Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

"This pea yellow has just the right sweetness. It's much more delicious than the ones I make at home. It's not greasy at all. I can eat two pieces at a time." The owner liked it, and the servants were also happy. After hearing Miss Shen's words, the next person The whole table of servants were also beaming with joy.

"Does Miss Shen also like to eat pea yellow? What else do you eat during the holidays?"

Yan Yongning caught Miss Shen's words and quickly asked one more question.

"Not only during festivals, we also make it occasionally in normal times. But my mother and I prefer to eat mugwort green dumplings. Unfortunately, there is no mugwort in winter, and the xiaolongbao made by my mother-in-law is also as delicious as today."

It was rare for Miss Shen to take the initiative to bring up matters at home, so Grandma Yan quickly motioned for everyone to be silent.

"Is the girl's grandmother's house in Xiangzhou County?"

Pea yellow is a delicacy in the capital, but mugwort green dumplings and xiaolongbao are Jiangnan flavors.

"Xiangzhou County?~~I don't know. When we were young, we could take a cruise and eat lotus root noodles."

In fact, this is similar to what they guessed. Her grandmother's family should be in the south, but where is her home?

Why did Mr. Xiao help her search for so long but still couldn't find it? It stands to reason that a child from a wealthy family must be very anxious after losing news for so long.

However, no matter how much I asked, Miss Shen couldn't answer. It was indeed a pity, but everyone was still very happy for her, which at least meant that her memory had begun to show signs of recovery.

"Miss Shen, it's okay. It means that the medicine is still useful. You have to keep drinking it, pay attention to rest, and don't think too much. Maybe you will remember it one day."

Miss Shen nodded apologetically, not too anxious, because she still felt quite good here. There were people who loved her, and there were things she liked to do. There was no noise or dispute.

She did remember some things, but they were all fragmentary fragments that couldn't be connected, so she didn't want to go into details.

It snowed twice in a row, and the sweet potato vines on the mountain were all dry. People in the village decided to dig sweet potatoes today.

The children were very happy to have a bath today and begged their families to come with them. Suddenly, there was a huge crowd on the way up the mountain. They were obviously going to do farm work, but it became a good place for children to go for a winter outing.

Except for Fubao's family's wells, all the wells at the foot of the mountain were completely dry, and every household went up the mountain to fetch water.

How come Fubao and Sanlang are missing from this kind of excitement? Qiuli also carried a small basket on her back and went up the mountain to play with her. In fact, the three ridges of land were not enough for Uncle Liu to dig alone. When the little guy went up the mountain, Yan Yongyi and Zimo had to follow them. By the way, they could each carry a load of water.

Sure enough, the children were just doing nothing to help. A group of children stepped on each other and made a mess. Their clothes were covered with mud. They were disgusted by the adults and drove them away to play.

"Go, go, go, are you here to help? You are just here to cause trouble."

"Mom, look, I pulled out a big sweet potato. It looks bigger than what our family has grown in previous years!"

"Do you think the sweet potatoes grew because you pulled them out? That's because of the mountain spring water this year."

"Yong Yi! Fortunately, you suggested planting sweet potatoes. Look how these sweet potatoes have grown more than twice as big as those grown in previous years!" The village chief smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. Each family only planted a small amount of land, but they all The harvest of seven or eight baskets of sweet potatoes can provide enough food for two months!

"The children are really hungry for sweet potato pancakes! I have to steam a few baskets when I get back so that the children can have some snacks during the New Year."

"You also need to dry some dried sweet potatoes. When you roast them over the fire, you can simmer a few slices to make them delicious."

"Who would have thought that a year of disaster could lead to a good year? It's really a blessing to the old patriarch's family."

The children also enjoyed their leisure time. The older ones suggested setting up a sweet potato kiln, and each of them went to the field to steal two sweet potatoes. They thought they were having fun stealing without being noticed by the family, but in fact the adults indulged them.

The children had a great time playing. The three of Fu Bao and Yaya used to play together. Anyway, the sweet potato kilns they built collapsed before they were built. The older children also disliked them and told them to go away. Just go and wait to eat.

"Hey, there's a little frog here."

Fu Bao pulled at the dry weeds under the snow and found two frogs lying silently on the ground, but they looked a bit strange, so he quickly called Qiuli and Yaya.

"Is this a toad? It's so ugly, look at its wrinkled body." Qiuli also poked the frog with her hand, but it still didn't move.

"Isn't he dead?" Saburo looked disgusted and turned the frog over with a stick. The frog still didn't move, as if it was frozen.

"He's not dead! He's not a frog anyway, is he an ant? He's so thin and his belly is still bulging. Did he eat too much? It's so ugly."

"It's just a frog. Don't you understand? I'll show it to Uncle Zimo. He knows the best."

Fubao didn't know how to be afraid, so he and Qiuli caught one each, and ran over to offer the treasure to Uncle Zimo.

Sanlang was still running behind, barking, looking very worried and timid: "Fubao, throw it away, it must be poisonous."

Hearing Sanlang's words, Zimo and Yan Yongyi quickly threw their buckets and ran over. Could it be that something happened? I'm afraid something will happen to Fu Bao.

"Uncle Zimo, this is a frog, right?"

Zimo quickly took the frog from both of their hands with one hand, and looked at Fu Bao's hand, and was relieved when he saw that there was no difference.

But when he looked at the ugly frog, his eyes lit up.

"What? Never seen it? I think it is indeed uglier than the usual frogs in the mountains. Throw it away. There is no meat even if you want to eat it. Your belly is still so bulging. I'm afraid you are really sick! It's not the breeding season." Yan Yongyi, who followed, also had a look of disgust on his face. He was dark and thin, with such long legs. He looked disgusting and wanted to pull Fu Bao to wash his hands.

"Miss, where did you catch it? Are there any more?"

"You're interested, why are you here?"

Yan Yongyi found it funny. People in the city had never seen such a thing before, and they were still curious about it.

"Uncle Zimo, I dug through the weeds and saw two of them! There must be more in the snow."

"I also saw one, but it was too ugly, so I didn't catch it." Seeing Uncle Zimo's interest, Sanlang continued, but in fact, he didn't catch it because he felt disgusted.

"There are more here." Yaya turned over a piece of garbage and caught another one. Its belly was still so big that it felt like it was about to burst.

"Uncle, did you have this thing in previous years?" Zimo turned to ask Yan Yongyi.

"I haven't noticed it. I guess there won't be as many as now, right? Could it be for the mountain spring? There may not be water on other mountains." Yan Yongyi also felt strange, why had he never seen it before?

"This is a snow clam. The oil in its belly is very useful."

"Snow clam? It doesn't happen when it snows, right?" Otherwise, why would it be called such a name?

"It's usually only found in cold mountains. Now that I've started hibernating, I'm full of oil. The ladies in the capital like to stew snow clam oil and papaya. It's said to be a beauty treatment, but it's not cheap. A bowl costs one or two silver dollars in a restaurant. What! You can also boil it into snow clam oil, which is specially used to treat dry and cracked hands and feet. It is very effective."

"I'm afraid there are many more on this mountain. Should we find someone to catch them?" Yan Yongyi hurriedly spoke. If Zimo said this, wouldn't they be getting rich again?

"Let everyone catch it, and we will take it." Hearing what Uncle Zimo said, Fu Bao and others clapped their hands nearby, as if they were about to get rich soon, as if they were very happy.

"I'm afraid there are a lot of them on the mountain! We can't catch them all, so why not let everyone earn some money for the New Year." Yan Yongyi agreed. This mountain is so big that a few people can't climb it.

"But how to preserve it? How to sell it?"

"This is not difficult. Just go back and open the belly and remove the internal organs, leaving only the oil in the belly, and dry it. You can sell it a few years ago. I will be responsible for delivering it to the capital."