The situation of the daughter-in-law's family in the village is basically the same, and they all help those who can help, but they have this heart, but the virtues of the people who are helped are different.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er's mother's family has two younger brothers, both of them are not bad, she remembers friendship for everything, and the brothers on Uncle Zhang Qi's side are different, they are all bloodsuckers!

Ding Xuewei has lived in Zhang's house for so long, and she has already inquired about the relatives of the Zhang family from Dahua and Xiaohua.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er's worries, she can naturally understand.

"There is a lot of distance between the west of the city and the east of the city, and I can't say it, I can't meet it."

"You don't know..."

Words, Aunt Zhang Qi'er only said half of it, Ding Xuewei is a child in the end, she can't say too much: "I plan to take some silver and store it for Brother Qiao, if Dahua's father runs out of food, can he help buy some, you say, will someone go over there to sell food?" ”

The reason why Aunt Zhang Qi'er said these words to Ding Xuewei was because she really wanted to vent her worries, and because Ding Xuewei had seen more than her and wanted to ask for peace of mind from Ding Xuewei.

Otherwise, Ding Xuewei didn't dare to say whether the businessman would go to the construction site to make money, but she dared to pack a ticket: "There will definitely be." ”

"It's good to have!" Aunt Zhang Qi'er breathed a sigh of relief!

Talking in their mouths, several people's movements did not stop, and when Anping and Dahua shouted to eat, more than ten catties of bamboo insects were blanched and dried.

When Zhang Qi came back, it was almost two o'clock, that is, the broad beans that were fried after the meal, and the peas were cooled, not to mention the bamboo insects that had been dried for a long time, there was no moisture at all, the skin was dry, and not only did it not splash much oil when it was fried, but the time was faster.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er didn't save oil to pour oil, and the ten catties of bamboo worms were not divided into four pots, and they were fried before four o'clock.

At this time, Ding Xuewei, who had just left her hands free, took the three little ones with Jin Huan, and the big and small flower sisters blanched the tips of the bamboo shoots they carried back in the morning.

For dinner, Ding Xuewei didn't plan to do anything, and after telling Anping Laidi how to make bamboo shoots the best to eat, he and Pandi went to the pig cowshed again.

Two meals in the morning and evening, it can be said that the thunder cannot be moved.

"Eldest sister, what did you want to say before?"

"Painting and dyeing fabrics, and toilet paper, you wait for me."

can't always let Pan Di say that she has no idea, people who don't know her, this will be heard when she hears it, she is familiar, she can't believe it, she is not the kind of person who is arrogant, she doesn't pay attention, and she doesn't know what will only make people more suspicious.

Ding Xuewei quickly went to the supermarket, selected a silk scarf with a fairly simple color, and took two rolls of toilet paper of different colors, and during the time she entered the space, Pandi not only added bamboo shoots to pigs, cows, and hares, but also cut out a lot of bamboo shoots.

In the same way, she still keeps the most tender bamboo shoots.

"Look."

Ding Xuewei took the lead in handing out the silk scarf.

I have been to Linglong Pavilion with her many times, and Pandi can be regarded as having an eye, but when the thinness as cicada wings and the beautifully painted scarf are displayed in front of her eyes, she is still shocked.

Although the silk scarf selected by Ding Xuewei is not silk, although the print is just a simple checkered line, in Pandi's opinion, it is so beautiful.

"This is printing and dyeing, boiling viscous oil mixed with pigment, and then painting the desired pattern on the fabric, when a pattern is finished, you can use another piece of fabric, or the other end of the same piece of cloth to rub and dye the same pattern, and then after the previous pigment is completely dry, the next step is to paint or wash the finish."

As she spoke, she flipped the silk scarf to make Pandi understand what she meant more clearly.

"Do you understand?"

Pan Di, who was rubbing the silk scarf over and over again, suddenly raised her eyes: "I know what you can do, it doesn't matter if you understand it or not." ”

words, she can say them to others as they are, whether she will or not, whether she understands it or not, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that she can say those words and know that such a thing exists.

Ding Xuewei didn't know whether to be pretentious and selfish, to give the heroine such a strong opponent, or to be glad that the thoughtful baby in front of her was her sister.

Pan Di is simply too perceptive and knows the point too well.

Nodding, Ding Xuewei hung the silk scarf around her neck and took out the rolling paper that had been clamped in her armpit.

"It's called toilet paper, everything that a handkerchief can do, it can do, and its disposable advantage over a handkerchief is why I want to tinker with it."

Tearing off two pieces of paper, she first blew her nose symbolically, then threw it into a bucket on the side.

"Whether it's wiping your nose or wiping your buttocks, you don't need to wash it, you can accumulate it and burn it, and you can throw it into the pit to pile up fertilizer."

After pulling two sections in a row to let Pandi feel good, she talked about the production method of white paper and bamboo fiber paper.

"This kind of white, whether it is made of bamboo or a tree, has to go through a bleaching process, as for this brown one, it has not been bleached, I want to make this, there are many bamboos opposite."

Pan Di is too smart and transparent, Ding Xuewei explained the usefulness, and after the practice, she didn't say more, leaving her some time to explore toilet paper.

"I'll bury them, and you'll send them away."

Pan Di, who figured out a few characteristics of toilet paper, scooped up the waste paper in the bucket, and motioned to Ding Xuewei to send the things in her hand back.

Pandi did things, Ding Xuewei was relieved, and entered the space with a silk scarf and toilet paper.

The sisters delayed a lot of time in the cowshed, and when they went back, Anping Laidi and Jin Huan's meals were ready.

The Zhang family did not shirk the spinach egg drop soup specially cooked by Anping, and Ding Xuewei and others also gladly accepted the bowl of fried bamboo worms sent by the Zhang family.

"Most of them don't bud!"

Up to now, the Zhang family still thinks that the matter of rice sprouts is very mysterious, and it is a pity that Aunt Zhang Qi'er, who is sure that her family can sow seeds tomorrow, picks up Ding Xue's slightly soaked rice grains.

Ding Xuewei, who looked at Mi Ya carefully, was very satisfied: "Ming'er will pass the water and give the chicken without buds." ”

Nearly one-tenth of the germination rate, most of which was still the rice taken out of her space, she was almost crazy with joy.

Not to mention the harvest of 1,000 catties, it is 500 catties, which is far beyond the grain production of this world.

If the yield per mu increases by half, the life of the people can be much better!

"Xuewei, if you want to divide Fermi, I think it's better to divide it today." Zhang Qi suggested: "Ming'er rice buds will be longer, and it will be easier to break the buds when you toss them." ”

In terms of planting, Ding Xuewei has no experience, Zhang Qi said this, she naturally listened, and she chose all the seeds, how could Zhang Qi have no idea.

Compared to the germination rate of one-tenth of rice grains, one-third of local cereals are not very good.

"There are a lot of waste seeds, do you want to send them for two more days?"

Zhang Dahua looked at the millet that was dug out and felt very distressed: "But after sprinkling some water one after another, I don't think there should be any big problems." ”

"Don't think so." Ding Xue said slightly, "The fabric will be moldy on a rainy day, let alone such a sprinkling of grain." ”

A roar every day, begging for tickets and collections...