Lao Guo brought all the grain, rice millet? Is it all rice millet? Aren't these things just for steaming rice? In such a hot weather, it is not easy to preserve! It stinks in half a day.

In modern times, there should be a lot of military compression! Compress biscuits, vegetables, sausages, many, many more can be compressed! You can compress a hair here! It's the era of cold weapons, not to mention machines. His Royal Highness King Qi is also chasing ducks to the shelves, is it embarrassing?

"Master, you are a disciple of the immortals! There will definitely be a way," Lao Guo was not worried at all.

Listening to Lao Guo say this, Liang Zhaodi should be full of strength in her heart, and her smart brain cells will rush from the soles of her feet to her brains like crazy. Immortal disciple, this sentence has always become his own fetters, like a knife, his head is under it, as long as these words are mentioned, if Liang Zhaodi can't think of it, it will fall high, and Liang Zhaodi's head can move.

I'm here to live! I just said that I was an immortal disciple, but I thought it would be lofty to say this, but I didn't expect to pretend to be big, is this also wrong?

Today, when the army was about to march, the people of Mumu Tso sent some rice and noodles, which were said to be thanks to His Royal Highness King Qi for the edible salt. The people of Mumu are so hospitable! The military and the people have one heart, and the fish and water are ...... That's all Liang Zhaodi can think of......

Touching the flour that looks like it is blood-yellow, these are all flour made from rice millet. It's steamed buns, the taste of that steamed bun, as soon as she thought of this, Liang Zhaodi pouted in disgust. It's hard to say that it's unpalatable, and when you eat it, you always have an inexplicable Rong Mama, which is a little incredible.

"Master, there is still an hour!"

Lao Guo's face, which trusted Liang Zhaodi from the beginning, became a little flustered. If this continues, it will be dealt with by military law. In Lao Guo's eyes, there was a look of dying before leaving the school, and he had to cry......

"Don't ......" Lao Guo was about to say something, but was stopped by Liang Zhaodi and asked: "Do you want to say that you have an eighty-year-old mother and a nursing baby, you can't die and so on!" ”

After Liang Zhaodi finished speaking, Lao Guo looked at Liang Zhaodi with unbelievable eyes, and couldn't help but give a greasy thumbs up, and exclaimed: "It's really a god!" ”

Cut! Let's just say that when the future generations are watching TV, they will always say such a set when they meet poor people, it turns out that it is from you!

"But the source has been found"

"What did you find?" Lao Guo asked.

"Found a way, pancakes!" ……

Liang Zhaodi found a wooden plank, saying that this wooden board was to dismantle the gate of an abandoned family here, and after cleaning it up, he put a bag of good steamed noodles on it.

Of course, there is also this group of enthusiastic but non-melon-eating people from Mu Mu Co, they also joined in, these women, also follow the example of Lao Guo, reconcile the steamed noodles, roll them into a cake shape, and then sprinkle chopped green onions, oil, and salt on them, spread them evenly, roll them into a ball, and then roll them into a cake shape......

On the huge iron plate, put such green onion cakes, and the aroma came from afar......