Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 74 Pimple Soup

With a smile on his face, He Miao moved the medicine bowl forward.

"If you don't drink medicine, you won't have a drawing book to read." She turned around and glanced again. On the comic book she opened, the page happened to be "The Murder Case of the Bandaged Man in the Villa".

"Yuen Long, do you want to know what happened to this scary bandage weirdo?" He Miao raised his eyebrows, tempting the naive Yuen Long, "Drink the medicine and give you the next book, and the answer to the mystery will be revealed. ”

This method of blackmail is extremely effective.

It is also strange that Feng Yuanlang, an ancient man, could understand and understand the cartoons drawn by foreigners and the story of a detective case that took place in a modern setting, and found it deeply interesting.

Of course, he couldn't wait to know the development of the subsequent story, so he had no choice but to be obedient.

Even though he was reluctant in every possible way, he could not resist the temptation of drawing a notebook, and finally drank the decoction slowly.

He Miao put away the empty bowl with satisfaction and threw a pear candy to the Yuen Long white mouse. Feng Yuanlang drank medicine, ate candy, and rinsed his mouth with light salt water.

After that, the family eats and sleeps. Not a problem.

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On the second day, He Miao got up earlier than the chickens and was busy with the serious business of making money.

Last night before going to bed, she and Yuen Long lit a lamp and boiled oil in the West Room. They each held a book and studied it intently. Their eyes were sore and swollen, and their eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot eyes.

The difference is that Yuen Long is reading comic books.

He Miao was reading "Introduction to Traditional Chinese Medicine" and "Study on the Combination of Chinese Medicinal Materials" as well as a lot of miscellaneous modern science books.

Fortunately, she is smart enough and has great learning ability. Of course, she didn't get into graduate school in vain. She really learned a lot through books.

In addition, the traditional Chinese medicine specially prepared for Yuen Long was approved by the doctor at the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic. She was even more confident and eager to develop a new medicine to specifically treat irregular menstruation in women.

With the idea of ​​​​pharmaceuticals, He Miao was extremely excited. He even thought that he might be a barefoot doctor, a village girl, or something, and start his own new business in Dayan.

So, she got up early and thought about it and made a simple prescription for initial treatment. There were still many things that could be adjusted in this prescription, so she put it aside for the time being and went to the kitchen to cook.

No matter how busy you are, you can't delay eating.

Clean the hearth, light the fire, and boil a large pot of boiling water for drinking today. Feng Yuanlang also got up late and followed He Miao to help in the kitchen.

The relationship between the two of them is getting deeper and deeper. Yuen Long's mind is like that of a young child, and he is extremely dependent on He Miao. He is willing to ride the horse in front of him, for fear that his wife will be unhappy or tired.

"Daughter-in-law, what do we want to eat this morning?"

He Miao took out a bowl of flour from the bottom of the vat and replied: "Pimple soup."

He Miao added an appropriate amount of water to the flour and stirred slowly while adding water to form a hard pimple-like mass. Whether the pimple soup is delicious or not depends on the pimples. A delicious pimple soup is thick, not powdery, and chewy.

He Miao has been thinking about this soupy soup for a long time. It's warm, filling, and nutritious. It's a convenient and quick home-cooked farm meal.

If you prepare and finish eating early, you can also start making money early.

Feng Yuanlang: "Daughter-in-law, why do you have to make the noodles into such hard balls before you can put them in the pot?"

He Miao treated her husband-in-law the same way as she treated her children, and patiently explained: "Of course it needs to be cooked into a ball, otherwise the batter will become mushy when it is put into the pot. It's not even the time to put up Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve!" "

The young couple were chatting and laughing. In the hot autumn morning, the kitchen was especially warm and cozy.

Pimple soup is very common. After Yuen Long asked enough, he didn't find it strange. He nodded and puffed up his cheeks to blow fire. "Yuen Long, go to the backyard and pick some green vegetables to decorate."

Feng Yuanlang got his wife's order and ran all over the place to pick vegetables. He soon brought back two handfuls of green rapeseed. He washed it in the basin again before placing it next to the stove.

Once the dough is ready, you can put it in the pot and start cooking.

When the dough is cooked, crack two fresh eggs into it, and finally throw in the washed rapeseed, stir well and it's ready to serve.

After breakfast, the whole family was busy with their own affairs.

The autumn harvest was busy, and all the men in the family went to the fields.

Ever since Feng Qinkui left home, the Feng family has often been under low pressure. Everyone's cohesiveness is not as good as before. Except for eating together, there is little communication during the rest of the time.

Feng Xiaoxi lost her tofu shop where she could earn subsidies, and learned about the quarrel between her biological father and her sweetheart's mother. She was so disheartened that she kept hiding and refused to go out.

He Miao planned to use the weaving and spinning wheel at home to make samples of menstrual belts, so he knocked on Xiao Xi's door.

"Xiao Xi, don't stay in the house all the time. Come out and bask in the sun. You can help me do some cloth work."

There was silence in the room for a while, and then Feng Xiaoxi's voice was heard replying sadly: "Sister-in-law, I'm not feeling well, and I really can't help you."

She kneaded a pair of palm-sized cloth shoes in her hands: "Dabao and the others are going to school in a few days. I will make them two new pairs of cloth shoes and they won't leave the house."

Hearing what she said, He Miao felt distressed and helpless, so she had no choice but to let her heal herself. Then he returned to the courtyard alone and sat playing with the spinning wheel, sighing helplessly.

"Hey, even the bedding has to be taken out to dry in the sun. What's more, people, sitting in the house like this, must be lacking in calcium."

Chen Xiujuan on the side has just finished washing the dishes and cleaning the stove. I was using a small short broom in the courtyard to sweep the dust off my body.

She was thoughtful and had a sharp ear. When she heard He Miao's words, her heart moved and she immediately moved out the bedding that had been covered with the kangs in each house at home.

The bedding was few and heavy, making it inconvenient to remove and wash frequently, and several beds were already knotted.

When the weather is nice, take it out in the sun and tap it to remove the musty smell and dust and moisture.

Chen Xiujuan's thin and small body never had time to spare. After finishing all these tasks, she stood in the sun from a distance and looked at He Miao, as if she did not dare to approach rashly.

He Miao murmured for a long time, not understanding how to operate the spinning wheel. He frowned unconsciously and raised his eyes to see the embarrassed Chen Xiujuan.

"Xiujuan, what are you standing for? Come and sit." He Miao noticed the little girl's tangled look and picked up a small spoon to greet her, "Just help me see how to use this spinning wheel."

She knew that Chen Xiujuan was honest and timid, so she definitely refused to disturb him rashly, so she took the initiative to invite her. It just so happened that she was indeed a little confused about the spinning wheel.

Last time, sister-in-law Li Huahua's mother-in-law, Jin Scissors, came to teach her, but she was so busy with family affairs that she hadn't touched the wooden spinning wheel for several months, and she had long forgotten how to operate it.

When Chen Xiujuan heard He Miao calling her, she felt happy. She ran over in a few steps, hesitated and sat on the teapot, watching He Miao pressing this and pinching on the spinning wheel.

"Sister Miao, let me try."

She lowered her head and said this after a long while.

He Miao happily agreed: "Okay, come and give it a try. I've been working on it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out."

Chen Xiujuan was in a happy mood and came forward happily.