Nongmen Hot Girl: Matchmaker Pretty

Chapter 22 Red Sorghum Noodles

In her previous life, Shen Yao could often see big apples with words on her body in the supermarket, such as happiness, longevity, and blessings.

Everyone bought these fruits home not to eat, but to win a good fortune.

And the little apples in front of him are all round and round, very beautiful. If they can make such happy fruits, they will definitely earn a lot of money!
Shen Yao's eyes were bright, as if she had seen countless white silver and yellow silver dangling back and forth in front of her eyes.

only……

Thinking of the current weather, Shen Yao sighed, the little apples have grown red now, and it is too late to make Xiguo again.

It seems that we can only wait until next year.

Such an excellent opportunity to make money could not be implemented immediately, Shen Yao really regretted for a while.

But the road has to be taken step by step, the meal has to be eaten bite by bite, and the money, of course, has to be earned bit by bit.This happy fruit will be in his pocket sooner or later, and there is nothing to regret.

Thinking about it this way, Shen Yao was much happier, and picked two bright red twined red fruits and took them home to play.

When she got home, Mrs. Chen had already cleaned up the stove and added some water to boil for cooking.

Isn't there nothing at home?What can I eat at night?
Shen Yao wandered into the kitchen with the little red fruit, and glanced at the half-sack of red-brown powder on the stove.

"Where did you dig the red soil? You must be starving and want to eat the soil, right?"

Chen ignored her, took off the lid of the pot and poured a small handful of "red soil" into it, and stirred it with a long, big spoon.

"This is red sorghum noodles, where is the red soil?"

The red sorghum noodles were saved when her son was alive, and they were already the last rations in the family. If Shen Yao hadn't figured out a good way to make money, she would not be willing to take them out!
Turning her head, Mrs. Chen happened to see the little apple in Shen Yao's hand: "That thing can't be eaten, it's bitter!"

"I know!"

Shen Yao's chubby little hands rubbed back and forth on Xiao Guozi's red skin, looking at the reddish-brown soup in the cauldron, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Is this thing really edible?"

Red sorghum noodles?Shouldn't it eat dead people?
Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes: "Everyone in the country eats this. How can they have so much money to buy white noodles? This stuff is better than stick noodles!"

are you sure?

Shen Yao pouted, and entered the room with the little apple.

Ever since she woke up that night, Shen Yao had reached an unwritten agreement with Chen Shi.Mrs. Chen lives in the west room, and she lives in the east room. The two of them don't interfere with the water of the river, and don't hinder the other.

Shen Yao was so busy all day today that Shen Yao didn't have time to tidy up her house.With the help of the sky outside, he could barely see the furnishings in the room.

Half a straw mat was spread on the earthen kang, and at the other end of the earthen kang was a somewhat worn-out cabinet with some odds and ends placed on it.

Shen Yao took a look, but none of them were useful.

But thinking that this room used to be lived by Chen's son, he put away those things in a small basket and sent them to the Westinghouse later.

After collecting it, she found a rag to wipe it, and then she put the bright red fruit on the cabinet.

As a result, the room was a little more angry.

Inside the cabinet were two new red cotton quilts. In Shen Yao's sporadic memories, these two freshly colored quilts were for their marriage. After she got married, her husband died, and she didn't even have time to cover them up!
"As soon as the short-lived ghost died, I slept under a red quilt. Will I suffer retribution?"

Shivering, Shen Yao wisely stuffed the two quilts into the cabinet without moving, but took out a gray-blue quilt.

It looked like it was a new quilt, and after smelling it, it didn't smell like someone had covered it.

"Although it's a bit thin, it can barely cover it! Just you!"

Although it was early autumn, their house was located at the foot of the mountain, so it was very cold at night.

After packing up everything, Mrs. Chen had already called her to eat outside.

Putting the small basket in the main room, Shen Yao realized that Mrs. Chen was already sitting on the small wooden pier in the kitchen, holding a bowl of steaming soup and drinking it.

Shen Yao couldn't help frowning: "Are you eating here?"

Although the kitchen has been cleaned up, it still looks dirty and messy because of the firewood.

Shen Yao also came from the countryside in her previous life, but it is a new era after all, and it is much cleaner than here.

Mrs. Chen blew on the soup in the bowl, took a sip, and said loudly: "If you don't eat here, you still want to take the bowl and go to the street to eat with the villagers?"

People in the village don't pay much attention to their meals. Many people take their toys to the street and squat on the side of the road, eating while chatting with the villagers. There are even some women who exchange food in their bowls.

Shen Yao couldn't accept such a habit.

"When we earn money, we will buy tables and stools first. I don't want to eat in a dirty kitchen every day."

The kitchen is full of firewood and ashes. Is it food or ashes?

Mrs. Chen curled her lips: "If you don't want to eat, you will be hungry. Anyway, you will not die even if you starve for three or two days with this fat body."

"You expect me to starve to death quickly so that you can take over my money, don't you? It's a good idea!"

Shen Yao also rolled her eyes, in order not to let this crazy woman inherit her five taels of silver, she quickly scooped up a bowl of sorghum noodles and ate them.

only……

"Bah, bah, bah! This, this thing, why is it so unpalatable!"

Sorghum noodles are not as delicious as white flour and corn flour. They taste a bit bitter, and if you eat too much, you will be prone to constipation.

Mrs. Chen didn't seem to hear her complaint, and took another big gulp into her stomach with a slur: "Do you think it tastes bad? Go back to your Shenjia Village!"

Shen Family Village?
In Shen Yao's memory, Shenjia Village was not a good place. Although she ate cornmeal every day, because her parents died young, she ate leftovers every day, and couldn't get enough to eat or wear warm clothes.

What annoyed her even more was that the nasty uncles and aunts in Shenjia Village made her work in the fields all day long, but they squeezed her "thin" body hard.

She was kicked in the head by a donkey to go back to Shenjia Village!
"Just eat today's meal, and if you make money tomorrow, eat well!"

Chen glanced at her sideways, noncommittal.

Although the taste of sorghum noodles is not very good, it is very comfortable to drink such a bowl of hot soup in the cooling weather.

After a good night's sleep, Shen Yao was woken up by the sound of Mrs. Chen getting up early the next morning before dawn.

Later, the two of them will go to the town to sell potato cakes and potato balls. Before dawn, they have to fry those potato balls in oil again.

After finishing their work, the two went out with a small basket.

　I got a disease recently, I swiped the backstage, frantically swiped the backstage.However, if you don’t move all day, the number of collections is so pitiful~ Girls, please move your pretty little fingers to give someone a collection, okay, you are all fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged little beauties La la la la ~ I will ask sister Yao to tell each of you one, no, ten handsome young men, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)