"Aunt Lizheng, it's not much, let's rely on it to fill our stomachs at noon today, so many people, it's not much." Lin Yuexin said with a smile.

"You kid, you don't have to eat so much for lunch." Liu disagrees with her words very much, in their place, as long as you are not hungry, where do you care if you are full?

"Aunt Lizheng, Brother Fan Jing and Brother Fan Li do heavy work, of course they have to eat, okay, I have a sense of proportion in my heart, and I won't waste it." Lin Yuexin has her own insistence.

"Old sister-in-law, you can leave it to her, she is so stubborn, even if you pour half of the flour back now, she will still scoop it out again in a while." Seeing that Lin Yuexin and Liu were at a stalemate over the amount of flour, Ji glanced at the sky and said.

Seeing that the Ji family was helping Lin Yuexin, the Liu family couldn't say anything more, so it was up to her.

Lin Yuexin smiled and put the flour on the stove, then took a small handful of 'Yanggou vegetables', washed it, chopped it, and began to mix the batter.

When Lin Yuexin adjusted the batter, Liu quickly washed the wok, and then sat down in front of the stove and started to burn the fire.

When Lin Yuexin adjusted the batter, Liu just heated the wok.

Yesterday, I squeezed the lard, and it was my own again, Lin Yuexin was even more willing to put the oil, and the wild vegetable pancakes were even more potted one after another.

"Yuexin, you have such an oil release method, it won't take a few days, and the little oil you squeezed yesterday should be eaten up." Smelling the wild vegetable cake that was even more fragrant than yesterday, and the frequency of putting oil two or three times in a pancake with Lin Yuexin, Liu couldn't help but remind.

"Aunt Li Zheng doesn't spend much oil." Lin Yuexin said with a smile.

When the wild vegetable pancakes were fried, Lin Hongru, Bu Kunquan, and Ying Sheng, who went to the county government to handle the land deed, drove back with an ox cart.

"Where did the cow come from?" Lin Yuexin was preparing to steam 'Yanggou vegetables' in the kitchen, and she didn't pay attention to the yard, only to hear Ji's asking in a loud voice.

"Rent it at your expense." It was Lin Hongru who returned to Ji's words.

When a few people went out this morning, Lin Yuexin was in the carriage to stop the children, and a few people were in a hurry, so they didn't drive the ox cart, but stopped the car outside the village.

After Lin Yuexin steamed the 'Yanggou vegetables', she went out of the kitchen and came to the yard, and when she saw the ox cart full of things, she asked in surprise: "Dad, what did you buy?" ”

"Our house is going to start construction tomorrow, your uncle Li Zheng said, let's build three houses, it will be built in less than ten days, and when the new house is built, we will invite the people in the village to eat, of course, we have to buy more food and come back to put it, when you don't get it, you are in a hurry, and it is not good to buy enough for everyone to eat." Lin Hongru explained with a smile.

"Oh." Lin Yuexin finished answering and was about to turn around and go into the kitchen, but Ying Sheng walked up to her and silently handed her a letter.

The envelope in Ying Hou's hand was upward, Lin Yuexin saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope at a glance, and her heart was excited, and she snatched the letter from Ying Sheng's hand and went directly to her current temporary residence, the ox cart carriage.

After entering the ox cart carriage, Lin Yuexin directly entered the space, and hugged Bai Yuan is burst of cheers: "Bai Yuan, you are really amazing, he really wrote to me, look!" As he spoke, he handed the letter in his hand to Bai Yuan.

Bai Yu only glanced at it and didn't say anything, it knew that Lin Yuexin's mood at this time, the mood of being lost and regained, could not be expressed in words, and she could only let her vent the emotions in her heart alone.

After a long time, Lin Yuexin's excited mood calmed down a little, but she still couldn't help but be happy, so happy that even tears flowed out, and she only repeated one sentence in her mouth: "He didn't die, he wrote to me." ”