Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

There were too many things to replace and buy. Li Haitang used a charcoal pen to mark on the paper. Fortunately, the original owner was literate, so she could write without any pressure.

Passing by the county sometime, the house left by the Ruan family to the siblings must be tidied up, it is their last escape route.

About half an hour later, the carriage entered the city and the road became wider. The border town gives people a relatively heavy feeling, full of quaint streets, mostly stone-built houses on both sides.

"There is a moat about 100 meters outside the city gate. The water flow is fast and there are many big stones beside the river."

This is not the first time Xiao Lingchuan has come here, and he is very familiar with the city. He probably talked more in the past two days than in the past few years combined. Unknowingly, there was no need to stop, but he didn't realize it.

The moat was used as a barrier, and the barbarians were not so arrogant, otherwise the people of Daqi would not have a peaceful life.

"About ten days or so, it will snow in the border town."

The winter in the north is long, from October of the lunar calendar to February and March of the following year, a whole half a year. The stone houses are solid, not like thatched houses. Otherwise, there will be too much snow, which will easily collapse the roof.

Fortunately, the village is good. Every household can collect firewood and use straw to make a fire. The people in the city can only rely on buying firewood or charcoal for heating.

"Brother Xiao, there are also butter tea sellers over there."

Li Jinhu couldn't bear it any longer. He poked his head out of the car window and pointed to a small stall in the corner with an excited tone.

Butter tea is a specialty of the barbarians. When he was a child, his father went to work in the city and brought back a pot for his siblings. He missed the taste very much.

Xiao Lingchuan parked the carriage at one side, Li Haitang took Li Jinhu out of the carriage, and the three of them sat at the same table.

"Boss, three bowls of buttered tea."

Li Haitang glanced at Xiao Lingchuan. The savage brother was not good at words, so she took the initiative to say, "And that sesame shortbread, serve it on a plate."

"Okay, little lady, come right away."

The boss is a small middle-aged man, he smiles three-fold when he sees people, and is very enthusiastic. There are many people coming and going to drink tea. He is busy all by himself, not in a hurry.

Li Haitang found that in the border towns, there were not a few women who showed their faces to do business, which may have something to do with the customs, and most of the people here were taller.

"Sister, the inside of this sesame cake is hollow, and there is sugar, so delicious!"

Li Jinhu is also a foodie, and when it comes to food, he can't stop talking. When Niang Ruan was alive, she liked to make a kind of snack, called Meicaiku Roubing.

The meat is baked with the best Jinhua ham, topped with sesame seeds, and when you take a bite, it is fragrant, crispy, crispy, and has a hint of sweetness. It is his favorite snack.

Jinhua ham is too expensive, and his mother can only satisfy his request during the Chinese New Year.

"Jin Hu, don't underestimate your sister and me, I will do it too!"

Every time parents are mentioned, the atmosphere has to be depressed for a while. Li Haitang was not the original owner, but she could still feel Ruan's love for her children. She patted her chest and praised Haikou.

She will make more than mei cai kuo meat pie.

Xiao Lingchuan remained silent, but when the siblings praised the sesame cakes, he stood up and bought a pack with the boss.

He thought, on the way back, he would go to the blacksmith shop in the town to make a simple oven, and bring it back for Li Haitang to cook for himself, and he would eat whatever he wanted. He had eaten her cooking and had great trust in Li Haitang's cooking skills.