The happy little days of the Ye family

Ye Qingqing patted the plant ash on his hands and said happily: "We will have delicious roasted sweet potatoes to eat later!"

Roasting sweet potatoes is not so fast, Ye Qingqing plans to go back to the room and do embroidery for a while.

This time Ye Qingqing planned to make a large embroidery picture. She wanted to use the pattern she had embroidered before so that it would be less likely to make mistakes.

White silk and gold thread are too delicate. If you embroider them wrongly, you might end up ruining them.

Ye Qingqing returned to the room and took out two embroidery samples.

Ye Qingqing has only made paintings of Guanyin and Eight Immortals celebrating birthdays so far. The embroidery method of Guanyin is simpler, but Ye Qingqing has embroidered it many times. This time she wants to embroider a large picture of Eight Immortals celebrating birthdays.

There are many embroidery techniques used in the Eight Immortals Birthday Congratulations, which can consolidate the embroidery techniques that have been learned. If they can be used flexibly, Ye Qingqing's embroidery can be improved to a higher level.

Ye Qingqing first traced the pattern of the Eight Immortals' birthday congratulations on the white silk. This time the embroidery was relatively large. Ye Qingqing's hands were sore from painting, and only a quarter of it was completed.

Ye Qingqing stood by the window and moved his sore hands. At this time, there was a sweet smell. It was roasted sweet potatoes. The roasted sweet potatoes were ready.

Ye Qingqing closed the door and walked to the kitchen with brisk steps.

Ye Qingqing held a clean dustpan in one hand and a stick in the other, and pulled the sweet potatoes out of the stove in a few strokes.

Ye Qingqing gently pressed the roasted sweet potato with his hand. It was soft and had been roasted through.

The roasted sweet potatoes were fragrant. Ye Qingqing licked his mouth, feeling a little hungry.

Mr. Ye, who was packing dry goods in the cellar, suddenly said: "The roasted sweet potatoes are so fragrant. Who roasted the sweet potatoes?"

Mr. Ye didn't notice it until he said it. As soon as Mr. Ye said it, Father Ye and Ye Donglin also smelled the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

The three of them first cleaned the pigsty, and then tidied up in the cellar. They had already digested the food for breakfast and were hungry at this time.

Father Ye said happily: "It's raining and we don't have to work in the fields. At this time, we are the ones who are willing to roast sweet potatoes. I guess they are green roasted sweet potatoes."

Father Ye put down the things in his hands and asked Mr. Ye and Ye Donglin to go up and eat roasted sweet potatoes. "Let's go up and eat roasted sweet potatoes first. After eating, we will have the strength to work."

After saying that, he walked out quickly without waiting for the two of them.

Ye Qingqing came to the hall with roasted sweet potatoes and shouted loudly: "Grandma, mother, it's time to eat roasted sweet potatoes. Fragrant roasted sweet potatoes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Father Ye, Mr. Ye and Ye Donglin coming together.

"Dad, how did you know there were roasted sweet potatoes?"

Father Ye took a roasted sweet potato from the dustpan and said with a smile: "Your roasted sweet potato is so fragrant, we can smell it in the cellar."

"Besides, there's nothing to do on a rainy day. Sweet potatoes are food after all. The only one who wants to roast sweet potatoes at this time is you, the greedy little cat."

Ye Qingqing picked up a roasted sweet potato that was still hot to the touch and said unconvincingly: "If I were a little greedy cat, then you would be a big greedy cat, dad."

Old Mrs. Ye and Mother Ye also came over at this time. Old Mrs. Ye said jokingly: "You must have greedy people in the Ye family. Everyone in the house, old and young, are like starving ghosts. They just want to eat all day long." ."

Ye Donglin ate roasted sweet potatoes and said inarticulately: "Nai, you are also from our old Ye family, and you are also an old greedy cat."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Father Ye couldn't help laughing, and the others also covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

"I was led astray by you. Have you cleaned up the cellar where the grain is stored? The autumn harvest will be in one month. We need to empty the cellar to store grain as soon as possible." Old Mrs. Ye looked a little confused and changed the subject abruptly. .

Mr. Ye: "There is still a lot of grain stored at home, which can probably last until next year's summer harvest. We have moved the old grain out and reserved the innermost position for new grain."

"In addition, there are a lot of dry goods in the cellar, most of which are dried bamboo shoots, some dried mushrooms, and a lot of bamboo fungus. I plan to sell these dry goods after the autumn harvest, and the price will be higher at this time."

Old Mrs. Ye: "A lot of dry goods have been accumulated in the second half of the year. Is there still room in the cellar for the autumn harvest?"

Mr. Ye: "The cellar is still small. The dry goods already occupy half of the cellar. I plan to move half of the dry goods to the cellar where the sweet potatoes are stored."

"After the winter sweet potatoes are harvested, they are first stored in the yard and utility room. At the end of the year, the dry goods are sold, and then the sweet potatoes are returned to the cellar."

Father Ye suggested: "The cellar at home is not enough. Now that there is a bamboo forest mountain, the family will have more dry goods in the future. How about we dig another cellar?"

Mr. Ye also feels that the cellar at home is not enough. "It would be good to dig an extra cellar so that dry goods and grain can be separated."

"There is a cellar for grain storage, a cellar for dry goods, and the cellar originally used for sweet potatoes and bean dregs remains the same as before."

Old Mrs. Ye: "It's been raining for the past two days. Even if it stops raining tomorrow, everyone will go up the mountain to pick mushrooms. The day after tomorrow. Let's find someone to dig a cellar at home the day after tomorrow. Make it bigger. There will be a lot of dry goods in the two mountains."

After eating the roasted sweet potatoes, several people dispersed. Those who cleaned up the cellar went back to clean up the cellar. Ye Mu and Ye Qingqing went back to the house to continue making works, and Mrs. Ye also went back to continue making hair ties.

The fresh herbs that Tang Xiaojing recovered were processed in a relatively complicated way. In addition to steaming and drying, they also needed to be dried, and some other processing techniques were also added.

The father and son have been busy all morning, and they have only briefly dealt with some herbs that cannot be tolerated. The remaining herbs have to be slowly processed, which will take at least several days.

Tang Xiaojing and Tang Shan were busy preparing herbal medicine in the house and forgot the time for a while. It was not until Dahuang and Xiaohuang screamed with hunger outside the house and dug hard at the door that they realized that it was time for lunch.

Tang Xiaojing opened the door and found that it was still raining, but fortunately it wasn't raining heavily.

Tang Shan took out two oil-paper umbrellas and handed one to Tang Xiaojing.

Tangshan looked at the big yellow and small yellow that were in a mess, and then looked at the pitted yard that was hit by the rain.

"Big Huang and Xiao Huang like to play in water. If they go to Ye's house by themselves, they will probably be covered in mud. Why don't we just carry these two little guys to Ye's house."

Tang Xiaojing: "Okay, you can just carry her over, otherwise you will get sick easily if you get wet."

Tang Xiaojing held up the oil-paper umbrella, picked up Xiao Huang, held the oil-paper umbrella in one hand and held Xiao Huang in the other, and stood under the eaves waiting for Tangshan to lock the door.

The father and son held the dog in one hand and held an umbrella in the other, and walked slowly towards Ye's house. The two little guys were usually used to walking on their own, but they were not happy being held in the arms of the father and son, and struggled to go down and play in the water.

Tangshan held down the lively Dahuang, pinched the soft flesh on the back of Dahuang's neck, and carried Dahuang to Ye's house.

Xiao Huang, who was next to him, suddenly became quiet when he saw Da Huang sneaking away with his hands, and stayed obediently in Tang Xiaojing's arms.