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

As he was talking, his saliva actually started to flow out. He quickly closed his mouth and covered it with his hands. It must be because he had just spoken too loudly, causing the saliva to splash out!

However, this pancake is really delicious. Mom’s cooking skills are getting better and better, and he loves her more and more.

"Woof! Woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

Little Black Fatty: No eating, woof woof!

Gu Yanyi held his forehead in silence, trying to shake off the little black fat man who was biting his trouser leg. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time without any result.

Gu Yanyi wanted to cry but had no tears: "Little...Little Black Fatty, please let me go. I won't eat it, okay? I'll share some with you when I eat later."

The little black fat man seemed to really understand what Gu Yanyi said and slowly loosened his trouser legs.

He was so scared. This thing opened its mouth and tried to bite him from time to time. He was really afraid of getting bitten by accident.

Zhao Qiqi fried the remaining pancakes and poured water into them. The boiling water would take away a lot of oil stains and smells. She scooped out the dirty water and poured in another basin of water. She scrubbed the pot with a loofah and it was almost clean.

Filter the soy milk with gauze, put it into a pot and boil it over low heat. Don’t use too high a heat, otherwise it will easily burn.

A pure bean fragrance wafts out, and the soy milk has boiled and can be scooped out with a spoon.

"Come over and have breakfast. Scoop your own." Zhao Qiqi called everyone to come over for breakfast. The boiling hot soy milk, paired with crispy pancakes, was very comfortable.

"Just scoop as much as you want to drink. Don't waste it." Old Mrs. Gu looked at the large group of children and felt somewhat grateful to Zhao Qiqi. She was afraid that the white rice they gave would not be enough.

"Yeah, it's so sweet."

Is it too sweet? It’s a little hot. Zhao Qiqi doesn’t dare to drink it yet, because she tasted the sugar she added to the porridge last time, so she put less sugar this time.

"It's really sweet." Bai smiled gently, watching the children drinking happily.

"What a waste." Xiang lowered his head and complained. They actually put so much sugar in it. Sugar is very precious.

"I think it's okay." Gu Yanyi ate the pancake bite by bite, accompanied by a sip of soy milk. It was delicious, so delicious.

These days, they have been eating sugar more often, so they don't think it's too sweet like Dazhu and Erzhu.

After breakfast, Zhao Qiqi took Gu Yantang, Gu Yanyi and Gu Zhaoyun to the pepper field in the backyard to weed.

The day is getting hotter and hotter, and I don’t know why. Normally, the temperature should be dropping by now.

But fortunately, there is the spiritual spring water as a guarantee, and these peppers have enough water. However, the water in the small ditch further back is less, and those places have to be watered manually.

With the water from the spiritual spring, the peppers grew very fast, and so did the surrounding weeds. They were ankle-high in just a few days.

Zhao Qiqi was wiping his sweat while mowing the grass, and he was working hard with his back hunched.

Finally, the cutting was almost done. Zhao Qiqi straightened up and twisted her head. She could hear the sound of bones creaking. It was only a few days, but her hands were already calloused and rough. It would have been better if she had hand cream.

She carried the tools back, and although she was very tired, she was still moving fast. Just kidding, with such a strong sun, she felt that she was getting darker and darker...

When Zhao Qiqi returned and saw that Gu Yansui had already built a table, she was very pleased. Her eldest son was indeed very reliable, a man of few words, and a practical man.

Rub off the prickly parts and the table is ready.

Zhao Qiqi excitedly took out the pen, paper and ink he had bought for Gu Yanyan before. He first moistened the brush, trimmed the tip, and immersed the entire brush in the ink. After the entire brush tip was covered with ink, Zhao Qiqi held his breath and began to write.

Gu Zhaoyun, who was watching from the side, was getting nervous. Why did my mother suddenly want to write? She looked like she could do it.

Zhao Qiqi looked at his own rough, brush-written words without any strokes, and muttered to himself: I am speechless.

As expected of her, even her handwriting with a fountain pen is not good in modern times, and this ugly writing is what she deserves.

Zhao Qiqi scratched it a few times and felt it was meaningless, mainly because it had no aesthetic appeal at all. Seeing Gu Zhaoyun staring at this place, Zhao Qiqi gave her the pen.

"If Xiaowu wants to practice, mom will let you practice."

Gu Zhaoyun nodded, took the calligraphy brush, and wrote a word imitating Zhao Qiqi's handwriting.

Zhao Qiqi: .....

"Yunyun, my handwriting is not very good, so don't copy what I wrote. When your third brother comes back, let him teach you or copy from a book."

Gu Zhaoyun nodded. Okay, she thought what her mother wrote was quite nice.

Gu Yansui suddenly remembered something, rummaged around the stove, and took out a pigeon.

"Mom, Xiaowu, look at what this is?"

Xiao Wu ran over happily. The pigeon was still alive, but its wings were injured and it couldn't fly. Its feet were tied up with straw by Gu Yansui.

"Brother, where did this come from?"

Gu Yansui smiled naively: "I'm lucky today. I saw this bird when I went up the mountain to cut wood. Its wings were broken and it couldn't fly. I caught it motionless."

Pigeon: How can I move if you hold me?

"Brother, let me hold it for a while." Xiao Wu took it from Gu Yansui's hand with some anticipation and touched its head.

The little black fat boy ran over happily and called out to Gu Zhaoyun twice.

The pigeon was so frightened that its wings almost returned to their original positions.

Xiaowu couldn't catch the pigeon that escaped and it fell to the ground.

The fat black boy rushed over successfully and was about to bite the pigeon, but Zhao Qiqi rudely hit him on the butt with a small wooden stick.

"Go away now, I'll eat you if you eat everything."

Zhao Qiqi's fierce voice made the fat little black boy freeze. He moved his butt aggrievedly and walked dejectedly in the opposite direction of the pigeon.

"Yan Sui, please clean up this pigeon first and use it to make soup for your wife to supplement her nutrition." Originally, Zhao Qiqi wanted to give Hu Lan fish soup, but the water was cut off at this time and there was no fish, so he gave up.

Now that there happened to be a pigeon delivered to the door, I made soup for Hu Lan.

Gu Zhaoyun handed over the pigeon reluctantly.

The sun has been very strong these days, so the rice will be ready for husking after a few days of drying.

Put the threshed rice into the stone mortar, and step on the end of the wooden bar with stones, just like beating rice cakes, to remove the bran on the surface of the rice little by little. After stepping on it for a while, scoop out the grains and fan them with a fan to remove the bran.

Of course, this layer of bran does not have to be thrown away. It can be poured into the feeding trough for the chickens to eat.

Zhao Qiqi felt a little tired after stepping on it a few times, so Gu Yanyi took over.

This threshing method is indeed old-fashioned and not very labor-saving, as only a few rice grains can be stepped on at a time.