It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Just now, while working and chatting, Jiang Yan learned a new dish.

She washed the shepherd's purse leaves one by one, poured flour into them and mixed them, then steamed them in a clay pot over a fire.

The flour was ground from a bag of wheat that Aunt Yu Qian gave me after last summer's harvest.

I didn’t want to sift the bran the first two times, so I just ground and milled it over and over again, until both the shells and the powder were made into fine pieces, and it smelled really good just by smelling it.

But good things come in small quantities, so Jiang Yan would watch the quantity and make a thin flour bun to eat with vegetables every half a month to comfort herself.

Now, she no longer has to wait for help from the village. She can farm and find food on her own. She suddenly feels that life has become more hopeful, and she just poured some more flour.

The water in the jar gurgled, and without opening the lid, the fragrance of shepherd's purse emanated and filled the entire kitchen.

After simmering for three or four minutes, Jiang Yan took out the steamed shepherd's purse and placed it on a small square table.

Take out another bowl from the cupboard, scoop out soybean paste, take some hot water from the bottom of the ceramic pot and mix well, and it will be the dipping sauce.

Pick up a piece of shepherd's purse with chopsticks and dip it in the sauce. Take a bite and it's tender and fresh.

Jiang Yan was very satisfied with the meal and even slept very well, sleeping all night long.

The next day, I didn't stay in bed for even a quarter of an hour, which was a rare occurrence. I got up early to prepare the wild vegetables I brought home yesterday.

She wants to take advantage of the abundance of wild vegetables and good weather now to stock up on dried vegetables to eat until next spring.

Wash shepherd's purse, elm money and toon sprouts separately, blanch them in boiling water and then cool them in cold water.

Drain the elm seeds, and roll the shepherd's purse and toon sprouts into a ball and squeeze out the water.

Then spread it out on a bamboo sieve and take it outside to a sunny place to dry.

By the time these tasks were completed, it was already noon.

Jiang Yan picked up the hoe again and went up the mountain with her sisters to dig bamboo shoots.

After one spring, Jiang Yan's family had four or five bags of dried wild vegetables, including shepherd's purse, elm seeds, dried bamboo shoots, as well as various dried mushrooms, dried lichens, dried locust flowers, etc. that they picked up later in the mountains.

The vegetable seeds sown in front of the door have grown and matured, waiting for her to enjoy.

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Time quickly came to mid-June.

The weather is clear and the cicadas are starting to chirp. It's a good day for harvesting wheat.

Everyone in Dongshan Village put on their straw hats, picked up their sickles, and went to the fields to harvest the ripe wheat.

During these three months, Jiang Yan ate well and slept well, and his health improved a lot.

She joined the wheat harvesting team, holding a sickle in her hand, and could cut twenty steps at a time when she bent over. She only felt slightly dizzy when she stood up.

Jiang Yan kept moving his hands and feet while humming the melody of "Unity is Strength" to encourage himself.

It was not until the sun was almost at noon that Jiang Yan could no longer bear it and sat down in the shade of a nearby tree to rest, waiting for everyone to finish work and go home together.

She leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the surging waves of wheat as the breeze blew past, her mind gradually becoming empty...

Suddenly an idea popped into my mind - if I could achieve such a good harvest by farming on my own, I could go back to the modern era.

It seems that the farm work is too hard, and I can't control my random thoughts and want to escape from reality.

Jiang Yan pulled back his scattered thoughts and complained silently in his heart.

When I was lying in bed recuperating, no matter how much I wanted to go back to the modern era, I never found such a fantastic, unrealistic, and not at all scientific, metaphysical, urgent, or rare method.

Are you hallucinating because you are tired?

Jiang Yan quickly became worried that her body was sending her a warning, so she simply closed her eyes and rested.