Chapter 17: The Leaven

After making sure that he hadn't missed anything, he leisurely blew out the oil lamp and lay on the bed and dodged into the space.

The space is still white, and the corn sorghum is more than a meter tall and the ears are ready to be harvested in about a day.

(Approximately 1 day outside = 24 days in space)

The worry is that there are too few fields, and you can only plant a little at a time, of course, you can't afford to buy seeds because you don't have money before, and when this batch is harvested, you start planting wheat, which is a little guarantee for life, which is called not panicking when you have food in your hands.

The octagonal tree was not picked when it was harvested into the space, and there was not much yield scattered and scattered, and it was half picked in August in Huaguo, and now the early autumn is also the time to pick, but it is just in time to harvest a wave.

Now there is nothing to pack, just hang it on the tree first, and it doesn't matter, I washed two persimmons to eat, the medium sweetness is fruity, not bad, very good~

If you get out of the space and continue to sleep, the child's body will also benefit from this.

The rooster crowed at dawn, and I got up on time leisurely, I couldn't be too noisy, brushed my teeth and washed my face to help my mother-in-law make breakfast......

The mother-in-law planned to make white flour steamed buns, and moved out of the small stone mill to wash two catties of wheat and drain it, the small stone mill was quite convenient, and it was ground three or four times and put it into the noodle bag, obviously the noodle bag was not made by the mother-in-law last night with a clean old one.

You was a little curious about how her mother-in-law usually made steamed buns, so she asked directly.

"What else can be done? Isn't it just the same as Wotou? ”

"That'...... How does Wotou do it? "You have a bad feeling in your heart.

Sure enough, "Isn't it just to blanch the cornmeal with hot water, add some sorghum flour and a ball, knead it with your hands and steam it in the pot" The mother-in-law looked at it leisurely with some speechlessness......

There is a generation gap...... Of course you are doing an authentic nest head leisurely I have to say the right thing to do cough hua guo jiu a few years ago the excuse is cheap parents.

Boiled the pot of hot water and heated the nest head, commanded the mother-in-law to blanch a small half bowl of cornmeal with warm water and stirred, and added half a bowl of white noodles, which was almost two taels, and the mother-in-law was in pain, so she listened to the leisurely words and continued to stir and grasp it evenly about a slight scatter, and when she stopped, her mother-in-law asked:

"What else to add, you finish talking at one time, so as not to hurt my mother-in-law"

You're still thinking that there is no grate (bi) for sorghum at this time, and you can only find a clean cloth.

"That's it, just find a piece of cloth and spread it out for two or three days, and when it's dry, it's the yeast, just grab the steamed buns, so many yeast can be used for a long time."

The leisurely mood is beautiful, I found a sunny place to bask in the leaven, and the corners of Yu's mother-in-law's mouth twitched, out of sight, not upset.

Steamed bread is not said to be done, the dough has to be made with leaven, kneaded and shaped and have to wake up, the trouble is very, want to make the steamed bread soft and delicious, the current conditions are really indispensable steps.

After being busy, I fried a bowl of small vegetables, but it is not a wild vegetable, I want to cry when I eat vegetables, I have never been so poor, I can't even afford to eat a root vegetable, and my goal in the future is to earn money and save food and vegetables!

After eating, she didn't run anywhere, and her mother-in-law looked at her and went out for a walk.

Sitting leisurely in the courtyard for free calcium supplementation, he was happy in his heart, and he curled the corners of his mouth and hummed Xingyue Candy:

"It doesn't matter, the darker the sky~

The brighter the stars~

I grew savagely~

Failed to become their own moonshine~

……”

The soft and glutinous voice, accompanied by the sweet air of the lyrics, is tired, and pink bubbles emerge~

Sing yourself hi, my heart flashed: I didn't expect this small body to have such a beautiful voice, I earned it, hahaha~