The time of delivery is getting closer and closer, and the number of sweet potato strips in Tang Yuehua's house is still pitiful.

The sweet potato strips they made a few days ago didn't taste as good as the original because of the weather, so they could only keep those sweet potato strips for their own home to eat.

On this day, Chen Nianqun invited the craftsmen of Waliao to come to his home and prepared to start making a drying kiln.

A black-faced man came to Tang Yuehua's house with a hoe.

"Brother Chen, I heard that your family is going to start construction, so I'm here."

This person is Gua Wazi's father, Tang Da, and he is accompanied by a half-old child.

The child carried a dustpan for shoveling dirt in his hand.

Chen Nianqun looked at the person who came, "Tang Da, why are you here?" These things should be done by the master and me, and you are very busy at home. ”

"I can't do anything on this rainy day, just to eat at your house. Brother Chen, are you going to drive me away? ”

A silly smile appeared on Tang Da's face.

"How so? I'm too late to thank you for your help. ”

A group of people began to sit up in a heated mood as they spoke.

Tang Yuehua came over from time to time to see the progress

A group of people were busy in the backyard, their father and black-faced man were in charge of picking up soil, and Gua Wazi followed behind with a dustpan, which also contained soil.

I watched them mix plant ash, loess, glutinous rice milk, and other things that I don't know what they were, stirring constantly.

The tile masons are responsible for building up the drying kiln.

She watched as the kiln slowly took shape under their hands, and it looked like there should be no problem.

On rainy days in winter, people are active and active, and their bodies are warmer.

She saw that a thin layer of sweat was already on the heads of the people who were working, and turned to the kitchen.

"Mother, do you have hot water?"

The person who was washing the vegetables raised his hand and wiped it on his apron, "It's burned, the tea has been brewed, you can take it to your father and them." ”

She lifted the teapot on the stove, grabbed a few clay bowls, and went to the backyard.

She poured the hot tea and handed it to the worker.

Gua Wazi looked at the tea bowl in his hand and looked at himself curiously several times.

Isn't this kid quite repulsive to himself? Why every time I see myself, I can't help but look at myself.

Today, because there are outsiders, Tang Yuehua put on the fence again, and when the tile mason came, he couldn't help but look at himself, a famous ugly girl.

However, they only looked at it curiously, and then focused on their work.

……

With the help of the bricklayer and the father and son, the project, which originally took a few days to complete, is now completed in two days.

After a few days, the kiln is ready to use.

At this time, their family was trying to roast the dry kiln, because they didn't know if it was good or not, so they prepared two drawers of sweet potatoes.

"Ah Yue, isn't the temperature about the same now?"

"Daddy, it should be okay, let's try it first." Tang Yuehua only knew the general principle of this, and she didn't know how to operate it.

Now I can only try it slowly.

After trying it a few times, they slowly figured out some heat and baking time.

"This time it should be about the same, let's take out the sweet potatoes and take a look." Chen Nianqun suppressed the fire.

He stood in front of the one-man tall drying kiln, opened the door, and immediately a sweet smell overflowed from it.

He took the contents out.

Most of the water has evaporated from the sweet potato strips in the rectangular drawer, and the sweet potato strips are a reddish-brown color, a bit like maltose.

"That should do." Tang Shi looked at the color of the sweet potato strips and smelled the sweetness on the tip of his nose.

Tang Shi took a sweet potato and tasted it, it was sweet and delicious, and the taste was better than the previous ones.

"His father, Ah Yue, can you try it?" Tang looked surprised.

Hearing this, the two took the sweet potato strips and tasted them, and she thought it was good.

Finally it worked.

The next time is that the family keeps cutting sweet potato strips, and the pile of firewood in the backyard is becoming thinner and thinner, and the sweet potato strips are becoming more and more prosperous.

Before the second year of junior high school, they made half-stone sweet potato strips.

Tang Yuehua and her mother watched Chen Nianqun pick up those sweet potato strips, and of course, those eggs, duck eggs and the like.

Tang Yuehua thought that she should go to class, and she didn't know if Master Kong Ming had returned.

She brought some sweet potato strips and the books she brought back last time to read, and she has been busy these days and has not found time to read books.

When she arrived at the mountain, she saw the forehead figure of her senior brother again, and it seemed that the master had returned.

She carried her things and walked into the hall, and sure enough, she saw a person sitting on the Taishi chair, holding a few pieces of paper and reading.

Master Kongming, who heard the sound of footsteps, raised his head and saw his little apprentice carrying a package.

She saw the paper in Master's hand, wasn't that the big character she had written a few days ago?

"Master, you're back, this is a new sweet potato strip, it's delicious, you can try it." She opened the package, took out its contents, and placed them on the table in front of the master.

She pretended not to see the crooked words, as well as the helplessness on Master Kongming's face.

Master Kong Ming looked at her a little, a little helpless, when she memorized those words, she was obviously talented, why couldn't she practice a handwriting well.

Seeing the rare flattering appearance of his apprentice, he picked it up and tasted it, and then took another one and tasted it.

"By the way, Master, did Cui Er give you what I did last time?" She thought about the things she had brought back from the county seat before.

"Senior sister, those things in your land are already broken, I'll take them out and lose them in a while." Headroom openings.

"Broken? Well, it's been a long time, Master, when will you come back? She hoped they would be back soon, or she would be absent from school for many days.

"Yesterday." Master Kong Ming was in a good mood at the moment.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"Master, is Cui Yi already back?"

"What?"

"Then I have to go to the pharmacy this morning, I promised Cui Er last time."

Master Kong Ming looked at the corner of the hall and bowed slightly.

"Master, then I'll go to the pharmacy." She wants to make an enhanced version of Daihomaru.

"The book that the Medicine King gave you, but you read it?"

She paused and turned around, "There's still a lot to read." ”

"Go ahead."

After listening to the sentence without beginning and end, she didn't know what it meant, was there a new book?

When she arrived at the teahouse, which had been turned into a pharmacy, she began to dispense the medicines.

Ever since the medicine king came to the temple, some herbs began to increase, and some of them were dug up in the depths of Meishan together.

By the way, why hasn't the Medicine King been gone these days? She suddenly remembered the dusty book again.

"Senior brother, wait, don't throw away the package from last time." She hurried to speak.