When she woke up in a daze the next day, Bu Yilin found that the scene around her was different, and she was startled, and her whole body bounced off the bed.

When she landed, she remembered that she ran to Dongshan Village alone yesterday.

At this time, she began to worry about the morning again, she had not eaten dinner yesterday, and she was hungry!

When I was in Jiangyang Town, why didn't I think to stop for dinner?

There are no stalls selling breakfast in Dongshan Village, so what do you want to eat in the morning?

Do you want to go to Grandpa Wen's house for breakfast?

The fried fritters made by Grandma Wen are delicious, and only the Wen family is willing to use a lot of oil to fry the fritters.

Grandma Wen planted more than a dozen acres of peanuts next to her, and in addition to eating them herself, she liked to squeeze them into peanut oil.

There are many kinds of oils in the mountains, including peanut oil, sesame oil, rapeseed oil, olive oil, ...... Now with the incoming information from the outside world, the people in the mountains know more about the plants that can be used for oak oil.

In the mountains, some trees do not need to be planted by themselves at all, and they grow in the wild, as long as you go to the mountains and pick enough amounts.

Bu Yilin felt that the mountains were very wealthy, but it was a bit difficult to exchange these properties for money, and it was not easy to trade with foreign countries, so they often let the mountain merchants buy them at a low price.

"Writing a novel, I wonder if I can promote some mountain products? Just like a live broadcast, I guess it's going to be a little difficult, right?"

The novels that Bu Yilin now sees on the Internet all have foreign hexagrams, and without external hexagrams, you can't easily surpass others, you can't be happy, and you won't be popular.

Suddenly, Bu Yilin came to her senses and knocked on her head, doesn't she have a hexagram?

Isn't her hexagram able to process agricultural products and make them more delicious?

Although Grandpa Wen Zhe often said with a smile that he burned the coffins of the dead, the place where he lived was particularly remote, because there was particularly good soil next to the place where he lived that could be used to burn pottery.

Therefore, although pottery can be marketed everywhere, Wen Zhe has never moved to the big city.

Although the average person is no longer very practical to use pottery as a large vat at home, when the government is vigorously promoting cremation rather than burial, the pottery he fired has become an important tool for storing ashes.

The pottery burned by the old man is particularly simple and generous, and it is very artistic.

None of the pottery made by the soil method is exactly the same, there are always some differences, although Wen Zhe says that what he does is repetitive movements, but people outside say that this is an art.

In fact, the large vats used in Dongshan Village are also the products of Wen Zhe, as long as it is pottery, whether it is a cup or a pottery pot, as long as you go to help with it, you can get one back.

The old people in the mountains help each other to live like this.

The old people don't want to get rich, anyway, their children are outside the mountains, and the money they earn is enough, and the labor is to meet the needs of daily life.

What they try to do is to keep their bodies healthy and not to worry about their children.

Bu Yilin was embarrassed to lie on the bed, since she woke up, she got up, she knew that Cui Haoran and the old people got up very early, and when it was dawn in the early morning, several old people had already walked half the mountain.

Cui Haoran, the village head, said that he wanted to discuss, but he didn't leave Bu Yilin behind, but they were a few old people, ready to discuss at Grandma Cui's house.

Almost all the people in the whole village stayed at Grandma Cui's house for the night.

Bu Yilin hasn't been able to know all of them yet, because some elderly people don't have children at home, and they don't like to go out, so they won't come into contact easily, but they have heard Grandma Cui or the village chief mention it.

I packed up the stalls early in the morning, packed my luggage, and then opened the door and walked to the living room.

Excellence is not a countryman, but an urbanite, so Bu Yilin thought he was still sleeping, but when she walked to the living room, Excellence was already plucking beans in the living room, and the long beans had been pulled into sections by Excellence.

Excellence in the early morning, what is this trying to do?

"Are you up? I saw that the beans were ripe, so I pulled some and came over to make breakfast, you can try my cooking skills later, and I will fry the beans for you to eat." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Bu Yilin to speak, he hurried into the kitchen, as if he was afraid that Bu Yilin would stop him.

At this time, Bu Yilin's mind suddenly appeared what Cui Yongqing said yesterday:

"The teacher's bento is not delicious......"

"I'll help...... Bu Yilin fought for her right to eat a normal meal.

"No, no, you're a guest. ”

Seeing that Zhuo Zhuo had closed the sliding door of the kitchen, Bu Yilin was embarrassed to squeeze in.

The idea of going to Wen's house was dispelled.

Sitting in the living room, I had to take out the tablet and start thinking about a new plan for my future life.

There is also a draft for the novel.

When she came to teach before, Bu Yilin had already written some outlines and character designs one after another, but she kept revising and revising them, and she didn't start writing.

Her parents are still young, and they don't need to rely on her for the time being, and they still have a pension to get.

It's time to work hard for yourself while you're young.

Thinking of this, she settled down and began to think about the outline of the novel.

Pick up your tablet and start jotting down your ideas on it.

Nowadays, the error rate of voice typing is very low, although it is not suitable for conceiving an article, and it is not a big problem to use it to write an outline.

Speech plus modification can also reach more than 70 words per minute.

Typing purely by voice, she has tested about 140 words per minute, often stuttering, and the error rate is very high.

Speak a sentence and then revise it, the sentence can be relatively fluent, at least you can understand it.

It is also used to record the new ideas generated by the novel, and this speed is also sufficient.

If you simply use the way of recording, if you want to watch it, you have to listen to it one by one, otherwise you have to change the name when recording, which is a waste of time.

What's more, when the novel was conceived, it was all fragment by fragment at the beginning.

When Bu Yilin plunged into the world of her novels, a scent came to her nose.

Bu Yilin couldn't help but raise her head to look at Zhuo Zhuo who came out, as well as the plate in Zhuo Zhuo's hand, and carefully observed the appearance of the bean cakes on the plate, which was golden and crispy, and it looked fine.

"What are you busy with? I saw you so intently looking at the lithograph, and your mouth was still saying inexplicable words.

The bean cake is dipped in tomato sauce and eats, it is particularly delicious and greasy. ”

Wait for the excellence to put the plate with the croissant and the tomato sauce on the table.

Bu Yilin picked up the bean cake and dipped it in the tomato sauce next to it, and ate it in one bite.

After chewing a few mouthfuls in her mouth, Bu Yilin's brows furrowed, and she looked at Excellence from a puzzled look, wondering if Excellence couldn't taste the taste of the food she cooked.

How did people who can't cook survive in Dongshan Village to this day?

Then Bu Yilin noticed that Excellence didn't seem to have eaten a bite.