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

Chapter 71 Preparations Before Winter
When he heard Uncle Wei speaking in front of him, he couldn't help being taken aback...

His expression betrayed that he is not a local, otherwise how could he not even know this, the old man of the Wei family didn't care about the fact that he has many locals~
"It's winter, and the whole mountain is covered with snow. How can this fish survive? It will all freeze to death."

"Oh, yes, I saw frozen fish by the village stream when I was a child"

Huzi opened his mouth again and again, without the slightest feeling that he was still a brat at this time...

Looking at the colder weather...

"Could it be that the lotus root also..."

"Hey~ Who said no?"

Old man Wei sighed...

The lotus root is not alive at the right time, I am afraid that after the spring, the snow will fade, and the lotus root in the pond will die early~
"That's not easy. Build a shed around the backyard, and it won't cover it when it snows."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help but speak, her health has improved a lot in the past two days, she sneaked into the space to find some cold medicine, and finally the illness came and went quickly~
A few people were taken aback...

How could I forget this...

There was a lot of bamboo left from the last cut, so it didn't take too much trouble to put it directly on the fence and the front roof this time.

"Tomorrow the roof won't be slippery, so I'll ask Zhongzi to do it with me"

Old man Wei spoke heartily.

Zhang Xiaolan went back to the kitchen and helped Mrs. Wei. The wild pork meat was almost marinated~
At this moment, Mrs. Wei was squatting in front of the wooden bench, cleaning the wild pork in the wooden basin one by one, mainly washing all the salt that was sprinkled on the face before, for fear that it would dry up in the future too salty.So this meeting is very serious.

"Just hang it on the bamboo poles on the stove in a while. If it's not cool, hang some in your stove. Anyway, both of us are burning at the same time, so I'm not afraid that it won't be smoked."

"Hey, this wild boar will last for a year, so it needs to be smoked well so it doesn't stink."

Wei Zhong raised his foot to come in, and hurried forward to tie the pots of wild pork in front of his mother and the owner with vines one by one.

Then hang them on the bamboo poles hanging from the stove...

After several tosses and twists and turns, they finally hung the hundreds of catties of wild pork on the two stoves.

Taking advantage of the sunshine after the rain~ Mrs. Wei took her daughter to pick the pea seedlings in the yard, and then pulled out some ginger that grew in the ground. This season, there is only the last season left, and I dare not eat any more. Sow, how much you can reap.

But there is no need to pick the "cultivation room" that was just built in the East Wing. According to the intention of the owner, we will rely on the food in that room to survive the winter in the future.

So right now, she is staring at the area outside with all her heart.

Unexpectedly, the seeds and sprouts planted by the owner last time have grown much taller now. The old man even said that some of them are tomatoes, some are cucumbers, some are winter melons, and some are eggplants...

It's just that the vegetables are all outside this time, and I don't know if I can catch up with the last wave of results~
"Don't delay, both of you, it's time to write"

Zhang Xiaolan looked at the two siblings, without any conscious comprehension for a long time, and was stunned to delay the time every day, and had to practice calligraphy before starting to practice.

She is not as talkative as Jing Yuan.

"Mom, what we wrote is like an earthworm, ugly"

Huzi grumbled~ Compared with writing, he prefers Zamabu.

"It is because of ugliness that you need to practice more. Whose calligraphy is naturally beautiful"

(End of this chapter)