When the family was still full of praise for the kudzu snail noodles and had an endless aftertaste, Xia Cao took the opportunity to propose to the family that tomorrow they would mix the kudzu root flour and flour together to make steamed buns and steamed buns for breakfast. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She has been coveting meat buns for a long time, and now there is no meat at home, and vegetarian food is fine, anyway, she is not picky.

Hearing his sister talk about steamed buns, Xia Maihe unconditionally raised his hand in favor and shouted to Su: "My mother will make steamed buns tomorrow, and the steamed buns made by my mother are the best!" Xia Maihe never forgot the steamed buns he ate during the New Year.

Xia Qiaomu looked at the two foodies who would never stop, so he ate vermicelli and thought about steamed buns, he really didn't know the preciousness of firewood, rice, oil and salt. I wonder if I've been too indulgent lately to become so lawless.

Just when Xia Qiaomu was entangled, the cheap father, who had insight into the thoughts of the three of them, showed a fox smile and said: "Okay, let your mother make steamed buns tomorrow, Da Lang, you have worked hard during this time, and you will have a good rest tomorrow morning." How many times does Erlang and Xiaocao don't seem to have enough kudzu powder? Do you want to do more now? ”

"Dad, we'll get it right away!" As soon as the two foodies heard that there were buns tomorrow, they fantasized about being surrounded by buns every day, and they couldn't sit down on their buttocks, so they rushed to the storage room at home.

Xia Qiaomu was still frowning, and looked at his father with a long face and complained, "Dad, why are they messing around." ……”

"Da Lang, I know you want to save some money for your family, these days, since your sister is better, our family has saved a lot of medical expenses, and there are fewer fancy things in the family. Now it's time to make up for it, and you see that a few of you are too weak, so it's better to be strong. is saying that your father can still hunt, and your mother's embroidery is also an addition. You don't have to worry too much, you can also put more oil in cooking on weekdays. Xia Muhan interrupted him and said, secretly saying how could his eldest son worry about trivial things all day long.

Hearing his father's words, Xia Qiaomu's brows furrowed, and then he got up and walked out of the door to help.

"Big brother, let's go to the mountains and forests tomorrow to pick more kudzu! These kudzu roots will also be eaten quickly," Xia Cao said as he looked at the eldest brother, who was speechless and didn't know what to think. Since following her eldest brother to read and write, Xia Cao feels that she is a generation shorter in her subconscious, regards her eldest brother as a teacher, and does not dare to be too presumptuous in front of him.

Xia Qiaomu made a few more turns around his head and said: "Tomorrow we will go to the mountains, although the village does not understand the use of kudzu now, it will not be long before they will find the benefits of kudzu, and it is estimated that many people in the village will pick them." Tomorrow we'll go and pick more. ”

Xia Cao looked at the eldest brother's good expression, and couldn't help asking: "Big brother, why doesn't anyone eat bamboo in the village!" It stands to reason that the bamboo shoots are in the Book of Songs, and the verses of "its mushrooms, bamboo shoots and pu" have long been recorded as edible. The last time she went up the mountain, she also saw a large patch of bamboo in the mountain, and the people in the village did not eat bamboo shoots except for cutting bamboo. Could it be that in ancient times, it was important to protect seedlings, and it was clearly forbidden to eat bamboo.

Xia Qiaomu patiently explained: "The bamboo has no taste, it is a little staggering, and everyone in the village eats it." He sped up the movements in his hands, urged Xia Cao to wash quickly, and instructed Xia Maihe to take the washed kudzu into the kitchen and cut it small.

Xia Cao learned that the people here usually only put a little oil in the stir-fry, and the salt is pitiful, and the taste is too healthy. The bamboo must be taken back without processing, and it will be fried directly, let alone mixed with meat. said that if you don't eat it, you have considered that Tang Taizong, who will eat bamboo every day after a few hundred years, and take this banquet to hundreds of officials, this is not to flaunt that he mistook fish eyes and pearls.

Xia Cao still kept asking: "Big brother, why don't we have pickles at home?" What pickles do people have? ”

Xia Qiaomu has seen through the essence of his sister since tonight, and he is a foodie like his second brother, and he never leaves his food, and he is sad when they use this enthusiasm in books, since the lecture, they have not come to ask him questions, which makes him useless with his enthusiasm. Today, I asked, and it was all some food, and this is not an answer.

He thought for a while but couldn't dampen his sister's enthusiasm and slowly explained: "Sister, our family's vegetables are usually not enough to eat, so they are not pickled. I saw the village aunts pickling some Chinese cabbage and soybean paste for the winter. When they gave it to our house, I thought it was too salty to be tasty. ”

Xia Cao thought about estimating that only salt is used in the pickle seasoning in the village, and there are few green vegetables in winter, so more salt can be used to deliver rice. The process is simple, and there is certainly no complicated procedure in it. Pickling vegetables can be used as a skill to make a fortune in the future, and Xia Cao secretly wrote it down.

"Big brother, after the soybean is ground and pulped, what can be made into it except tofu?" Xia Cao also asked tirelessly.

"What else can be made besides making tofu, I have read in the book that bean sprouts can be made before grinding, but no one in the village can make them." Xia Qiaomu said helplessly, the movements in his hands were faster, and there was a splash, now he just wanted to get rid of his sister's endless nonsensical questions.

As soon as Xia Cao talked about the excess hormone secretion in the body that she ate, her ability to observe words and colors declined, and she chattered like an old lady: "Big brother, have you seen it in "Shennong's Materia Medica", and you will definitely make money by looking for our soybean sprouts to sell." "She has only eaten bean sprouts, and she has never sent them, and she didn't care much about any vegetable market before. I only know that in a dark corner, there is water, wood chips, and I don't know.

"My sister has read Shennong's book?"

Xia Cao heard the voice of the eldest brother and realized that he was carried away, and said suddenly: "Big brother, you didn't have a lot of records of plants in Shennong's Materia Medica last time, I thought maybe the eldest brother saw it from this book." ”

was said by Xia Cao's nature that Xia Qiaomu threw himself down on the way to make money, so he didn't pay attention to Xia Cao, so that Xia Cao could easily get by.

At night, it was dark outside, the people who had been noisy all day were quiet, and the barking of dogs and cats gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of insects chirping to show the loneliness of the whole village at this time.

Xia Cao walked on her sore and numb calves, climbed onto the hard wooden bed and fell asleep. The starry sky outside the window is extraordinarily bright, and the small crescent moon hangs in a bend. Xia Qiaomu also blew out the lamp oil, closed the book, and fell asleep with Xia Maihe in his room, and muttered: "Buns!" Meat buns! Delicious! "The lips and teeth are in perfect harmony with the up and down squirming. As for the father and mother, they also snuggled up to each other and fell asleep.

In such a quiet and sweet night, an earth-shattering event occurred in Chang'an City, the imperial capital thousands of miles away, and the entire Chang'an City was on fire all night, filled with gunpowder smoke, and the sound of the army biting and killing was everywhere. The palace was already full of corpses and bleeding. Ordinary people closed their doors and huddled in their cellars; Hopefully, this terrifying night will end and the dawn will come soon.