Traveling through 1942 with space

After the meal, there was still half a pot of noodle soup left, but Hou Xiaoge didn’t pour it out. After all, it was cooked with spiritual spring water.

I scooped another pound of flour and poured it in to make a thick noodle soup, which I could drink on the way to replenish my energy.

After collecting the noodle soup, Hou Xiaoge was going to make something more extravagant. He was going to stir-fry bacon and sauce.

Hou Xiaoge, who never ate fatty meat in his previous life, no longer hates fatty meat now. He even wants to eat bacon raw. It can be seen to what extent his body is lacking in oil and water.

Since there is plenty of time today, Hou Xiaoge decided to take out most of the bacon and stir-fry it into meat sauce.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired." The bacon was quite hard, and Hou Xiaoge repeated the same action for more than an hour, and finally cut a full pot of diced meat.

Wash, blanch and boil them. The blanching water is oily and the refugees will probably scramble to drink it.

But Hou Xiaoge didn't dare to do that. It would be like dancing on a grave! It was too risky for his family, so he could only pour it out for the animals to drink.

Pour oil into the pot, directly put five or six pounds of rapeseed oil into the pot. If outsiders saw this, they would definitely exclaim that even landlords and rich people are not so extravagant.

“Heat oil in a pan, add onions, ginger and garlic and sauté until fragrant. Stir-fry peppercorns, star anise and dried chilies until the oil turns red.” Hou Xiaoge recited the familiar catchphrases from the video of his previous life, and finally poured a whole bowl of diced meat into the pan.

"Sprinkle some salt on it, and the smell will come up immediately. It's so delicious!" At this moment, Hou Xiaoge felt as if a hand would grow out of his mouth to grab the meat from the pot and eat it.

Forty minutes later, Hou Xiaoge tasted it and found it was cooked, so he scooped it out directly with a spoon.

Although he had just eaten more than a pound of noodles, Hou Xiaoge felt hungry again when he smelled the delicious pork.

But Hou Xiaoge forced himself not to eat. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time. After eating so much noodles today, he would definitely get hungry if he ate some greasy meat.

Carefully scooping out the simmered meat, Hou Xiaoge finally couldn't help but take out the sesame seed cake he bought yesterday from the warehouse, broke it open, wiped off the meat and oil on the bottom of the pot, and ate one with a look of enjoyment.

With this skill, Hou Xiaoge felt that it should be no problem to be a cook in this era when food is not booming, or to open a small stall for his family after arriving in Qin Province.

As for any bigger hotel, don't even think about it. It's been 42 years. It's better to be safe and not harm your family.

"I've never felt that pork is so delicious. It's such a blessing to be full and eat well. The hard planning in the past half month is worth it." Touching his belly and enjoying the food, Hou Xiaoge looked very satisfied.

"You two have been busy for three hours, it's time to take a break.

Don't say that I am a bad master to you. Come, fresh hot pot water, it still smells of oil, drink it quickly." Hou Xiaoge put two swill buckets in front of the two donkeys that had been untied and said generously.

The two donkeys were tired after pulling for three hours straight, so they just drank the greasy slop. It was a bit spicy, and it choked the two donkeys and made them sneeze.

After drinking the water, Hou Xiaoge threw two handfuls of fresh grass to feed the two donkeys, and then tied the two donkeys, which were crying out in excitement and hunger, directly into the pen.

The wheat had been ground and only the sorghum was left. Seeing that it was still early, Hou Xiaoge pulled out two mules, tied them up, and let them continue to grind the mill.

Looking at the obedient mule working hard, Hou Xiaoge couldn't help but admire the wisdom of their ancestors, who bred obedient mules from between delicate horses and stubborn donkeys.

The mule has a disadvantage, which is that it is a hybrid of a donkey and a horse and cannot reproduce offspring on its own. Otherwise, in terms of the application value of the mule, it will definitely replace the position of donkeys or horses in human production tools.

Of course, it is not impossible for a mule to give birth, but it is a once-in-a-century event. Therefore, mules do not have offspring and are destined to work all their lives from birth.

In Hou Xiaoge's previous life, when people in the countryside quarreled with each other, the villagers would curse each other, saying, "You are a degenerate donkey or horse." This is a very euphemistic way of saying it, meaning that you are a family with no descendants.

However, the word "extinct" is taboo. For people of that era who value offspring above all else, most people dare not mention it.

After the mule got used to it and continued to pull the mill, Hou Xiaoge took out some sugar and honey from the warehouse and dissolved them in warm water, then took out seven or eight kilograms of flour and started kneading the dough.

Hou Xiaoge was preparing to steam buns and bake pancakes. Although the unleavened pancakes were still soft after being stored in the warehouse, they were not as good as the leavened ones.

Now that there is no yeast, Hou Xiaoge used the old method he learned during the epidemic in his previous life to ferment the flour, which is to use the probiotics in white sugar and honey.

Although this method is slower, Hou Xiaoge is not in a hurry to eat it and will just take his time.

Knead the dough, put a wooden basin on it, and leave the rest to time!

"You've been busy for a long time. Take a break. I'm only nine years old. Why are you in such a hurry? Take your time."

After finishing the work, Hou Xiaoge washed a large bowl of fruits and vegetables, found a piece of wood to lie on, and watched the mule pulling the mill leisurely.

When eating fruits, Hou Xiaoge doesn't even need to move his hands. He can just use his mental power to throw the fruits into his mouth. Isn't your life too comfortable?

While eating delicious fruits and looking around at his own "kingdom", Hou Xiaoge fell asleep unknowingly.

This sleep was extremely comfortable. After opening his eyes, Hou Xiaoge didn't know how much time had passed. He only saw two mules still tirelessly chasing grass and pulling the mill.

The sorghum rice that could have been ground into coarse grains had now been ground into fine sorghum flour and squeezed onto the edge of the millstone. The millstone was already empty, and the two mules were just pulling the millstone with nothing in it.

"This is life! Think about it, I was able to be a good wife and cook in my previous life, I had a house and a car, it was so good, but I just couldn't find a beautiful wife, and in the end I had no choice but to find a second marriage.

I have a golden finger in this life, and a good foundation for a huge fortune has been laid. This time, I must find a beautiful woman. "

When you are well fed and clothed, you will think about sex. After having eaten and drunk your fill, Hou Xiaoge looked at the pleasant scene in front of him, and suddenly this idea and goal popped into his mind.

I used my spiritual power to probe into the outside world. The sun had already set. It should be three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting late.

Tie the mule back to the pen, add feed and water to all the livestock, and let the feces be directly decomposed and absorbed by the small world.

After cleaning up, I put more than 20 kilograms of sorghum husks in a burlap bag to take out later.

Just as she was about to go out, Hou Xiaoge suddenly remembered that she had promised to bring some delicious food for her brother. After thinking about it, she realized that there was nothing good to bring, so she just picked five cucumbers and went back to give them to the little ones! This is also a good snack in childhood.

When Hou Xiaoge returned to the camp, the area around it was already full of people. It seemed that most of the refugees who had come to buy food had already returned.

"Brother, you're back! Did you bring me anything delicious?" The little guy saw Hou Xiaoge from a distance, ran over and hugged Hou Xiaoge's thighs, and asked in a low voice.

"Let's go and talk about it when we get back." Hou Xiaoge touched the little guy's hair, which had improved a bit, and smiled happily.

Children of this generation mature precociously. I didn't make a fuss and followed Hou Xiaoge obediently, but I kept staring into the backpack, revealing the little guy's thoughts.