I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

Dashuan is honest, filial and obedient to his mother. Ersha is simple-minded and will forget everything if Zhao Qiqi treats him well.

Among the three older ones who could remember things, only Santu was dissatisfied with the original body.

"Li Zheng is a good person who can be flexible. If he meets someone else, he might not be willing to do this."

Once it rains, the food supply will stabilize, the prices in the entire market will also stabilize, and the price of land will slowly rise, maybe even double.

The mother and son returned, and Dashuan, Ersha, Sipang and Yunyun also came back.

We have to find a business to do. It's not the harvest season yet and everyone still has some money from last year, not to mention that many people in this town don't rely on farming for their livelihood.

"Mom, I want to make a few wooden barrels. How big do you think they should be?"

He has not forgotten what his mother asked him to do to store water.

"It's up to you. If you have time, build a coop for the chickens and fence them in."

"Mom, chickens have actually hatched? Can they be hatched without a hen?"

He is really her good eldest son, always giving her problems.

"Maybe it has been incubated on the mountain all the time, otherwise how could it hatch so quickly, plus it has been hot these days." Zhao Qiqi asked a question in return, shutting up Ersha.

"Dashuan, can you weave bamboo baskets?"

"Mom, do you want it? Your son can weave it."

Zhao Qiqi shook her head: "Mom wants you to weave a few round ones for me, flat ones that look like plates."

"Mom, you mean the dustpan, right?"

Zhao Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it."

After dinner, the sons, the eldest daughter-in-law and Yunyun went up the mountain to chop wood and bamboo.

She wanted to make rice rolls, which were simple and delicious. She looked around and found that they were not sold in the town.

Smooth and refreshing, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

There is definitely a market for this. The cost is not high and the selling price is not expensive. I can think about it slowly and add other products when the time comes.

Making rice rolls requires rice milk, and she doesn't plan to do business in the morning. If she does, the time they have to get to town will be a problem, and they will have to make the rice milk in advance, so it will probably take a long time to get it done.

Zhao Qiqi plans to try it at home first to see whether people here like it, and then improve it according to the local taste.

I took out two kilograms of rice and soaked it in water, then bought ten eggs, a bottle of soy sauce and oil from the system.

That's forty cents.

While no one was around, she boiled a pot of water, put the bamboo tube in to blanch it, poured soy sauce and oil into it after it dried, covered it with something random, and disposed of the original bottle.

She started to make fire again. After being here for a few days, she had already mastered the skill of making fire.

Use a bamboo ladle to scoop out the water in the pot, add oil and put in the garlic slices first. Fry for a while and the aroma will be stimulated. Then add the green onions. If conditions permit, you can also add mushrooms and other flavor-enhancing things, but for now just make a simple sauce.

Scoop out the garlic and green onion leaves and use them as a side dish. Some people like it and some don’t.

Pour in soy sauce, salt and water and the sauce is ready.

Scoop into a bowl and let cool.

"It smells so good, what is mom doing?"

From the skills that Zhao Qiqi had shown before, Ersha had always thought that she was a hidden talent and a master cook. Now when he entered the yard and smelled such a smell, he looked towards the stove, but there was nothing on it but a bowl of black soy sauce.

"There is nothing now, but if you can make the winnowing basket, mother will make you something delicious."

Encouraged by Zhao Qiqi, Ersha worked harder. He sped up splitting the bamboo strips, which were the material for weaving winnowing baskets.

Zhao Qiqi stood aside and learned carefully, and even Yunyun could help his brothers to trim the rough edges of the split bamboo strips so as not to hurt their hands.

Dashuan was making a wooden barrel, and the chicken coop was simpler, so it was left to Santu and Sipang.

"Mom, I've made one."

Zhao Qiqi took the dustpan made by Dashuan. It was just the right size to fit inside the pot, but not too small.

She boiled water and put the winnowing basket in to boil.

She remembered that there was a millstone at home: "Dashuan, find the millstone for me first."

"Hey, I'll go right away."

It turned out to be placed in Dashuan and Hu Lan's room. Dashuan was unable to carry it by himself, so he rolled the millstone out.

Scoop a ladle of water from the pot and pour water on it.

"Mom, let me do it."

Hu Lan had work in her eyes, so she finished the job of washing the millstone. She was also looking forward to what her mother would make. The food she had eaten in the past few days had really made her appetite a bit picky.

I don’t know if I can live this well in the future.

After washing, Hu Lan started to put rice and water into the stone mill to turn it. This job looked easy, but it was not easy. Her hands felt sore after pushing it for a while.

The rice used is old rice, and one pound of rice is mixed with one pound of water.

Zhao Qiqi took out the winnowing basket and smeared a layer of oil on it to maintain it.

Hu Lan was mesmerized by Zhao Qiqi's smooth movements. Did her mother often do this? How could she not know?

Zhao Qiqi stirred the rice paste casually. One spoonful was a bit too much, so she used a little less and poured a thin layer on the winnowing basket. If it was too thick, it would not taste good and the texture would be bad.

Pour out the excess rice paste, leaving only a thin layer on the dustpan.

Hu Lan was working with her hands and glanced at Zhao Qiqi out of the corner of her eye. Her mother actually put a whole egg in there.

She hasn't eaten eggs for many years and doesn't know what they taste like.

Needless to say, this must be made by my mother for herself.

She withdrew her gaze imperceptibly and let out a breath softly.

Zhao Qiqi uses a spoon to stir the eggs and then puts them into the pot to steam.

It doesn’t take too long, just two minutes. Open the pot and the steam will hit you, followed by the aroma of rice.

It’s good when the rice noodle rolls become transparent.

But at this time Zhao Qiqi was a little troubled because she didn't prepare any tools to scrape the rice noodle rolls.

Walking over, there are wooden boards used to make barrels at the big bolt.

She picked it up, took the knife from Dashuan's hand, chopped it diagonally, and then ground it to make the surface smoother.

Throw it into the water in the pot and boil it to kill bacteria and disinfect it.

Take it out and rinse it with cold water, then apply a layer of oil on it to avoid getting stuck.

With a gentle scrape on the winnowing basket, the rice noodle rolls are pushed up and become a wrinkled strip. This is Zhao Qiqi's favorite state. Only rice noodle rolls with good taste and uniform thickness can achieve this effect.

Pour a large spoonful of sauce on it. Since I like the slippery feeling, the sauce prepared by Zhao Qiqi is not that salty and has more water, so you can pour more on it.

Zhao Qiqi picked up the chopsticks and broke off a piece. It was delicious and fragrant! It was a success.

The combination of sauce, rice rolls and eggs fills your mouth with a smooth, salty, eggy and rice aroma. Very simple ingredients can create delicious food.