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Ma Tianzao didn't believe it, so Lu Miao said again:

"Then I'll make it at home one day, and then you can try it."

What Lu Miao was thinking was that Ma Tianzao would be stationed here often in the future anyway.

When the time comes, it will be convenient for her to try it if it is actually done.

Seeing her determination, Ma Tianzao couldn't help but hesitate:
"Is it really edible?"

Lu Miao nodded.

Ma Tianzao still didn't believe it, but looking at Lu Miao's appearance, it certainly didn't look like he was telling lies.

Ma Tianzao doesn't know how to make this, and doesn't believe it can be eaten, but Lu Miao obviously loves it.

She thought for a while and said:
"I know where to get this. If you want it, I'll get it for you later."

Lu Miao frowned and said suspiciously: "It's almost winter, where are you going to get it? Don't get bitten, I tell you!"

Ma Tianzao shook his head confidently:

"I know where it is, just leave it alone!"

Although he paid the tuition fee for a chicken, Ma Tianzao was a little embarrassed because he kept pestering Lu Miao.

If Lu Miao wants this bastard, just catch her for her.

Just treat it as tuition.

Ma Tianzao thought sweetly.

No matter how Lu Miao asked after that, she refused to tell where the turtles were.

I made up my mind to do it myself.

Lu Miao had no choice but to tell her to pay attention to her safety.

Later, Lu Miao asked Ma Tianzao how many characters she recognized, and Ma Tianzao scratched it on the ground and showed it to her.

The countryside is different from the city. The wind blows loudly and the school is closed early.

Ma Tianzao, like other young men and young women in the village, has never been to a formal school and learned some of the words she recognizes from the elders in the village.

So she recognized them well, there were only about twenty or thirty, most of them were common in daily life, such as slogans posted under the wall, saying "Serve the People", "Engage in Production" and so on.

Ma Tianzao can only recognize some characters but cannot write them, and the strokes are correct when written.

Referring to her situation, Lu Miao broke down the words with wrong strokes in her notebook and wrote them in a long row in the order of strokes.

Let her write it when she has time.

In addition, the slogans she can read but not write are also repeated in the same way.

The small arithmetic notebook only has a few pages in total, with three lines of practice space reserved for each word, and a dozen slogans from beginning to end take up the entire notebook.

Lu Miao gave her two small arithmetic books.

One is used to practice calligraphy, and the other is used to write down the order of Chinese Pinyin letters from memory.

These are very, very basic things.

At present, it is unlikely to be used in daily life, but Lu Miao wants to look back and see if he can find a book with pinyin.

If she could find it, she would teach Ma Tianzao to take it easy.

If you can't find it, just teach it like this first.

If you don’t use it now, you can always use it later.

It’s not a waste to learn more.

Ma Tianzao thanked Lu Miao and went back to eat and practice with the ready-made notebook at noon.

As soon as Ma Tianzao left, Fu Jingyou came back from behind.

He went with another young man in the team, and then left together. He used the old oxen in Duli to hitch a pallet cart, padded the cart with some things, and pulled a large ox cart full of cinders that had been tempered by the fire.

Among them were also the briquettes that Fu Jingyou had not had time to get back before.

There are cinders, and some of them are crushed coal, which is a kind of raw ore, but most of them are briquettes that have been burned or are neat or broken.

are all good things.

Lu Miao looked around, fearing that the things piled up on the threshing floor would affect the members' use of the threshing floor, so he asked Fu Jingyou and another young man in the team to unload the broken cinders on the side of the door.

If you need it when the time comes, just come over and shovel it.

The young man in the team led the cow back, and Lu Miao welcomed Fu Jingyou into the house.The chicken soup that was simmered in the morning was cooked over low heat for two or three hours. It was just right and you could smell a tangy aroma as soon as you entered the house.

Fu Jingyou carried the basket back to the cabin behind to stack the briquettes, then came out and rubbed his dark hands and asked:

"What did you do? It smells so good?"

"The chicken was sent by the horse scorer, and Tianzao helped cut it."

"Ok?"

Fu Jingyou washed his hands by the well, "Why did he suddenly send chickens here?"

Lu Miao told Ma Tianzao that she wanted to learn something from her.

After a while, he asked again: "Isn't it too expensive to take someone else's chicken?"

Fu Jingyou shook his head, "It's not worth much even though it's expensive. It's just that people in the countryside are frugal and don't want to eat it themselves."

Lu Miao hesitated: "Then shouldn't I take it?"

Fu Jingyou laughed, waved his hand and led her into the house:
"How could it be? You taught her a solid and real skill, and they will only thank you."

Before Lu Miao was released, even if Lu Miao shouted everywhere to "accept a disciple", no one would listen to him.

But now is different.

Her successful fertilization was something that everyone saw with their own eyes.

Just because Ma Tianzao earned 1 work points after working hard for half a month, the scorekeeper Ma also believed her [-] or [-] times.

Otherwise, how could he be so eager to bring the chicken to the door?

After Lu Miao sat down at the table, Fu Jingyou brought over bowls, chopsticks and an old-fashioned silver spoon from home.

The staple food for lunch, Lu Miao's whole sweet potatoes, is eaten with chicken soup.

Fu Jingyou opened the lid of the soup can.

This time there was a lot of oil floating on the surface of the chicken soup, but it was obviously not as much as Chen Guifen's previous stewed chicken soup.

The chickens that technician Ma brought over must be from this year.

Fu Jingyou put aside the oily flowers and scooped some into the bowl for Lu Miao:

"Try it first."

Lu Miao took it, blew on it, took a sip, and nodded gently, "It tastes good."

Fu Jingyou smiled lightly and took her bowl again.

The spoon stirred the inside of the soup pot, and Fu Jingyou scooped all the chicken feet and wings she liked into the bowl.

In addition, I scooped two more chicken legs into the bowl, and finally scooped out a little less chicken soup.

Because I really can’t fit it in.

Lu Miao frowned and looked at the large bowl of chicken he pushed over, almost speechless.

"I won't feed pigs like this, right? I don't want to eat so much."

Fu Jingyou coaxed her: "The chicken this time is tender and delicious. Take a bite first."

Lu Miao pursed her lips and made a "tsk" sound, as if she was angry or coquettish:
"Don't eat so much! Where can I eat?"

Fu Jingyou dragged the bowl over and moved the chopsticks in his hands. He couldn't decide which one to pick out for a long time.

Chicken feet and chicken wings are what Lu Miao likes to eat, and chicken legs are what he wants Lu Miao to eat.

Seeing him grinding away, Lu Miao couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly brought the bowl back, held the chicken legs between his chopsticks and stretched out his arms to put them into his bowl, two chicken legs in a row.

This time it was Fu Jingyou's turn to frown and say "tsk, tsk".

Lu Miao said with a funny "hum", "Eat it. Even if you meet my favorite food, you may not be able to share it with me. How can I still wrong myself?"

Fu Jingyou frowned, not enjoying the meal.

Seeing the sweet potatoes that Lu Miao was steaming at noon, he asked nonchalantly:

“There’s no rice at home?”

"Yes, I have."

"Then how do you steam sweet potatoes?"

“Sweet potatoes are so convenient, how can we eat white rice every meal?”