Moo Bull stretched out his hooves and scratched his head, and called at her a few times, "Moo." ”

Jiang Zhimiao smiled, sped up the movements in his hand, and comforted: "Don't worry, it'll be fine for a while." ”

Looking at the grass seeds that had just been planted, she hammered her back, and happily fetched a bucket of water from the living water spring and poured it into the sink in the circle, and then retreated from the space.

She rubbed her eyes, washed up, and smelled the smell to the kitchen.

"Mother, why don't you sleep more."

"Ah, you're up." Xu Yourong wiped his hands and said with a smile.

Jiang Zhimiao nodded, "Well, Mingzhu Minghuai and they are still sleeping so soundly, why don't you sleep more?" ”

"What are you sleeping, there are a lot of things at home, don't you have to marinate the meat you bought yesterday? Besides, I've been like this all these years, and I can't sleep all the time. Xu Yourong wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and then lifted the lid of the pot and added a scoop of water to it.

"Mother, I've been busy early in the morning until now, you can rest first, and I'll do the rest." Jiang Zhimiao took the water ladle in her hand and pressed her to the bench next to the stove and sat down.

"You walked such a long way with a leg of mutton yesterday, so I'd better come." Xu Yourong got up and wanted to snatch the scoop from her hand, "It's not a heavy job, I'll do it, you better go back and rest." ”

Jiang Zhimiao pushed her and said busily to herself: "Mother, don't shirk, if you can't be idle, help me light the fire." She said without looking back.

Seeing that the fire under the stove was weakening, Xu Yourong was stunned and nodded, "Okay, then I'll light the fire for you." ”

Jiang Zhimiao swept around the stove, and after figuring out the ingredients, he quickly used the existing leeks and eggs at home to spread some leek egg cakes, and in addition, he also took out a plate of pickles from the pickle jar.

"Mother, the fire can be extinguished." Jiang Zhimiao leaned over and shouted under the stove, "Pack up and get ready to eat." She moved the pan to the plate and shouted.

"Don't say it, your cake stall is really good, it smells delicious." Xu Yourong put out the fire, and after washing his hands, he came to her, "The color and fragrance are complete, absolutely!" ”

She gave Jiang Zhimiao a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

"No matter how good my craftsmanship is, how can I have a mother's craftsmanship, mother, don't praise me." Jiang Zhimiao said, "The meal is ready, I'll go to see if Mingzhu and they are up, and I'll pack up and prepare for dinner in a while." ”

Xu Yourong nodded, and after quickly putting away the stove, he went into the back room with the food.

"Mother, it's so fragrant." Mingzhu rolled over and said, sniffing.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, don't rely on it, the food will be cold in a while, and you will have a bad stomach if you eat it." Xu Yourong smiled, and under her blazing gaze, put the food on the kang table.

After the words fell, Jiang Zhimiao quickly helped Mingzhu get dressed, and quickly took them to sit down at the table after washing.

After the meal was finished, the family began to get busy again.

The grass in the space was almost growing, Jiang Zhimiao took a moment to go in, and it was green and lush, and it was gratifying to look at.

She looked at it carefully for a while, but she didn't see any clue, the 1.0 version of the grass and the 2.0 version looked similar in appearance, and the growth time was also about the same, maybe there was only a difference in taste.

After quickly harvesting the pasture, she threw herself into the pen and carefully observed the reaction of the moo cows and bleating sheep.

As she had guessed, the 2.0 version of the grass was stronger than the 1.0 version of the grass just by the way they were humming and eating, and she also found that the 2.0 grass seemed to contain twice as much energy as the 1.0 grass.

Moo cows and baating sheep have a large appetite, thirty or fifty catties of pasture is only enough for them to eat a meal, according to past experience, they often stop talking at about forty catties.

But this time it was different, looking at the remaining grass in the feeding trough, Jiang Zhimiao's eyes sank, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Unexpectedly, the 2.0 version of the grass actually brought her such a big surprise, and it was really unexpected that the daily feeding effort could be doubled.

As for the time saved, she plans to go to the plane classroom to learn fertilizer-related knowledge, as the old saying goes, art is not pressing, and learning more crafts will not go wrong after all.

Besides, as soon as the year passes, it will be put into the ranks of farming, fertilizer, indispensable, thinking of this, Jiang Zhimiao's eyes crossed a heavy light.

When Jiang Zhimiao happily came out of the space, Mingzhu Minghuai was smearing the pickled sauce on the leg of mutton, seeing them pouting their little buttocks and doing it hotly, she teased a few words happily.

"Yo, which child is this family so diligent, they're all sweating."

As soon as Mingzhu heard this, her little hands paused, and she turned her head and smiled busily: "Sister, why have you been going for so long, I thought you fell into the latrine." ”

Jiang Zhimiao was immediately stunned by this sudden remark, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she hesitated: "It won't be long." ”

"Why hasn't it been long? Sister, are you constipated? Mingzhu asked with a look of concern with a little face.

She taught her the word constipation, but she didn't expect to teach it back and forth, but it was used on her own body.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled awkwardly and vetoed it: "Why is constipation inconvenient, don't care about me, or care about how to wipe this leg of mutton, if you do your job well, I will make you braised pork to eat at noon." ”

She rubbed her head and changed the subject.

Mingzhu clapped her hands happily and said happily: "Braised pork, I love to eat it, don't worry, I will work hard." She said with a firm face.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and praised a few words, and secretly said in her heart, you can't use the toilet as an excuse when you go back to the space, it's okay once or twice, but if you have more, you are suspected of constipation, the key is that it is not easy to refute, but it really hurts her.

The safest way is to lie on the bed and use the consciousness body to enter the space, enter it without realizing it, and come out without realizing it, two words, perfect!

After finalizing his mind, Jiang Zhimiao hummed a song, and after cleaning his hands, he also picked up a piece of meat and marinated it.

The salt of Daxu is the hard currency of the government, although it is not limited, but the quality is not good, and the yellow one is mixed with various unknown particles, and it is very toothy.

The salt of the cured meat was bought and replaced by her from the space, not that she was expensive, but the quality of the salt circulating on the market was too poor, and she really couldn't accept it because she tasted it.

The most important thing is that the salt still has a strange taste, even if you haven't eaten fine salt, you can't swallow it after eating a comparison, yes, when the fine salt was refined once in front of them, the salt at home was replaced by her with space goods.

(End of chapter)