The woman walks with the male farmer in the tall forest. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info a man who has never been to the outside world, and is both curious and timid. Curious, he had never seen such majestic tree trunks and dense grasses in the small villages that had been cleared, and there were many amazing plants. Whatever it was, he could only look out into the distance from the hillside in the village.

But now I can touch them up close and feel them.

The woman's knowledge of grass and trees is very good. Most of the grass leaves, fruits, and even branches. Plants that are common, or don't even know if they are poisonous or not, become delicious and spices that can be used in a woman's clear mouth.

It seems that there is food everywhere here. The man thought so.

Of course, his fears were not without his fears, in the small village outside the forest. He longs for the outside world and wants to wander. But it is a threat. He didn't dare to step out of the fence, even if he followed the woman next to him to go outside, the trembling feeling in his heart still existed, and the wind and grass around him interfered with the existence of his mind.

He was constantly afraid and hesitant to see if he would be attacked by a beast and bury him here. Should I go back at this time? But what about the woman? Is he going to leave her alone and sit in the village waiting to share the sauce that the woman has brought?

When there is a beast attack, will he stand up and block the attack for the woman? Maybe his body with a dark disease can't stop much power at all, right?

By the time the man was struggling, he had been taken by the woman to a stream.

A stream is a stream of water in the mountains. There is also one in the village, but it is a paved gravel road on both sides. And it's surrounded by lush meadows and tall trees. Not far from the stream, the branches and leaves of the ancient trees rooted in the hard soil have extended to the surface of the water, showing the age.

The water is shallow, only to the depth of the ankle. Underneath it was paved with all kinds of gravel that had been rolled down from the mountain, and it had been washed away by the current. There are some fine pieces of water in the water, and the plants in the water are floating in the current.

The water source here is the upper part, and the long stream flows slowly down the mountain. The woman stays upstream. It's not very far from their village. The man did a rough calculation, and they only walked for an hour or two. It's about a kilometer or two away.

The woman did not continue down the stream. She walked through the dirt to the edge of the stream.

Start opening your white feather backpack and picking a wild plant by the creek. The man was not familiar with this plant, and of course he knew that the woman should want this kind of plant, but he uprooted it and threw it into the woman's backpack.

The woman shook her head at his actions and explained to him that the plant only needed to pick the fruit with two young leaves, and that it did not need so much, and that the removal of the root system would destroy its own reproduction and growth.

The male farmer smiled awkwardly, he often does farm work, and when harvesting grain, he needs to re-burn the remaining bellflower in the field, or weave it into straw rope and products. So, he also developed this habit with plants.

He re-collected the little tips and buds on the plant with the woman as requested.

In the process of picking, he learned that the plant in his hand is called "waterseed grass", and the part that is picked is called waterseed fruit, which is the more important ingredient in the sauce. Other materials are available in the village.

Waterseed grass grows on the edge of streams and loves water. The man looked around, and saw that the grass was indeed only within a step of the stream, and that it had not spread and grown in other places.

Men and women spent nearly a morning picking, walking from upstream to near-downstream. At this time, the sun is in the sky. They picked a lot, stuffed the woman's parcel to the brim, and harvested a lot. So, the two of them prepared to go back to the village.

After a period of picking, the man found himself less scared than when he came. He was a little excited, is there a different style in this outside world, as long as he dares to go out?

Men are a little happy to ask women about the outside world.

The woman did not encourage him, but said to him cautiously: The outside world is very wide and wide, and without ten days and half a month of continuous travel, it is difficult to come into contact with the same human civilization as them. And at night, it's too dangerous to keep yourself safe without a caravan!

When the male farmer heard the woman's serious words, he nodded resignedly. He just said this kind of thing on a whim, he really had the confidence to dare to go, it was really unlikely, maybe he walked to the fence, gave up decisively, went back to his home, and then continued to work the same every day.

In order to appease him, the woman smiled kindly at him. She would stay in the village for a long time, telling him a lot of knowledge and information about the outside world.

The male farmer was a little moved, but then he was a little gloomy. Even so, the woman, like the caravans, would stay for a week at most, and then leave the village, never to return.

As if reading her mind, the woman smiled again, and she told the man that she would not leave until she taught them that the sauce could be mixed on their own!

Hearing the woman's words, the male farmer was inexplicably moved.

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The woman had been living in the village for more than a week. Her actions took the people of the village by surprise. After all, no one has been able to stay in the village as long as she did.

Compared to the same people, they have a completely different expression on their faces than women, and they don't like it very much when they live in the rooms that they have deliberately vacated for them. Although not in front of them, deliberately shown. But the villagers can still feel the action and tone of looking down on the living conditions.

For example, I'd rather sleep in a tent than trouble for them to tidy up a room. He would rather eat his own leftover dry food than accept the food kindly handed out by the villagers. Basically, I took a bite and put it in my hand or in my bag. Said kind words that you are not hungry now, and you will eat later.

Even so, the villagers would take out food and vacate their accommodation for every passing visitor. Not the best though. It's really a good kind of item in their usual life. It's just that those coarse grains taste like chewing wax in the eyes of outsiders.

Women are very different from them, they have a low need for food, and they can easily eat it without applying those sauces. Didn't show the slightest discomfort.

The villagers were very impressed by the woman's performance, they had also eaten the food brought by outsiders, and they knew that what they ate on a daily basis was not so good. They are eaten with old rice or steamed buns made from wheat flour that has been dried repeatedly.

If outsiders don't talk about it, I'm afraid they won't understand it and don't know what the situation is outside. For them, how can they eat something fresh every day?

Naturally, the woman's behavior won the favor of the people in the village. In addition, they help them do some farm work on weekdays and collect their clothes. They are even occasionally urged and helped to clean up. It can be described as fine but not leaky.

Of course, while the women helped them with the miscellaneous items in the village, they did not forget that their original purpose was to let them learn the kind of sauce she had invited them to eat when she came.

The woman carefully instructed them, drained the material and dried it, and milled it into powder. According to the appropriate ingredient ratio of baking, or steaming, stir-frying, adding an appropriate amount of water and a series of processes.

Although the process of making the sauce is complicated, the villagers who are usually just doing agricultural work are able to spare a lot of time to make it.

There are no more materials and no less, but they all have to be ground into fine powder one by one. Due to poor tools, the overall time consumption is still a bit long. It wasn't until the first family made it, that is, when the male farmer made it, that it was half a month later.

The sauce made by the male farmer is obviously not as good as the one brought by the woman, but it still improves the quality of the food overall. This success made many villagers praise the man's good craftsmanship and patience. After all, the male peasant lived under the same roof as the woman.

He was the first to make the sauce, and the villagers were not surprised.

In response to the praise of the villagers, the male farmer smiled modestly and shared the sauce he had successfully made, and explained his experience in the production process. And there are also things that are inappropriate. After he finished speaking, the woman also made up for the shortcomings of the male farmer to the surrounding villagers.

For example, although waterseed fruit is the most troublesome to handle, don't be greedy for a moment of convenience and wait for it to dry up before preparing it, but give priority to it. If so, put it aside and do it before you've done everything. Although it seems that the steps are similar, the water in it is very particular.

The women taught them how to make the sauce, and the villagers were happy to let the women help them make the sauce.

Time passed quickly, and more than half a month passed. The villagers in the village have successively made this sauce and started to use it at home. However, except for the villagers, after the first pot was prepared, the rest of the sauce always failed, either it was too thin or it was completely tasteless.

This really makes the villagers very strange, isn't the male farmer the first to mix the sauce, why can't he get it right now? The woman smiled softly and continued to teach the male farmer how to mix in the village. By the way, in the process of farm work and leisure, I will teach some detailed content.

The villagers treated the women well, and no one wanted to let her work in the fields. Although the women were strong, even better than some of the men in the village, no one wanted to have someone who taught them sauces and the outside world to do coolies for them. Therefore, when the women went out to work in the male farmers, they also deliberately repaid them, helping each family in the village to dry the sauce materials, polish the fine powder and other trivial chores.

At first, the villagers were a little shirking to help women like this, but then they slowly accepted it, it seems that women are making some efforts to live here?

Stick to the status quo.

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I don't know where to start, but the women in the village are all in charge of the sauces. The woman mixes the sauce and puts it in front of the man's house, and the villagers will pick it up and use it. A woman's life is gradually getting busy. In the morning, take care of some chores in the village, soothe the children or play with them, and tell stories. In the afternoon, the sauce was made in the house that had been enlarged by the villagers.

In order to keep up with the consumption of sauce, the male farmers only go out to work in the morning, and in the afternoon, they also help the women with the sauce.

Of course, when the villagers exchange it for sauce in the afternoon, they don't take it out of thin air, but they still leave some food behind as a reward for the work of the women and men. Although it is not much, it is enough to compensate for the reduction of the planting area of the male farmers, so that there is no surplus food income.

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Another two months passed. The woman had been in the village for three months.

Perhaps women should not have stayed in this village, so a major incident involving women occurred at this time, and the entire stable status quo in the village was overturned......

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