In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

When I got home, it was past six o'clock. Song Hongguo was so tired that he seemed to be falling apart. He thought he had exercised while holding the house upside down, but it turned out...

It provoked a merciless ridicule from the system.

On the other hand, the two little guys couldn't see much distress, they only thought about the yam and kudzu root on the mountain, and wanted to dig with her tomorrow morning, but she refused.

She was also thinking about whether she could find a way to save her energy and fool the system into using a machine to help her with the work. If the two little guys were here, how could she be so lazy?

It's just that they couldn't see their disappointed little faces, so Song Hongguo said on the spur of the moment that he could teach them to grow yams, and they planted them in the stretch of land by the road outside the gate. It has been completely invaded, cleaned up, and it is barely enough to grow yams.

When the brothers heard this, their eyes lit up again.

Song Hongguo was very moved, how much he likes planting things.

Dinner was a bit simpler, Song Hongguo was too tired to move, when the steamed buns were hot, she took three salted duck eggs out of the jar, put them on the cage and steamed them together, and they had been salted for more than twenty days, she At that time, there was a lot of salt, so it should be edible. When I was waiting, I mixed a wild vegetable cold, boiled it in boiling water to remove the bitter taste, then added some soy sauce, vinegar and sugar, and finally dug a spoonful of chili oil and mixed it well. It was also hot and sour. tasty.

After dinner, it was getting dark. Song Hongguo wanted to lie down and rest early, but the system urged her to make yam cakes, which annoyed her almost to the point of madness. "Can't I make it tomorrow morning?"

The system is even crazier than her, "Aren't you going to dig kudzu root tomorrow morning? Where do you have time to make yam cakes? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Song Hongguo discussed with it helplessly, "Then do it the day after tomorrow?"

The system was unmoved, "No, my male god is waiting to eat."

"Your male god doesn't even know..."

"But I know, can't I be anxious for the male god?"

It was a waste of effort to reason with the system that had turned into a love brain. After all, she did agree before, so Song Hongguo had to compromise. Fortunately, the yam cake was not troublesome to make, but something was missing.

But that’s not a problem. The system offered it to her for free. It’s butter, milk powder, and a beautiful wooden mold. up.

Just like this, it can’t stop it nagging and directing at the side. When the steamed yam is ground into a puree, she keeps asking her to make it finer, so that the taste is better. During the process of frying with butter , and even urged her to put more sugar and milk powder, for fear that it would not be sweet enough and not fragrant enough, which would annoy Song Hongguo so much that she wanted to give up on it several times.

Finally, when it was time to put on the mould, the system thought the pattern of the moulds was vulgar, so it picked a few for her, with some confession patterns or words printed on them, and made Song Hongguo laugh angrily.

It deserves to be a matchmaker, and it spares no effort.

"Believe it or not, if I repeat a word, I will share all the yam cakes with others? I won't give any of them to your male god!"

"You, do you dare?"

Song Hongguo snorted, "Why don't you dare? Just let me tell you what to do, just treat me as if I'm afraid of you? I just don't want to quarrel with you, isn't it endless?"

The system forced itself to be calm, "You promised me, you can't go back on it."

Song Hongguo said angrily, "So what if you go back on your word? I don't want to be a gentleman."

"You, you don't want to dig yam and kudzu root anymore?"

Song Hongguo no longer took its threat seriously. "I already know how to look for yams. As for kudzu root, I guess there is only one area in the mountain? I don't know the place? You don't have to worry about it."

The system suddenly panicked, "You cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

Song Hongguo unhurriedly picked out the yam cake from the last mold, and said teasingly, "Wrong, it's a cunning rabbit cooked by a lackey, and a bird with a good bow."

The system hummed angrily.

Song Hongguo slowly took a bite of the yam cake, um, the appearance is similar to the snowy mooncake from the previous life, it tastes soft and sweet, and the taste is really good.

She took a plate and went to the master bedroom while eating.

The two little guys let her go to lie down on the kang early on. After all, they were young and didn't look tired at first, but after eating and washing, they looked listless.

Seeing this, the system became anxious, "You won't give it to my male god? Are you really going to share it with others? How, how could you do this? Woooooo..."

After saying that, I cried anxiously to myself.

Song Hongguo, "..."

Is it stupid?There were ten of them on the plate she was carrying, but weren't there ten more in the kitchen?Isn't that enough that it was created by a male god?

"Woo, I don't care, you can't bully my male god like this, you promised, you can't go back on it, he confessed to you, and even said he would send you flowers..."

Song Hongguo couldn't bear it anymore and rolled her eyes, "That's enough, I'll keep it for your male god, I'll give it to him tomorrow, okay?"

The system's crying stopped, "Really?"

Song Hongguo said angrily, "Are you blind? Are there still so many things in the kitchen that you can't see?"

Only then did the system think about it slowly, and felt relieved, but couldn't help but say stubbornly, "That's only ten, it would be better if there were 520."

"...shut up." 520, just let her die from exhaustion.

The system muttered unconvinced, "I haven't said 1314 yet."

Song Hongguo was too lazy to bother with it.

But the system was still not reconciled, "You can put one more, and it's fine to have a single-minded one."

"If you dare to say a word again, I will only give it to them. Good things come in pairs. Isn't the meaning better?"

"..."

The two little ones were lying under the covers and listening to the radio. When they saw the yam cake she brought, they got up and couldn't help eating two more. Fortunately, yam is good for the spleen and stomach, and they are not afraid of eating too much.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when she woke up, the aftereffects of climbing came. Her legs were sore and sore. If the system hadn't promised her a machine to help her, she really didn't want to go to the mountain to dig kudzu.

She pushed the small cart, and it was not yet bright, so she went out, and there was no one on the way into the mountain. When she arrived at the place, it was only after five o'clock. Looking at the large kudzu root on the hillside, Song Hongguo urged the system to go up quickly. machine.

You know, kudzu root is harder to dig than yam, and her wrist is really weak.

The system hummed, and reluctantly took out a small tool. It looked like a shovel, with a narrow and sharp front, suitable for digging. The most worry-free one was electric, so you didn't need to use your own strength.

With tools in hand, it’s much easier to work. The kudzu roots in the northern mountains are not very promising. The rhizomes are only a little thicker than yams. After half an hour of hard work, the cart is full. Song Hongguo reckoned that at least it would cost more than 100 catties. She looked at her watch, didn't dare to delay any longer, packed up quickly and rushed home.