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

Wen Jing saw the displeasure on the old lady's face, nodded obediently, then, after walking a few steps with Mrs. Li, she turned her head viciously and gave Ding Xue a slight look, blaming her for keeping Mrs. Li from stepping down.

The innocent Ding Xuewei is really speechless!
"I just kindly reminded you."

"Your grandfather did it on purpose."

"..."

"..."

Looking at An He, they both saw sympathy for old man Ding in each other's eyes!
The old man is really miserable!

Judging by Li's mental outlook, at least there will be no time to be refreshed and at ease before death!
"Tell me, if I give my grandfather an old widow, will my grandmother wait for the opportunity to crush me to death?"

Ding Xuewei had a whim, and An He's eyes full of sympathy for old man Ding suddenly turned into doubts about Ding Xuewei.

What kind of baby is this?

Ding Xue saw it clearly.

"Hehe, just kidding."

"Why does your grandfather only accept an old widow in your heart?"

"Uh!"

Now Ding Xuewei couldn't figure it out.

"Your grandfather is also a boy anyway, so it's okay to accept a big girl."

Ding Xue remained silent.

She forgot what era this is!
Some words can be said, but some opinions are deeply rooted. She doesn't think this issue is worth discussing, so she put away the notebook in her hand, and went to the place where Chef Guo and others loaded it.

"Does she think that her grandfather can only match an old widow?" An He still couldn't figure it out.

Chen Yun pursed his lips, and said something fair: "Boss An, Miss Xuewei is a junior, and the junior should not criticize the elder."

"Uh!" An He choked.

He has never been so embarrassed!

I don't know when, Ding Xuewei in his heart began to grow taller, so that sometimes he can completely ignore that she is a baby!

"Cough, cough." Anhe coughed to cover up his embarrassment without silver 300 taels: "Why should we go?"

Chen Yun walked away silently.

The sweet potatoes to be sent to the capital were not brought into the city by the magistrate, but were all dried in the wooden house. When the officials of the government came to Beijing, they would come here directly to load them, and the already harvested melon seeds, sesame seeds, peppers, etc. What kind of seeds, the magistrate has not yet issued a regulation, how to operate it, we have to wait for rice grains, pumpkins and other crops to be harvested!

After being busy for more than half a year, she couldn't even decide where these melons and fruits should go. Ding Xuewei didn't feel anything special, but she was a little anxious when Chef Guo waited for the chairs to be loaded.

The ones she bought in the city, whether it was pots and utensils or tables, chairs and benches, were not as ingenious and exquisite as those in Bazhen Building.

"The utensils in the building are all custom-made. If you like it, you can order more when you go back to buy more." It was only then that I remembered: "Desks and chairs cannot be reordered for the time being."

"Can you order dishes?" Ding Xue became slightly interested.

She has never been to Bazhenlou in other places, and she doesn't know that their utensils and utensils are all unified, and the one in the city, although it has many shortcomings in her opinion, is not a very brilliant thing in her eyes Already a high standard in this world!

Before, it wasn't that I didn't think about breaking the tradition, I was always busy, now... I don't dare to go too far!
The dishes in this world are very traditional, and sometimes the dishes are not very good-looking, but she actually likes to eat this, she thought, it would be no problem to slightly modify the shape of the dishes.

Chef Guo couldn't be more clear about Ding Xuewei's way of thinking, and caught Chen Yun with a glance.

"Miss Xuewei's pen and paper?"

Paper, she can do anything, this pen, charcoal is not feasible.

Ding Xuewei is not even good at writing, let alone painting with a brush!

They don't want to look at the picture to guess the word!

As the saying goes, there is a gap in her heart, and she writes naturally. She has seen too many bowls and dishes in different forms, and she seems to write naturally and smoothly when she enters the drawing mode. Once she enters the drawing mode, she is always a little lost.

Chef Guo was waiting at the side, and felt something was wrong, so he walked over to Ding Xuewei.

At that time, Ding Xuewei was drawing a half-soup deep plate with fungus.

Since then, her habit is to draw and explain the size. Chef Guo's amazed eyes when he saw the half-soup deep plate next to the fungus, followed Ding Xuewei's handwriting and became puzzled.

"This depth should not be a plate, but a bowl?"

"It's a plate." Ding Xuewei is sure: "This kind of plate is most suitable for braised pork, braised chicken and other dishes that have soup, but not much soup."

Compared with the big bowl, the bottom is slightly deeper and open, which can fully display the dishes without letting the little soup disappear without a trace. It is more suitable for these dishes that taste better when dipped in soup. !

"Then what about this?"

When Ding Xuewei published the size of a convex heart shallow dish, he was curious.

"Cold dishes, the taste will change if soaked in too much soup."

Some cold dishes are really not suitable for soaking more.

Chef Guo nodded in agreement.

After Ding Xuewei drew a series, Chef Guo asked them one by one.

Both of them were too involved, more than an hour passed before they knew it, and Wu Erlang could only come to urge them if they didn't want to leave and had to hurry on the road.

"Uh!"

Ding Xue, who had accidentally drawn too much, raised her eyes slightly and looked at Chef Guo, thinking that it was too late to pick some.

"Try it first." Chef Guo put away the stack of drawings.

Ding Xuewei's eyes are too clear, but he doesn't want to choose, he has already adapted the most suitable dishes for each dish, and he is reluctant to part with any of them!
"Xuewei!"

When Ding Xuewei and Chef Guo saw each other's eyes, Mrs. Zhang's nervous and eager voice sounded.

Looking around, I saw her jumping out of the carriage regardless of etiquette.

I gave Mrs. Zhang a lot of styles before, but she has been very busy recently, so she has no time to come to the village to play.

She came, it must be because of something!
Seeing her appearance, Ding Xuewei became more certain.

Regardless of Chef Guo, she stood up and walked towards Mrs. Zhang.

"Why is Aunt Zhang here?"

"There's something wrong." Mrs. Zhang said straight to the point.

She, shopkeeper Wu and others are all under An He's seat. When she and Ding Xuewei walked towards the wooden house to the side, they also gave An He a look.

Soon, the three of them sat around the square table in the wooden room of the living room.

"Yesterday, Junyue Clothing Factory released a new product. At noon today, I met a lady I had a good relationship with. She happened to be wearing the new product released by Junyue Clothing Factory yesterday." At this point, Ding Xuewei and An He There is basically a spectrum, and sure enough, Mrs. Zhang gave the result in the next second: "Whether it is the color matching or the pattern lines, it is close to your usual design, no, it can't be said to be close."

"If I hadn't known that those patterns hadn't appeared in front of my eyes, I wouldn't have doubted that the clothes were not designed by you. If I hadn't had the same series of drawings in my hand, I might have suspected that their family invited some extraordinary person." She added, as well as sure.

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