The canal on the side of the field here is wider, so every house by the canal has planted some poplar trees, and it just so happens that there is a poplar tree with a crooked neck on the head of their field.

Tian Xinmiao kept this poplar tree in his heart and used it as a mark for this field.

After seeing this field, Wu did not take Tian Xinmiao back to the main road in the middle of the Niueryuan, but went north along the canal at the edge of the field.

After walking about 200 meters, there is a road that can accommodate two frame cars walking side by side.

This road extends from the road, all the way to the east, and then walks thirty or forty meters, and then extends diagonally to the southeast into a ravine, and goes down along the ditch, this ditch is called the small ear ditch.

On the left side of the road there is a ditch with a shallow stream of water, and the sandy and gravel beaches around the current are wisps of white.

Without Wu's explanation, Tian Xinmiao knew that the water in this ditch must be alkaline water, the kind that is bitter and brackish, because when there is a drought in the mountains, she and her grandmother will drive the only donkey in the family to a ditch more than ten miles away to camel this water as drinking water.

This road is close to the mountain on the right, and along the road all the way down, you can see the mountain on the right and the mountain on the opposite side of the ditch, scattered with many caves.

Wu specially told Tian Xinmiao that if a person comes to work in this field, he should not take this road, because this ditch is not clean.

As for why it was not clean, Wu was worried that telling Tian Xinmiao would make her afraid, so he didn't dare to tell her.

After walking for about 20 minutes, the two of them walked out of this saltwater ditch called Xiaoergou and entered the village.

It took about five or six minutes on the way, passing the doors of five or six houses, and they arrived at the door of their own house.

Starting from nearly eight o'clock in the morning, the two of them walked back and forth like this, and the time was estimated to be almost twelve o'clock.

"Mother, I'm afraid it's not too early, you go take care of Dad, I'll cook."

Wu looked up at the position of the sun and nodded, "It's okay, you can do it casually, I'll go see your father." ”

As Wu spoke, his steps did not slow down at all because of his eagerness.

When he went out in the morning, when Ruan Yongsheng was eating the steamed buns for breakfast, he only drank half a glass of water because he was worried that Wu and Tian Xinmiao would go to the toilet after going out.

Despite drinking half a glass of water, Wu was still worried that Ruan Yongsheng was afraid that he was holding his urine very hard, after all, nearly four hours had passed.

Tian Xinmiao understood why the Wu family was in a hurry, and after answering gently, he took the washbasin from under the eaves of the hallway, washed his face briefly, and then went to the kitchen.

Tian Xinmiao originally planned to make green onion cakes, but when he thought of the green onion cakes, which were very oil-intensive, he temporarily stopped this idea.

After thinking about it, she finally decided to make another kind of food that her grandmother often did, and she also loved to eat, rubbing fish roe in slurry water.

Wu helped Ruan Yongsheng solve the problem of going to the toilet, and after helping him back to the house and sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, he hurriedly came to the kitchen to help Tian Xinmiao light the fire.

However, when she settled Ruan Yongsheng, who was slow-moving, and stepped into the kitchen threshold, she found that Tian Xinmiao's rice had already entered the pot.

"Xinmiao, my mother is here to help you."

Tian Xinmiao, who was busy stirring the fish roe into the pot, turned around and smiled at Wu.

"Mother, the food I cooked today is simple, and it will be good soon, you better go back and take care of your father!"

Wu Shi approached the side of the pot, looked at the things in the pot that looked like noodles but not noodles, like gnocchi but not like gnocchi, and couldn't help asking, "Xinmiao, what kind of rice are you cooking?" ”

"Mother, this is called rubbing fish roe."

Tian Xinmiao turned to the stove, sat down, and made the fire in the stove a little smaller.

"Rubbing roe?" Wu curiously picked up the chopsticks that Tian Xinmiao had stirred just now, and stirred them in the pot a few times, "Don't say it, it's really as slippery as a little fish." ”