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It rained again last night, and the amount of water in the clay pot is not bad, so there is no need to go to the mine to draw water. Shen Miao quickly washed her face, poured some water into the clay pot, and boiled brown rice porridge on the fire. When the man awoke, he put in an extra handful of rice, and the amount that had been enough for him for ten days was suddenly tightened.

Shen Miao frowned, the old man was prejudiced against that person, and it was definitely impossible to ask him for food again, he had to find a way to get some food, otherwise both of them would starve to death.

With the current situation of Huangjianao Village, even in the vibrant spring, it is difficult to get food, so Shen Miao had to hit the idea of the wild vegetables on the side of the road first. After Ma Lantou, Shen Miao found some bracken, bracken bracken blanched and sprinkled with salt, it tasted very good, but after all, it was a wild vegetable, and it was not realistic to use it for a long time, so it was best to find some hunger-tolerant, but hunger-resistant foods are just growing in spring.

Shen Miao sat on the side of the road in frustration with a bag of bracken, and pulled up a wormwood with his hand, lamenting: "I eat Qingtuan during the Qingming Festival, but unfortunately there is no mugwort noodles." ”

"What is the Youth League?" The old man's voice suddenly sounded.

Shen Miao was startled, the old man cut his voice, squatted down and asked again: "What is the Youth League." ”

"Qingtuan is made of mugwort boiled noodles and some filling, which is very delicious." Shen Miao swallowed her saliva as she spoke.

"What kind of face is it?" The old man asked.

"It's best to mix glutinous rice flour and flour in proportion, glutinous rice flour alone, or flour alone, but the taste is too sticky and a little rough." Shen Miao replied.

The old man shook his head: "These two things are precious, I don't have them, I only have corn flour, the kind you ate yesterday." ”

Shen Miao blinked when he heard this, the old man seemed to want to eat, and he would provide flour, although it was rough corn flour, but it was better than nothing, just eat it, Shen Miao nodded hurriedly: "It's okay." ”

"I'll get it." The old man stood up as he spoke, walked a few steps and asked, "What kind of stuffing is it?" ”

"It's usually bean paste, hemp core, etc., and sugar alone is fine." Shen Miao said.

The old man was embarrassed: "Sugar is too difficult, ordinary people will not have this thing in their homes." ”

Shen Miao didn't know the current situation of sugar, but her brain turned quickly, and she said with a smile: "Sweet is not good, you can make it into salty, make it into mugwort dumplings, the filling in it is generally pickles, shredded bamboo shoots, dried tofu and egg pieces, if these are not available, Ma Lantou is also fine, it is the same as I gave you yesterday, add more salt." ”

The old man nodded: "Then I'll go get corn flour first, and then help you pick Ma Lan's head." ”

Shen Miao thanked him again and again when he heard it, it was great! Eating a meal of moxa dumplings can save a ration.

The old man soon came to Shen Miao with a cloth bag, there was not much corn flour in the bag, it seemed that it was not enough for a meal, so Shen Miao picked as much wormwood as possible and took the old man back to his house.

When he entered the door, Yang Xingfeng was sitting on the bed board resting, waiting for the meal to start, and when he saw Shen Miao and the old man coming in together, he was a little strange, so he sat up and watched.

Shen Miao dealt with Ma Lantou first, and the old man still remembered the taste of the bowl of Ma Lantou last night, so he sat patiently and watched, and Shen Miao also gave explanations from time to time. When he heard Shen Miao say that he needed to knead Ma Lan's head with blanched water while it was hot, the old man understood how the burns on Shen Miao's hands came about, so he hurriedly said, "I'll pinch them, the injuries on your hands are not healed yet." ”

Yang Xingfeng glanced at the old man's hand, and immediately objected: "Who can eat what your hand pinched out." ”

"If you can't eat it, you won't eat it, and you won't have your share anyway." The old man snorted.

Yang Xingfeng smiled: "How can the things made in my house not have my share?" ”

"Is this your home?" The old man retorted.

"Why isn't this my house?" Yang Xingfeng smiled proudly, the entire Zhuangzi is his, what is a broken house?

"Say so surely, give evidence?" The old man deliberately provoked.

Yang Xingfeng almost blurted out his identity, but fortunately, his sanity was still there, so he decisively asked Shen Miao: "What do you say, do I have a share of this?" ”

Shen Miao sighed, tried her best to take care of the relationship between the two parties, and replied: "Under the same roof, how can the old man have it, you don't, but the corn flour and salt are provided by the old man, he is our food and clothing parents, you can't offend, you can't pick him." ”

Yang Xingfeng snorted unhappily in his heart, his face did not show it, and he only said, "Okay." ”

Shen Miao then looked at the old man with a smile on behalf of Yang Xingfeng: "Don't worry about your old man." ”

The old man snorted again, ignored Yang Xingfeng, and concentrated on asking Shen Miao for advice. The old man's hand strength is much better than Shen Miao's, and the kneaded Ma Lantou dumplings are particularly fragrant, Shen Miao couldn't help but praise: "It's still your old man's power." ”

The old man smiled, and seemed to be very useful.

Seeing this, Shen Miao immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, coaxed with kind words, not only explained the practice of mugwort dumplings one by one, but also personally gave the first dumpling to the old man: "You can taste it." Shen Miao looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man took a bite, the taste was very good, and he immediately sped up, and ate all the dumplings in three clicks and two clicks, Shen Miaofu gave some more to the old man, and said with a smile: "You eat slowly, and there is more." ”

The old man laughed while eating: "The future is terrifying, you should eat it quickly, you haven't eaten any decent food in the past few days." ”

Shen Miao was very moved when he heard this, and hurried to the clip, not wanting that there were no more mugwort dumplings in the pot, he looked around strangely, only to see Yang Xingfeng eat all the remaining dumplings at the speed of one dumpling at a time, and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

"Hey...... Why did you eat it all? Shen Miao said.

Yang Xingfeng smiled and said: "It's so delicious, and I'm so hungry that I finished eating it before I knew it." This is not his real intention, his real intention is to eat as much food as possible and try his best to rejuvenate his body, so he is unceremonious in the face of the mugwort dumplings that can barely be eaten.

Seeing this, the old man did not speak immediately, but looked at Shen Miao quietly.

Shen Miao was angry: "No matter how delicious it is, you can't eat it all, so you can leave one for me, I've been hungry for so long, you're done, I'm starving, who will make it for you next?" ”

Yang Xingfeng sneered and pointed at the old man: "Doesn't he still have it in the bowl?" Ask him for one. ”

"That's the old man's, the corn flour is from him, he is qualified to eat so much, I can't share him." Shen Miao retorted with his words.

Yang Xingfeng thought disdainfully in his heart, really pretending! But his face was embarrassed and said: "Then there is no way, I have eaten it all, can I still spit it out?" ”

Shen Miao glanced at Yang Xingfeng unhappily.

The old man stopped watching, and gave two mugwort dumplings in the bowl to Shen Miao: "Okay, let's eat!" ”

Shen Miao wanted to excuse herself, but the old man said: "I'm old, it's uncomfortable to eat too much, you are still young, eat more." ”

Shen Miao had no choice but to take it, and she was very grateful in her heart.