly turned into a neat and tidy bundle.

Only a small cluster with soil is left there for tomorrow. As for the ones that are washed now...

Huaiyu took out a kitchen knife and cut everything into small pieces.

She filled a bowl and put it next to her. Then she saw that the ground vegetables in the pot had been dried to a hard and crispy state, so she simply put it away and replaced it with wild garlic for baking. There are some wild vegetables in the entire territory of Qiangwei Mansion, but not many.

After all, the ground has been planned and leveled, which is very different from the original style of the mountain forest. At least there is not a clump of wild garlic yet.

If you don’t want to have to go up the mountain every time to eat, you can only use this method to preserve it.

The sweet and soft texture of the hot noodle cake seemed to still be there. Huaiyu stared at today's noon harvest and thought about it:

"What...are you going to eat tonight?"

Original noodle soup with steamed white wormwood, or white wormwood soup?

Or chive pancake?

Or use purified rice, add chives, salt, and diced lard residue, and simmer a bowl of mediocre oil and salt rice?

So difficult!

She was salivating, but she only had one stomach. At this moment, she was stuck in a painful and difficult decision.

…

At six o'clock in the evening, the light rain outside had stopped again. It was so dark that only the shadows of the mountains in the distance could be seen vaguely.

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Huaiyu was already used to all this. At this moment, he poured the dried wild garlic out of the pot and let it cool under the dim firelight, and then began to prepare tonight's dinner.

After eating flour for two consecutive meals, she decided to eat rice tonight despite the rain and dew!

Fragrant rice!

If there were two eggs now, whether it was scrambled eggs with ground vegetables, an egg pancake made by her, or fried rice with eggs... Huaiyu could eat two bowls at one go!

But the reality is that dried vegetables can only be put into bags for later use, and there are no eggs.

She thought that next time she went to the trading market, she should find a book and come back. Otherwise, I would be so bored in the house with nothing to do, even washing the dishes would have to slow down, and my life would be too boring.

It's okay during the day, I can always find some work to do.

But the fire was not bright enough at night, and there was nothing else to do except sleep.

She doesn't need to sleep for more than ten hours a day now.

While Huaiyu was thinking about what to do to pass the time, he used his chopsticks to pick out a small ball of lard and put it into the pot.

The lard in the entire lunch box has been carefully used three times, and now it has suffered severe trauma at the corners.

Then stir-fry the sliced ​​wild onions and diced lard until they become fragrant, sprinkle some salt, and put them in a bowl.

Then wash the pot and cook.

Huaiyu did this series of movements smoothly and extremely smoothly.

When the rice grains bloom, turn down the heat and simmer, then she pours the stir-fried scallion oil and lard residue evenly over the rice!

Find a few green onions, chop them up, and sprinkle them evenly.

Heat steamed at the bottom, and the firewood made a crackling sound. The rich aroma hit his face, and when he closed the pot lid, Huaiyu was once again full of expectations.

Although I only added a few pieces of lard residue, I didn’t dare to add more oil, like a stingy landowner preparing meals for long-term workers...

But, it smells really good!

The aroma of rice! The flavor of stir-fried fat brings with it the unique onion-garlic flavor of wild garlic and scallions...

For a moment, the entire tree house could no longer contain her anticipation.

Update three!

I originally planned to save the manuscript, but after thinking about it, I decided to write another chapter. After all, I asked for votes, so I’m sorry for the short word count...

Okay, good night for real this time! Good night in advance!

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