The space doctor girl became the favorite of exiled ministers

In the previous life, it was very difficult for them who were in high positions even if they wanted to retire.

In this life, even if they are in the countryside, they can live a stable and peaceful life.

Even if it is a little hard now, as long as you work hard, you will be able to eat and wear warm.

She will work harder, earn more money, treat him a little bit, and make up for the debts of the previous life.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiluo instantly cheered up.

Chopping is faster.

"Chop chop chop..."

The movement of chopping stuffing on the cutting board is more rhythmic.

Mrs. Cui looked at the dough and had to wake up for another quarter of an hour, and said in a leisurely way, "Zhiluo, let me cook the soybeans first."

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Okay, but mother, you put the soybeans in the pot, and add a little salt to the water in which the beans are cooked."

Mrs. Cui nodded, added some salt as Jiang Zhiluo said, and then went to the yard to get firewood to cook soybeans.

Jiang Zhiluo chopped the meat and vegetables, put them in a basin, and began to adjust the stuffing.

After adjusting the stuffing, Mrs. Cui has already boiled the pot.

Mrs. Cui had to sigh again: "People in the village just don't know how useful the bellows are. You see, it is impossible to boil the pot at this time on weekdays, and it takes a while to burn the firewood. But with the bellows, the wind blows. It was blowing, and soon, the pot boiled."

Jiang Zhiluo knew that a bellows was not a necessity for the villagers, so everyone was still reluctant to spend a hundred cash for a bellows.

One hundred Wen can indeed buy a lot of food.

Maybe people in the village will think about buying bellows after the conditions of the villagers are better and their food and clothing are solved.

But mother and father can make malt candy and weave straw sandals. When Yangliu Village went to the market, father and mother went to set up a stall to sell things. Even if they brought in a few tens of pennies, it would still be able to subsidize the family, and life would be better.

Besides, Dad sold six or seven bellows this time, for six or seven hundred Wen, which is not bad, and life doesn't have to be so tight.

If she can find brown leather and bamboo in the future, she can teach her father to make coir raincoats and oiled paper umbrellas.

With the skill of making oiled paper umbrellas, my mother's family will continue to have income.

An oil-paper umbrella can sell for two or three hundred Wen.

These days, craftsmanship is valuable, and one can support a whole family with one skill.

However, most people in the village know how to do carpentry and bricklaying, and very few other crafts.

This craft is usually passed down from ancestors.

If you go to learn from others, almost no one teaches.

Jiang Zhiluo lost her expression and said, "Mother, just put some firewood on the stove and let the firewood burn by itself."

"Let's make the pot helmet first."

Seeing that it was getting late, the sky was getting bright, and the roosters in the village began to crow.

"Giggle..."

"Wang Wang..."

The crowing of the rooster is accompanied by the barking of the dogs in the village, interweaving into an alba.

People in the village will also get up one after another to make breakfast, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, day after day.

Jiang Zhiluo felt that the noise was very fireworks.

Mrs. Cui washed her hands in a hurry, and helped Jiang Zhiluo.

Mrs. Cui started to roll the skin.

Seeing Mrs. Cui's habit of rolling into a round shape, Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mother, let me roll one for you to see."

With that said, Jiang Zhiluo rolled it into an oblong shape.

She knew that Mrs. Cui didn't understand what she said, and she could understand it by looking at the real thing.

"Okay, my mother can roll."

Mrs. Cui took the rolling pin and started to work.

Jiang Zhiluo added stuffing to it, then rolled it up from top to bottom, and flattened it.

In fact, it would be more delicious if it had black sesame seeds.

But there are no black sesame seeds in the village, and the cost of buying black sesame seeds is a bit expensive.

Jiang Zhiluo thought about it for a while and decided not to buy black sesame. Anyway, black sesame is not a must for making Guokui. Without black sesame, Guokui is just as delicious.

Once rolled out, set aside.

After everything is ready, sprinkle cornmeal instead, and the pots and helmets will not stick together when they are stacked in a clean basket.

"This part is fried in the town, let's fry some at home first."

Jiang Zhiluo thought about frying some at home first, and went to the market. If it was cold, she would heat it up a little.

There are also some that are only rolled out but not fried, so they can be fried on the spot.

This can save some time, and you can have breakfast at home.

Just like that, Mrs. Cui lit the fire, and Jiang Zhiluo put the oil in the pan to fry the helmet.

After both sides are cooked, a crispy aroma permeates.

Jiang Zhiluo reheated the unfinished chicken soup last night.

When it was time to eat, Jiang Zhiluo entered the room and asked Cui Hejin to eat.

In the school exam yesterday, the students all wrote articles, and Cui Hejin brought them back for correction.

He is rigorous about his knowledge, and when correcting, he looks focused and seems to forget everything around him.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhiluo almost couldn't bear to disturb him.

On the contrary, Cui Hejin seemed to feel something, raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw Jiang Zhiluo, his quiet expression was tainted with a gentle breath.

"what happened?"

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Breakfast is ready, let's go out and have breakfast first."

"it is good."

Cui Hejin put away the article, washed her hands and ate.

Jiang Zhiluo took a bite of the pot helmet, it was crispy and sweet, with the smell of mushroom meat, she nodded secretly in her heart.

When Mrs. Cui was in the capital, she had never eaten such delicacies.

Mrs. Cui's eyes overflowed with a smile, and she said happily, "Even if this pot helmet is sold in the capital, it will be very popular."

"I have never eaten such delicious food in the capital before."

Jiang Zhiluo knew that it was probably because the food culture was relatively backward.

Probably because the condiments are not as rich and varied as modern ones.

When Jiang Zhiluo looked at Cui Hejin, Cui Hejin understood her eyes and nodded, "It tastes good."

"That's good. You've done a lot. Eat more."

Jiang Zhiluo found that Cui Hejin looked thin no matter how she ate.

But when she gave him acupuncture before, she knew that he was in excellent shape.

Thinking of this, she blushed involuntarily, and lowered her head to eat quietly.

After eating two pot helmets and drinking a bowl of chicken soup, Jiang Zhiluo felt her stomach was warm and comfortable.

After she was full, she opened the lid of the pot and looked at the soybeans, "The soybeans are all cooked, they can be taken out to ferment."

Mrs. Cui said: "Then throw away the soybean water?"

Jiang Zhiluo said: "These are also useful."

Mrs. Cui helped Jiang Zhiluo fish out the soybeans and put them on a clean dustpan to ferment.

The water in which the beans were boiled is then put away for storage.

After everything was done, they went to the town, first sent the lo mei to Lin Zhuzhu's meat stall, and then went to the market.

Most of the people in the market were also familiar with Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo.

When they saw them coming, they all greeted them warmly.

"Oh, sister Cui, Zhiluo, you haven't come for a few days, I thought you would stop setting up a stall."

Mrs. Cui responded with a smile: "How can it be, there are some things to be busy at home, so don't delay, the family is still relying on this business to live."

"If you had said earlier, we could still have a seat for you, but no, it's all gone."

Mrs. Cui knew that everyone was telling the truth, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Miss Lin, we don't know when we will finish our work and come out to set up a stall, so why don't we keep occupying the space, it's okay if it is occupied, we Just on the side."

Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo greeted everyone one by one.

They pushed the small dining cart and walked through the market with some prepared pot helmets. Some people could smell the aroma directly from the tip of their noses.

"Oh, what delicious food did you make again, why does it smell so good?"