Being able to farm: starting from moving to the village and picking up furry

After hearing what her youngest son said in the morning, she had been looking forward to what the dish would taste like. She quickly washed the amaranth and followed the instructions of her seventh daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, she succeeded in one go.

Just as Xia Qingyu swallowed the pickled vegetable egg pancake in her mouth, someone patted her arm.

She turned her head slightly and saw Huang looking at her with a smile.

"Qingyu, come here, let me learn from your mother first." Huang said as she put down her chopsticks and planned to make pancakes with Old Lady Li and the others.

"it is good."

Looking at the two old ladies rubbing their hands together as if they were about to do something big, Xia Qingyu raised the corners of his mouth and automatically made way for them.

Many of the recipes were passively memorized when she was an experimental subject in her previous life.

The arrival of the doomsday caused drastic changes in the environment, and food became a scarce resource.

This was the second time Xia Qingyu had eaten this Amaranth Egg Pancake, and it was also the first time she had eaten it in this world. It was a long-lost taste.

Mrs. Li, with a proud look on her face, was talking to her mother-in-law about the details while she was stirring the dough with a smile on her face.

Xia Qingyu walked to the stove and sat on a small wooden stake, which was a natural wooden stool.

Holding the fire tongs, Xia Qingyu moved the firewood in the stove to ensure sufficient air circulation. The flames licked the dry wood, and crackling sounds were heard with each jump.

The firelight reflected on Xia Qingyu's face, warm and bright.

Xia Qingyu looked towards the leaping flames, and a strange and distorted picture vaguely appeared before his eyes.

The picture seemed to be covered with a thick layer of something, and it was dim and unclear, and only some shadows could be seen.

A small figure was sitting on the ground, holding something in his round hands, and many small shadows were lying beside him.

Those little shadows had different shapes, some had round cat ears, some had long tails, and there was even a long shadow that formed several circles on the ground.

Two tall figures were standing by, and the picture was rotating, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, making it difficult to tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

"Madam, the meal is almost ready, go sit down and rest for a while."

A tall and strong figure wearing an apron stood by the stove, holding a long spoon in one hand and a round plate in the other.

"Shh, baby is asleep." The slender figure squatted down, reached out and gently picked up the little figure on the ground.

The tall figure paused, put down the spoon and plate, walked over on tiptoe, and gently touched the little guy's cheek.

"Mom, the iron pan is ready. We can start making new pancakes." Shen Qingqing rubbed the pan with fatty pork and urged with a smile.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Qingyu blinked.

The spinning image disappeared, and she collected her thoughts and looked in the direction of the sound.

Supporting her chin with one hand, Xia Qingyu recalled the strange scene she had just seen. Although she had no impression of it, it made her feel both strange and familiar.

A very strange feeling arose, and Xia Qingyu noticed that his heartbeat frequency had changed. He carefully felt his beating heart.

After a few seconds, it returned to normal, as if it was her illusion.

Tilting her head slightly, Xia Qingyu saw Shen Qingqing pick up a large piece of fat and walk towards the iron pot.

"Okay, okay, the porridge will be ready soon." Old Mrs. Li responded loudly.

He also did not forget to share it with his mother-in-law beside him, and asked his seventh daughter-in-law to repeat the method he had mentioned before.

I poked the ashes in the stove with the tongs to ensure that the firewood burned fully.

Xia Qingyu raised her head and dictated the method while the two old ladies were trying, "Wash the amaranth, blanch it, chop it into small pieces, and then put it in the basin.

Then add the flour, beat in the eggs, mix them evenly, add some salt and make it into a batter.

Brush some oil in the pan, or rub it with fat, then pour it into the pan and fry it over low heat. Turn it over when it is shaped, and it can be served after it is done. ”

When Huang heard this practice for the first time, he took it very seriously and didn't even blink.

"Mother-in-law, look, it should be like this." Old Mrs. Li handed the batter in her hand to Huang to take a look, then poured it into the large iron pot that had been rubbed with fat.

With the sound of "sizzling", the batter flows in the iron pot and the tempting aroma slowly wafts out of the pot.

The first side was slowly fried in the pan, and the edge of the pancake gradually changed. Old Mrs. Li took a spatula, gently scraped the edge of the pancake, turned it over and continued to fry.

In a short while, the brightly colored amaranth omelet is ready.

Xia Qingyu watched as Old Lady Li shoveled the baked pancakes out of the pan and Mrs. Huang took them with a clean bamboo sieve. The two of them worked in perfect harmony.

Since there are expected to be a lot of people, naturally a lot of pancakes will be baked.

Fill the bamboo sieve with a layer and continue stacking on top. The edges of the fried pancakes are slightly raised and trembling, making people drool.

The two old ladies were concentrating on making pancakes, controlling the heat just right.

The taste of the pancake is very unique, and only a large iron pot fired with wood fire can make it taste different, just like hand-torn vegetables and knife-cut vegetables. Although both are cut into small pieces, the methods are different and the taste is also different.

In another large iron pot on the stove, there was porridge cooking, steaming hot.

Thin porridge and amaranth egg pancake, this is today's breakfast.

It is very unusual for farmers to have such a sumptuous meal.

The pancakes are neither burnt nor tender, and they exude the aroma of lard.

The relatives and neighbors outside the yard also smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen and stretched their necks.

Everyone's eyes were full of curiosity and they couldn't help swallowing.

"Brother Yanfeng, what delicious food are you making at home? Why does it smell so good?" Lin Shuifa put down the axe in his hand and sniffed.

"You will be able to taste the Amaranth Omelet soon." Li Yanfeng responded with a smile as he picked up the chopped firewood.

In fact, he also heard about it from his seventh brother’s wife this morning. He didn’t expect that his mother would start cooking right away, and the aroma was so tempting.

They could smell the aroma just by standing outside the yard and felt extremely greedy.

"Hey, we are blessed then."

Everyone smiled with anticipation, and did not stop the work in their hands, but worked even harder.

They arrived early and saw bamboo and dry straw in the yard, so they started working on their own initiative.

While everyone was busy, a few people walked out of the yard quickly, as if they were in a hurry to do something.

Some of them took the lead in picking up a half-woven bamboo dustpan, and the others who couldn't find anything to do simply cooperated with each other and weaved together, which made the process faster.

Some people found thatched straw spread out on the yard fence, which had turned dry and yellow under the sun.

Seeing someone making a straw rope, he simply walked over and picked it up, planning to join in making the rope.

These bamboo dustpans, ropes and other things will all be useful in building the house this time.

Anyway, everyone is busy all year round, even during the slack season.

They would use bamboo and rattan to weave bamboo baskets, scoops and other tools, which they could use themselves and also exchange the extra ones for silver at the market.

Work hard and live a down-to-earth life.

For a while, there was talking and laughing in the yard, and no one was idle.

After feeding the chickens, Lin Lan and the helpers who went to see Wangcai came back. As soon as they entered the yard, they were stunned.