Mo Min is the only daughter in their family, and she married in the next village.

Liu's family does raise a lot of chickens, ducks and geese, etc., mainly because his family has no men and no fields.

The chickens, ducks and geese that are usually raised either lay eggs and sell them in the town, or sell them whole to others to eat meat when they don't lay eggs.

Mo Jingchun thought for a while, went to the back vegetable garden and pulled out two watery radishes and a handful of winter amaranth, and handed them to Liu: "Auntie, you and Uncle Ming have a taste of what they grow at home." ”

Liu Shi said happily: "Cheng, go back quickly, your grandmother has come out to ask a few times." ”

Hearing that Gao was looking for him, Mo Jingchun hurriedly trotted back to the house.

She was still carrying eggs in her hand: "Grandma, Aunt Ming sent more than a dozen eggs, and I gave her two turnips." ”

Gao was talking to Mo Qinglinna for her, and said with a smile: "Your Aunt Ming is generous and righteous, and we can have more contact with their family in the future." ”

Gao's meaning is not that they can take advantage, but that the Liu family is simple and not tired to get along, unlike Zhou's.

Mo Jingchun snorted, and said casually: "Grandma, I see that the second uncle has gone to the ground, so we have to loosen the ground, right?" ”

"yes." Gao put down the needle and thread in his hand, "What about Qinglin?" Tell him not to go to bed at noon, and go to the field with me. ”

She got up and rubbed her face with water, feeling less groggy and groggy.

Mo Jingchun was worried that her body was not well, and she felt uncomfortable on the ground: "Grandma, let's go with my uncle." Anyway, she did a lot in her previous life, and she will "learn" by pretending later.

Gao shook his head: "No, what are you going to doll for?" "Her thighs are not as thick as her arms, and people are going to say that she is abusing her granddaughter.

After thinking about it, Mo Jingchun compromised and said: "Then, I'm at home, tidy up the vegetable garden in the back room?" Cucumbers and beans can be planted. ”

Naturally, it is impossible for the Gao family not to let her do anything, and the work at home cannot be done by two people.

Growing vegetables was not a difficult task, so Gao agreed, brought her a bag of seeds, and told her that the craftsman who repaired the kitchen would come in the afternoon, and told her to pay attention to closing the door of the house.

At noon, they ate a few coarse buns left by the Gao family, which were leftover from yesterday's banquet, as well as a few pots of leftover fish and radish.

So I didn't use much of the things in their kitchen, and when it was hot, it was served.

Mo Qinglin ate two buns with fish, and he couldn't eat them anymore: "Mother, I still have to eat leftovers for a few days?" ”

Gao made a gesture to hit him with chopsticks: "Do you think you have meat to eat?" ”

Mo Qinglin flattened his mouth, it's not that he doesn't want to eat meat, it's just that it's greasy, Zhou's cooking is not delicious, and there are two days left, I'm afraid that the pigs in the pig trough won't be able to eat.

Mo Jingchun volunteered and said, "I'll cook tonight." ”

Gao thought that if they went to the field in the afternoon, they probably wouldn't come back so early in the evening, so he agreed.

"Chun'er, take the egg cake given by Aunt Ming!"

Mo Qinglin was very happy.

Gao glared at him, but didn't stop it, just said that she didn't need it herself, just let Mo Jingchun brand them.

After lunch, Gao and Mo Qinglin left, and Mo Jingchun began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Then they came to the vegetable garden behind the house, and after the family split up yesterday, the Zhou family separated their house from their side overnight with a fence tied with wooden branches.

I really can't wait, I should be afraid that they will steal their own food.

Mo Jingchun glanced at the crooked fence, and then picked up the hoe to reinforce it. In the future, I'm afraid that they will still be angry on their side, so that cats and dogs will steal it.

While doing this, the craftsman came, and she led the people to the open space behind her house, and began to measure and lay the foundation.

She turned around and continued into the vegetable garden, reinforcing the fence.

After finishing it, she patted the mud on her hands and began to turn over the soil and plant vegetables.

She was busy until the sun was setting, and it was about time for her to react that it was time to make dinner.

Jingzhou is located in the middle belt, rice and pasta are eaten, and the farmland has also begun to popularize the rotation of water and drought.

The rice planted here is still a single crop, and most of the rice in the village since Mo Jingchun's grandfather's generation has been planted in one round of rice and one round of wheat, three crops in two years, and some beans will be planted intermittently to balance the soil fertility.

Mo Jingchun put away the tools and the remaining vegetable seeds, wrapped them and put them back in their places.

I washed my hands, took some water and used it to mix the noodles, this time beating two eggs, and the kneading noodles were more chewy and smooth.

I went to the backyard and chopped a handful of shallots and kneaded them in.

The leftover dishes at noon are estimated to be unable to eat another meal, so she picked and chopped out a few pieces of fat and thin meat and some plum vegetables, chopped them into fine cubes and wrapped them in cakes, and made them into plum vegetables and minced meat baked cakes.

This dish Zhou's originally wanted to make roasted pork with plum vegetables, the dried vegetables made by a good cook absorb the meat fat and remove the astringency and fragrance, and the pork absorbs oil through the dried vegetables, fat but not greasy, and it is a salty and fragrant dish.

However, the meat selected by Zhou was too lean, and the simmering time was not enough, and the meat was stuffed and the aroma was not enough, wasting a whole piece of good meat.

In her previous life, Mo Hu asked Mo Jingchun to go out to find odd jobs to subsidize the family, and she was idle all day long, or she went to gamble, and she was looking for a cook helper in a neighboring village called Aunt Hu.

Aunt Hu has a very good reputation in the nearby township, and it is said that her husband is the chef of the county restaurant, so he knows a lot of dishes.

The banquet is cheap and delicious, so everyone likes to invite her for wine, and when they are busy, they want to find a few helpers.

Aunt Hu wanted to find a female cook, but the salary was not high, and the older woman was not willing to leave the man and child at home, so Mo Jingchun went to the door to try a few dishes.

Not only did she pass the test, but she was also praised by Aunt Hu for her talent, and often taught her some things other than recipes.

In Gao's eyes, Mo Jingchun is still a child who can only make steamed buns, but with the memories of her previous life, she can naturally make many different flavors.

I spread three sheets in one go, and the remaining agents steamed the green onion cookcake separately, and saved it to eat tomorrow morning.

Mo Jingchun wrapped the baked cake in a clean cloth and carried the small basket to the field.

Yongye fields are generally divided in a relatively distant place, and the fertility is not enough, and Mo Changlin's twenty acres are all at the bottom of Lianlu Mountain, and he has to walk a few miles from the end of the village.

Mo Jingchun had to rest for a while just after walking with his current small body, after all, he had walked for so long during the day.

She happened to be leaning against the big rock on the side of the road to catch her breath, and Bo Qingshan didn't know what to do when she went out, and ran into her again.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows at Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun got up silently and said, "Brother Bo, I'll go deliver food." ”

"Deliver food to whom? It smells so good. He shook the tip of his nose and smelled the smell of dried plum cabbage.

I just came here today, and it was so careless that I didn't invite a cook at home!

In my previous life, I ate Hang Sheng's meals that were difficult to swallow for several months, and only later did I develop my cooking skills. Just now Hang Sheng brought out a plate of black gadgets, which reminded him of such a thing, how could he not want to go through such a process again in this life.

Bo Qingshan hadn't eaten it yet, and when he smelled the aroma of the plum dried vegetable baked cakes, his stomach screamed twice.

He felt good about himself, but in Mo Jingchun's eyes, he was already hungry, and he was struggling whether to share him.

Seeing that he didn't mean to snatch his dinner, Mo Jingchun struggled and took the initiative to expose the cloth bag: "Brother Bo, you... Are you either? The cake I baked, the taste should be okay. ”

Anyway, I brought three of them, gave him my own, and there were green onion cakes to eat when I went back.