Gu Lan wants to make mud bricks, and she needs molds made of wooden boards, but how to turn wood into wooden boards, she began to make difficulties again.

The family has no tools and no money, and wants to go to the village to find someone to borrow, but now these years, even a single straw in his own house has never been thrown out.

They are all poor.

What's more, the last time Gu Lan injured the Chen family in the second room, I don't know what Mrs. Gu said in the village, but now those women have taken a detour when they see her.

Gu Lan was ostracized.

She picked bellflowers, dried them in the sun, added them to the yellow mud as straw, and then stirred them vigorously with wooden sticks and shovels, so that the yellow mud became sticky and suitable for making mud bricks.

But he fell down at the lack of planks.

The endless physical work quickly hollowed out Gu Lan's body, she ate the most food every day, but she still couldn't eat enough, how could there be a reason to do physical work and drink porridge?

Gu Lan worked hard for two days in a row, and finally understood the hard work of the ancients.

But she didn't give up, and she couldn't find a plank, so she tried to find a square stone, piled three pieces together, poured mud into it, and finally pressed it with a smaller stone to tamp it.

Dry and shape in the shade, and finally take away the stones, and sure enough, a square mud brick is ready.

This is not enough, it also needs to be dried in the sun before use.

Such a stupid method is difficult, but it can also achieve the final effect.

Be stupid.

Zhu'er and Liang'er are looking for square stones all over the village, Gu Lan is making mud bricks at home, and even two-year-old Zhu'er knows how to look for edible wild vegetables nearby.

Although it was hard work, in two days, they made eight mud bricks!

The cassava was soaked for five days, and finally it was time to test the results.

Early in the morning, Gu Lan dragged her tired body to the back of the house and picked out the cassava piece by piece.

The soaked cassava is cleaned and cooked in a pot, which is very simple, and after a while, a rich aroma of starchy food comes out of the pot.

Gu Lan couldn't wait for the cassava to get cold, so she took out a piece, peeled it, revealing the white flesh inside, and took a bite, only to feel that the mouth was fragrant, the taste was slightly sweet, and it was still very different from sweet potatoes.

But the starch content is definitely only a little more!

Starch, which can supplement the energy needed by the human body, will be converted into glucose after being eaten by the human body, and glucose is extremely important for people, even if they don't eat, supplementing enough glucose can also maintain people's lives!

Gu Lan was almost about to cry, in the past few days, every day was millet porridge and wild vegetables, the fish and meat were not enough to supplement the nutrients they needed, and they had no strength after half an hour of physical work.

I have to grit my teeth and hold on.

Gu Lan didn't know how she persevered.

She savored the taste of cassava, waited for half an hour, did not feel any discomfort, and finally put her mind at ease.

Cassava can be eaten, so finally there is no need to worry about food!

She suppressed the joy in her heart, packed a few pieces of cassava and walked to the bedside, gently waking her younger siblings up.

"Zhu'er, Liang'er, Zhu'er, get up and eat."

Her voice was extremely gentle, but the matter of eating was almost engraved into the soul of the Gu family's children.

As soon as they heard these two words, the three little radish heads turned over and opened their eyes almost synchronously, and sat up.

"Ready?"

Gu Lan couldn't cry or laugh, and shook her hand: "Cassava, you can eat it, taste it." ”

"Cassava!" Zhu'er's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to take one, but he didn't start eating it immediately.

Instead, he peeled off the cassava, blew on the temperature, and handed the first one to Zhu'er.

Liang'er also took one and handed it to her brother, and then began to peel it for herself.

The moment the soft cassava was eaten, the eyes of the three children widened.

"There's sugar!"

"Sweet!"

"Good, Seven!"

In fact, cassava itself is not sweet, and they feel sweet because their saliva and starch combine and convert into glucose, which can taste a slight sweetness.

Gu Lan touched the three of them distressedly, "It's delicious, right?" Eat slowly, there is still food in the pot, and we will not lack food in the future! ”

"Great!"

There is indeed no shortage of food, but it is a big project to transport food from the mountains to continue soaking.

Tapioca has a high starch content, and it is easy to distangle after eating water, Gu Lan didn't dare to let them eat too much, for fear of bursting their stomachs.

One person ate two small pieces, and then ate them when he was hungry.

It's been a long time since I've eaten enough.

This kind of fullness is the kind of very satisfying and full eating, Gu Lan can feel it.

Without being in a hurry to continue making mud bricks, Gu Lan picked up the basket and picked up the hoe and went up the mountain again.

This time, Zhu'er and Liang'er also went together.

Liang Er looked at her sister at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu'er and Gu Lan went up the mountain to dig cassava, transported it to the foot of the mountain, piled it into a pile, and finally slowly transported it to their home.

The autumn day is crisp and crisp, and the sun is warm on the body.

At the foot of the mountain is sparsely populated, Liang Er sits cross-legged with Zhu'er, and next to it is a mountain of cassava as high.

"You can only eat a little, not too much, my sister said, if you eat too much, your stomach will burst."

"Ahh Sweet! Zhu'er opened her small mouth, and she was a little anxious when she couldn't wait for her brother's feeding, so she grabbed Liang'er's hand and wanted to put it in her mouth.

Liang Er was a little helpless, so she could only break a small piece of cassava meat and feed it to her.

"I can't eat any more."

Zhu'er's small mouth squirmed, nodded seriously, grabbed his hand and put it on his little belly, and said in a milky voice: "Rub it." ”

Sometimes she is very hungry, and my sister will rub her stomach like this, warm and comfortable.

Don't be afraid when you're full, just rub it.

Liang Er couldn't help her, so he nodded at her nose and said, "Zhu'er is a little gluttonous cat." ”

Zhu'er eats seriously, and whatever he says, as long as there is something to eat.

Gu Lan went up the mountain to dig cassava and worked hard to transport it home, which once again attracted the attention of people in the village.

"Gu Lan is afraid that she is really hungry and stupid, right? They all told her that the kudzu was poisonous, why did she dig so much back? ”

"Phew! She's not stupid, haven't you heard that she bought meat last time she went to the market? Where did she get the money to buy meat? Maybe she'll really be able to free up something good! ”

"Hey, it would be nice if the kudzu could really be eaten, there are so many kudzu trees on the mountain, how many people's stomachs can be filled, and so many people starve to death in the winter of the province!"

Some people are still watching from the shore, and some people are doing the same, learning from Gu Lan to dig trees and kudzu to go home, and eat a meal hard, and immediately vomit and diarrhea, almost dying.

The people in the village immediately stayed away from the tree and saw the tree and had to take a detour.

But this Gu Lan, why can't she get along with the poisonous tree kudzu?

Gu Lan didn't want to pay attention to them, she was very busy.

Every day after ramming the mud bricks, I have to go up the mountain to dig the kudzu, and then go to the house to carry it, and all my strength is used to work, so I still have the heart to deal with these gossip.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Lan had been here for ten days, the weather was gradually getting colder, and she soaked more than 300 catties of cassava.

Not enough, still not enough.

Gu Lan carried the basket on her back, calculating the amount of flour produced by a hundred catties of cassava in her heart, when suddenly a pair of legs appeared in front of her, blocking her way.