After returning from the set, Duan Wu left the tricycle in the south courtyard, and went back with a stack of homework books and a few plastic bags.

This tricycle is not from the small courtyard, nor is it from the southern courtyard, it belongs to the Duan Wu family. The Southern Courtyard borrowed it more frequently, and Duan Wu simply left the tricycle to them.

When Duan Wen and Xiangqin came back, Duan Yongyuan had just gotten up not long ago.

When he was washing his face, he accidentally saw a red and swollen piece on Parsley's face that was bigger than a mosquito bite, and he wondered a little, this is winter, where are there mosquitoes......

"Parsley, what's wrong with your face?" Duan Yongyuan became concerned.

Parsley reflexively touched her cheek, "It's okay, I was hit by a naughty kid with a toy gun." ”

"What a doll!" Duan Yongyuan sighed indignantly.

Duan Wen took the pieces of flower cloth out of the tricycle and informed Xiangqin, "Xiangqin, I'll go back to the small courtyard first, and then come back after a while." ”

"Hey!" Parsley answered.

She went to the well and pressed a bucket of water, threw the dishes and chopsticks she bought into the bucket and cleaned them one by one.

The pair of rhubarb bowls that Parsley likes are just used to hold the two spices of chili juice and toon juice.

She looked at the small spoon that the kind old man had given them in the previous collection, and felt a little pity.

Parsley originally wanted to have a spoon to hold the spices, and this spoon should not be too big or too small. But the spoon in her hand was no different from the spoon she usually used to dig up rice and eat, this spoon was not only short, but also too small, and once she threw it into the spice bowl, it sank and could not be found.

Xiangqin squatted by the well to wash things, and was stunned -

Duan Yongyuan saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, and he didn't know what she was thinking about alone, so he curiously leaned over and took a look.

"Parsley, what's going on?" Seeing Xiangqin holding a spoon in one hand and a chopstick in the other, Duan Yongyuan was a little confused.

Parsley glanced up at him, and then said, "This spoon is too short, and if you put it in a bowl to hold the spices, it will sink all at once, you see—"

As he spoke, Xiangqin demonstrated it to Duan Yongyuan. She threw the spoon into the rhubarb bowl, and the spoon stood on the edge of the bowl, and the handle of the spoon could not reach the edge of the bowl, and soon the spoon slipped and fell to the bottom of the bowl.

Duan Yongyuan suddenly realized "Oh", "Use a spoon to hold spices, this spoon is indeed too small." ”

"So I thought—" Parsley took the spoon out of the bowl and gestured to the chopsticks in her other hand, "tie the spoon to the chopsticks......"

"Give it to me, I'll get it."

Duan Yongyuan asked for a spoon and chopsticks, and brought a ball of white thread from the hall. This kind of white thread suitable for sewing quilts is thicker, but thinner than wool, and it is still very strong and not easy to break.

The spoon is made of plastic, and the handle is relatively flat, about the width of a thumb. Duan Yongyuan gestured a chopstick to the handle of the spoon, and found that the chopsticks were too thin, even if they were tied to the spoon, it would probably not take long for them to fall off.

He simply used a pair of chopsticks, which were almost as wide as the handle of a spoon when they were brought together.

Duan Yongyuan tied one end of the chopsticks to the spoon handle, and this kind of handicraft work was not difficult for him.

In order to tie it strongly, he wrapped several more circles of white thread at the junction of the chopsticks and the spoon and the other end of the chopsticks.

The things you need to prepare are almost complete.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Parsley washed almost ten catties of soybeans.

To grind soybeans into soy milk, you need to use a stone mill.

Yesterday, the stone mill was used to grind the pepper noodles, and at this time there were still some peppers left on the stone mill, so the parsley cleaned the stone mill again.

Later, you will have to use the kitchen to cook soy milk to make tofu, and there is a big pot on the stove in the south courtyard, and by noon, it is estimated that Xue Danfeng and Duan Yongyuan will not be able to cook.

Parsley poured the last bit of water in the bucket onto the stone mill, then put down the empty bucket, went to the door of the hall, and said to Duan Yongyuan, who was busy pouring the seasoning into the rhubarb bowl in the room:

"Brother Yongzi, let the small courtyard prepare lunch and send it to you."

"Why?" It's not that Duan Yongyuan is unwilling to eat a pot of rice with the small courtyard, it's just that considering that there is not much firewood, rice, oil and salt in the small courtyard, it is not easy to feed four people, and two more pairs of dishes and chopsticks have to be added, doesn't this make the small courtyard even worse?

"After a while, the pot in your yard will be occupied, and you probably won't be able to cook at noon." Parsley is a little anxious, if she doesn't finish making things in the morning, she probably won't be able to open in the afternoon. "Then I'll go back and tell my grandma first."

After saying that, Parsley trotted all the way to the small courtyard.

When she arrived, Dou was not there, so she probably went out to play cards.

Duan Qiuping sat on the bed and watched Duan Wen talking to a young woman holding a doll.

Although the woman was wearing a brightly colored dress, it did not look fancy, and it was more appropriate to describe it as "exquisite". The doll in her arms is not very old, it is estimated that she is not even half a year old, and she is babbling with her little hands and she doesn't know what she is talking about.

"Bao'er, look at your sister back!" As soon as the woman saw Parsley, she grabbed Xiao Bao'er's hand and waved it gently, so she greeted her playfully.

Parsley was a little difficult to adapt to the other party's familiarity, and to be honest, she didn't know this woman at all.

Duan Wen saw Xiangqin's stunned door, and quickly made an introduction, "Xiangqin, this is your beloved concubine." ”

Xiangqin suddenly shouted, "Concubine! ”

Although she has never seen Aizhi, there is a good saying, "It's rare to see a hundred things". The garlic tree used to pound toon leaves in the south courtyard was borrowed from Aizhi's family.

If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace, and Ai Zhi will come to the small courtyard to discuss things with Duan Wen. Parsley came back late, I don't know yet.

Duan Wen thought for a while, and felt that this matter had to be at least mentioned to Xiangqin, so he roughly explained Aizhi's intention, "Xiangqin, you Aizhi heard that we want to make tofu, and you want us to leave the bean dregs to her, and she will take it back so that she can feed the pigs." ”

Parsley was a little stunned, and muttered uncontrollably, "I want to make something else out of bean dregs."

Duan Wen's face became a little ugly, and before Xiangqin came back, he had already promised Aizhi.

Ai Zhi is empathetic, "Forget it if you are useful." ”

Parsley is not unkind, and if Aizhi lends them garlic, it is equivalent to being kind to them, which cannot be repaid without kindness. What's more, people have already come to the door, and they have said it in person, and they can't refuse people.

"Concubine, you see if this is the case, anyway, the pig can feed it anything, I will keep a little bean dregs for myself, and the rest will be given to you, I still have boiled toon leaves over there, do you want it?"

Ai Zhi was stunned for a moment, looking a little flattered, and then hurriedly said, "If you want—"

Seeing that she was in a hurry, as if she was afraid that someone would get there before her.