Everyone who farms knows that at this time, the most annoying encounter is rain and even cloudy days, Song Hongguo has no good way, seeing his entangled and hesitant expression, he reminded him, "Uncle, this kind of thing, I would rather believe it than believe it, otherwise it will rain in the middle of the night, and then I want to go to the field to pick up dried sweet potatoes, but it will be too late, soak in the rain, and then catch up with the cloudy day, put it in the warehouse, isn't it waiting for the long hair to deteriorate?" ”

Zhao Baoqing thought of that kind of consequence, and his eyes finally became firm, "You're right, we can't gamble on this kind of thing, we can't afford to lose, that's the ration of the whole village in the second half of the year, if something really goes wrong, who will take it?" If there is no rain, at most it will be a lot of effort, and it will be dried tomorrow. ”

Song Hongguo knew that Zhao Baoqing could listen to it, and after relieving his heart, he asked curiously, "Uncle, what did we do in our village when we encountered this kind of thing before?" ”

Zhao Baoqing sighed, "What else can I do?" We ordinary people are watching the sky to eat, but God's face, sometimes say that change will change, we may not be accurate, can have a preparation in advance is good, sometimes the rain is urgent, the big guy is busy with what, sweet potatoes soaked in rainwater, and then can be sun-dried and saved, if it encounters even cloudy days, alas, it will be moldy, can only feed pigs, some people are reluctant to throw, but eat diarrhea......"

Song Hongguo asked, "Can't you dry it with fire?" ”

Zhao Baoqing shook his head sadly, "If it's less, it's okay, but if it's too much, you can't manage it." ”

Song Hongguo suggested, "If you can rescue a little bit, if you have a kang at home, you can try a kang on it, spread it on it, bake it overnight, and it should be able to dry." ”

Zhao Baoqing heard this, his eyes lit up a little, every household is coiled with a clay kang, in order to keep warm in winter, there will be a hole under the kang to burn firewood, the clay kang can sleep the whole family of more than a dozen people, the area is not small, it is enough to dry a sack, and it will definitely be able to get back a lot with fire.

Song Hongguo said again, "If it's cloudy, and the sweet potatoes are too dry to bake, then don't wait for them to get moldy, just break them, soak them in water, precipitate the starch, and keep them to make vermicelli, at least it won't be wasted." ”

Zhao Baoqing nodded when he heard this, "Yes, yes, it's really not good, there is such a way out, I will arrange it, prepare early, and save time to catch blind ......"

After taking two quick steps, he turned around and said, "Hongguo, thanks to you this time......

Song Hongguo smiled, "You still need to say kind words to me?" Go ahead and get busy. ”

"Hey, hey......"

The stone mill is not far from the entrance of the village, and when the mother and son arrived with the cart, it happened that someone was using it, and the other party was still an acquaintance.

Rong Jingyue didn't expect to see Song Hongguo, so she was stunned and stopped, "Doctor Song? You didn't go to work today? ”

Compared with her restraint, Song Hongguo was much more self-assured, and greeted with a smile, "Yes, you are resting today, and you also grind dried sweet potatoes?" ”

Rong Jingyue responded, looking still a little uncomfortable.

Since Rong Jingyue and Qiao Yonghui have not met, their relationship is not as good as before.

Song Hongguo asked casually, "Why didn't you go to play with me?" ”

Rong Jingyue smiled reluctantly, "I'm afraid of causing you trouble." ”

"I didn't bother!"

“…… Then I'll be able to find you sometime. ”

"Okay!"

Rong Jingyue's work had reached the end stage, swept the finely ground sweet potato powder on the stone into the sack, said a few words to her, and walked away on his shoulder.

Song Hongguo looked at her back as she left, frowned, and asked Ling Zhi, "You are in the village, have you heard any gossip from the Qiao family?" ”

Ling Zhi's news is better than her, and when she hears it, she won't hide it, "It's some gossip, most of them say that Uncle Qiao is newly married to the daughter-in-law who enters the door, yes, it's the eldest lady, just has a face, can't do the work in the field, and I don't know what the Qiao family is trying to marry such a daughter-in-law, some people speculate that Uncle Qiao's identity is not good, and the family is a heavy drag, so he can only marry a woman who doesn't use it, otherwise he has to beat the single, and he said ......"

"What else?"

"Others said that the scar on Aunt Qiao's face was left by being bullied, saying that she was not clean or something, in short, the words were not good."

Song Hongguo then understood why Rong Jingyue didn't go to her after she got married, she was originally a little evasive because of the composition, but now with these gossips, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not have inferiority, no wonder she saw her just now, without the previous generosity, she still thought that she noticed something, or Qiao Yonghui's mother stopped her.

"Mom, you and Aunt Qiao knew each other before, right?"

"Well, she went to see her mother."

Ling Zhi wanted to speak and stopped, "You are not afraid of ......"

Song Hongguo touched his head, "It's not her who is wrong, okay, don't talk about this, I'm working, after grinding the powder, I have to go home to make powder." ”

The dried sweet potatoes were evenly spread on the stone platform, Song Hongguo pushed the mill hard, and at first he didn't feel it, but after a few turns, he found that this work was not only laborious, but also dizzy.

But the two children couldn't push it, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she could only grit her teeth and hold on.

When the toss was over, she remembered that she still had a few bags of dried sweet potatoes at home, and said breathlessly, "I won't come to grind again in the future, let's spend money to get it at the mill in the town." ”

There is an electric mill in the town, which is very convenient, Song Hongguo is not reluctant to spend money, but I heard that the powder ground by a stone mill is more delicious than that processed by a machine, so I came to experience it.

When she got home, she didn't have the strength to do anything else, so she simply ate lunch, lay down on the kang, slept for a while, and then got up again to relieve herself, and finally had the strength to hold the powder.

Making flour skin is similar to making cold skin, after steaming one by one, take it off, dry it on a bamboo pole, and when it dries thoroughly, it is a flour skin, or you can cut it into wide strips and keep it for hot pot to eat.

When Song Hongguo was busy, the system finally came back.

"Host ......"

"If you don't squeak, I'm going to forget about you."

The system laughed dryly twice, "I didn't mean to drag it out and not come back to see you, it's that the outside business hasn't been done, hehe, long live understanding." ”

"Don't fix these vain heads, let's get down to business."

"Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Are there many more?"

"Of course, otherwise how can you be worthy of my hard work outside, why do you spend most of the day?"

Seeing that it was about to its tail with anger, Song Hongguo's curiosity couldn't help but increase, "Let's talk about Feng Qiuping first." ”

The system laughed happily a few times first, "She, it's embarrassing this time, those two women are not fuel-efficient lamps, it is estimated that it was Chen Guowei's idea, and when she arrived at the art troupe, she didn't say that she was blackmailed in private, and directly accused her in the open, a handful of snot and a bag of tears, crying is called miserable, as if she was trampled by Feng Qiuping, Feng Qiuping's face was dark......"

"Huh? Didn't your colleague block you? Do you see it so clearly up close? ”

"Uh, hey, it didn't bother me, what do you mean? Don't maintain the face and secrets of its host anymore? Broken jar broken? ”

(End of chapter)