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

Of course, children like Zhou Mingqin cannot understand this because they are not the breadwinners of the family.

As a child, I just feel that the living standard of my family has declined in recent years. The food is not as good as before, the clothes are not as warm as before, and life is not as happy as before.

But it was not the case with the three brothers of Zhou Lao Da. They lost their loved ones at a young age, and their broad backs were bent because of borrowing and owing money.

The pride of youth was trampled on in the mud, and the skin on my face was torn off.

Since then, I haven’t had a good meal or a good sleep, and all I think about when I open my eyes and close my eyes is the debt.

The elderly and children live a tight life and are often looked down upon in the village and outside. The same is true when they go out.

Thinking back to this, Zhou Lao Da suddenly remembered that a few months ago, the family forgot to buy salt, so his wife had to take a spoon to the neighbor's house to borrow some. Unexpectedly, when she came back, she was hiding in the corner crying with tears all over her face.

When he asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head and said nothing. He knew that it was because her husband was incompetent and did not let her live a good life.

The salt was borrowed, but the imported food tasted bland.

Today, the yard is piled with this year's new rice, which can be exchanged for a lot of money when it is all harvested. In another month, a lot of wheat can be harvested from the fields, and there will be a lot left even after paying taxes. Together with the dozen taels of silver at home, the Zhou family can pay off their foreign debt.

All I can say is that with God's blessing, all hard work will pay off.

My eldest niece made an indispensable contribution.

The food in the bowl was shiny with oil, and the pork belly was chewy and delicious. The adults were reluctant to eat it, so they picked up some and put it into the children's bowls.

"Mother, you don't have to give it to me. I'm not greedy at all. You should eat it."

Zhou Mingshu took the meat back from the bowl, but she was telling the truth. The meat was delicious, but she was really not greedy.

Zhu held the bowl, her eyes blurred with tears, and thought her daughter had grown up.

The meal was very quiet. Everyone was eating silently. In the end, there was not even a shred of ginger left in the bowl. Every bowl was clean.

Everyone put the dishes into the kitchen, and Feng took over the task of washing the dishes.

Liu and Zhu carried backpacks and called Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi to go up the mountain together.

They were going to that hill, mainly to pick garlic and Chinese cabbage, but if they came across mushrooms they would also pick them. There were a lot of mushrooms on that hill, so calling for two more people would provide extra help.

Because Zhou Mingshu went to town in the morning, Zhu was reluctant to let her go and asked her to stay at home and have a good rest.

Zhou Mingshu didn't try to be stubborn. Her grandmother was going to make lard in the afternoon, and she just wanted some lard, so she tried the traditional lard soap first.

Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie were beating rice ears in the yard. It was hard work and the weather was hot, so their bare backs looked shiny as if they were oiled.

The family was busy, so Zhou Mingyuan did not go out for a run. Instead, he sat in the shade, rubbing the rice ears in his hands and threshing them.

Zhou Mingshu frowned. Is this how the rice is threshed? How long will it take to thresh all the rice ears in this yard?

Closing her eyes, Zhou Mingshu recalled her original memory. In her memory, there was really no better way except rubbing or pounding.

Zhou Mingshu sighed. There were still ten acres of wheat behind him. Would he have to thresh them all with his arms? !

But she couldn't buy a thresher from the system, as that huge machine was too scary.

Helplessly, she went back to the house thinking.

I bought a reference book from the system to see if I could get some inspiration from it.

When Old Mrs. Zhou woke up, she saw her daughter-in-law boiling medicine in the kitchen. She cut some meat and lit a fire, intending to boil out lard.

It takes a lot of lard to make ointment at home. All the lard we had before was used to make the ointment, and we didn’t eat much of it at home.

She stewed this pound of pork for stir-frying, and she chose the best part.

The lard residue can be chopped up and wrapped in dumplings. Just thinking about it makes me drool.

Even during the Chinese New Year, we didn’t have a delicious meal of dumplings at home.

Old Mrs. Zhou kept stirring the meat slices in the pan, and soon the lard was fried out.

When she finally finished frying the lard and was about to scoop it out, she saw San Ya coming over with a basin.

"Grandma, give me two spoonfuls of lard. I can use it."

Several thoughts flashed through Mrs. Zhou's mind, "Are they going to make ointment again? Is this enough? But I didn't see them cutting mugwort at home?" But she didn't ask much.

"Okay, be careful, put the bowl on the table."

No matter what San Ya was going to do, nothing would be wasted. Old Mrs. Zhou scooped two spoonfuls of oil into her small basin, and then stored the remaining oil in the oil tank.

After Zhou Mingshu brought the basin back to his room, he went to the wall and picked up some snail shells.

According to what is written in the book, it is necessary to burn some shells and thatch to make alkaline water.

But Lianglin Village is close to the mountains, not the sea, so it would seem a bit strange if she took out some shells to use.

Fortunately, the composition of snail shells is the same as that of shells, so it is just right to use them instead of shells.

After lighting the stove, she threw the snail shells in and let them burn slowly. Then she scooped out some wood ash from the brazier where mugwort was burned. These were ready-made and did not need to be burned again, which saved a step.

Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie looked at each other. They didn't know what San Ya was doing, but the work at hand made them tired, so they didn't have the energy to ask.

Zhou Mingshu rinsed the stone mortar clean and moved it to the sun to dry.

After waiting for a while, she threw the roasted snail shells into the stone mortar and hammered them until they were broken into pieces.

Then mix these things with wood ash in water and stir evenly, filter out the residue, and the remaining water is the alkaline water Zhou Mingshu needs.

Just let it sit overnight, take the upper layer of transparent alkaline water and it is ready for use.

After doing all this, she sorted all the prepared things into the house to prevent people from accidentally throwing them away.

I found a bamboo tube of suitable size, washed it and put it aside for later use.

"San Ya, what are you doing? It's so dark."

Because of the wind, the ashes were flying everywhere.

"Brother, I'm making soap, but I haven't finished it yet. Let's see if I can succeed tomorrow."

Zhou Mingshu answered and went to the kitchen. She wanted to go into the mountains, but she had to report to the adults to avoid worrying her family.

"Grandma, I want to go up the mountain to pick some gardenias so I can make some more ointment."

Old Mrs. Zhou was helping Feng filter the pregnancy-preserving medicine, and she stopped what she was doing when she heard this.

"Your mother and your aunt are not here, so don't go into the mountains casually. Wait until they come back."

"But the flowers on the mountain can't wait. What if we go too late and the flowers wilt?"

Zhou Mingshu blinked his big eyes innocently, hoping to change Mrs. Zhou's mind.

"Tsk, that's right. I'll go with you then. We can collect as much as we can."

"Grandma, no need. How about letting Big Brother and Xiaojie go with me? Who will cook if you go? The three of us will be back soon."