The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

"Tearing the window paper? Why? San Ya, are you confused by the sun?" Zhou Mingqi's mind was a mess and he had no idea what his sister was doing.

"Don't worry, second sister. I know what I'm doing."

Zhou Mingshu put on his shoes and went to the next door mother's house to get the string basket.

As soon as she opened the door, Zhou Mingyuan, who was taking a nap on the bed, got up.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know there was something inside."

"Sleep well, I won't hit you."

She knew her younger brother didn't mean it, and although she felt a little distressed, she wouldn't beat or scold the child.

If you really can't grow it, then cultivate it again.

Zhou Mingshu took the basket and left. Zhou Mingyuan finally felt relieved. He was scared to death just now, and the sleepiness he had prepared for was gone.

Remove the window paper from the window and insert the folded cone through the window hole from the outside, leaving just the right length.

After marking, Zhou Mingshu asked his second sister to get a pair of scissors and then started cutting paper.

"These cut-offs can be used for writing, the main purpose is to make use of waste."

"Ah? You say this is a waste?" Zhou Mingqi no longer understood his sister's train of thought, so he just let her do whatever she was told to do.

After cutting everything, two people work together, one standing inside the window and the other outside the window.

Zhou Mingqi outside stuffed the round cones into the window holes, while Zhou Mingshu inside the house used needle and thread to sew the cut round cones together.

Separate independent units are sewn together one by one through the window. No matter how strong the wind is, as long as the paper is not torn, these things will not fall apart.

"Second sister, okay, come inside and try it."

Zhou Mingqi couldn't wait any longer. What on earth was going on?

It's so ugly to make the windows like this. When I stand in the room and look in, the light seems to be much dimmer.

"try what?"

"Stand here."

"Ok?"

"Do you feel anything?"

“Should I feel anything?”

"Do you feel any cooler?"

Zhou Mingshu stretched out his little finger and gestured, which meant a little bit, with a smile of success on his face.

After her sister's reminder, Zhou Mingqi focused her attention on this. She was now standing under the window, and the breeze outside the window was blowing, lifting the hair around her ears.

"This... this is really cool. Did you make this round thing just to bring the wind into the house?"

Zhou Mingqi jumped three feet high with joy and almost tore off the patch on Zhou Mingshu's sleeve.

"Of course, otherwise why would I go to so much trouble? Look, by moving the cones, we can change the direction of the wind. However, these papers are too soft. We'd better not move them easily, or they will break easily."

"What are you waiting for? Let's install them in all the bedrooms at home."

"Come on, we have done so much, why don't we just install them all."

The two sisters brought a backpack, put all the round tables on the bed into it, and replaced the windows with new ones one by one.

First, the rooms of my eldest and second sisters were changed, and then my younger uncle's room.

Everyone's acceptance level is different, so Zhou Mingshu had no choice but to lead people into the house and let them experience it for themselves.

After experiencing the comfort of cool breeze, who would want to stay in a stuffy and hot room again?

Fortunately, the round tables were made in advance. Zhou Mingqi and Zhou Mingqin worked in one group, and Zhou Mingshu and Feng worked in another group, and they replaced them in every house.

Finally, there were some round tables left, and Zhou Mingshu sewed them to the vents in the kitchen, hoping to lower the temperature in the kitchen.

"Grandma, these things are made of paper and can't withstand rain. If it rains, they will all be damaged. Why don't we make some rain shields?"

"Yes, I have thought of that. When the donkey shed is built, I will let your uncle do it. Just tell him what kind of building it should be."

Old Mrs. Zhou completely agreed with her granddaughter's approach. These papers were precious things. If they were all damaged by the next rain, it would be a waste.

It was obvious that the paper was sent by Mr. Chen. She, an old woman, owed him a huge favor and would repay him someday.

Mr. Chen: This is a huge misunderstanding!

After making these automatic small fans, it was time to soak the mung beans. Zhou Mingshu rinsed the mung beans twice, then poured them into a stone mortar and began to mortar them.

Hearing the noise, Old Lady Zhou went out to check, "San Ya, what are you doing?"

"Grandma, I want to grind the mung beans and squeeze out the juice."

"Hey, don't do that. Dig it out and I'll take you to the village chief's house. He has a stone mill. I'll take you to grind it."

Unexpectedly, there was a stone mill in the village chief's house. Zhou Mingshu took the thing out and was looking forward to grinding mung beans with the stone mill.

Using a stone mill is much easier than using a mortar, and the ground materials can be crushed into smaller pieces.

Old Mrs. Zhou took her there. Since this stone mill was often used, she rinsed it twice with clean water and then started grinding.

"You can't even grind anything out of this little bit of mung beans, what are you doing with it?"

"Grandma, trust me, I can make delicious food. Next time you go to the street, just wait to buy green beans."

Old Mrs. Zhou laughed at her granddaughter's confident tone.

"Is the food you are making something we haven't seen before?"

"Of course, grandma, you don't know, there are so many good things recorded in the book, wait for me to slowly make them for you, and you can wait to feast on them."

Old Mrs. Zhou was still full of questions, but when she heard her granddaughter say that she learned it from a book, she realized that this was beyond her understanding. No wonder she didn't understand anything.

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'm going to have a delicious meal now."

This stone mill is right under the tree in front of the village chief's house. Anyone who wants to use it can use it at any time, but they just have to rinse it clean.

After grinding the mung bean milk, the two men rinsed the stone mill and left.

Zhou Mingshu recalled the steps in his mind, took out the filter cloth in the house, and poured the mung bean milk into it.

Add an appropriate amount of clean water to the basin, poke it into the mouth of the filter cloth, then put the filter cloth into the clean water and squeeze it back and forth to wash out the mung bean starch inside.

After all the starch is washed out, the remaining mung bean dregs can be used to make mung bean pie, while the rest of the mung bean water needs to be left to stand.

Zhou Mingshu took a basket and covered the basin, then moved the basin to a cool place, where it could sit and collect the mung bean starch tomorrow.

After doing all this, she was already sweating profusely. Seeing the flickering fire in the kitchen, she didn't want to go in and cook anymore.

"Mother, this is mung bean dregs. You can make two mung bean cakes. You can fry them with some oil. It would be a waste to throw them away."

Zhu took the mung bean dregs from her daughter's hand and said, "How can I throw away such a good thing? This is a good thing."

Zhou Mingshu washed his face, returned to the house and sat under the window to rest.

Oh, that's really cool.

It was usually very hot, but she could still accept it. Now that she felt the comfort of the cool breeze, the previous heat seemed a little unbearable.