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With the sound of roosters crowing, the sleeping village was awakened, and the sleeping Zheng Yuan was also awakened.

Zheng Yuan stretched lazily and walked out of the room.

She slept well last night, so she got up as soon as the rooster crowed this morning.

The sun has just emerged from behind the mountain, and the gentle morning light shines onto the village through the morning mist. The whole village is hazy and quiet.

Different from the heat during the day, the wind at this time is cool and gentle, blowing gently across people's faces, making them feel awake.

After the children went to the fields, she and Sanni still cleaned up and cooked at home. She even pulled Sizhu up and asked him to feed the chickens and sweep the floor.

When he just woke up, he was still in a bad mood and didn't want to do anything. But Zheng Yuan said that this was his job and if he didn't do it well, he would have no food to eat, so he picked up the broom reluctantly.

The oil in the meat jar that was left on the stove to cool last night had solidified, and the white oil covered the mouth of the jar. After finding a lid and sealing it, Zheng Yuan carried the jar to a corner.

Zheng Yuan had just washed the rice and put it in the pot when he heard someone calling outside. He went out and saw that it was Old Mrs. Chen.

"Mom, why are you here? Come in quickly."

Seeing her come out, Old Mrs. Chen didn't say anything more. She threw the cloth bag in her hand in and turned and left.

"I'm not coming in. You can take this gray flour and give it to everyone else."

Zheng Yuan was just about to open the door when a pocket fell from the sky and hit her on the head. Tiny gray particles scattered from the pocket and hit her face.

Zheng Yuan's face was covered with flour. He looked at Old Lady Chen's back as she left quickly, holding the cloth bag. Old Lady, can't you just give it to me?

When she walked into the kitchen, Sanni had just finished chopping pig grass and stood up. She saw a gray-headed man walking in from outside the door and almost screamed out in fright.

After seeing that it was Zheng Yuan, he hurriedly stepped forward to brush off the dust on her body: "Mom, what happened to you? I just heard a voice that sounded like grandma's. How come you are covered in dust after going out?"

"This is not ash, it's the ash flour your grandma gave you." Zheng Yuan didn't know how to explain why the ash flour her grandma gave her would fall on her. She could only say that the old lady moved very quickly and she didn't see clearly what was going on.

Knowing that her mother had not quarreled with her grandmother, Sanni did not ask any more questions and hurriedly helped Zheng Yuan pat the flour off his head.

After cleaning up, Zheng Yuan looked at the small bag of gray noodles and couldn't help laughing. The in-laws were honest. He gave them meat, and they reciprocated by giving him gray noodles. They probably couldn't bear to eat the gray noodles, but they chose to give them as a gift. They didn't think it was their due to give them anything.

It just so happens that I don’t have flour at home, so I made some oil residue last night. I’ll use this little bit of flour to make some oil residue and shepherd’s purse buns this afternoon.

For breakfast, I had thick white porridge, stir-fried pork with some fresh meat left over from last night, and paired it with refreshing cold bitter melon salad. It was a simple meal.

Now that the family has more money, the children's appetites are not as big as before.

After dinner, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin went to the fields with the children. Although the weeds in the fields had been pulled out, there was still a lot of work to do on the hills.

In this era, there are no high-efficiency fertilizers, so farmers can only work harder to remove the weeds and prevent them from stealing the nutrients from the crops.

The fields of the two families were far apart, but the mountains were next to each other. This saved them the trouble of running back and forth, and they could finish the work together.

When we got to the field, we lined up in a row and slowly moved upwards from the bottom.

Compared to working in rice fields, working with a bent back in the cornfield is even more tiring.

Although it was cooler under the cover of corn leaves, the leaves were sharp and scratched my body. The weather was hot and soon, beads of sweat seeped into my skin along the scratches. It felt so sour.

By noon, everyone was feeling a little tired. Fortunately, Sanni and Sizhu brought them some water. After taking a sip of water, they felt a little better.

Originally, he wanted to go back and get some lunch, but when he thought about having to climb back up after going down, Zheng Yuan’s calves began to tremble.

After going downstairs to eat and coming back up, everyone's spirits were low. We thought the afternoon would be even harder, so we decided to work until the afternoon and go back early to eat. Today we just weeded, no heavy work, and we weren't very hungry.

The children naturally had no objections. After all, no matter how hard they worked, they were never required to have another lunch.

Sanni and Sizhu also stayed on the mountain and gathered the pig grass they had cut to feed the pigs and put it in a backpack. This solved the problem of pig grass for today.

The summer heat gradually dissipated, and the breeze brought a slight coolness. Zheng Yuan straightened up from the cornfield and looked at the position of the sun. It was about five or six in the afternoon.

"You guys can go home after working for another half an hour or so. I'll go back and make dinner first."

After giving the instructions, Zheng Yuan broke off a few bags of corn, picked up a basket of pig feed, and took Sanni home. He prepared the meal so that the people in the fields could eat when they returned.

Before leaving the house in the morning, she had asked Sanni to pick a basket of tender shepherd's purse from the mountain. When she got home, the shepherd's purse had been picked and cleaned by Sanni and placed on the stove. The most surprising thing was that the steamer that had not been used for a long time was also cleaned by Sanni and placed on the table to dry.

Zheng Yuan really wanted to give Sanni a big hug. What a good daughter, so thoughtful and caring. She saved her a lot of trouble.

Sanni lit the fire for Zheng Yuan, and then hurried to the backyard to feed the pigs with pig food. She also had to go to Aunt Duan's house to feed the pigs. Now the two families lived together, and Duan Minmin's pot was taken over by them, which was very inconvenient. So they simply agreed that after Sanni fed the pigs here in the afternoon, they would be responsible for feeding the pigs over there, so as to save them the trouble of coming back.

Zheng Yuan took out the gray flour that Old Lady Chen had sent him this morning and poured it all into the basin, leaving only a little bit to make his hands sticky. Steaming buns is a hassle, so he might as well do it all at once. He could take some with him for lunch tomorrow when he went up the mountain.

After adding water and starting to knead the dough, Zheng Yuan suddenly realized an important problem.

There was no yeast in this era!

Ah, this, Zheng Yuan’s brain is about to crash. The water has been poured in and it can’t be put back up.

I went through the food videos I watched before, and someone mentioned something called flour starter. In ancient times, when northerners made noodles, they would set aside a small piece of flour to let it ferment and sour naturally, then dry it for later use. The next time you make noodles, grind the flour starter and soak it in warm water to get the yeast for fermentation. Keep a little bit every time you make noodles, and you can keep using it over and over again.

The old-fashioned steamed buns sold on the streets in the past were probably made using this method. Zheng Yuan bought one once and it was quite sweet.

But based on observations over the past few days, Zheng Yuan speculated that Lao Huaiqing should belong to the south, because the eating habits are very similar to those in their previous life. The staple food is mostly rice, millet and corn. Almost no one eats noodles every day at home, so how could anyone specifically save this noodle starter?

Another way is to put the kneaded flour under direct sunlight. There is wild yeast in the air, and the flour will ferment when the temperature is suitable, but it will take a long time and the effect will be poor.

There is no other way now, I can only knead the flour quickly and bake it behind the stove, praying that it ferments quickly.