The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Xuan Mo suddenly ran over.

Behind him, followed Qing Mo.

It turned out that Zhou Yue forgot to tell his family.

They were worried, so they sent Xuan Mo and Qing Mo out to look for him.

"Oh, Mr. Song is going to join the army, and he wants to communicate with our family in the future."

"Really? That's great, Mom. I want to communicate with Brother Song too."

Qingmo stood behind Xuanmo, her face red, perhaps because she was walking too fast.

"Sure, all of you can communicate with Lord Song." Zhou Yue said with a smile.

"Mom, is it true? Can I do it too?" Qing Mo said.

"Of course. I left my home address with you, and my family will deliver the letter to the government post office when the time comes."

Then it was delivered to me by the official post.

It's just a little slower, I'm afraid this letter will take a month or two on the road."

Song Yuan answered this question one step ahead of Zhou Yue.

"That's great. I haven't communicated with anyone yet. The teacher taught me how to write letters, but I have no one to write to."

Xuan Mo's face was full of excitement and he was eager to go back and write a letter.

Zhou Yue and Song Yuan looked at each other and didn't say much.

Anyway, having more people write letters will only waste more words.

Sending it once, whether it is just one letter or several letters, is also sending it.

Zhou Yue thought: It would be nice to have a scholar like this to communicate with the children. Song Yuan went to the battlefield and told the children more about his experiences, which would also broaden their horizons.

Song Yuan thought: It would be good to communicate with everyone through letters. It would be a good opportunity to get in touch with this family, get to know each other better, and get along better in the future.

Everyone was happy and they went home together.

After returning home, Qian packed up the house with everyone.

Zhou Yue was very happy when he saw that the oven in the corner of the yard was dry, and immediately asked the children to bring firewood.

While lighting a fire underneath to warm the stove.

At the same time, I asked my mother-in-law Qian to knead some dough and let it rise so that she could bake delicious food for everyone tomorrow morning.

While explaining to Song Yuan: "This is the oven I have always wanted.

It's the slack season during the farming season, so I talked to my father-in-law and Yang Mo before going to the county, and they designed and built it.

Give it a try and see how it goes? "

Soon smoke rose and the fire made the oven even drier.

Tsk tsk, I have to say, having Grandpa Ning and Yang Mo at home is such a treasure.

Just give them an idea of ​​your own and they can make one for you immediately.

This oven is designed to be functional, beautiful, and, uh, functional.

Although it is made of stones and covered with yellow mud, it is really easy to use.

Unable to wait for the dough to rise, Zhou Yue immediately went to the kitchen and got out a few eggs and a few pairs of chopsticks.

Then she separated the egg yolks from the whites and beat the eggs vigorously.

Her hands became sore after a while, and then Song Yuan took it tactfully and continued to serve her, imitating Zhou Yue's example.

"Hit in one direction, yes, yes, that's it."

The young man is very perceptive and sensible. He is teachable.

In the future, if you train him more to cook, your daughter will be blessed.

Hehe, I’m thinking too far ahead. I’m thinking too far ahead.

The other children also came over and watched Song Yuan beat the egg whites curiously.

Then when Song Yuan was obviously tired, he took over and continued beating the eggs one by one.

Although I don’t understand what my mother is doing, there is nothing wrong with what she does.

With strength in numbers, the egg whites were soon beaten into white foam.

Zhou Yue took it and saw that the chopsticks could stand up.

Then he took it to the kitchen and scooped out a ladle of flour.

After a series of operations, Zhou Yue took out a small pottery jar.

When everyone looked, they saw that it contained the beaten egg foam mixed with flour, sugar, egg yolk, etc.

Zhou Yue shook the pottery jar gently, and then covered the mouth of the jar with a wet cotton cloth.

Finally, he put a cotton cover on his hand and placed the pottery jar on top of the double-layer oven.

Close the oven door and start cooking over medium heat.

After a few minutes, the yard was filled with a sweet smell.

Everyone sniffed hard, it smelled delicious.

"Mom, what is this?" Xuan Mo asked Zhou Yue first.

"It's cake."

"Ah, is that the birthday cake that Mom has been talking about?

But my birthday is in a few days. "

Ah, is Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? Zhou Yue almost forgot about it.

We are going to make mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we should start preparing now.

Xuan Mo's birthday is on August 15th, and she had promised long ago that she would bake him a birthday cake on his birthday.

If she hadn't seen the oven completed today, she would have almost forgotten about it.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Also, Junmo also wants to celebrate his birthday with Xuanmo.

I need to bake a big cake, so I’ll just treat it as a practice today.

"I'll bake a small one today to test the oven, and then I'll bake a big one for you on your birthday, okay?"

"Okay, okay, Jun brother, Jun brother, come quickly, on your birthday, mother will bake a big cake for us."

Jun Mo ran over, followed by Brother Dao.

Jun Mo looked at Zhou Yue with sparkling eyes, which made Zhou Yue feel sad.

This child never speaks. What’s wrong?

Doctor Yang said that heart disease needs to be treated with the heart, but his family has been very good to him, so why can't he speak?

Maybe he needs a chance.

The cake was baked soon and it looked a bit horrible.

The temperature is a little too high. It seems that I have something to do these few days, so I need to figure out how to control the temperature in this wood-fired oven.

However, the rest of the family enjoyed the meal.

It was a small cake, so each person could only get a small piece. Everyone ate it till their teeth were drenched and they were very satisfied.

"Okay, we'll bake it again tomorrow and we can also bake bread.

There are also mooncakes. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to make some mooncakes to give to people. "

Mr. Cui in the town, the village chief, and the neighbors all need to send some.

Zhou Yue and Chun Niang don't have any relatives from their mother's side, but the mother-in-law does have relatives from her mother's side, so they also have to send holiday gifts.

Things you make yourself seem more genuine than those you buy.

The next day, Master Zheng and Song Yuan and his group were about to leave.

Song Yuan actually didn't want to leave, but the precious ginseng had to be sent back to Beijing.

Song Yuan adopted Zhou Yue's method and filled a large jar with cool water freshly drawn from the well.

Then wrap the ginseng tightly with cloth and then wrap it tightly with a layer of oil paper.

Finally, make sure there is no leakage and put the oil paper bag into the large jar.

The cold water needs to be changed from time to time on the road, so that the ginseng can remain fresh when you reach the capital.

While Zhou Yue was helping Song Yuan with the machine, he muttered:

"It's a pity that we don't have saltpeter, otherwise we could make some ice to be safe."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Song Yuan heard it, thought about it, and immediately came up with an idea.

He asked Master Zheng and his son to go back first in the Zheng family's carriage, and he stayed for a day before leaving.

Master Zheng thought Song Yuan was young and greedy, so he wanted to wait to eat cake and bread.

She smiled, took her son, and followed the coachman.

Seeing the outsiders had left, Song Yuan immediately went to ask Zhou Yue for details.

Seeing that Song Yuan had not left, Zhou Yue asked curiously, "Didn't Lord Song rush back to Beijing yesterday?

I have already figured out how to preserve ginseng for you, why aren't you leaving?

No more hurry?"