On the large campus in Shenmuzhai, in the unoccupied large yard, on the road, wherever the stone slabs can be sun-dried, they are covered with golden millet. From a distance, I can see a golden piece of the entire Shenmuzhai.
Millet is everywhere in Guzi. Liu Mang and his father, Lao Liu, are regarded as the oldest old man in Shenmu Village, but even an old man like him has never seen so much food in Shenmu Village!
The golden slices are connected one by one, and the men in the women’s and children’s family are holding the sun-dried pit against the scorching sun, tirelessly flipping their harvest this year on the sun-dried field.
My eyes were wet with sweat, and there were dangling sweat beads on my nose. The sweat on my neck was able to release water under the big sun, but I had to continue to dry the grains after wiping my face.
There is no way that there is more land in the house, so there will be more millet. Turn from one end to the other. Don't let the millet that has just been turned over, it's time to turn the sun.
But what's the solution! They are happy, they are happy to walk barefoot on the sticky valley here under the scorching sun.
Not only adults are happy, but even children with naked ass are also happy. There is no way that this is the result of being hungry and afraid of chatting.
There is food and everything is enough, this is the most upright portrayal in their hearts at this time, and for this reason they are happy to basking their own grains under the scorching sun.
Of course, there are people who don’t have to be so busy. This is not the only one Wu Zheng. The bachelors in Shenmu Village in Bijian didn’t reclaim much land at the beginning. The least amounted to one mu, and the most was only three acres. Exhausted effort.
But now they all regret it. Looking at the smiles on other people's faces that look like the New Year, they think that the scene of a full barn of rice can only happen in other people's homes. Can they not regret it
But Wu Zheng didn't give them a chance to regret, instead he gave them Rao Guzi to others, and they either followed Liu Mang to patrol the mountain or Chen Sandao went around to inquire about the news.
Now Tuyuhun’s army is close in front of you, and there is also Ye Dongcheng who is staring at him. If he still doesn’t hear things outside the window as before, it’s not a school.
Fight! News is very important. Once the news is blocked, then you are a deaf and blind man, and you will not be slaughtered on the battlefield
What's more, no one has blocked news of Wu Zheng yet! If you don't know the meaning of reconnaissance, then you only deserve to be beaten.
Knowing the endless creaking in the shade of the tree, the sun dazzled the outside of the house, and Wu Zheng in the house was teaching Xianger to make iced plum soup!
Chenpi Sorry and regret these things are in the medicinal materials that the master sent last time. As for how the ice is so hot, how can it be difficult for Wu Zhenglai
Dig a pit on a shady ground, bury a jar with water and put saltpeter, and then fill a special copper kettle with water and put it in. After a while, you will be able to lift a kettle of ice out.
In the beginning, Wu Zheng used this method to freeze wild boar so that he could cut the meat thinner, but now it is just used to make ice in the same way.
In this heat, I can drink a refreshing and delicious cold and sour plum soup, and the heat of the whole body disappears without a trace with the full burp.
"Sang Gong, you still make ice in the summer?" Seinfeld looked at the two or three pieces of ice floating on the red soup surface, looking at Wu Zheng in surprise.
Wu Zheng said disapprovingly: "What's so strange about this. Didn't I just use this method to cook the wild boar last time? By the way, Xianger, don't you drink all the sour plum soup by yourself, and give it to others. I also sent some to the past. By the way, I also sent some to Miss Yin, as well as Lao Liu next door, telling Lao Liu that this drunk plum soup is delicious, but it will relieve the heat, but don’t drink too much. He drinks too much at his age. It's easy to have stomach troubles."
"Knowing my grandfather, I'll have another bowl and go..."
Wu Zheng thought about it and realized that he had forgotten someone, and suddenly he slapped his thigh and said, "Junior Brother Feier Chaihu came with me, right?"
Song Feier opened her big watery eyes and looked at her own fairness questioningly: "What's the matter, fairness, is it possible that you forgot about this?"
"It's strange why I haven't seen Bupleurum?"
Song Feier smiled and said: "He went to Uncle Yun. Chaihu Junior Brother Shengxin is indifferent to the whole village. Only Uncle Yun who studied medicine has a common topic with him, so for the second time, did he move out to live? I remember this. I told you! You forgot so soon?"
forget? Live by yourself... (End of this chapter)