Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Anping often helped Ding Xuewei, but this was the first time he did it himself.

Ding Xuewei just thought, eat it with eyes closed if it is burnt or mushy, you can't discourage the enthusiasm of the child, but he doesn't want the brat to be so big-hearted. Bamboo shoots and carrots are soaked with fungus and fried with three shreds of vegetables.

"You did it all?" Ding Xuewei almost asked if you were lying.

Anping was not angry, and raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "Senior brother Jin helped me fuel the fire."

"Okay, big sister, it's not difficult to cook. It's worth your surprise. I'm so hungry. Eat quickly, and I'll help Uncle Zhang Qi's house get rid of bugs later!"

When I didn't see the dishes, Xiao BuDian said that cooking is not difficult, and I haven't felt it yet. Seeing these dishes, I feel a little like I was in Versailles.

A few dishes, except Sansi, which was cut into larger pieces and looked more like strips, but the others were all in color.

She traveled so many times to the space, rummaged through so many recipes and memorized them by rote, and then spent a lot of time pondering, and only then did she feel comfortable making them.

Anping is such a small guy, but after watching it a few times, he will be able to do it. It really can't be said that it is not shocking.

Slowly, Ding Xuewei shifted his gaze to Pandi and Laidi.

"My barbecue is not bad." Pandi dare not say that her food is better than Anping's, after all, she has never done it.

Laidi giggled: "I'll do it later."

In terms of self-confidence, Ding Xuewei has to say that the three little ones are more than one.

"Set the bowl."

Compared with someone who can't teach anything, it's better to understand at a glance.

Taste is more important than looks.

Several dishes tasted very good. The minced meat and vegetable porridge cooked for the Zhang family tasted very good.

"Anping, I'll leave the food for tomorrow to you."

"No problem." Anping accepted the move without hesitation.

Looking back and forth between the siblings, Jin Huan said: "The man is far away from the kitchen."

"Aren't all the chefs in every restaurant male? Besides, he doesn't have the qualifications to be particular about it." Ding Xuewei replied subconsciously.

Jin Huan, who originally thought that one of the siblings dared to speak and the other dared to act, suddenly froze.

In terms of his own conditions, he is worse than Anping.

The change in Jin Huan's face was so obvious that Ding Xuewei just pretended he didn't see it.

After stopping her chopsticks, she spoke earnestly, "Elder Jin, Senior Qiu, Senior White, you can't live in Yuequan Village all the time. When you are away from home, you will inevitably miss your home. Knowing it yourself can relieve some nostalgia."

If you have money, you can buy delicious food wherever you go.

Homesickness sounds much better than the fear of San Xiaozhi being neglected!

When the child is away, the family will inevitably worry.

With more common sense, the probability of surviving in an emergency is greater.

The so-called rough words are not rough.

Jin Huan was lost in thought, and Ding Xuewei didn't bother him, looking back and cooperating tacitly with the three little ones.

The Qiu family couple who ate at the same table looked at each other with regretful smiles.

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After the meal, Laidi and Anping washed up, while Ding Xuewei and Pandi helped Zhang's family cook and dry the bamboo.

When Ding Xue made Qiuling, Bai Shuihan and Zhang's mother and daughter a taste, Zhang Dahua muttered gloomily: "It will rain tomorrow, with this air conditioner, it will definitely rain tomorrow!"

"If you don't see the sun tomorrow, then take it into the kitchen and bake it. It will be more fragrant when baked." Ding Xuewei relieved.

She had discussed this with Uncle Zhang Qi long ago, but Zhang Qi just didn't tell the children.

Thinking about the rain, Ding Xuewei suddenly had an idea: "Auntie, can you let uncle and the others bring the cooked food?"

"Cooked food?" Aunt Zhang Qi said with a full face.

Naturally, it is impossible for villagers to bring rice and noodles, but broad beans and peas are more convenient in her opinion.

"Fry all the beans. If it rains, firewood is inconvenient, so you can eat it. If it is convenient, the fried beans will be more fragrant."

All of a sudden, she thought of the thin bean flour again, and immediately wanted to teach everyone.

"Auntie, do you have pea noodles at home?"

"No." Aunt Zhang Qi shook her head.

When it comes to eating, people in this world really take simplicity to the extreme.

But anything that can be eaten after being boiled will not be processed too much!

"Come on, let's grind the beans."

At this time, it was almost ten o'clock, if it wasn't for the bamboo insects that had to be dealt with today, they would all have fallen asleep.

Ding Xuewei called to grind beans at this time, the Zhang family couple didn't feel troubled, on the contrary, they were a little excited.

Both of her virtues are clear to both husband and wife.

At this time to grind beans, there must be a better idea.

Going out and doing hard work, if the stomach is not full, things will easily happen.

In a hurry, Aunt Zhang Qi went to fetch beans.

Broken rice is about the same price as peas, and peas are more satisfying than broken rice, and as long as they have enough time, they will cook beans and eat them.

After entering the money, every family in the village bought the reserve food.

At this time, Ding Xuewei was not polite to them, lit two torches one after another, and went out the door with Zhang's couple carrying a basin. Not long after, the three of them came to the stone mill by the pool.

The price of the stone mill is not low, and the villagers saved a few years to buy such a one together, and for convenience, the huge stone mill was placed by the pool.

Freshly milled rice has to be soaked in water to rinse off the shells, and it is much more convenient to grind stones next to water pools.

The water pool was about [-] meters away from the nearest house, and the three of them tried to walk as lightly as possible after going out, and no one noticed when the stone was rolling.

After more than half an hour, the three of them walked back while suppressing their voices.

Too urgent, Ding Xuewei, who returned home, arranged the waiting children to sleep, and then mixed pea noodles to make thin bean flour.

When doing other things, she will still feel uneasy and worried that she will not succeed, but she can be confident in making thin bean flour.

She inherited the gene of her grandma's love for dilute bean flour, and she missed crying when she was in college, so she boiled dilute bean flour in a kettle while others boiled hot pot.

If there is no pea noodles in the space, and the day is very busy, she would have made it long ago.

"Sure enough, freshly ground beans are the most fragrant!"

For Ding Xuewei, there are many memories related to the bean powder, and most of these memories are her parents, grandma and long-dead grandfather. When stirring the bean powder, she inevitably showed some sadness.

After hearing the news of her death, my parents and grandma were so sad. Have they come out these days, and at the age of their parents, can they have another child to practice a trumpet, and will this trumpet be abolished!

Emotions are getting lower and lower, and thoughts are getting more and more.

"Xuewei?"

Aunt Zhang Qi was a little worried.

Ding Xuewei, whose eyes were stained with tears, was startled for a moment, and then laughed with the corners of her mouth pulled.

"I miss my mother and grandma. When I was young, my mother told me that the thin bean flour made by grandma is the best."

The outsider's family didn't know where the family was. The original owner's mother had died a long time ago. There was no evidence to prove whether she had made bean flour. Even Mrs. Zhang couldn't come out and say she was lying.

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