The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 710 Fresh Soy Milk
Like Qiao Changshun, he was rambling on trying to persuade Qiao Maimai.

Qiao Xiaomai repeated exactly what he had just said to Qiao Changshun, leaving Zhuang Lvhe speechless.

"Mother, Zhaodi Yindi and sisters are hardworking and hardworking, do you have the heart to see them being bullied?" Qiao Xiaomai asked while digging egg custard with a spoon.

Zhuang Luhe shook his head.

"That's all. They are my people now, so of course I have to protect them. You and dad will live here from now on, and people from the village will come to work. You just communicate with them. The Tong family doesn't have to talk to you." They come and go."

Zhuang Luhe "..."

After thinking about it, she still persuaded, "Sanlang is a scholar, and he will go higher and higher in the future. If you continue to be so tough, he will disgust you."

"He dares to turn away from me?" Qiao Xiaomai raised her eyebrows and let out a soft snort, looking like a dominatrix.

Zhuang Luhe "..."

She pursed her lips tightly and remained silent.

It's all her fault, she left, forcing her, a girl, to change her temperament drastically, and she can no longer find her previous trace.

Blame her.

Qiao Xiaomai glanced at her sideways, knowing that she was starting to feel uncomfortable again, so she changed the subject, "By the way, are the beans dried? And the sesame seeds, are they dried?"

"Dried."

"Soak the beans, I'll make some tofu, soy milk and yuba." The taste of sweet potatoes is so amazing, so the taste of soybeans will definitely not be bad.

And with sesame seeds, tahini, sesame oil, this tastes absolutely amazing too.

Zhuang Lvhe heard the words, hey, "Then I'll go soak."

"Go." Qiao Mai nodded, sitting at the door of the warehouse, looking at Qiao Zhaodi Qiao Yindi's busy figure, clicked her tongue.

She built the manor into a place like a paradise. Zhuang Lvhe and Qiao Changshun just waited to enjoy the blessings, so why did she have so many ideas.

Who can't live without?

Thinking of this, she quickly finished the custard in the bowl, then stood up and ran to wash the sesame seeds.

She was going to send some of these agricultural products to Yang Ye, and before leaving, she had to meet Xiao Yang's guard. It would take her and Tong Sanlang a month to leave, and she didn't know how the dyed dried sweet potatoes were sent.

If there is a follow-up, Qiao Changshun and Zhuang Luhe must take over.

So in the morning, Qiao Xiaomai washed some sesame seeds and dried them in the sun, while Tong Sanlang and Qiao Changshun moved the furniture over and over again.

In the afternoon, the sesame seeds were dried, and Qiao Maimai put them away, and asked Tong Sanlang to grind them in the town.

She has never ground sesame oil, and the sesame oil used in the village is exchanged with sesame seeds in the town.

Tong Sanlang went to the town, and she began to grind soybean milk.

This job was easy for her, but Qiao Changshun insisted on grinding it with a donkey, so she watched from the sidelines for fear of tiring her.

Soon, the white and delicate soybean milk came out, and all flowed into the wooden barrel under the stone mill.

After grinding a bucket full, she used a linen cloth to filter out the bean dregs, and then poured them into the pot to cook.

The kitchen is open-air, and a shed was built at the door of the warehouse, so as soon as the soy milk boiled, the aroma wafted out immediately.

Qiao Dami woke up from a nap, and was writing big characters, but now smelling the pleasant smell, she couldn't write anymore, and ran to the stove, insisting on helping Qiao Mai to light the fire.

"You and Dad go fetch some buckets of water." Qiao Mai sent him away.

This pot of soy milk is definitely not enough for their family to drink, so they will send some to Miao Dali's engineering team at that time.

And those who come to work will also give a bowl.

The crops in the 150-acre field here are basically harvested, and in two days we will go to other places to harvest millet.

(End of this chapter)