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

Everyone who works on the land knows that rain and cloudy days are the most annoying thing at this time. Song Hongguo had no choice but to see his expression of confusion and hesitation, so she reminded him, "Uncle, I would rather believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe it." Believe it or not, otherwise when it rains in the middle of the night, you want to go to the field to pick up sweet potatoes to dry, but it will be too late. They have been soaked in the rain, and it has been cloudy. If you put them in the warehouse, wouldn't you be waiting for the long hair to deteriorate? "

Thinking of the consequences, Zhao Baoqing's eyes finally became firm, "You're right, we can't gamble on this kind of thing, we can't afford to lose. That's the whole village's food ration for the second half of the year. If something goes wrong, who can take the responsibility? What if? If there is no rain, at most it will be a waste of effort, just wait until tomorrow to dry out."

Song Hongguo knew that Zhao Baoqing could listen. After feeling relieved, she asked out of curiosity, "Uncle, what did our village do when this kind of thing happened before?"

Zhao Baoqing sighed, "What else can we do? We ordinary people all depend on the weather, but God's attitude changes sometimes, and we may not always be accurate. It's good to be prepared in advance. The rain came in a hurry, and everyone was busy. The dried sweet potatoes were soaked in the rainwater, and then they were saved in the sun. If it was cloudy again, alas, they would become moldy, and they would have to feed the pigs. Some people are reluctant to throw it away, but they will suffer from diarrhea after eating it..."

Song Hongguo asked, "Can't it be dried by fire?"

Zhao Baoqing shook his head sadly, "If it's too little, it can be done, but if it's too much, it won't be able to be managed."

Song Hongguo suggested, "If you can save whatever you can, if you have a fire kang at home, you can try the fire kang, spread it on it, and dry it overnight, and it should be dry."

Zhao Baoqing's eyes lit up when he heard this. Every household has a Tukang. In order to keep warm in winter, a hole is left under the Tukang to burn firewood. The Tukang can sleep a dozen people in the family. The area is not small. A sack can be spread out. It's enough. If you continue to bake it with fire, you can definitely get a lot back.

Song Hongguo added, "If it's cloudy and the sweet potatoes are too dry to be baked, then don't wait for them to get moldy. Just crush them, soak them in water, precipitate the starch, and save them for making vermicelli. , that way at least it won’t be wasted.”

Zhao Baoqing nodded when he heard this, "Yes, yes, it really doesn't work out. There is still such a way out. I will make arrangements right away. Prepare early and save yourself from being blinded..."

After taking two quick steps, he turned around and said, "Hongguo, it's thanks to you again this time..."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "Are you still saying polite words to me? Go and get busy."

"Hey, hey..."

The stone roller was not far from the entrance of the village. When the mother and son pushed the cart there, by chance, someone was using it, and the person was an acquaintance.

Rong Jingyue didn't expect to see Song Hongguo. He was stunned for a moment and stopped, "Doctor Song? You didn't go to work today?"

Compared to her restraint, Song Hongguo was much more composed and greeted with a smile, "Yes, we have a day off today, why don't you grind sweet potatoes too?"

Rong Jingyue responded, still looking a little uncomfortable.

Since Rong Jingyue and Qiao Yonghui, the two have not met each other, and their relationship is not as good as before.

Song Hongguo asked casually, "Why didn't you come to play with me?"

Rong Jingyue forced a smile, "I'm afraid it will cause trouble to you."

"I don't find it troublesome!"

"...Then I'll find you when I have time."

"Okay!"

Rong Jingyue's work had reached the finishing stage. He rolled the sweet potato powder on the stone and swept it into the sack. After saying a few words to her, he put it on his shoulder and left.

Song Hongguo looked at her leaving back, frowned, and asked Ling Zhi, "Did you hear any gossip about the Qiao family in the village?"

Ling Zhi's information was better than hers. Hearing this, he would not hide it, "There are some gossips. Most of them are about Uncle Qiao's newly married daughter-in-law. Yes, she is a rich young lady. She only has a face and can't do anything." I don’t know why the Qiao family wants to marry such a daughter-in-law. Some people speculate that Uncle Qiao’s status is not good and the family is a heavy burden, so he can only marry a woman who is unsatisfactory, otherwise he will be a bachelor. , and also said..."

"What else are you talking about?" "Some people say that the scar on Aunt Qiao's face was caused by being bullied. She was said to be unclean and so on. In short, it's not nice to hear."

Only then did Song Hongguo understand why Rong Jingyue didn't go to see her after she got married. She was originally a bit taboo because of her ingredients. Now that these gossips are added to the mix, it's hard to guarantee that she won't have an inferiority complex. No wonder when she saw her just now, she was no longer as generous as before. She thought she had noticed something or that Qiao Yonghui's mother was stopping her.

"Mom, you and Aunt Qiao have known each other before, right?"

"Well, she went to see her mother for medical treatment."

Ling Zhi hesitated, "You're not afraid..."

Song Hongguo touched his head and said, "It's not her fault. Okay, let's not talk about this. After working, after grinding the powder, we still have to go home and make powder."

The dried sweet potatoes were spread evenly on the stone platform. Song Hongguo pushed the roller hard. She didn't feel it at first. After turning it around for a few times, she realized that this work was not only laborious but also made her dizzy.

But the two children couldn't push her. No matter how uncomfortable she felt, she could only grit her teeth and hold on.

After the tossing was over, she remembered that there were still a few bags of dried sweet potatoes at home, and said breathlessly, "I will never grind them again. I'd better spend money to go to the mill in town to get them."

There is an electric mill in the town, which is very convenient. Song Hongguo is not reluctant to spend the money, but he heard that the flour ground with a stone mill is more delicious than the one processed by a machine, so he came to experience it. Who knows, After suffering so much, there is no need to mention the regret in my heart.

When she got home, she didn't have the energy to do anything else. She simply ate lunch, lay down on the kang, and slept for a while. She regained her strength when she got up again, and finally had the strength to hold Fenpi upside down.

Making vermicelli is similar to making cold pip. After steaming each piece, peel it off and dry it on a bamboo pole. When it is completely dry, it becomes vermicelli. You can also cut it into wide strips and keep it for hot pot.

While Song Hongguo was busy working, the system finally came back.

"Host……"

"If you don't say anything, I will almost forget you."

The system laughed guiltily, "I didn't mean to delay coming back to see you. It's because I have unfinished business outside. Haha, long live your understanding."

"Stop talking about these nonsense and get down to business."

"Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Are there many more pieces?"

"Of course, otherwise how can I be worthy of my hard work outside for most of the day?"

Seeing that it was so proud that it almost had its tail raised, Song Hongguo couldn't help but become more curious, "Let's talk about Feng Qiuping first."

The system laughed happily a few times and said, "She, she is embarrassed this time. Those two women are not economical lamps. It was probably Chen Guowei's idea. When they got to the art troupe, they did not talk about blackmailing in private, but directly accused her in the open. I packed my nose with tears and cried so miserably that I felt as if I had been raped by Feng Qiuping. Feng Qiuping's face turned completely black..."

"Huh? Didn't your colleague block you? Can you see it so clearly from close range?"

"Well, it's really true. It ignored me. What do you mean? It's not protecting its host's face and secrets? Is it broken?"

(End of this chapter)