The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Several people in the yard also started crying.

Qian cried the loudest.

They got married in their teens and have experienced ups and downs in their lives. Now that they are old, they need to be companions.

The old man injured his leg and he might never be able to stand up again.

Listening to him tossing and turning in sleep every night and listening to his sighs, it can be said that the person who understood Old Man Ning the most was Qian.

She was the one who felt Old Man Ning's pain the most.

Now that Old Man Ning is getting better, she is the happiest one.

This is tears of joy.

"It's only been five days and the effect is obvious."

Zhou Yue also cried, she seemed to see her grandfather from that life.

If I could learn Chinese medicine earlier, I could bring my grandfather to the city to live with me.

Maybe grandpa’s leg can be cured, maybe he can live a few more years.

"The effect is very good. Thank you very much, my eldest daughter-in-law." Qian wiped her tears and expressed her gratitude sincerely.

Old Man Ning stood for a while and then motioned to Yuan Mo to help him sit down. He had just started to feel better and he couldn’t let himself get tired.

At this time, Yang Mo came up to Grandpa with a piece of paper and said:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, let's use the wood to make wheelchairs first. We haven't bought a donkey yet, so there's no rush for the wheelchair frame."

Ever since Yang Mo learned about wheelchairs from Zhou Yue, he dreamed of making one for his grandfather.

Now that grandpa’s legs are a little stronger and he is willing to walk around, this wheelchair can be used.

Zhou Yue also came forward, and the three of them discussed the details of the wheelchair.

Qian wiped her face, put the unfinished soles aside, and went to the kitchen with Chunniang to cook.

Jun Mo was confused. When he saw everyone crying, he also wanted to cry. When he saw everyone laughing, he laughed along.

Seeing that everyone was busy, he continued to hold his small bow and arrow and shoot everywhere. Brother Dao continued to help him hold the arrow. The man and the dog had a lot of fun.

"This wheel can be made bigger and have more spokes. This will make the wheel rounder and smoother to drive," Grandpa Ning instructed.

"Well, the wheels are bigger. When they reach the flat ground, the person in the wheelchair can turn the wheels by hand to move forward." Zhou Yue said.

"..." Yang Mo and Old Man Ning both looked at Zhou Yue. Are you turning the wheel yourself?

How did you come up with such a fantastic idea?

Zhou Yue actually didn’t understand. She had only seen her wheelchair with rotating wheels on TV in later generations.

After she went to the city, all the wheelchairs she saw on the streets were electric. With the push of a button, she could control the forward and backward movement and speed, which was very convenient.

But there is no electricity here, and she doesn't know how to generate electricity or invent glass, explosives or anything like her predecessors who traveled through time.

She has a low IQ and is not good at science, so she can only pass on some life experiences to them.

Her knowledge of science was not as good as those of the people in front of her. All she relied on was some messy and superficial knowledge.

It's just taking advantage of the knowledge asymmetry.

This sentence awakened the dreamer. Yang Mo and Mr. Ning immediately picked up their pens and started drawing, discussing from time to time.

I just put forward an idea and grasp the overall situation and direction. The specific details should be left to professionals.

Zhou Yue saw that they were so engrossed in the discussion that he couldn't think of himself for a while.

I went to the kitchen to help with cooking.

Since there was no shortage of meat at home, the meal was much easier to cook. Qian and Chunniang had thought of the staple food and the menu, so Zhou Yue naturally had no objection.

I couldn't do anything about it, so I went to deal with the mutton fat.

Pick the mutton fat clean and boil it first to remove impurities.

The pot was occupied, and Zhou Yue went to the yard. Qing Mo was making some silk and velvet flowers, and planned to try to sell them at the market next time.

Zhou Yue took some scraps of cloth and wanted to help, while discussing the frying of fish with Qing Mo.

"I wonder if I can add lard to mutton fat, or even peanut oil, and try frying it."

Qing Mo paused, his eyes lit up, "That's a solution. Mutton fat has a strong smell, if we add lard, people will be more accepting of it. But what is peanut oil used for?"

Zhou Yue knew that vegetable oil was best for frying, but in fact, blended rapeseed oil was best for frying.

Unfortunately, rapeseed is not produced locally, but there are peanuts, which are grown in dry land. However, peanuts are included in the local grain tax.

Therefore, apart from paying the public grain tax and saving seeds, every household has basically nothing left.

There are not many families who press peanut oil. The Ning family does not pay public grain and has a lot of dry land. They are reluctant to eat the peanuts they grow every year, so except for the seeds, they press the rest for oil.

There is not much food, most of it is used for lighting.

Yes, Xuanmo often stayed up late to read and practice calligraphy. When everyone needed to light a lamp at night, they used vegetable oil lamps.

It was too extravagant. I couldn't bear to use the oil I ate to light the lamp, but there was no kerosene, diesel or the like at that time.

Ordinary people cannot afford candles.

By the way, what are candles made of?

Paraffin and lard.

The paraffin tree is a southern tree species, and lard is used for human consumption. Forget it, let’s just use peanut oil for lighting.

Fortunately, most of the time, people work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise, so there are not many opportunities to light lamps.

However, ever since Zhou Yue began to urge everyone to study every night, the lamp oil has been visibly reduced.

If this continues, all this peanut oil will have to be used as a lamp.

Now I have to add peanut oil to the oil for frying fish, Zhou Yue thought, and I must remember to buy some candles or other oils at the market.

Nothing can be delayed but learning. The importance of children's learning is ingrained in the Chinese people. Even Old Man Ning and Mrs. Qian, who are usually addicted to frugality, have no objection to lighting the lamps and staying up late to study, and they don't feel sorry at all.

The two of them agreed to secretly add peanut oil without telling Qian, and then tell her when they made money.

I've learned my lesson this time. I'll try frying them at home first, and then sell them after the test is done. Otherwise, I won't be able to afford the loss.

The next morning, everyone got up even earlier and went to the river to catch fish.

There are plenty of Polygonum hydropiper by the river, and it is easy to use it to treat fish. The children learned how to do it quickly.

Waiting by the river, adding stones and mud to the dam, Zhou Yue looked around bored.

You can see this small river in the south of the village, which is right next to the Nanshan Mountain. A small stream flows out from every valley of the Nanshan Mountain.

The river winds eastward along the mountainside, passing many small villages.

It can also be said that many families live along the river, which has created the current scene. There are people only where there is water.

I pulled a handful of hot polygonum, put it in my mouth and took a bite subconsciously. Oh, it was so spicy.

Pah, pah, pah. Zhou Yue spat out a mouth full of spicy taste.

Qing Mo smiled and supported his mother, knowing that the grass was spicy and still biting, this mother was really...

There is plenty of grass by the river, which pigs don't eat and chickens don't peck at. I didn't expect it could be used as medicine for fish.

"Mom, how do you know that this Polygonum aviculare can be used as a medicine for fish?"

Yuan Mo looked at the water downstream which was becoming increasingly shallow, and asked Zhou Yue.

"Uh, yes, your grandma told me that."

Amitabha, it’s not disrespectful to give it to an elderly person.

"Mom, what kind of people are my grandpa and grandma? How come they know everything?"

"Yes, mother, why didn't you say that before?"

"Yes, mother, if you had told me earlier, maybe we could have eaten a lot of fish and our chickens could lay eggs every day."