A Cannon Fodder Female Partner To Raise a Cub In The Era Novel

Chapter 357: Grinding noodles

After Mrs. Jiang was taken away, the whole family felt that the air was much fresher.

Li Jing is making braised pork with a wild boar, which barely allows them to live a life of meat every meal.

It’s just that Li Jing found out helplessly that there was no staple food at home.

 There is no rice, all the fine flour we bought has been used up, and the grain distributed has not yet been ground into flour.

 For the time being, I no longer have the worries about eating meat, but I now have the worries about this aspect.

Li Jing couldn't help but think of the space of Xia Chunlan, a space superpower.

 Having a space is definitely a lot more convenient, and if it is a space that can keep things fresh, there is no need to worry.

This Xia Chunlan space should have a lot of resources, and they are of high quality, but how to get them from her is a problem.

Li Jing suppressed this idea for the time being.

 Braised pork, staple food: sweet potato.

There were too few sweet potatoes, so Li Jing didn't plan to grind them into noodles. Instead, she cooked sweet potato soup and steamed the rest, planning to finish it all in one meal.

Li Jing put the distributed grains in the sun to dry. She told the children to pick up pebbles, wheat straw and other dirty things when they had free time.

 The grain at this time was not clean. When the land was being harvested, there would not only be a lot of dust, but also small stones and the like.

Li Jing and the others are now eating fine noodles bought from Xia Chunlan on the black market. They are clean and have no impurities at all, which is considered very good. However, in my memory, when eating noodles, they would occasionally eat dirt and pebbles.

It was really a torture.

 After picking up the dirt, the grain needs to be washed repeatedly in a large basin, and then placed in the sun to dry before grinding.

Some people who were quick and agile started to pick up pebbles (in Jiandui dialect, picking up stones and other things in the grain in front of the mill) when they had time to distribute the grain. When they got off work, they took the stone mill and started grinding flour.

At this time, the most primitive method of grinding flour was stone milling. The production team had donkeys to work with. However, the donkeys in the production team were usually very busy and generally could not be used by people in the village. It was usually two people pushing the grinder. There is a stone mill in the village, which is specially used for grinding flour. It is publicly owned. During the free time after food is distributed, the stone mill is the most lively corner. Sometimes the flour grinders rush together and have to queue up to occupy a seat.

Although you can queue up, there will be no awkwardness. People in queue may chat and laugh while doing needlework.

Li Jing rarely goes out to interact with people in the village, but she has seen several women in the village either picking up insoles or knitting sweaters during breaks at work.

At this time, clothes and shoes were basically not bought, but made. One or two people had to make clothes and shoes for a family. It should not delay the time of going to work and cooking, but it should not take a little time every day to squeeze in time. Come and do it.

 Having done this, do that, all year round, without any leisure.

 Jiang Xiaoxin’s letter was finally finished, and he wrote more than what Jiang Weiguo had written before. God knows how difficult it was for him to write this letter. It was great to write a word and ask, and to learn to read and write letters.

“Brother, guess how many words I learned today?”

As soon as Jiang Xiaoxin finished writing, he showed off to Jiang Xiaowen who was working, grinning almost to the back of his ears.

 He was so happy because he found that he had written so many words and remembered every word clearly.

 Can write and read.

Other than this, Jiang Xiaoxin would not have asked the question word by word.

Jiang Xiaowen smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll leave it to you to write letters to dad from now on, but don't drag the two of you with me anymore. They haven't worked all day long."

Jiang Xiaoxin choked, folded the letter with a groan, and avoided answering the question.

Li Xiaopang has been learning to read for so long, and he only recognizes a few of them. If he writes to his father again, there will definitely be people he doesn’t recognize, and he will have to get Li Xiaopang.

“Brother, how do you send a letter to dad? Do you know?”

 (End of this chapter)