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bsp; Mrs. Cai, who doesn't raise flowers, took out a boutique flower pot and asked her to raise flowers...... Is it a renewed joie de vivre?

Feng Hua smiled slightly, hugged the flower pot and went to the backyard, and casually found a little soil and put it in.

The Northeast is all black soil, and when the rain passes, the muddy land is pitch black and full of fertility.

The roots of the blueberry tree that Feng Hua took out were very clean, and she shook off the space soil on it little by little.

She didn't want the dirt in the space to flow outside, for fear that something would happen. Even in the current era, any detection still exists in distant places, and the probability of accidents is almost non-existent.

But the habit of prudence should be cultivated from now on.

After planting blueberries, Feng Hua moved out several other flower pots and cleaned them well.

Each pot is different in size, shape, and style, but the whole is very harmonious, like a series.

"Grandma Cai, where did you buy this flower pot?" Feng Hua asked.

Mrs. Cai didn't squeak, turned around and went back to the house, the sun had completely set, and it was dark.

Feng Hua shrugged, it seems that there is a long way to go to cure autism.

Bring a few flower pots back to the West House and place them on the windowsill by the kang.

It's cold in the northeast, so the walls are very thick, and the earthen walls are half a meter thick! Later, every family could afford to build a brick house, which was two and a half bricks thick, so the window sill was particularly wide.

But now it is a mud house after all, the windows are small, and the window sill is not big overall, only four flower pots are placed in the front and back.

"It's a pity, there are no flowers." What orchids, camellias, those are all from the south, the northeast in the 60s, and they can't be seen at all.

Feng Hua thought about it for a while, but he didn't expect that there was anything here that was a little taller and worthy of this pot of flowers. It's too cold here, and now the greenhouse effect hasn't started yet, and it's common to have more than 40 degrees below zero in winter.

"Forget it, let's go to Cuihua's house in the future to find a ginseng Ganoderma lucidum or something." Of course, the Cuihua family does not have ginseng Ganoderma lucidum, and if there is, it has already been sold for money, but Feng Hua knows that their family has ginseng seeds.

The Wuchang mountain belongs to the Changbai Mountains, although it is not full of ginseng, but now, there are basically no ginseng pickers who enter the second mountain empty-handed.

And the ginseng that is not enough for many years, the ginseng picker will not pick it, but when it comes to the seeds, the leaves will also be picked, which are also two kinds of medicinal materials. Cuihua's grandfather was a ginseng picker, so she had seeds in her family.

After setting up the flower pots, Feng Hua glanced around the West House again, all kinds of farm tools, baskets, boxes, bags, benches, tables and chairs were stacked, Feng Hua didn't check carefully before, and he didn't know that there were some treasured flower pots hidden in the corner.

Is there still a "treasure" hidden in the horns that she doesn't know?

"Grandma, can I help you clean up the Westinghouse?" Feng Hua walked to the door of the east house and asked.

"Whatever." Mrs. Cai said.

"Oh."

First, take out all kinds of farm tools, put them in the firewood room, wipe the tables and chairs and put them in place, and pile the bags on the boxes. After hesitating, Feng Hua opened the large box at the foot of the house.

There are all kinds of books in it, there are textbooks, there are books, and the name looks like essays and novels. These should have belonged to those three martyrs.

Feng Hua sighed and closed the box. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a cloth bag in the gap between the outside of the box and the wall.

She wasn't too excited, the cloth pockets were not big, deflated, dusty, and in the style of Mrs. Cai, it wouldn't be a good thing inside.

Feng Hua picked it up and opened it, it turned out to be an empty grain bag, which was supposed to contain wheat. Feng Hua shook the bag and shook out a small handful of shriveled wheat grains.

The climate in their village is not suitable for growing wheat, but in order to have a meal of dumplings during the New Year, the team still gritted their teeth and planted a few acres of wheat, and went door to door every year, ten catties and eight catties, and packed a few dumplings.

I don't know how many years this grain has been old, and it is shriveled and gray. But Feng Hua is still relatively happy, she is worried that she can't eat steamed buns without wheat in her hands! I believe that the strength of the space well water will definitely bring this wheat back to life.

Feng Hua entered the space, ready to plant some wheat, as for other crops......

"I'll go!" Feng Hua raised his eyes and was startled. These days have been as busy as a spinning top, and things are constantly going on, and she has forgotten that she is still planting other crops!

It's all ripe!

Tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, eggplant peppers, etc., are all common farm dishes. If you don't pick your eyes, you can do seeds.

Feng Hua hurriedly rushed over, leaving only one of each for seeding, and the other mature ones were picked and placed in the warehouse.

Looking at the kitchen, there is only a few pots and bowls that are clean, oh, there is salt, there is nothing else, and cooking can only make a vegetable soup.

Vegetable soup is vegetable soup......

The space is really extraordinary, coupled with Feng Hua's good cooking skills, boiled vegetables can also be made delicious in the world.

After tasting the space vegetables, Feng Hua was even more eager to eat steamed buns.

Just do it, Feng Hua took out a pottery bowl, thought about it and filled it with diluted well water. With pure well water, will the wheat be directly cultivated in a bowl without soil?

I don't dare to think about it, but it's better to be on the safe side.

Feng Hua threw a grain of wheat into the bowl, and it was just one.

The gray grains of wheat swelled at once, grew, sprouted, and in a few seconds, grew to an inch high.

Feng Hua took out the wheat seedlings and planted them directly in the ground, then sat on the edge of the ground, threw them in one by one, took them out one by one, and planted a small piece in a short time.

"It feels more interesting than Happy Farm~" Feng Hua said with a smile.

The Chinese people's dedication to the land seems to be engraved in their bones, and when various farm games first became popular, Feng Hua also played for a while. While complaining about boredom, I had fun at the same time.

Well, God gave her a realistic version.

After the wheat is planted, it is ripened and harvested. Then the newly bought stone mill, the stone mill came in handy.

By the time the noodles were made, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. There is no yeast, there is no old noodles, and I don't know what it can become, anyway, the time is not short.

Feng Hua restrained his gluttony, went to sleep honestly, and ate it again tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Feng Hua entered the space. The space is as warm as spring, even if there is no yeast, the noodles are already white and fat.

I hope that the steamed buns that have been eaten finally in my mouth, and I am so happy that I almost cry. It's a pity that Grandma Cai can't eat it now, and Fang Yuan can't eat it either.

For the next two days, Feng Hua stayed at home honestly, cooking every day, tidying up the yard, and going into the space to plant and cook in his spare time.

One morning, Feng Hua said goodbye to Mrs. Cai again, and set off with Mrs. Cai's curious gaze.

It's time to make an appointment with Zhao Yong, if she doesn't go, people will think that she has absconded with the money.