At night, I naturally eat bamboo tube rice, soaked diced bacon and blanched bamboo shoots, plus soaked white rice, mixed with soy sauce and salt, stuffed into a bamboo tube that chiseled out a small hole after being cut into a section, and then filled with appropriate water, and then plugged the chiseled small hole with a sharpened wooden stopper, and gently patted twice with the back of a knife after plugging, so that no water will flow out of the small hole.

Then put the bamboo tube on the fire to roast, and turn the bamboo tube from time to time, and add firewood into it from time to time, after the surface of the bamboo tube is burned, the rice inside is considered cooked.

After the bamboo tube is not hot, use a machete to split one at each end of the bamboo tube, and then break the bamboo tube vigorously, and the fragrant bamboo tube rice can be enjoyed.

Licking Ling Ruixi's fingers straight after eating, if it weren't for the fear that he would eat too much and not digest the accumulated food, Ling Xiaorou really couldn't bear to look at his eager eyes after being robbed of food.

But in Ling Xiaorou's opinion, the bamboo tube rice made of white rice is worse than that of glutinous rice, and it is still fragrant and delicious made of glutinous rice.

Even if the tourists passing by the stall buy a few skewers and eat them on the road, it is also very cheap compared to the large plate of barbecue, and the average person can afford to eat it.

Fortunately, every family here in Bamboo Village will make bamboo, even women's craftsmanship is not blown, although Ling Xiaorou has never done it before, but the craftsmanship of the original master to make bamboo is still very good, Ling Xiaorou only tried a few times to cut out the bamboo has a good look, and the speed is also fast.

It's just that after the stall is really popular, she won't have time to cut bamboo sticks, and then she will have to find someone to do it, but fortunately, there is no difficulty in making bamboo sticks.

It was the little Ling Ruixi who followed him, holding a knife that Ling Feng had made for him at the beginning and cutting a few of them, and he looked passable.

After sharpening the bamboo skewers, it was almost dark, and the poor family had no lamp oil, so Ling Xiaorou took Ling Ruixi to lie down early, just waiting for tomorrow dawn to go to the county, buy all the ingredients and tools to be used, and the day after tomorrow will almost be able to set up the stall.

Because of the bad memory of last night, Ling Xiaorou put the machete next to her pillow when she slept, in case Ding Caiwang dared to come again, she couldn't let him take advantage of it even if she tried to kill people.

Fortunately, the night passed peacefully, and when she saw the bright sky outside, Ling Xiaorou, who hadn't slept much all night, finally put her mind at ease.

But such days are always not a problem, and it is still the last word to make money and buy a house as soon as possible.

First, he boiled a pot of white porridge, used up the rest of the white rice, and mixed a shredded bamboo shoot, which woke up the sleeping Ling Ruixi.

After breakfast, she was ready to go out, and when she left, Ling Xiaorou didn't forget to put on a hat, blocking most of her face with a low pressure.

Don't look at the family is poor, but the hat is brand new, after all, the village is famous for bamboo, and there are many other than bamboo.

I used to go to the county to buy things by taking the ox cart of He Er's family in the village, two copper coins when I went, two copper coins when I came back, and more than a dozen women crowded into a cart, and they entered the city in a bump.

The child was held in his arms and did not collect any additional money, but Ling Xiaorou couldn't take out two copper coins, and only had a piece of silver given by Qu Hongan in her hand, so she couldn't take the silver to pay for the car?