The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

It can be said that this small water jar is a large thermos.

Calculating the number of officials, Zhou Yue filled a large earthenware pot with water, and Chunniang lit a fire and waited for the water to boil.

While Zhou Yue called Xuan Mo to bring in the cleaned stone slab, he quickly washed the wild vegetables and chopped them for later use.

Then he thought about it, took out another basin, poured some flour into it, and added a little salt. There was not much salt left in the salt jar.

There are so many things to buy, but only so much money.

Add flour and water, put in some chopped wild vegetables, and stir into a paste.

Zhou Yue hardened his heart and took out three eggs from the small basket and cracked them into the basket, which made Chunniang's eyes twitch.

If Qian knew about this, she would be heartbroken.

Over there, Xuan Mo placed the stone slab on another smaller stove eye. The middle of the stone slab was slightly lower.

It was quite suitable for making a frying pan, so she asked Xuan Mo to get some soft firewood, either straw or leaves would do.

When Xuan Mo lit the fire, the big pot of water at Chun Niang's side had already boiled.

Zhou Yue hurriedly threw in the chopped wild vegetables, and then, under the watchful eyes of Chun Niang and Xuan Mo, he beat two eggs into the bowl.

After stirring evenly, while stirring the wild vegetable leaves in the pot, hold the bowl of egg liquid and pour it high into the pot.

Soon the egg liquid changed color in the pot and became a pot of fragrant wild vegetable and egg soup.

Turn off the heat, cover the pot, and the soup is ready.

Zhou Yue asked Chunniang to call Qingmo in, then smeared a layer of oil on the stone slab and scooped a spoonful of the paste and spread it evenly on the stone slab.

A crackling sound was heard and the fragrance spread.

When Qingmo came in, Qian also came in, muttering in a low voice: Oh my God, it's over!

Zhou Yue asked Qing Mo to find Xie Ping, get the dry food they brought, and heat it up for them to eat.

Although the weather is not cold, it is still better to eat hot food.

After hearing this, Xie Ping went into the kitchen with a big bag of dry food without saying a word.

Smelling the fragrance filling the room and watching Qian lift the lid of the big pot and stir it, Xie Ping's eyes widened.

There should be a share for them in that big pot of soup. They will have a treat today and no longer have to eat hard dry food with cold water.

Zhou Yue had already finished frying a full pot of porridge, and the lard jar was completely empty.

Zhou Yue took the dry food handed to him by Xie Ping and roasted them one by one on the stone slab, on which there was still some residual oil.

Zhou Yue looked at the dry biscuits and steamed buns and said to Xuan Mo, "Turn down the fire."

As there were outsiders present, Qian didn't know what to say, so she walked out of the kitchen with a grin.

Xie Ping took a look at the lard jar and left.

He walked to Song Yuan who was sitting in the yard and whispered something, and Song Yuan nodded.

Then Xie Ping walked out of the yard and called over two of his men to give them some instructions.

The subordinate nodded, took the few pieces of silver given by Xie Ping, and rode away on horseback.

The others continued to pack up the tent, discussing tonight's meal while they worked.

In the yard, Song Yuan watched the redbud branches flying up and down in Grandpa Ning's hands, and soon they became a small backpack.

My eyes widened. What a skillful hand.

He was thinking that the small basket for storing fruits at home was already old, and he overheard his mother complaining that buying a new one was too expensive.

His mother likes these hand-woven things for home use, but doesn't like porcelain and lacquerware.

He asked, "Grandpa Ning, can you make something that is similar to a plate, but larger than an ordinary plate, and can hold fruits and nuts?"

As he spoke, he gestured a circle.

Old Ning is very willing to tell others about his expertise.

"Yes, that's easier. But the twigs are black and ugly. You have to use willow twigs to weave things that are placed on the table to hold food. The bark of willow twigs can be removed, and they are white, beautiful and clean."

"Then I'd like you to make a few for me. How much is each?"

"The official wants to give it to you. The willow branches are made by the river. They are just handicrafts and are not valuable. Don't pay for it."

"No, I'll buy it outside. How about you make one for me first and let me see how it looks."

Don't keep procrastinating and end up with something ugly. Your mother has seen good things and she won't look down on ordinary things.

"Well, that's just right. There are some willow branches in the water that are ready to be used to make toys for the children. Yang Mo, go get them. Yuan Ge'er, come and help. You two peel the willow branches and I'll make them."

Several people started to get busy.

When the meal was ready and served, Old Man Ning had already woven a wicker plate, a small wicker basket, and a wicker horse.

Song Yuan looked at this, picked up that, and was extremely curious about them.

"Great, old man. How much is this?"

Hearing him mention money again, the old man got angry.

"What are you talking about, sir? If I don't want money, I don't want money. Am I going to play tricks on you?"

"No, old man, you have to bend the willow branches, soak them, and peel them. You have to weave them so strong and beautiful. You have to pay me."

Seeing the two arguing, Zhou Yue put down the soup bowl and said, "Dad, you should ask for a price. Your craftsmanship is very valuable. Lord Song really wants to pay."

"Yes, I really mean it..."

"Well. Well, how about this, Lord Song? I sell this backpack at the market for thirty coins each, but it doesn't sell well. The villagers can weave a lot of them, and the brambles are everywhere in the mountains.

This willow branch is indeed a bit troublesome, but the small item you want does not require much and is easy to weave.

How about you give me five cents each?"

"Okay, it's a deal." Song Yuansheng agreed immediately, as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.

"I want six plates, six small baskets, and three ponies."

I have three nephews and nieces at home, and this is not one of their toys. Especially my two nephews, they like riding horses.

I also like horse toys, so I have to buy one for my niece as well, to treat them equally.

"Okay, there aren't enough willow branches. I'll pick them up tomorrow and soak them for three days before I can peel them. Then I'll hurry and weave them."

“Old man, there’s no rush. We’ll probably stay here for a few days.

After your family's matter is settled, we still have to go to the county's Zheng's Pharmacy and wait for a few days."

"Let's eat, Yuan Ge'er, Qing Mo, clean up."

Seeing that they had reached an agreement, Zhou Yue called people to eat.

When Mr. Ning heard that his daughter-in-law wanted to treat his legs, he agreed to go out of the house.

If he could continue to make money with his skills, it would be of great benefit to his recovery.

Therefore, Zhou Yue was happy to see Old Man Ning making things to sell.

Xie Ping came in, clasped his fists towards Zhou Yue and said, "Aunt Zhou, the boss will eat with you at home. Just give me our soup. We have our own tableware and can carry it to the tent to eat."

Uh, is the official's life so hard?

When Mr. Ning heard this, he refused to do it and shouted that the officials must be invited into the house for dinner. Seeing that Xie Ping did not move and only looked at Song Yuan, he was so anxious that he almost stood up.

Zhou Yue hurried forward to hold the old man down, so as not to worsen his condition before starting treatment.

She said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll go see how they eat."