Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Chapter 264 Grinding Pueraria Root Powder
The trees in the surrounding area are all bare trunks and branches, adding a bit of depression.

Born in the high-tech age, winter is just a season for her, and it has no influence at all.But now, suddenly parachuting into this small mountain village, with no heating or down jacket, and fighting the winter with her body for the first time, she really didn't know what to do.

I don't know how much below zero the coldest winter here is?
Although the winter in the memory of the original owner was heavy snow and the door was closed, and the place was completely white, but there was a charcoal pot burning in the house, and the son and daughter-in-law did the geography at home.

Her mother-in-law just needs to sit on the couch with a small quilt on her body and do some needlework.

Therefore, Winter was not very impressive in the memory of the original owner.

As for the fact that a few widowed and lonely old people freeze to death every year in the village, I heard people say it, and the original owner never joined in the excitement.Therefore, she really didn't know how harmful winter was.

After exercising, Bai Yunxi walked to the backyard and saw Mrs. Li and the second child cleaning the kudzu root.

Seeing the red hands of several people, Bai Yunxi couldn't help but blame,
"Why are you so busy in the morning? It's cold in the morning, and it's not too late to start cleaning after breakfast."

Bai Anyan raised his head and smiled honestly,
"It's not too cold, wash it early, peel and cut into pieces after the meal, you can mash and filter."

Mrs. Li also nodded in agreement,
"Mother, don't worry, I'm sweating all over when I get busy, and I'm not cold at all. Didn't mother say that the method of making kudzu powder and tapioca flour is the same, the kudzu root we brought back yesterday is enough for a busy day."

Bai Yunxi nodded, that's true, there is no machine to replace it, and taking kudzu root powder is all manual work, which is hard work.

After breakfast, the family went directly to the backyard. The division of labor was the same as the last time the cassava flour was fetched. The physical work was done by the second child, and she and Du Shi were involved in the filtration.

Little Four and Little Five were in charge of cutting the pieces, and even Yaya helped with Ruan Ruan, handing Mrs. Li a ladle, a cloth towel or something, the whole family mobilized, and no one was idle.

The busy time passed quickly, and when Baiyunxi looked up, the sun had already risen above the head.

Poured the slag from the filter to the side, Baiyunxi looked up at the sun above his head, and then turned his head to look at the Pueraria lobata next to him. It took less than half of the process in the morning.

"Okay, stop and rest, continue in the afternoon."

Bai Yunxi waved his hand, it is impossible to do physical work without food.

"Mother, I'm going to cook, second brother and sister, you can send me a cabbage in a while." Du Shi wiped his hands on the apron, turned and went to the front yard.

"Hey~, I'm going to pull it out now." Mrs. Li nodded, then turned and went to the vegetable field.

Bai Yunxi went over to check the kudzu root water filtered in the first tank, and seeing that it was almost settled, he directly ordered Bai Anyan to pour out the excess water.

The kudzu root water usually settles for three hours, and the excess water is poured out, leaving only the kudzu root powder.

Then dig out the wet pueraria powder and put it on the grate to dry.

Mrs. Li passed by with a cabbage in her arms. Seeing the yellowish water being poured out, revealing the white pueraria powder, she hit her tongue excitedly.

"It's really unexpected that such an ugly pueraria root can filter out such a white powder. It's incredible."

"I used to think that white flour was the whitest flour in the world. I didn't expect kudzu powder and tapioca flour to be so white, and they were more delicate and tender than flour."

(End of this chapter)