The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Xuan Mo's face suddenly fell, and he moved slowly and reluctantly.

At this time, several children from the village ran over, holding wooden buckets and strainers in their hands, and called Xuanmo to go catch the fish.

Zhou Yue looked at Xuan Mo's eyes that lit up again, smiled, and said, "Go ahead, but be careful not to fall into the deep water pit."

Xuan Mo agreed immediately.

Among those children were Tao Mo, the two brothers Xiao San and Xiao Si from the neighboring family, and several children from the Ning family.

With the help of others these days, the work on this field was completed very quickly.

Qian thought that it was a bit far to move to another piece of land, so she decided to go home early and ask her eldest daughter-in-law to make her another pot of soup. She also wanted to make more so that the family could share.

When the group walked back home, Chunniang had not yet started cooking dinner.

She was a little surprised to see everyone coming home early, thinking she was late for cooking.

Zhou Yue comforted her with a smile, put his arm around her shoulders and walked into her and Yuan Mo's bedroom.

Let her rest and tell her to make dinner herself.

When Zhou Yue walked into the kitchen, he heard the door open. Perhaps the yamen runners were going out for something.

After a while, Xie Ping came into the kitchen with a large piece of pork.

Following behind was Xie An, holding a cloth bag.

"Aunt, my master feels it's not right to let you teach me skills and eat your food for free.

Yesterday he asked someone to go to the county to buy a piece of meat and a few pounds of salt.

The brother on the fast horse is back, and you just need to cook, see if it can be used?"

When Zhou Yue took a look at the piece of pork, he found that it was more fat than lean, and was exactly the kind of meat that the villagers liked.

The salt is also finer and whiter than the salt we have at home.

She was extremely happy because she had been in this place for several months and had never eaten meat.

The salt didn't taste very good either, it was big lumps of salt and was black in color.

She thanked him repeatedly, then walked out of the kitchen to thank Song Yuan, who was sitting in the yard drinking tea.

Then, seeing that it was still early, he went to discuss with Qian: "Mother, look, the official sent such good pork and salt.

Why don't I boil them down to oil while it's still light today, and make dumplings with the oil residue while the officials are here?"

When Qian saw the piece of meat, her eyes lit up. She said, "Well, the officials are really good people. They gave us such a big gift after just a few meals."

After saying that, she asked Zhou Yue to boil the oil while she went to knead the dough.

Zhou Yue called Qing Mo to light the fire, and Yuan Mo went to the backyard to cut some leeks.

The two agreed and everyone got busy.

After a while, the fragrance drifted through the courtyard, refreshing people.

In the kitchen, Zhou Yue was busy and sweating.

There was a sizzling sound in the large earthenware pot as the fat slowly melted. I scooped it out with a spoon and put it into an oil can that had been placed next to it.

After a while, the oil gradually disappeared, leaving only some small pieces of pork, which were the oil residue.

This oil residue is a good thing. It tastes great when used to stir-fry dishes or make dumplings.

That piece of meat was used to make two cans of lard, which was enough to eat until the New Year.

Zhou Yue did not save the remaining oil residue. He chopped it up, put it into the chopped leeks, and mixed it with salt.

Chives have a strong flavor, so there is no need to add onions. Just cut a small piece of minced ginger and put it in to mix the filling.

It wasn't easy for these yamen runners either. Zhou Yue saw that the inner garment exposed on Xie Ping's wrist was patched.

The saint of the time is poor himself, and his subordinates are also poor.

He was slightly better to the civil officials, but his salaries to the military generals and this bunch of petty clerks were indeed pitifully low.

Fortunately, Song Yuan was a civil servant, but his burden was too heavy, and no matter how good he was to his subordinates, he could not give them much money.

Qian's family also prepared the dumpling dough, which was a mixture of white flour and corn flour.

It was as big as a pottery basin. Yes, there were so many people, and they were all heavy laborers, so they must have eaten a lot.

It is being wrapped here and cooked in a big pot over there. The first pot that comes out is served out first to the officials.

Under the auspices of Grandpa Ning, Mrs. Qian, and Yuan Mo, Song Yuan took the lead in eating dumplings.

After taking the first bite, Song Yuan almost cried.

It’s so fucking delicious.

It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten something so delicious.

Even the emperor’s palace banquet didn’t have anything as delicious as this.

Song Yuan ate three big bowls with tears in his eyes.

In the end, he felt too embarrassed to ask anyone to serve him any more, so he glared at Xie Ping who was about to get a fourth bowl, and put down his chopsticks.

Seeing that Song Yuan seemed not full, Qing Mo immediately brought him another large bowl and, when the time was right, poured the soup into his bowl.

Now you have to eat it even if you don’t want to.

Xie Ping ran to the kitchen with a smirk on his face and came out a moment later with a bowl of dumpling soup.

In the end, Song Yuan was the only one who ate four bowls of dumplings and drank three bowls of soup.

Song Yuan woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and touched his face with his hand, which was still hot.

This edible impression has left a lasting impression.

After the yamen runners finished eating, it was the Ning family's turn to eat.

Plates of dumplings were served on the table, but Xuan Mo had not come back yet.

As it was getting dark, Zhou Yue and Qian looked out the door several times.

Just as I was getting anxious, I heard a voice coming from the village entrance.

Then, in the shadows, a group of people broke through the twilight and walked towards the village.

Zhou Yue felt relieved when he saw it.

When they got closer, he angrily said, "You little bastards, you came back so late, don't you know your family members are worried and anxious?"

The other children were so frightened that they dared not breathe. Zhou was particularly bad at talking. The adults in the family were so scared by her scolding that they dared not open their mouths.

Not to mention children, they might even be beaten by her when she gets angry.

Xuan Mo quickly put down the bucket in his hand and said, "Mom, we caught a lot of fish, look, several buckets are full.

We went to Yu's hometown, but there were too many fish, so we came back late."

As he spoke, he took the bucket and showed it to Zhou Yue. Zhou Yue saw that the small wooden bucket was dark and he couldn't tell the size of the fish.

"The river is dangerous. Be careful even during the day, let alone so late at night. Can you see the road?"

"You can see it, you can see it, we are all back, all safe and sound."

As they talked, they walked back to Ning's house.

When the other family members saw the child come back, they were relieved.

Xuan Mo ran to the kitchen and pulled out a large wooden basin, placed it in the yard, and said to his friends:

"Pour it all in, quick. It's too late today. I have to feed the chickens tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the children poured the fish in the small wooden barrels into the large wooden basin.

"Is this all given to our family?"

Zhou Yue asked the children to wash their hands and then asked them to take dumplings from the plate on the table.

The dumplings made by the villagers were big, and today's fillings were very solid, so the children each took two and stuffed them into their mouths.

At the same time, he did not forget to say: "Xuan brother, when we have time, let's go fishing again. Don't forget to call me..."

Xuan Mo looked at his mother with her mouth wide open and said, "Mom, have you forgotten that they don't have chickens at home, the fish are all for our family."

"Oh, this fish, don't they eat it?"

Zhou Yue felt strange.

"Eat? How do you eat this little fish? Crucian carp seeds are full of thorns, you can't eat them."

"Carp? Good stuff."

Of course, anything that can be used to make soup for postpartum women is a good thing.