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

After resting for about ten minutes, a few people continued to work in the fields until eight o'clock. In the private plot, only the green melon vines were left crawling and stretching around.

In the center of the field, bundled wheat forms a large circle, with the ears facing upward, being exposed to the scorching sun. The drier it is in the sun, the easier it will be to beat and thresh it later.

However, there was no hurry to do these tasks. Huo Minglou took the two children to the backyard to wash up and cut wheat for several hours. His back was soaked with sweat and his clothes stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable. He came When he arrived, he took a change of clothes, which came in handy now. As for toiletries, he didn't bring anything, subconsciously feeling that there must be no shortage here.

Sure enough, not only did it exist, it was more complete than what he used.

There are several kinds of soaps. Those for washing clothes, washing hands, washing face, and taking a bath are divided into categories. They are packed in small rattan boxes and are never mixed. The ones for washing hair are contained in an exquisite white porcelain jar. When he dug it out, he found a dark brown paste that he had never seen before. He twisted it with his hands. The paste was fine and had an indistinguishable faint smell of Chinese medicine. He rubbed it into his hair and found rich foam. After rinsing, his scalp felt refreshed. Not to mention, my hair is still smooth and not dry at all.

With Li He around, he didn't ask anything. After washing, Ling Zhi prepared a brand new towel for him. He didn't find it strange. After changing into clean clothes, he stood under the grape trellis and looked at the neatly packed things in front of him. The lush vegetable garden, the corners of his lips slowly raised, and his eyes were like a deep blue sea, vast and boundless.

Li He was inevitably surprised when faced with this battle. He thought to himself that Dr. Song's life was too meticulous. An ordinary family would not be able to afford it. Then think about Huo Minglou's identity. , and felt that the two of them deserved to be able to look at each other, and with their living habits, they matched each other perfectly.

Song Hongguo rinsed briefly in the bathroom, changed clothes, and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The cold skin made last night was spread on the grate one by one with a layer of oil, folded a few times, and cut into large widths. Shake it out and place it in a noodle bowl about ten centimeters wide. Only two pieces of dough can hold it eighty full.

The side dishes prepared this time, in addition to shredded carrots, she also reluctantly picked a few cucumbers in advance. The cucumbers that will only grow at the end of the month are now only the size of a palm, thin, with soft thorns, and the yellow flowers on the top of her head are even bigger. It's cute and endearing. After cutting it into thin strips, the unique fresh smell hits your face and your mind becomes much clearer.

Arrange the side dishes, then add seasonings by the spoonful, soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar to enhance the freshness, diluted sesame paste to enhance the flavor, and finally pour a spoonful of chili oil to instantly make it lively and fragrant.

Under the persimmon tree, several people sat on stools, holding noodle bowls with white background and blue flowers, and ate happily.

Nothing can soothe a tired body more than good food.

Huo Minglou usually eats elegantly and elegantly, but at this moment, he is rarely a little bit faster. His delicate eyebrows and eyes reveal a sense of contentment, as well as such expectations for the future.

Li He, on the other hand, was careless and ate without raising his head. He added an extra spoonful of chili oil. His hot forehead kept sweating, but he only felt hearty. When he put down the bowl, he was full of strength and felt like he was eating. Two more acres of land can be harvested.

If you cut again, there will be no more work. The remaining work is relatively easy and simple. In the village, it is all done by the old people. The last day's work only lasts three or four centimeters. Who can't say how powerful it is?

And they worked more comfortably. In the big shady field under the pear tree, the wind was blowing, they drank mung bean soup, and listened to some puppet shows on the radio. Working was like playing.

Huo Minglou and Li He each held a wooden stick, sat on bamboo chairs, and kept beating the heads of wheat ears on the ground. Soon, the wheat grains fell off one after another. The remaining wheat straws were combed smoothly by the two children and then tied up. , put it in the firewood shed in the backyard.

In the countryside, there are no useless things, such as wheat straw. The biggest use is to pave roofs. If mixed with yellow mud, it can be maintained for several years without repairing if it is not exposed to hail and strong winds. Every household will have it ready all year round, especially if there are many sons in the family. Yes, they need to build a house and marry a wife, so the wheat straw becomes more scarce.Another use is to braid things. After soaking them in water to make them soft, they are first braided into long braids, and then cotton threads are used to sew them into various shapes. The most common one is a straw hat, which is common in the countryside. In addition, baskets, The frame can be woven, and the frame will be clean and carry the unique fragrance of vegetation, and can be used to hold food.

For those who are more ingenious, they can also use wheat straw to paint.

No matter what happens, you can still make a fire to cook.

When there were more and more wheat grains, Song Hongguo collected them with a dustpan and found a windy place. As the wheat grains fell from a high place, the light wheat stalks drifted away with the wind.

The wheat treated in this way is then transported to the flat roof to dry for a few days. After it is dry and without any moisture, it can be bagged and stored, otherwise it will become moldy and deteriorate.

When the busy work reached eleven o'clock, Song Hongguo saw that there was not much work left, so she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Huo Minglou felt sorry for her and told her to eat as much as she wanted. She said yes, but her actions were exactly the opposite.

I fished out a snakehead fish from the pond, and reluctantly went to the backyard to cut a bunch of leeks. I also tossed out the oily meat made from wild boar, cut it into large pieces of even thickness, and stir-fried it with green and red peppers. The aroma was overbearing and strong. , has been running to the pear tree outside the courtyard, and the seductive people who were working were restless.

The black fish was cut into thin slices and mixed with pickled cabbage to make Huo Minglou's favorite pickled fish. The leeks were mixed with sea rice, fungus, and vermicelli to make stuffing, and the new wheat flour ground this year was used to make dumplings. Although the outer skin was not white enough, But it tastes fragrant enough.

In addition, she also mixed a refreshing cold dish, fried peanuts over a slow fire, added a crispy pot, and placed four dishes and one soup on the stone table, which was enough to hold up the scene.

She also brought out several bowls of vegetables, put them in baskets, and asked Ling Zhi and Ling Yuan to deliver them to Zhao Baoqing and Zhao Yulian. These days, the villagers ate on the ground, joining in the fun and gossiping. Therefore, when the two children found the two houses carrying baskets, a large number of people came to look at them.

To be precise, staring at the basket.

When the basket was opened, and each bowl was brought out, there was a sound of inhaling all around. A bowl of crispy pot, a bowl of fried pork, and a bowl of dumplings. All three items were packed in a prominent way, exuding an alluring aroma. .

Zhao Baoqing smiled with wrinkles all over his face, not all because of these things, but mainly because it gave him face. After he put a few chopsticks in each bowl, the rest was divided among his children and grandchildren.

Zhao Yulian pulled Ling Yuan and asked a few questions. Ling Yuan was sweet and well-spoken, and spoke eloquently. This not only demonstrated Song Hongguo's filial piety, but also eliminated the envy and jealousy of others. He now understood the essence of making a fortune in silence. , knows better about not showing his wealth, so after he finished speaking and left, everyone in the village knew that these rare foods were sent by Huo Minglou, and they just borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha.

Even so, many people are jealous, especially those who have daughters of the same age at home. Who doesn't want to have such a generous son-in-law?The key is to be good-looking and capable!