Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 88 He's Not Dirty
There was a knock on the door of the room, and before there was a response, it was pushed open, and the wind outside the door immediately poured in.

Shu Yingtong knew who it was without looking up.

"Girl! Hurry up, the first pot is delicious!" A white porcelain bowl was placed on the corner of the desk with a bang.

"Leave first."

Zhu Yu leaned on the table and tilted her body to poke her head over, reading each word: "Water, hemp, soil."

Shu Yingtong's pen tip flicked, "You read it again?"

"Ah? Is it wrong? Oh, water, bed, Fang."

"Excellent, I can recognize one of the three characters of Water Mill. Dongsheng is better than you."

Shu Yingtong pressed her temple hard, took a sip of soy milk from the bowl, and frowned, "Why is it salty?"

"Of course it's salty, otherwise it could be sweet?" Zhu Yu tilted his head, blinking his eyes, "Our village always puts salt, oh, sometimes we don't. Salt is too expensive, so we have to save it. "

"It's really difficult..." Shu Yingtong put down the bowl, got up and opened the closet to take out a jar, "Take it. Change the bowl for me, thank you."

"What is this?" Zhu Yu was talking, and she had already removed the cap with her hand, and sniffed closely with her nose, "White sand? Why does it smell sweet?"

"White sugar." Shu Yingtong took a porcelain soup and handed it to her, not surprised by her shocked expression.

In this era of backward productivity, people like Zhu Yu probably see brown sugar the most, and more advanced ones are white sugar frosting after brown sugar is decolorized by the yellow mud method.

As for this industrially produced crystalline white sugar, it has not yet appeared.

Zhu Yu carefully hooked a little of the porcelain soup and poured it into his mouth, his round eyes sparkled, "Sweet! If you don't want this bowl, then I'll drink it."

He picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp, then ran out again holding the jar and bowl with a wipe of his mouth.

Shu Yingtong put down the brush, washed her hands and walked to the kitchen.It's too troublesome for Zhu Yu to run around, so I'd better drink it by myself, and take a look at how tofu is made by the way.

"Stand up, have you washed your hands?"

"washed!"

"I don't believe it. Hold it out and let me see. Anyone who hasn't washed it will not be given soy milk."

As soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, Shu Yingtong curled his mouth when he heard the commotion inside.

Finally, they corrected their bad habit of daring to eat with black mud on their hands.

"Sister Zhuyu, his hands are black, haven't they been washed?"

Shu Yingtong stepped into the kitchen, and saw a pretty girl in a pink dress and a pink skirt frowning, pointing timidly at Dongsheng's hand.

Dong Sheng pursed his lips and put his hands behind his back in embarrassment.

"It's been cleaned." Zhu Yu took Dongsheng's hand, patted the back of his hand to make him straighten his fingers, "Hey, it's stained by cutting hogweed, and this nail is too, and it can't be washed off."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers against the hem of his lotus-colored clothes, and said with a smile, "Look, he's not dirty."

"I'm sorry, I blamed you wrongly." The little girl apologized softly and gave a blessing.

Dongsheng had never seen such a behavior before, he took two steps back and waved his hands in a panic, "No, no, no."

Shu Yingtong recognized at a glance that this girl who was obviously dressed differently among the children was An Xingzhou's daughter.

"What are you doing standing at the door, go in quickly. The plaster cast will be cast soon, and I'll scoop you a bowl of bean curd when it's ready." Huiru wiped her hands on her apron, and stepped into the kitchen with a smile on her face.

When the children turned around and saw Shu Yingtong, they immediately restrained their expressions and stood up obediently to say hello.

"Ms. Shu is well." Yue'er walked up to her generously and blessed her body with a smile.

"The daughter of Mr. An's family is different, she looks like a little adult." Zhu Yu laughed and joked, amazed.

"Hello Miss An." Shu Yingtong nodded in response.

Glancing at the seven or eight children present, they all belong to Hideyoshi Village, with the exception of Dongsheng.

Seeing Shu Yingtong's eyes fall on him, Shuan'er ran up to hug her leg with a smile, "Sister Erya, I brought him here, he is my good brother!"

"Did I say anything?" Shu Yingtong raised her eyebrows, "Come here for a bowl of soy milk."

Huiru burst out laughing, holding a stack of bowls and arranging them in a row on the stove.

"He, he's having a good time with Dongsheng. Dongsheng is a sensible kid, and he comes here every day at dawn to cut pigweed and peel acorns with a few children in the village."

The praised Dongsheng lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoe shyly, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The mother said that his life was saved by the girl and the others, and he wanted to repay them when he grew up.

But it’s been too long since I’ve grown up, so it’s time to start paying back now.

I heard from Sister Zhu Yu that she wanted to feed the pigs, but he had never done so, but he had seen the swineherd of the landlord's family cutting pig grass in the wild, so he knew which grass was used to feed the pigs.

"Use that jar of white sugar." Shu Yingtong stopped Zhuyu who was holding the jar of salt.

"Ah? So precious..." Zhu Yu was a little bit reluctant.

Farmers know that sugar is expensive, and the girl doesn't like to drink salty food. This can of sweet and beautiful sugar is going to be kept for her alone.

"A lot."

"Okay! I want to drink a pot!" Zhu Yu smiled happily, dug a few spoonfuls and poured them into the wooden basin.

A row of people squatted in the kitchen, and the sound of drinking soy milk kept coming and going.

Shuan'er, who was squatting next to Shu Yingtong, smacked his lips.

"Sister Erya, this sweet soy milk is so delicious. Can I bring a bowl for Sister Taohua to drink later? She picked jujube for me to eat."

"Whatever." Shu Yingtong responded lightly.

"Ah? Is it possible? Then... and... Yongshan, Gousheng, Goudan, Yougen, Yanzi..." Shuan'er read the names one by one with his fingers.

"Let Zhu Yu carry a bucket to help you deliver it together."

"Hee hee, I like Elder Sister Erya the most!" Shuan'er approached Shu Yingtong affectionately.

"Really, before Jing Yunyan gave you the gold beads, you seem to have said so."

"That doesn't count!" Shuan Er retorted righteously, "He said that he would be my brother-in-law in the future, well, he can be the second."

"Stop talking nonsense with him in the future." Suddenly, I wanted to throw a bowl.

"What! You Jing Yunyan!" Zhu Yu put down the sugar jar with a bang, and put her hands on her hips angrily, "I want to be my uncle, but there is no way! Let him be my uncle, wouldn't I be on an equal footing with him?!"

"I think this uncle is very good..." Huiru interrupted in a low voice, "You can spend the rest of your life with the girl..."

"Of course! No one can try to drag me down from the highest position beside the girl!"

"It's as if you can drag him out of the girl's room." Huiru muttered silently.

"Do you think I don't exist?" Shu Yingtong stood up with a livid face.

A series of hurried footsteps rushed towards the kitchen, "Girl, Yulian's mother-in-law brought a group of people to our village to make trouble, should we fight?" Yao shi was holding the door frame with an angry expression on his face.

"What! There's a fight? I'll do it!" Zhu Yu excitedly untied her apron and threw it on the chopping board, cracking her fingers.

"Convince people with reason."

"Okay!" Zhu Yu pulled out the bone-chopping knife from the knife holder with a swish.

There is a small, brand new word engraved on the blade next to the handle.

Management.

(End of this chapter)