Zhao Canniang picked up the konjac, just when Qin saw it, Qin hurriedly said, "Silly boy, what are you doing when you pick up the taro, when the juice gets on your hands, you should be uncomfortable." ”

Hemp taro? Could it be that the people here call konjac hemp taro, and then Zhao Canniang was also relieved, this konjac can indeed numb hands, and it is normal to call it hemp taro.

As soon as she thought of this, Zhao Canniang asked, "Mother, can you give me this." ”

Qin Shi frowned and asked, "What are you doing with this?" You can't eat this taro, and the one you have in your hand is the last time your brother picked it up from the mountain. ”

As soon as she heard this, Zhao Canniang was excited, "Mother, are there a lot of taro on the mountain?" "In the inherited memory, there is no taro figure.

When Qin heard Canniang's words, her face was full of worry, how did she find that Canniang had become a little abnormal since yesterday, "Canniang, you have nothing to do, right?" You used to play with your brother a lot, why don't you remember? ”

Hearing Qin's suspicions, Zhao Canniang secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good, and Qin's actually doubted herself.

As soon as my mind turned, I thought of a way to explain, "Mother, I don't know why, maybe it's because I walked around the ghost gate yesterday, I couldn't remember a lot of things before, and I don't know why I'm not afraid of anything now." ”

After listening to this explanation, the expression on Qin's face did not relax, "It's hard to be Canniang, it's all bad for your mother, if it weren't for your mother, you wouldn't have suffered such a crime." "Qin thought that Zhao Canniang must have seen something terrible, so his mind changed greatly.

Zhao Canniang was stunned for a moment, knowing that the people here also believe in ghosts and gods, it seems that this level has passed.

"Mother, don't say that, where can I blame you for all this, and I blame Zhao Quanfa who has no conscience." Zhao Canniang said indignantly.

Then he changed his words and said, "Mother, how is this taro really going up the mountain?" Zhao Canniang continued to ask.

Qin nodded, began to bow his head to embroider the embroidery work on his hands, and said slowly, "It's a lot, there are a lot of hemp taro growing in the forest on the mountain, but this hemp taro looks at the tubers growing below, but it can't be eaten, it's really a waste, when there was a famine in the early years, someone in the village cooked and ate it, who knows, as soon as they eat it, they all numb their mouths and can't speak." Later, no one ate it, and the taro in your hand was picked up by your brother from chopping wood in the mountains, and I don't know what he picked up this thing for. ”

After listening to Qin's explanation, Zhao Canniang's heart was even happier, no one had eaten it, that is, everyone didn't know how good konjac they even read, and it seemed that the people here didn't know how to eat this konjac.

This is simply great, Zhao Canniang has an idea in her heart, since the people here don't know how to eat, then if she really boils this hemp taro and sells it on the street, wouldn't she be able to make money, if she sells it directly to a restaurant, maybe she can really make a profit.

Thinking of this, Zhao Canniang's heart became hot.

Zhao Canniang didn't say anything, went directly into the house, and hugged the big hemp taro in her arms.

She had to think about how this taro was made.

There is no alkali to use to make hemp taro, and she doesn't know if it is sold in the market.

Now all that's left is grass grey water.

Thinking of this impoverished home, Zhao Canniang's heart was full of helplessness, so let's make grass gray water! At least it doesn't cost anything.

Carrying the taro into the kitchen, Zhao Canniang thought about it for a while, and tried it for the first time, so she had to get a little less.

found a useless old wooden barrel in the kitchen, and after cleaning it, to make sure that there was no leakage, Zhao Canniang shoveled half a bucket of grass ash in the stove with a small shovel.

Then I beat half a bucket of water and poured it directly into the ashes.

Then it was stirred, and after the stirring was done, Zhao Canniang lifted the barrel to the corner of the wall and put it away.

Now what we have to do is to clarify the grass gray water, and look at the debris floating on the water, and we have to filter it well.

found a white cloth in the house, it seemed to be the cover used by the Qin family to make tofu in the past, and Zhao Canniang didn't tell the Qin family, this matter was said, maybe the Qin family would not support it.

Zhao Canniang had already thought about it in her heart, and when Zhao Qingfeng came back, she would pull Zhao Qingfeng together.

There is a stone mill at home, after all, cornmeal is milled at home, so the problem of grinding konjac is easy to solve, but she is too short to hook the grinding crutches, so she can only wait for Zhao Qingfeng to get it.

Because Zhao Canniang had stopped the work in the kitchen on herself today, the Qin family had been embroidering in the yard and was not busy with dinner.

Zhao Qingfeng finally came back with a load of firewood when it was almost dark.

It seemed that Zhao Qingfeng was a little tired, his face was full of tiredness, Zhao Canniang glanced at the two heavy bundles of dry firewood, and she didn't know where Zhao Qingfeng got it at this time.

Qin's face was distressed, "Qingfeng told you to get a little less, you just don't believe it, look at such a big burden, how tiring it is to pick up." ”

As soon as he said that, the Qin clan stepped forward and gently patted the leaves and twigs on Zhao Qingfeng's clothes.

Zhao Qingfeng smiled slightly and said, "Today in the mountains over there, I saw a dead tree, and I couldn't help but cut it back. ”

Zhao Qingfeng comforted the Qin clan very sensibly, but in fact, he didn't want the Qin clan to worry.

Hearing Zhao Qingfeng's words, I don't know why Zhao Canniang's heart actually felt sorry for Zhao Qingfeng, the children of the poor have long been in charge, and Zhao Qingfeng is only thirteen years old in a month, but he has a maturity that does not match his age.

Probably because he is a boy, although Zhao Qingfeng is only a little more than a year older than Zhao Canniang, he is much taller, about one meter and four meters by eye.

"Mother, I really don't have anything to do, this dry firewood sells for money, I took a look, this load of firewood can be split into two loads to sell, and dry firewood sells for money, this load should be able to sell for about five cents, I will sell it tomorrow morning, so that I can buy two eggs for my sister to come back."

Zhao Canniang's heart was sad, and her eyes were full of tears, which was a concern and family affection she had never experienced.

Silently, Zhao Canniang returned to the kitchen.

In the evening, it was still sauerkraut fish and corn batter.

Qin went to sleep after eating, the family could not afford to use oil lamps, and Qin could not embroider.

Zhao Canniang was thinking about making konjac, and after washing the dishes, she didn't go to sleep, and tinkered with stone grinding in the yard.

Standing in front of the stone mill, Zhao Canniang thought of a lot of methods, and finally determined that she did not have the ability to push the stone mill.

Zhao Qingfeng has been observing Zhao Canniang for a long time, and since the beginning of eating, Zhao Canniang has been restless.

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