"The man said that there is meat to eat with Auntie, and the monk can't cook, so he will definitely starve to death outside." Mo Ling ate another black flour bun, just the leg of a pheasant, and said while eating.

"But, after this, I really can't support you!" Hongmei saw that there were only two steamed buns left on the table, she quickly grabbed one and stuffed one into the hands of Qiao Niang and Aunt Yang, and said, "This was originally everyone's food for three days, but you ate it all in one meal." ”

"Uh...... Isn't it made to be eaten in one meal? Why three days? Mo Ling asked curiously, with a cute face.

It's so cute, which makes Aunt Yang look at it and smile: "Okay, it's not in the way, Aunt Ming'er will do it again in the morning." ”

"Can you do two more?" The monk asked.

"Okay, make two more." Aunt Yang handed the bun in her hand to Mo Ling.

"Don't eat it, Aunt Yang, you haven't eaten yet, Mo Ling can't be greedy." The monk immediately shook his head.

"Let's eat, half of my mother and I are enough, and we don't eat much in ordinary times." Qiao Niang divided half of the steamed bun in her hand to her mother-in-law and said.

Hongmei looked at the monk's hand, and Su Yunxi drank the soup with a faint expression, she didn't have a big appetite, and she only ate a third of the white flour cake in front of her.

The monk didn't dare to stretch out his hand, he glanced at Hongmei, and then looked at Su Yunxi.

"Eat, I can't eat this cake either, let's share it together." Su Yunxi tore open the dough and gave each person a serving.

"Monks are not picky eaters, give me all this black, you can eat white noodles." The monk took away all the black bread, but left the white bread for everyone.

Qiao Niang was about to excuse herself, but she saw that the monk had eaten up the black flour bun by two, so she ate the white flour cake.

After breakfast, everyone went about their jobs.

Su Yunxi, Qiaoniang and Hongmei were about to go up the mountain, and the family was commanded by Aunt Yang, and the monk helped to turn over the open space behind the house, and then according to the sketch drawn by Su Yunxi, the backyard was surrounded with branches.

All the way out, walking on the edge of the ridge, Su Yunxi walked very slowly, she sometimes stopped to look at the soil in the field, asked Hongmei to dig some with a shovel, studied for a long time, and sometimes went down in person, trampled on the soil with her feet, and then used the small bottle in her hand to drop some potions into the soil.

This is her own acid-base test solution, judging the acidity and alkalinity of the soil from the color formed after the potion is dripped into the soil, although she knows that most of the soil in this salt pond is too alkaline, so the crops planted are not easy to grow, and even if they do, the taste is very poor.

However, she didn't expect that when she walked over, the land of Yangjiazhuang was not only alkaline, but also like the name of the city, it was salty soil with a very large salt content.

The climate in the north is arid, and it will snow in winter, but because the shape of this mountain village is like a funnel, the water left by the snow is not easy to drain, and over time, it leads to the accumulation of salt in the soil, forming a vicious circle.

"This Yangjiazhuang is very strange, the trees on the mountain are very lush, the pheasants and rabbits are very fat, but the bottom of the mountain is a withered scene." Hongmei said.

"There is a good village chief in Yangjiazhuang, the mountain is open, no one is in charge, no matter who can go up. People in our village, building houses, making fences, hunting, picking fruits, will go up to the mountains, but there are often people who eat wild fruits and are poisoned, and there are also animals in the mountains that hurt people, so everyone will not go up unless they want to chop wood or if they really need to. Qiao Niang said.