Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

The situation of the daughters-in-law's family in the village is basically the same. They all help if they can help, but they have this kind of heart, but the virtues of the people they help are different.

Aunt Zhang Qi's natal family has two younger brothers, both of whom are not bad, she remembers friendship in everything, but the brothers on Uncle Zhang Qi's side are different, they are all blood-sucking masters!

Ding Xuewei has been living in the Zhang family for so long, and she has already found out about Zhang's relatives from Dahua and Xiaohua.

Aunt Zhang Qi's worry, she can naturally understand.

"There is a lot of distance between the west of the city and the east of the city. It's hard to say, and you can't even meet them."

"You don't know..."

Aunt Zhang Qi only said half of what she said. Ding Xuewei is a child after all, so she can't say too much: "I plan to take some money and deposit it with Brother Qiao. If Dad Dahua runs out of food, he can help buy some, what do you say?" , will anyone go there to sell food?"

The reason why Aunt Zhang Qi said these things to Ding Xuewei was because she really wanted to vomit her worries, and the other reason was because Ding Xuewei had more knowledge than her and wanted to get peace of mind from Ding Xuewei.

In addition, Ding Xuewei didn't dare to say whether the businessman would go to the construction site to earn money, but she dared to say: "There must be."

"As long as you have it!" Aunt Zhang Qi breathed a sigh of relief!
While talking, several people didn't stop moving their hands. When Anping and Dahua called for dinner, about ten catties of bamboo worms were blanched in water to dry.

It was almost two o'clock when Zhang Qi came back, and the fried broad beans and peas were all cold, not to mention the bamboo worms, which had been dried for a long time, had no moisture at all, and the skin was dry, and it was fried without splashing. The more oil, the faster the time.

Aunt Zhang Qi didn't waste the oil, and the ten catties of bamboo worms were only divided into four pots, and they were fried before four o'clock.

Ding Xuewei, who was free at this time, took San Xiaozhi and Jin Huan, sisters Big and Big, and blanched the bamboo shoot tips that they carried back in the morning.

For dinner, Ding Xuewei didn't plan to do anything. After telling Anping Laidi how to make the best bamboo shoots, he and Pandi headed towards the pig shed again.

Two meals in the morning and evening can be said to be irreversible.

"Sister, what did you want to say earlier?"

"Painting and dyeing fabrics, and toilet paper, you wait for me."

You can't always let Pandi say that she has no ideas, people who don't know her will just listen to her words, and those who are familiar with her will never believe it. Knowing something will only make people more suspicious.

Ding Xuewei went to the supermarket quickly, picked out a silk scarf with a simple design and color, and took two rolls of toilet paper of different colors. Cut out a lot of bamboo shoots.

Similarly, she still kept the tenderest bamboo shoot tips.

"look."

Ding Xuewei was the first to hand out the silk scarf.

Having been to Linglong Pavilion with her several times, Pandi can be regarded as having good eyesight, but she was still shocked when the thin as a cicada's wing and beautifully painted scarves were displayed in front of her eyes.

Although the silk scarf that Ding Xuewei chose was not made of real silk, and even though the printing was nothing more than simple grid lines, in Pandi's view, it was so beautiful and unique.

"This is printing and dyeing. Boil viscous oil and mix it with pigments, and then draw the desired pattern on the fabric. When a pattern is completed, you can use another piece of fabric, or the other end of the same fabric to dye the same pattern. , and then the next step of painting or cleaning is done after the previous paint is completely dry."

As she spoke, she flipped the silk scarf to let Pandi understand her meaning more clearly.

"Do you understand?"

Pan Di, who rubbed the silk scarf over and over again, raised her eyes suddenly: "I just know what you will do, it doesn't matter whether you understand or not."

The words, she can say them to people, it doesn't matter whether she can understand it or not, the important thing is that she can say those words and know the existence of such things.

Ding Xuewei didn't know whether he should lament his selfishness, give the heroine such a strong opponent, or rejoice that the thoughtful baby in front of him is his sister.

Pan Di is simply too sharp, too clear about the point.

Nodding, Ding Xuewei hung the silk scarf around her neck, and took out the rolled paper that had been stuck under her armpit.

"This is called toilet paper. It can do everything a handkerchief can do. Compared with handkerchiefs, its disposable advantage is the reason why I want to tinker with it."

After tearing off two sections of paper, she first symbolically blew her nose, and then threw it into a bucket beside her.

"Whether it's wiping your nose or your butt, you don't need to wash it. It's okay to accumulate it and burn it, or throw it in the latrine for compost."

After two verses in a row to make Pandi feel good, she talked about the production methods of white paper and bamboo fiber paper.

"This kind of white one has to go through a bleaching process whether it is made of bamboo or mulberry tree. As for this kind of tea-brown one, it has not been bleached. I want to make this kind, and there are many bamboos on the opposite side."

Pandi is too smart and transparent, Ding Xuewei explained the usefulness of it, and stopped talking after doing it, leaving her some time to explore toilet paper.

"I'll bury them, and you send them away."

Pandi figured out some characteristics of toilet paper, picked up the waste paper in the bucket, and motioned Ding Xuewei to send back the things in her hand.

Ding Xuewei felt relieved when Pandi was working, and entered the space with a silk scarf and toilet paper.

The two sisters spent a lot of time in the cowshed, and when they returned, Anping Laidi and Jin Huan's meals were ready.

The Zhang family did not refuse the spinach and egg drop soup specially prepared by Anping, and Ding Xuewei and others readily accepted the bowl of fried bamboo worms presented by the Zhang family.

"Most of them have no buds!"

Up to now, the members of the Zhang family still feel that the sprouting of rice grains is a fantasy, and it is a pity that Aunt Zhang Qi, who is sure that her family will be able to sow seeds tomorrow, picked up the rice grains that Ding Xuewei had soaked.

Ding Xuewei, who looked at Mi Ya carefully, was very satisfied: "I'll go through the water tomorrow, and just fish out the sprouts and give them to the chicken."

Nearly one-tenth of the germination rate is mostly the rice taken out of her space, and she is going crazy with joy.

Not to mention the harvest of one thousand catties, even five hundred catties is far beyond the grain output of this world.

If the yield per mu is increased by half, the lives of ordinary people will be much easier!
"Xuewei, if you want to divide Fermi, I think it's better to divide it today." Zhang Qi suggested: "Tomorrow, the rice buds will be longer, and it will be easier to break the buds."

In terms of planting, Ding Xuewei has no experience. Zhang Qi said so, she naturally listened, and she selected Fei Zhongcai, how could Zhang Qi and the others have no idea.

Compared with one-tenth of rice grains, one-third of local grain seeds are not very good.

"There are so many waste seeds, why don't we distribute them for two more days?"

Zhang Dahua looked at the millet that had been scavenged and felt very distressed: "But I have sprinkled some water one after another, so I don't think there should be any major problems."

"Don't think so." Ding Xue said slightly, "The fabric will get moldy in rainy days, let alone such watered food."

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