Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 17 Making Sweet Potato Flour
"Not to mention, my eldest niece is getting better and better."

Zhuzi took the clothes and put them on directly, praising her~
Glancing at Jing Yuan's unhurried movements, he looked like he was a handyman, so he couldn't help but feel sour.

I was in a good mood just now~
Suddenly there is a kind~
...uncomfortable

Zhang Xiaolan saw that the outfits of the two were quite suitable, so she didn't say much. After they took them off, they took them back to the back room and asked her daughter to make two more sets~
Hey ~
This is a bitch~
Suddenly I feel sorry for my daughter~
"Mom, we don't have much else to eat at home"

Zhang Qincai went into the building and looked at the flour in the wooden barrel. It was almost bottoming out, and she couldn't help but look sad~
Although there are a lot of wild potatoes at home, it is uncomfortable to eat all the time~
Zhang Xiaolan was taken aback, but she forgot about saving people in the past few days...

"You and Huzi wash the pile of sweet potatoes on the eaves and put them in the big wooden barrel"

In the previous life, I saw my grandma making sweet potato flour. Fortunately, this method is simple, so I can try it~
"all?"

amount……

"Take a wash first"

"Mother, I'll come." After Hu Zi went to the hut, he heard the conversation between the two of them, excitedly went up to the gutter with a basin in his hand~
Hey~ Finally, oil pollution comes into play.

I don't know why, but recently I always feel that I am full of strength. Yesterday I helped Uncle Jing Yuan cut bamboo. I didn't break a sweat, and I cut a lot with ease.

Now when I hear the hard work, my blood boils~
Zhang Xiaolan didn't know what her son was thinking.

After making arrangements for the two children, I went back to the house and looked in the pile of cloth to see if there was any thicker linen...

amount……

No?

How to do?
"Ding Dong"

Suddenly there was a sound in my head!
There's something extra in my hand

It turned out to be...a piece of...sackcloth!
She was so frightened that she quickly looked around, fearing that others would see it. If she appeared so suddenly, if she was seen by others, she would not be able to speak clearly.

Before he had time to wonder, he heard Hu Zi shouting, "Mother, it's finished washing!"

So fast?
She had no choice but to adjust her emotions, pretending to be calm and calm, and went back to the stove, put the piece of linen in the pot and passed the water for a while, and then the kitchen knife on the bamboo stand went to the eaves.

"Help me find some more barrels for my mother"

She lifted a small bench and squatted down, picked up the kitchen knife and chopped...

How small and how small...

The siblings looked at each other... "What are you going to do, mother?"

I didn't dare to ask, so I obediently got up and went back to the house to look for the wooden basin~
Speaking of the wood that was supposed to be used as a bed a few days ago, fortunately, it was not chopped up as firewood. Uncle Jing Yuan is still smart~
There are quite a few wooden basins at home now.

The siblings took turns looking for it, and within 5 minutes, Zhang Xiaolan had three more pots in front of her...

Zhang Xiaolan neatly cut the sweet potato in front of her. Finally, half an hour later, the sweet potato turned into slag~
It seems that I have to invent a juicer~
She turned around and looked at Jing Yuan on the roof. She believed that as long as she briefly described this thing, he would be able to make it, and this thing is not complicated~
It's like using a wooden stick and a round wooden lid the size of a wooden barrel. She believes that this IQ won't trouble him at all~
uh~
I feel so happy, if it works, let him make two more tomorrow!
"Both of you poured all these sweet potato residues into this Maburi"

She got up and went back to the kitchen, picked up the water ladle and poured a lot of water into the wooden bucket, until the bucket was filled with water, she took it out~
"Mom, it's all done"

(End of this chapter)