Fleeing from famine and farming: there is space for the full-level boss

Chapter 39 Planting Potatoes

Ruan Xiangxiang went downstairs to the backyard with Chu Munan on her back.

She asked Ruan Sanbao to bring a chair, and then put Chu Munan on the chair.

After that, Ruan Xiangxiang carried a small hoe and loosened the soil in the yard.

The land in the yard is not very big, only about a quarter of the land, and Ruan Xiangxiang gave away the land in a short while.

After that, she found a pot and a cutting board, and took out all the potatoes in the space.

Chu Munan sat there calmly, watching her continuously take out potatoes from the shriveled cloth bag, one by one, taking more and more until the basin was half full.

Chu Munan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of inquiry.

Ruan Xiangxiang picked up the saber and started cutting potatoes.

"Sister, why did you cut up the potato? If it's cut up, can it still grow?" Ruan Sanbao asked distressedly.

"Of course it can grow. Sambo, look, there are many buds on each potato. Each bud can grow a vine and produce many new potatoes at the same time."

Ruan Xiangxiang pointed to the buds on the potato to show him.

Ruan Sanbao suddenly realized, so he also took out his dagger and cut potatoes like Ruan Xiangxiang.

They cut for a while, and Li Cui also finished her work in the kitchen and came out to help.

Ruan Xiangxiang handed the knife to Li Cui: "Mother, you cut with Sanbao, and I'll grow potatoes."

"it is good."

Ruan Xiangxiang transferred the cut potatoes to another pot, and then planted in the ground with the pot.

The three of them worked together, and before dark, all the potatoes were planted in the soil.

Afterwards, Ruan Xiangxiang searched the kitchen and found half a jar of brown rice in the rice jar.

There is also a bag of flour, which seems to weigh about twenty catties.

Ruan Xiangxiang glanced at the pot on the stove and frowned.

Although the pot seemed to have cooked some meat that shouldn't have been cooked, but they couldn't eat barbecue like they did at noon in the next days of living here.

A pot is a must.

At this time, I can't care about anything else.

Ruan Xiangxiang held the pot, poured the soup inside into the ditch, and then scooped a ladle of clean water out from the bottom of the tank, and scrubbed the pot vigorously.

After that, she added clean water and two cups of brown rice to the pot, and put them in the pot to cook porridge.

When Li Cui came in, she saw Ruan Xiangxiang cooking porridge.

She glanced at the brown rice in the pot and turned pale with shock: "Xiangxiang, did you use the rice from the shopkeeper?"

"Hmm." Ruan Xiangxiang knew what Li Cui was thinking, and before she could ask, she explained, "This half-pot of rice and that bag of flour are the rewards given to us by the shopkeeper. After all, he is also afraid that we will starve to death in his house." inside."

"The owner of the shopkeeper is really kind." Li Cui praised the shopkeeper full of praise: "Xiangxiang, when the shopkeeper comes back, we must thank him well."

"That's natural." Ruan Xiangxiang pointed to the bag of flour: "Mother, you open the flour, make some noodles, bake a few pancakes at night, and eat porridge."

Although the barbecue at noon is fragrant, it lacks the taste of seasoning, and now I think of it a bit greasy.

She remembered that in the gourmet book she had read, pancakes served with porridge, no matter the pictures or descriptions, were mouth-watering.

Li Cui was reluctant: "Xiangxiang, although the shopkeeper was kind enough to give us rice and flour, but the quantity is limited after all, we still have to save some food. Otherwise, these grains will not survive the harvest season next year."

"Sambo, do you want to eat?"

Ruan Xiangxiang was too lazy to argue with Li Cui, and asked Ruan Sanbao who was standing by the stove directly.

(End of this chapter)