Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

The spicy Polygonum is still not fine enough after being processed in this way. The rice has been ground into powder by stone grinding. I might as well take the crushed Spicy Polygonum and try it.

Xiao Yuchen: "Master Wife, our stone mill has ground a lot of things, but this grass is the first time."

Shi Yan: "This is my first time seeing you too."

The whole family gathered around the stone mill, and the cattle kept pulling the stone mill to turn it. Sure enough, the spicy Polygonum mixed with a pungent smell became minced.

Shi Le'an covered her nose and asked, "Mom, this stuff tastes so pungent. It's not like rice. It's fragrant even when ground."

"That's right. Wheat is also fragrant. This smell feels so strange." Song Lingjia hid a little further away.

Song Tingran smiled and explained to the children at home that the branches and leaves of the spicy Polygonum are spicy, just like peppers, which are naturally spicy.

Now grind it up. The smell inside the branches and leaves is naturally offensive to the nose, but it is not harmful to people.

The Zaizai looked like they had learned something, and Xiao Yuchen was very excited. He had begun to look forward to the rice wine being ready and would drink it all in one gulp.

The stone grinder was much faster. Song Tingran mixed the rice flour and spicy Polygonum powder that he had just made, but he did not dare to mix them directly, but used a spoon to mix them.

Wen Ci poured warm water into the big basin, and Song Tingran stirred it. The basin gradually changed its appearance, and it looked like dough.

Song Changyue stretched out his finger and pressed the "dough". It was soft and felt like dough, but it was a bit rougher than white flour. If it were multigrain noodles, it would be more vivid.

"It's amazing. That pile of grass just now turned into this."

"I'll try too."

The cubs all touched the mixture of rice flour and spicy polygonum, and they were all very curious.

Wen Li pondered for a long time and asked, "My wife, can this be made into noodles?"

Wen Ci also turned his attention. The two of them were obsessed with the recent incident at the Song Family Restaurant. Whatever they saw, they wanted to add it to the recipe for the new restaurant's opening.

"Well, I don't think this is allowed. I've never heard of it. Let's just make small balls."

The boys nodded repeatedly and watched seriously as Song Tingran casually picked off a small piece and rolled it into a small ball in the palm of his hand.

Song Lingjia: "It should be good to use this for snowball fights."

Song Qingyi: "No, it's so cold in winter. It will definitely freeze hard. This is a hit. I guess I won't have to go to the school for the whole winter."

Song Chuan chuckled.

The speaker said this unintentionally, but the listener intended it. Song Lingjia started to think crookedly again.

At first she wanted to find a husband who was far away, but it was too difficult and she gave up.

Then she wanted to learn a musical instrument, but she asked her sisters and brothers at home and they all said that the sound of the piano last night was very unpleasant, but she didn't know about the suona, so she put it on hold for the time being.

Now the new idea was to get hurt, but Song Lingjia was afraid of pain. She didn't want to be really hurt, so even if she stayed at home, it would be meaningless. She finally decided to find an opportunity to pretend to be sick.

Chang Yuqiao had been paying attention to Song Lingjia for a long time. Everyone was making dumplings, but she was the only one having fun, with a rich expression on her face.

"Jiajia?"

"Ah? Third daddy, you called me? What's wrong?"

"It's okay. I see you are dazed. Are you tired? Do you want to go back to the house and rest?"

Song Lingjia was struggling. This was a good opportunity to pretend to be sick. It happened that he didn't have to go to the school tomorrow, but he was really suffering in his heart.

"Third daddy, I'm fine. I was just stunned. I'll try to make a small ball."

Chang Yuqiao smiled and handed her a piece. Song Lingjia immediately took it and started rubbing it in his hands.

Before I knew it, while talking and laughing, I had made yeast balls of about the same size.

"Yu Chen, go get some straw and put the yeast balls on it to dry."

'it is good. '

I was afraid that Manfu would be dishonest if I left it in the field, so I finally placed it on the ground in the inner courtyard to dry, with straw spread underneath and a layer of cover on top.

酒曲

After all this work, everyone was a little tired, so we didn't do anything for dinner. We just looked at what else was in the kitchen and just took a bite.

Song Lingjia's dog sneaked into Qiao Jinshu's house. After all, this was her father, and she still wanted to solve problems with him.

"Dad, I want to learn suona." Song Lingjia said seriously.

"Do you think I look like Suona?"

Qiao Jinshu touched Song Lingjia's head and found that it wasn't hot at all. It started to feel weird during the day, but it got worse at night.

"Dad, I'm serious. I want to learn a craft. Sister Yueyue can learn guzheng, so why can't I learn it?"

This made Qiao Jinshu less confident. In principle, it was okay for Song Lingjia to want to learn an instrument, but why did it have to be the suona.

It's not that there's anything wrong with suona, it's that Song Lingjia has never been exposed to it and can't even describe what it looks like. It's outrageous that she wants to learn it.

"Jiajia, tell me the truth. Are you interested in something expensive and impractical? Or have you gotten into trouble and want to take a detour from learning musical instruments?"

"Oh, Dad, is this the image I have in your mind? I just want to learn suona, and my heart beats for suona."

"...That's fine, just learn. Just think about it. I'll tell your mother another day and find a master for you."

"Let's do it now. It's really too late. Time waits for no one. If I study one more day, I will gain one day."

"Song Lingjia, you are so strange that I don't recognize you..."

One large and one small stood at the side of Wen Ci's door. The candle inside was still on, but there was no sound, and he didn't know what he was doing inside.

"Jiajia, why don't you come back tomorrow? It's really not good to be so late." Qiao Jinshu was afraid that Wen Ci would be unhappy if he disturbed this beautiful night.

"That... Dad, you are right. I don't want to go either. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay, Jiajia is the best."

The two left silently again. At this moment, Song Tingran and Wen Ci in the inner courtyard were looking at the positions upstairs.

"Master Wife, Jinshu and Jiajia, do you have anything to do with you? They have been standing at the door of my house for a long time."

Wen Ci looked at the koji pieces and added some straw on top.

"Looking for me? Isn't it at the door of your house? It should be when you have something to do, right?"

"Well, that's also possible."

At the corner of the second floor, Song Lingjia returned to the third floor. Qiao Jinshu went down to the first floor and saw the two people in the courtyard at a glance.

"Master Wife, Fifth Brother, when did you get here?" He was surprised. Apparently when he took Song Lingjia upstairs just now, there was still no one in the courtyard.