Mengfan didn't look at him, but looked into the distance: "Look, another piece of land, also about one acre, I have ordered people to plant sweet potatoes, these sweet potato leaves, sweet potato vines, and the skin of sweet potatoes can be used to feed pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep; The tender tip on the red vine is also a delicious side dish. ”

She turned her head to look at the young man beside her, blinked her eyebrows and eyes, and continued: "In this sweet potato, starch can also be extracted, and this sweet potato flour is ......, and it is used to make a seasoning for stir-fried meat, which has a tender and moisturizing effect; There is also sweet potato flour wrapped meat, which is marinated in sweet potato flour with the best part of the pig's body, small ribs, and boiled ......"

Turning his head, seeing that Helian Qingtian was a little curious about her, but he didn't look too eager, the corners of Mengfan's lips twitched, he was a boy, and he didn't know what he was doing with him, so he sighed lightly, boredly pulled up a dog's tail grass from his side, which had no moisture, and circled between the fingers of his hands for a while: "What I'm talking about is something that is rarely seen on the market, because sweet potatoes are a staple food that can be eaten as food in the eyes of poor people." In these years, the vast majority of poor people's families can eat three meals a day to be able to eat and clothe Amitabha Buddha for a long time......"

Where can I take a filling food and feed it to the pigs?

"Although......" Helian Qingtian spoke very slowly, he propped his hands on the ridge behind him, turned his face and squinted his eyes slightly: "What you say, I don't necessarily understand what it is, but, I believe, you know a lot of things I don't understand, because what you say is the kitchen things that you women are good at, and we men don't need to understand too much, even if I am alone and there is no servant around me, I just need to make the simplest food to fill my stomach, heh." ……”

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, laughed, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he smiled again in an instant, and continued: "However, what do you want to do, try to do it, anyway, this life, at our age, life has just begun!" ”

Well?

Meng Fan was suddenly stunned, and looked at him with some surprise, with obvious inquiry in his expression.

Seeing that she was staring at herself vigorously, as if she was studying what kind of flower had grown on his face, she didn't speak for a long time, and the little prince was puzzled: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Look at you!"

Tengdi's face turned crimson, he thought he was not a thin-skinned person, but the heat on his face was too high, even his ears were a little hot, he leaned to the side without a trace, this is not counted, he even looked around in a panic a few times.

Why is this kid's reaction so suspicious?

What kind of expression is this? What action? What kind of attitude?

She wouldn't do anything to him on the top of this hill where no one else was present.

How could this kid's expression be similar to that of the little bald head when he met the person who coveted his beauty, as if he was guarding against someone.

Whether it is age, physical strength, or spirit, she doesn't have the idea of being good now, just like the animal has not yet reached estrus......

Phew, thought of it.

Well, admitting that her thinking was a little wild, she sneered, withdrew her gaze from staring at people for a long time, retracted her feet and stood up, and slowly flicked the grass dust debris that might be stained on the back of her clothes (actually on her buttocks): "We're thirsty, let's go back!" ”

"Oh." Helian Qingtian sat there stunned, her mouth answering, but she waited for her to walk away before she suddenly bounced up from the ground, lowered her head and slapped the mud and dust on her palms and behind her.

The two of them walked down the hill one after the other, and went around the rugged mountain road to the side of the house in the col, where Ling Yaoxuan was watching the two long-term workers digging up the grass.

Seeing Meng Fan walking in front, Ling Yaoxuan's first reaction was to put down his rolled up sleeves quickly, and then he looked at her from a distance, and waited for her to walk in and say hello: "You're back." ”

"Well, Brother Ling, you go and tell Xiaobo to make a pot of good tea, I and the prince are a little thirsty."

Ling Yaoxuan nodded in response, picked up the hem of his clothes and strode towards the house not far away.

Come to think of it, she is not simply thirsty and wants to drink tea, because what she drinks on weekdays is the clear and sweet mysterious pure water, and now she suddenly said that she and Shizi are thirsty, and asked him to call the little bald head, it must be to ask him and the little bald head to be present together and say something.

After chatting together for about half an hour, Meng Fan asked Ling Yaoxuan to take the black fish in a bucket in the kitchen to the river to clean up, Helian Qingtian must not be able to stay in the kitchen, so he said that he was going to the river for a walk, Meng Fan called Lan Bao'er, who was playing outside, back to accompany him, she and the little bald head washed vegetables and rice together and began to cook lunch.

Hearing the sound of water in the pot, the little bald head stood up from the stove, washed his hands, put the washed white rice in the small tile into the pot, stirred it with a spatula, and then covered it, turned around to look at Meng Fan, only to see that she put a small apron that was only made last night on her waist, and strangled the small waist Yingying......

Biting his lip and a soft smile on his face, he went to the small stove and stuffed a few small pieces of wood into it, and sat back down on the small bench in front of the stove.

As soon as she put on her little apron, she suddenly disappeared, and soon appeared out of thin air, as if she had been standing there and had not moved at all, but in the bamboo basket she was carrying in her hand, there was an extra handful of washed bracken, a handful of tender greens, a carrot, a handful of green onions, a handful of garlic sprouts, a handful of celery, two young bamboo shoots that had been washed of the soil and stripped of their shells, and a small cloth bag, which contained the small amount of the first batch of sweet potato powder that had just been made out of the space.

Vegetarian stir-fried bracken with some carrot shreds for decoration, green and white are delicious and good-looking, bamboo shoots fried meat plus some green pepper shreds to do color matching, before returning to the pot before the meat starts to the pot, add the inch-long garlic sprouts and stir-fry and then put on the plate, radish and pork rib soup has already been stewed, and then wait for the dishes to be served on the table and then come to the bowl, five people, four dishes and one soup.

Looking at this small bag of starch, Meng Fan frowned slightly, she planned to process a large amount of sweet potato starch, and she also needed some guys, such as a large wooden basin with a large wooden basin and a large wooden stake wrapped in copper skin that looked like a mace, and in the absence of a machine available, Meng Fan wanted the space servants to make an almost primitive artificial roller.

The heavy copper is cast into a hollow cone, which needs to be square, and the middle is passed through with a copper stick of the right size, and the square copper stick must also be left with a suitable square hole, which is also connected in a zigzag shape with the copper rod that also leaves a small hole, and a copper rectangular groove is also needed to contain sweet potato chips.

The problem is that copper is not so easy to rust when exposed to water, but it is a very real and valuable thing......