The bamboo shoots cover the back basket containing the kudzu, which perfectly conceals the kudzu, and from the outside, it looks full of bamboo shoots, hoping to hide the secret of the kudzu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yo, Arbor! What's behind your back? It feels pretty heavy. Zhao Huyan, who went to the town last time, grabbed the three brothers and sisters and asked, her eyes desperately looking into the back basket, as if she wanted to grab Xia Qiaomu's pigtails.

Most of the villagers in Taohua Village are just enough to eat and wear, and the grain they grow has to be handed in, and when the wind and rain are good, there is a slight surplus, but when the weather is not beautiful, they also have to tighten their belts and stay up until the next year. However, in Peach Blossom Village, in recent years, God has been quite favorable, the imperial court taxes are not heavy, and the villagers live a good life, and occasionally go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables.

"Auntie, it's nothing, it's just some bamboo shoots." Xia Qiaomu took two steps back, avoiding the clutches of Aunt Chunxiang. Xia Maihe next to him did the same, walking on his calves to avoid Zhao Huyan's aunt, he didn't like Zhao Huyan's temperament in his heart.

Zhao Huyan relied on the advantage of the height of adults, turned around and grabbed the back basket and saw that it was a bamboo shoot, her face was so long, and she said with disgust: "Isn't it just some rags, the old lady is not rare, and she needs to hide it like this." "Bamboo shoots are not a rare commodity, and the taste is not good, if it is not for the lack of vegetables at home, no one digs them on weekdays.

Xia Qiaomu knew that this lady found nothing good, so she didn't bother to take care of him, stood firm, and said quietly: "Auntie, am I not afraid of sticking you with bamboo shoots?" "The outer skin of bamboo shoots is hairy, and the skin will itch when touched, and Xia Qiaomu's words make people can't find fault.

Zhao Huyan couldn't find any loopholes, so she left with a haha.

"Big brother, I don't like the way that woman stares at us, it's too naked, I heard that she used to take a lot of good things from our house, what a bloodsucker." Xia Maihe watched Zhao Huyan walk away and said angrily.

"Alright, don't learn from the long-tongued woman in the village, let's go home quickly." Although Xia Qiaomu didn't like Zhao Huyan, he didn't want his younger brother to learn from the women in the village to talk about other people's villains behind their backs, which was not done by the eldest husband.

He knew that when his father and mother first moved to Taoli Village, they still had some valuable things in their hands. At that time, Zhao Huyan often came to the house, saying that he had never seen it borrowed it, and he never returned it later, so he simply regarded their family as a wronged man. The mother's face was thin, and she didn't pay much attention to those things, and she didn't get them back; Daddy was also embarrassed to meddle in women's affairs. Later, Aunt Li couldn't look at it, so she blocked Zhao Huyan's house and took it back, making everyone in the village know about it. Since then, Zhao Huyan has had a troubled relationship with their family, and wants to find trouble with their family everywhere.

Xia Cao slurped and drank the snail soup, a bowl to the bottom, and stroked the bulging belly with satisfaction. Hey, compared to the slightly sour steamed buns, the noodles are still delicious.

After eating and drinking, Natsucao began to think about her plan to make money from food. People are light-hearted, and it is really uncomfortable not to have the right to shoot cases, and mountains of gold and silver are out of reach.

In the yard, the brother and sister peeled the shell of the bamboo shoots layer by layer, and Xia Cao was extremely nostalgic for the gloves before, hey, the ancient materials were too scarce, and there was nothing.

As for Xia Qiaomu's laziness to participate in such a thankless thing, he didn't help. Give them two foodies a lesson, don't eat everything you see.

"Sister, let's go to the village chief's house to grind the kudzu powder later." Xia Maihe was bored fiddling with bamboo shoots, he couldn't understand what was so good about bamboo, so troublesome. This kung fu can be used to grind kudzu well. Kudzu vermicelli and buns are much cuter than ugly bamboo shoots.

"Second brother, the village chief's family is estimated to be taking a nap at this time, let's wait and then go over. Second brother, this bamboo shoot doesn't taste good when fried directly, we estimate that it tastes delicious when we dry it or drown it in sour. Xia Cao said with an old-fashioned look.

Xia Maihe was still puzzled and asked, "Sister, can this drowning acid be delicious, can it be eaten if the village has not made it?"

Xia Cao finally understood the feelings of the eldest brother in the face of her reluctance, one thing to one thing, in order to get the support of the second brother of the strong coffee and establish allies on the road of food, she still slowly explained: "The second brother has no one in the village of Gegen, we haven't eaten it yet." This bamboo shoot is the same thing, you don't believe me, you should also believe in our mother's cooking skills, can those people in the village compare with my mother? What doesn't taste good in my mother's hands? ”

Xia Cao did not hesitate to take out the gold signboard of his mother, in the eyes of the Xia family, Su's cooking skills were comparable to the god of cooking, and he threw dozens of streets of the women in the village, and sure enough, Xia Maihe nodded in agreement.

"Second brother, sometimes you are quite similar to bamboo shoots." chatting casually, Xia Cao accidentally said what was in her heart.

Xia Maihe was excited when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Sister, am I as fast and sturdy as bamboo shoots?" ”

He counted his advantages stinkily, and gave Xia Cao a comforting look and said, "Sister, you eat more, and you will grow taller soon." ”

Xia Cao didn't expect that this second brother was still stepping on his own pain points, what she wanted to express was that the bamboo shoots in the mountains were hollow, and you didn't have any ink in your stomach, so you were a second goods. Hey, chickens and ducks are talking about it, she and her second brother are not on the same level.

After noon, Xia Qiaomu took his younger brothers and sisters to the village chief's house again, but his face was slightly red. As a perfect diplomat, he felt that he had recently been assimilated by two foodies in his family, and he actually forgot to return the barrel to the village chief's family. This was the first failure of his life.

The bamboo shoots at home are left for their mothers to pass the time, and they can cut the bamboo shoots into uniform size, and the summer grass with similar thickness only believes that their mothers have the time and technology. Xia Cao avoided the eldest brother and quietly told her mother that she would remember to put more salt when pickling. This kind of thing should be done while the eldest brother is not present, hehe. She really wanted to watch her eldest brother find that the salt shaker at home was less than half, and he was anxious to jump to his feet, who asked him not to help, Xia Cao thought unkindly.

The road from home to the village chief's house is like this, but this time Xia Qiaomu walked slowly, thinking of countless plans to save his face. What should come will always come, and the familiar house appears in front of you.

Xia Qiaomu knocked on the door and asked, "Is the village chief's grandfather at home?" Anybody home? ”

In response to his matter, the empty room, Xia Qiaomu raised his voice: "Is anyone home?" ”

When they thought that no one was home and were about to go home, a child's voice came from the house: "Who? ”

Immediately after that, a drooping child came out, dressed in a brand new light blue dress, about seven or eight years old, with a chubby little face, and his eyes were a little hazy, as if he had just woken up. This is none other than Li Mingxuan, the youngest grandson of the village chief.

The little chubby face struggled to open his eyes and saw the person who came and asked, "Brother Qiao Mu, what are you doing at my house?" ”

"Brother Mingxuan, where are all the adults in your family? We would like to borrow your millstone to grind something. Xia Qiaomu looked at Li Mingxuan and asked.