Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

Soon, Meng Huaishao had filled dozens of molds and arranged them in squares on the open space of the farm.

Once the mud is dry, you can remove it from the mold directly.

After the mud bricks were put into the mold, Meng Huaishao sat down next to Ye Yaoyao and watched her knead the mud.

Before we had even had a quarter of an hour's rest, the sweet potatoes and rice in the fields had ripened again.

Yes, now Meng Huaishao doesn’t grow potatoes anymore, he grows sweet potatoes!

Because the underground warehouse is really full.

Those sweet potato vines were thrown into the mountains by him and Ye Yaoyao.

At first they planted it, but later they couldn't grow it anymore, so they just threw it onto the mountain.

After throwing it away, sprinkle some soil on it, and finally pour a few buckets of spring water from the farm space, and the survival rate will be quite high.

In order to be able to take out grain with a legitimate reason in the future, Meng Huaishao thought about it and discussed with Ye Yaoyao, and finally decided not to plant potatoes that no one recognized for the time being.

Just grow sweet potatoes.

Both sweet potato vines and sweet potato seedlings can be harvested.

All the sweet potatoes are stored in the farm space.

After harvesting, all the sweet potato seedlings are thrown into the mountains.

In the end, whether it serves as fertilizer or takes root and grows, it is not something he can worry about.

After throwing almost all the garbage away in the back mountain, he asked Ye Xiaoqing to carry it to the deeper mountains to throw it away.

Sweet potato vines soaked in spring water have more or less a chance of survival.

As for the problem that the underground warehouse cannot accommodate all the space?

Actually, it’s not a big problem.

Meng Huaishao used sweet potatoes and wild vegetables to exchange for some burlap bags in the village.

Later I went to the town to buy some more and packed most of the vegetables and grains into bags and piled them up.

One bag was stacked on top of another, almost all of them were stacked on top, neatly, creating a lot of space.

Not only that, he also wrote words and drew pictures on the bags to make them easier to identify.

In addition, Meng Huaishao also makes a lot of semi-finished products, which are not only convenient but also save warehouse space.

For example: cook the sweet potatoes, slice them, dry them, and pack them in bags.

Dried sweet potatoes can be stored in underground warehouses or in open spaces on the ground.

If the open space is kept dry at all times, the food will not get moldy.

The rice harvested later can also be placed on the open ground.

But Meng Huaishao thought that rice was more precious and did not take up much space, so he moved all of it into the underground warehouse.

Ye Yaoyao remained noncommittal about this.

It's not him who is doing the work anyway, so why should she give any advice?

Rice and flour are indeed more expensive than sweet potatoes, and the output is much lower. They also don’t take up space in the warehouse, so this is the right choice.

It’s a pity that Meng Huaishao doesn’t know how to make starch, otherwise he could save more space.

Ye Yaoyao pushed the dining chair and followed Meng Huaishao to the field. When she passed the small hill of sweet potatoes, she sighed slightly.

Is she aiming to feed the entire village?

I used to like the smell of sweet potatoes, but now I don’t even want to look at them.

I don't want to see it, but I still have to plant it.

"GuoGuo, plant corn!"

Ye Yaoyao took out the bag of corn seeds and looked at Meng Huaishao with anticipation.

Although sweet potatoes still need to be planted, it doesn’t matter if we plant one less crop!

Smell it for a different scent, corn is good.

"it is good!"

As long as it did not harm Ye Yaoyao's request, Meng Huaishao would agree to it.

He loosened the soil skillfully and quickly, then pulled out the sweet potatoes with their roots and vines.

Fortunately, the black soil is soft enough that we can pull it out with a little digging without breaking the roots.

If it were any other land except sand, it would be impossible to achieve such efficiency.

Meng Huaishao cleared a piece of black soil, and Ye Yaoyao started planting corn.

After more than a month of growth, her control over her mental strength has become much stronger, and now she can do two rounds a day without any headache.

However, what she didn't understand was that her mental power was only effective within the farm space.

She originally thought that this was a function of the farm space, but in reality, outside the farm space, she could use her mental power to control Xiaoqing, who had signed a contract with her.

I don't understand.

But in the outside world, it is also a good thing to have the means to check and balance Ye Xiaoqing.

So, Ye Yaoyao didn’t bother to think about it and just focused on farming.

After planting the corn, Ye Yaoyao felt a little tired and her eyelids were drooping.

Meng Huaishao noticed it, carried the girl to the crib nearby, and dressed her.

"Yaoyao, if you are sleepy, take a nap. There are not many paddy fields, and I will finish planting in a short time."

"Oh, good!"

Ye Yaoyao was indeed sleepy. She yawned, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Seeing the little guy's breathing become even, Meng Huaishao tidied up the hair on his cheeks and went back to work.

After the rice was planted, the mud bricks became semi-dry.

Having just finished taking care of Meng Huaishao, he only had time to take a look at the little ball in the crib before hurriedly going to remove the mud bricks from the mold.

After removing from the mold, it’s time to cook for Ye Yaoyao again.

This is Meng Huaishao’s recent life routine. He is almost as busy as a spinning top that never stops, but he enjoys it.

Isn’t being busy and fulfilled a kind of happiness?

Ye Yaoyao and Meng Huaishao entered the farm space in the early morning and stayed there until the sun set in the afternoon before going out.

As cautious as he was, he asked Xiaoqing to lock the door for him every day, pretend to go out, and then return the key to him.

Xiaoqing applied for permission to stay in the farm space during the day, but Ye Yaoyao disagreed.

Xiaoqing even protested against this, but unfortunately, she was easily suppressed by Ye Yaoyao.

Later, Ye Xiaoqing had no choice but to be obedient, going out early and returning late every day, going into the mountains to find a place to cool off, and occasionally bringing some "little surprises" home.

"Pot?"

Ye Yaoyao woke up and looked at Meng Huaishao lying on the bed rail, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

Ye Yaoyao, who had just woken up, had rosy cheeks and looked very cheerful.

"Good afternoon~ Yaoyao~"

Meng Huaishao picked up the little girl and took her to the kitchen.

"Yaoyao, my brother made some egg custard, do you want to eat it?"

"miss you!"

Ye Yaoyao answered loudly, grabbing Meng Huaishao's wrists with both hands.

"Yaoyao wants to eat, a big bowl!"

The egg custard with peppercorns and green onions is so fragrant, she loves it!

"Okay, a big bowl!"

Meng Huaishao poked Ye Yaoyao's nose with full of doting.

"I know you like it, so I specially used a big bowl to steam it, you must eat it all~"

Ye Yaoyao was embarrassed.

Eating from a big bowl and using a big bowl for serving are completely different things!

To put it simply, Meng Huaishao used the big bowl to fool me.

However, considering the fragrant, soft, tender and smooth egg custard, Ye Yaoyao decided to forgive Meng Huaishao this time!

Brothers who can cook delicious food have privileges!

After entering the kitchen, Meng Huaishao indeed brought out a large bowl shaped like a bamboo hat, which looked quite full.

The bamboo hat bowl is just like a bamboo hat, small at the bottom and large at the top.

So, although it looks like a big bowl, it is actually the usual portion.

Ye Yaoyao did not expose Meng Huaishao's little thoughts. She took the spoon and started to eat her rice with a "smacking" sound.

Nothing is more important than eating.