When she got up in the morning, Chun Tao first checked the situation of the little chick before going to the stove room to cook porridge. After the rice is put into the pot, pick up the flour and knead it into a dough to ferment, because there is no yeast, spring peach is added with some white wine and sugar to help ferment. Chop the bracken and mix well with some leftover meat to make a bun trap.

In ancient times, there were no refrigerators, and leftover vegetables were kept in wells or water. Because I was worried that it would spoil, the meat dishes were extremely salty. After mixing, there is no need to add salt at all.

"What to do?" Not long after the spring peach rice got off, Aunt Zhou got up, and after a simple wash, she went into the stove room.

"Buns, white porridge."

"I made some pickles, in this jar, which can be served with porridge in the morning." Aunt Zhou opened the jar and showed it to Chun Tao.

"Well... So salty. Chun Tao tasted it and found that it was as salty as the pickles of March's house, and I thought that Aunt Zhou would make it different! It won't be bad if you don't have to put so much salt!

"Fool, if the pickled vegetables are not salty, then they will be bad." Aunt Zhou looked at her frowning eyebrows and laughed.

After breakfast and sending Zhou Kuiruo away, Chun Tao fed the chick some rice. Then I cleaned up the little open space next to the well near the stove room, and prepared to make a test field first.

The courtyard of the Zhou family is really small, but there is a tree in the yard that occupies a lot of area. It seems that the chicken coop can only be built next to the thatched house. Thankfully, she didn't buy a lot of chickens, and she's not sure how many will survive.

Spring peach sprinkled some cowpea seeds, and buried some bracken roots into the soil.

Aunt Zhou sat under the tree embroidering, and Chun Tao also sat next to Aunt Zhou after doing these things, watching her become a female celebrity.

Chun Tao followed Zhou Damiang to learn embroidery for a few days, I don't know if it was because of lack of talent or physical incoordination, and after learning for a long time, she could only help Zhou Damiang thread the needle.

Chun Tao thought about the pickles in the morning and felt that she really couldn't eat them. "At home... Yes... Is there a jar? ”

"What jar? The pots and jars are all in the stove room, you go and look for them. ”

Chun Tao searched for a long time in the jars and jars in the stove room, but did not find the jar she wanted.

Back under the tree, he flipped through Zhou Kuiruo's book with his head and learned traditional characters, but he was obviously a little absent-minded.

"What's wrong? Didn't find it? Aunt Zhou glanced at Chun Tao and found that she was a little sullen.

"Hmm!" Chun Tao didn't expect that Aunt Zhou was concentrating on embroidery and at the same time noticing her mood.

"What do you want to do with the altar? If you don't find a suitable one, go for one! ”

Yes! Why didn't I think of making one myself! "Which... Where... Can you do it? ”

"The Xing family at the entrance of the village specializes in clay pottery, so if you need it, go to him. But he's old, don't be tired. Looking at Chun Tao's enthusiastic appearance, Aunt Zhou specially admonished a few words.

"Hmm!" Chun Tao nodded, closed the book, and took the book into the house. After a while, he came out with a pen and paper.

"I haven't seen this jar you painted." Aunt Zhou looked at the jar she painted, it was really unfamiliar.

"Used to... Soak... Pickles. Chun Tao blew the ink on the paper dry.

"Kimchi? What is it? Aunt Zhou listened to Chun Tao's words, put down the needle and thread, and looked at her curiously.

"It's just... I... It is... OK... Served with porridge. No... It's salty. ”

"Won't it break?"

"No... No, it won't. Chun Tao stuffed the paper into her arms and looked at the smoke outside. I... Go cook the rice. ”

"Okay, I'll embroider for a while, Qui'er has worked hard to support her family alone."

Chun Tao knew that Aunt Zhou's original intention was to worry about Zhou Kuiruo, so she blurted out that she didn't mean to blame her, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but think about it.

The aunt didn't mean it, don't think about it, hurry up and cook! I walked into the stove room, cut the loofah into hob pieces, smelled the leftover meat, and felt a little tasteful. Cut all the meat into small slices and steam them in the pan.

"Did I just say the wrong thing, oops!" Aunt Zhou listened to the sound of cutting vegetables in the stove room, and realized that what she said just now was inappropriate.

"Spring peach." Chun Tao looked at Aunt Zhou who was standing at the mouth of the stove room suspiciously, "What my mother said just now, don't take it to heart, I'm just worried about Kui'er, I don't mean anything else." ”

When Chun Tao heard Aunt Zhou's words, she was a little grateful to her for taking care of her emotions so much, and smiled slightly and said, "I know." ”

"By the way, the meat is some... Taste... taste, I just... It's all done. ”

Aunt Zhou stepped forward and sniffed it: "It does have a little taste, so don't keep it, lest Kui'er eat it and have a stomach upset." ”

"Hmm!" When I go to find Uncle Xing, I will go to March's house to see if I have hit any animals today, Zhou Kuiruo still has to make up for it, and this family still needs him to raise it!

"Anyone?" Chun Tao tapped the door gently, waited for a while and no one answered, and patted hard again, "Is there anyone?" ”

"Who! Don't you know if the old man can't hear? So quietly. As soon as the door opened, a thin, white-haired, bearded old man stared impatiently at Chun Tao, and she was so frightened that she took a few steps back.

"I... I... Find..."

"I said if you stutter, don't run out to talk to someone, and leave quickly." The half-closed door was blocked by Chun Tao.

"I... No, I... Do... Make something. Chun Tao was anxious, but the problem of being nervous and stuttering in front of strangers was really hard to change.

Chun Tao leaned against the unclosed half of the door to prevent the old man from closing the door, and took out the drawing in his arms: "Do... This one. ”

"What is this for? My old man has lived so long and has never seen a jar like this. The old man became interested, stretched out his crumpled and calloused hand, and took the drawing.

"That's... Xing... Uncle Xing..."Originally, Chun Tao wanted to ask the old man if he was Uncle Xing, but before he could finish asking, the old man admitted it himself.

"I'm Uncle Xing, you! Stop talking, it's uncomfortable to listen to. "Uncle Xing gave Chun Tao a gag order as soon as they met.

I'd like to ask you if you will! And I'm really not stammering. Uncle Xing sat on the chair and studied the drawings carefully, and Chun Tao had to purse his mouth and be dumb on the side.

"How big are you going to be?" After studying the drawings, Uncle Xing finally remembered to ask the guests what they needed, and looked at Chun Tao while knocking on the cigarette stick.

"Pretending... Six pounds, there are... There is size. Glancing at the drawing, Chun Tao suddenly realized that she had written Arabic numerals.

"I... Write... Written incorrectly. Yes... Got a pen? He grabbed the drawings in a panic and didn't dare to look directly at Uncle Xing.

"I don't have anything like that." Glancing at Chun Tao, Uncle Xing left Chun Tao in the yard and entered the house alone.

Don't be angry! Chun Tao stood in the courtyard scratching her forehead and looking at the drawings, neither wanting to leave nor daring to go in.

After being stunned for a while, Uncle Xing came out again, seemingly holding something in his hand.

"Use this." Chun Tao immediately opened her hand and caught the one handed over by Uncle Xing... Charcoal?

Chun Tao looked at Uncle Xing, who was sitting in a chair smoking a dry cigarette, and didn't quite understand what this was for.

"Write! Is there gold on my old man's face? ”

All right! Your old man has no gold on his face, but his temper is harder than gold. Chun Tao naturally would not refute, picked up the charcoal and prepared to write on the white paper.

"Can this charcoal be written on paper? It's a stammer, it's still a fool. Whoever marries you must be your ancestor who likes his ancestor. ”

"For... Why? "If you can't write it on paper, write it on the table!

"Because his ancestors were not with your ancestors, your ancestors held a grudge and let you marry into their family, so as to harm their descendants."

This old man scolded people so badly, not only scolding me, but also scolding my ancestors and future generations who I don't know where they are.

Chun Tao thought that he didn't have such a strong eloquence, and he didn't want to argue with the old man, so he seriously changed the numbers to Chinese characters.