Dressed as a farmer's little blessing, the road to escape the deserted

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the wind and snow come one after another. It seems that it is Laba in the blink of an eye.

Before the sky brightened, Tao Hongying brought Shui Ling and Shui Yun, as well as Qiong's sister-in-law and Dong Mei who came to help, and heated up two large pots on the stove.

Then, the eight kinds of miscellaneous grains and beans picked yesterday were washed, filled with water, and boiled.

When the sky is bright, the Laba porridge in the pot is also sticky and sweet.

This is true for every household in Xincun and Ercun.

It's rare for the naughty boys not to be lazy, get up on their own initiative, hold the bowl sleepily, and wait for the Laba porridge.

In fact, life is easier these days, a bowl of multigrain porridge with added sugar is not a rare thing.

But what season and what to eat, it has a good taste with a three-point bonus!

The cold wind is howling outside, and the snow particles are flying. The whole family gathers together to drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge.

This Laba porridge is no longer porridge, it is peace, reunion, and abundance.

What the whole family enjoys is peace of mind and peace of mind.

Jiayin also drank two big bowls of spicy cabbage, salty cucumber, and shredded red mustard greens pickled by her mother, and finally took her round belly and wandered around the floor to digest food.

Li Laoer originally wanted to rest at home for a day, but Zheng Feng got up early and came back, and after a few words, he went to the city.

He didn't ask for help, and when he heard about the location of Yaochi and the tight security, he planned to ask Lord Hou to borrow a few people.

But Lord Hou was in the barracks, and it would take half a day to ride a horse every time he came back, so I'm afraid he missed the opportunity.

Fortunately, in the hands of the people sent by Zhengjiazhuang, Zheng Liu and Zheng Qi went to Quanzhou with Jiaren and the others, but Zheng Sanjiang and Jiahuan's servant Zheng Er are both in the city, so they can temporarily help.

So, at three poles in the sun, Zheng Sanjiang and Zheng Er pretended to be a father and son, carrying a load of pears, and set off...

In the Li family's yard, Mrs. Wen and Wen Juan were sewing together and talking with Mrs. Li.

The time difference between Mrs. Wen and Wenjuan's conception is less than a month, and now they are both five or six months old, and they are already very big.

In this kind of weather, they dare not walk around outside, so they just run around the two courtyards on weekdays, which is considered an activity.

Mrs. Li filled a large pot of sticky rice, and planned to pick it up and make it into sticky noodles, then steamed bean buns and deep-fried oil cakes.

This is a custom in the Northland. Even if we move to Xindu, the family still likes it.

Because when I was in the north, life was too poor.

In the best year at home, I only steamed a hundred bean buns and fried twenty oil cakes.

That is the sweetest and happiest taste in the memory of the whole family.

Now that the family is full of white rice, buying a hundred catties of sticky rice is just a matter of one word, so the old lady plans to make more, and give some to relatives and friends, so that they can eat fresh.

Mrs. Wen and Wen Juan looked interesting, but they were also greedy after hearing it. They both threw away their needles and thread, and they were busy together, talking and laughing, but it was also lively.

Mrs. Li said: "Here, sticky rice is not called sticky rice, but glutinous rice. It is not a precious thing. But in our hometown, it is twice as expensive as ordinary white rice.

"That year, my second child was working as a bookkeeper in the city, and the master rewarded me with a few catties. I was so heartless that I steamed bean buns and deep-fried oil cakes.

"Jia Xi and Jia An are only four years old, after eating oil cakes, they lick their fingers one by one.

"At that time, I thought, when the days are better, I must fry hundreds of oil cakes, so that the children can eat enough.

"In the end, today it's time to fry a big pan of oil cakes, and the children have all flown out of the nest again, and they won't be able to get back easily!"

Mrs. Wen guessed that Mrs. Li was missing her grandson, so she quickly persuaded her: "If this sticky face can be put down, it's better to freeze two balls.

"During the Chinese New Year, the children can always come back together, and when the time comes, it will be fried and eaten right away, and it will be delicious!"

"Yes, grandma." Wen Juan also said: "Brother Huan is also in the city, getting busier and busier, and hasn't come back for four or five days. Keep some more, and eat some oil cakes when he comes back."

Mrs. Li couldn't help laughing, and said angrily: "Don't worry, I can't leave your child's father behind. Jiahuan likes sticky food the most, but he is sensible and refuses to talk too much.

"The sticky cakes sold in Luo'an town before, his younger brothers didn't remember how many times they ate it. It's because Fu Niu'er never forgot to bring a box for Jiahuan every time she came back from the town."

Wenjuan blushed, as a daughter-in-law, she actually didn't know this.

It's no wonder that my husband is always so kind to my sister-in-law, and my sister-in-law is really much more sensible and careful than other children.

Tao Hongying came in from the outside, pulled a thick cotton cape casually, and said while putting it on, "Mother, I'm going to Ercun for a walk, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, let's see if there are any difficulties in the workshop and each family."

"Go, take Fu Niuer." Mrs. Li assigned a task to her daughter-in-law, "This girl didn't eat less in the morning, so be careful if she grows meat again, she will be fatter than a New Year pig by then!"

Everyone laughed.

Jiayin was also smiling, not angry at all, and ran to put her arms around grandma's neck coquettishly for a while, then wrapped her cloak in the same way, and went out with her mother.

It is cold in winter, and without the help of the sun and autumn wind, the handmade noodles are not easy to dry, so they can only be dried in a greenhouse.

It would definitely be a little more troublesome, but fortunately, there were enough manpower, and production was not delayed.

And because of the New Year's ceremony, the sales of handmade dried noodles have also ushered in a small peak.

Little Cui'er was busy all day long without touching the ground. During the day, she had to take care of the workshop, deal with major and minor matters in the village, and at night, she had to learn how to write and calculate with Madam Hui.

She really wished that one person could grow eight hands, so that one hour could be broken into three for use.

Right now, she is sorting out the account books.

Although there is still not much literacy, it is a bit difficult to write and count.

But she is smart and can use some symbols to replace it, and she can record it decently and without any confusion.

Seeing Tao Hongying and Jiayin approaching, she hurried forward to salute.

The Li family has always helped this noodle workshop, but never participated.

For example, Professor Tao Hongying made handmade dried noodles and stewed meat sauce. All the materials used in the workshop were made under her guidance, and she even helped smooth out the assembly line work.

But she didn't say a word about the cost and profit of the whole workshop from buying raw materials such as flour and vegetable oil to selling them, and how to distribute them.

The wounded soldiers, veterans, and Lord Hou's personal soldiers in Ercun are undoubtedly brave and loyal.

But many people have family members, and money is involved, so the Li family has to avoid suspicion.

To the end of the precaution, they worked hard and were suspected of pocketing their own money...

After the workshop was on the right track, the oldest veteran was selected for each process of the workshop, a total of five people, and a management team was established, plus Xiaocui as the shopkeeper and accountant.

Together, these six people manage the workshop well.

And most of the people in the second village work in the workshop. If you manage the workshop well, you will also manage the village well.