What about grinding it into powder
"Crush it like you would pound medicine, remove the residue, and then grind it on the millstone."
She has plenty of strength anyway.
You are strong. 444 had to give her a thumbs up.
*
In the peach blossom forest at the back mountain courtyard of Guyin Temple, a white tiger was playing around the trees like a naughty child.
At the edge of the woods, an indigo figure was standing and watching.
It seemed as if it was admiring the beautiful peach blossoms in the yard, but also as if it was not looking at anything. Occasionally, its eyes drifted towards the white tiger with a hint of disgust.
Yuan Wu walked over lightly and reminded: "Master, it's time for dinner."
Feng Han turned his head and looked at him without saying anything. He reached out and plucked a peach blossom from the peach branch, then slowly put it to his nose and smelled it.
Yuan Wu looked at the peach petals flying in the wind and hesitated for two seconds:
"Master, it's getting dark soon. It's windy in the mountains, so let's go inside!"
There was a flickering light in Feng Han's slightly lowered eyes. He plucked the peach blossoms in his hand one by one, and they flew in the wind and finally fell to the ground.
He looked at the lonely but still beautiful petals on the ground, and raised his thin lips slightly: "Oh, you really disdain..."
"Master..."
Yuan Wu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally closed it.
In fact, no matter what the reason is, whether it is because you value it, want to cultivate it, find it interesting, or because...
No matter what the reason is, as long as the master likes you, he will summon you to serve him.
She is just a country girl, and it is a great blessing for her to be valued by her master.
Although the master is... But the master can give her the honor and wealth that she dare not even think about, isn't that enough
"noob."
Feng Han threw away the bare tree fork in his hand and waved to the jubilant white tiger in the forest.
Upon hearing the call, the white tiger came running over like the wind and enthusiastically licked its owner's palm a few times.
Feng Han pushed it away with disdain: "Stupid tiger, I'll starve you to death."
It was of no use, and I couldn't even get the stew back.
"go back."
Feeling a little depressed, Feng Han shook his sleeves and turned to walk towards the front yard.
Behind him, Yuan Wu was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up. The little white tiger had already fluttered ahead.
*
The next morning, before daybreak, the whole family was woken up by the old lady.
Every family in the village was harvesting wheat. Grandpa Su's health had recovered, and the worry that had been weighing on his mind had been resolved. He was in good spirits and prepared to take his family to harvest the wheat.
Su Yaohui and his son, the eldest son, had been dragging their feet, planning to use studying as an excuse not to go, but this time the old man seemed to have thought something through and was determined to let them go to the fields.
The father and son had no choice but to follow him down to the field with sickles in hand.
The old lady wrapped her head with a blue and white cloth and followed him, carrying a teapot and teacups in a basket. The only people left at home were Zhou Lihua, who was in charge of cooking and making tea, and Su Qiao, who still had an injury on his arm.
As soon as they left, Su Qiao went back to the house, changed into a gray and white cloth dress, tied her hair into a bun, picked up a hatchet and went out.
Zhou Lihua was just about to go back to her room to take a nap, but when she saw that she looked like she was about to fight someone, she hurriedly asked, "Girl, what are you doing?"
"Mom, I'll get some meat back. You prepare lunch at home. I'll be back before noon, and then we'll make a big pot of meat."
Su Qiao replied as he walked out.
When Zhou Lihua heard this, her eyes lit up immediately: "Really?"
Today the whole family went to the fields to harvest wheat. If they could really make a big pot of meat, wouldn't she be able to eat her fill
"Don't be so loud. There's water on the stove waiting for me."