After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

"Madam! Madam!"

On the bank of the river, the bullock cart had not yet stopped. Liu Ji couldn't wait to jump out of the car and ran up the hillside while shouting excitedly. With such joy, those who didn't know thought he had won the lottery!

Qin Yao heard the sound and walked out of the door. When Liu Ji saw her, his eyes lit up. He took out an envelope from his arms and waved it back and forth.

Qin Yao's heart skipped a beat. Did Gong Liangliao really reply to him?

Liu Ji seemed to know what she was suspecting. Before he could catch his breath, he said immediately:

"Madam, the gentleman said that he has already set off. If we roughly calculate the date of sending this letter, it will be within these two days. The gentleman will be here soon!"

The four Dalang brothers and sisters who were sleeping in the room also ran out, with streaks of white on their faces and something like dough in their hands.

Liu Ji asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Make mooncakes." Sanlang raised the ball of dough in his hand expectantly, hoping that his father would praise him.

Liu Ji looked at the letter in his hand and was in a very good mood. He gave Sanlang a thumbs up without hesitation, "Not bad, not bad. Make more. When the time comes, I will bring some to my husband to eat, so that others can taste this country food." Delicious."

Sanlang immediately laughed, nodded in agreement solemnly, turned around and ran back to the kitchen immediately, letting Awang continue to teach him how to make stuffing.

There were still three people standing at the door. Liu Ji waved his hand and said, "Go, make more and make it more delicious."

Dalang secretly observed Aunt Yao's expression and saw that she had no expression, so he led Erlang and Siniang back to continue making mooncakes.

This mooncake is a delicate item. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and not many people in the village are willing to make it.

Just because the flour needs to be ground again and again, at least five times, before it can be ground into fine flour that can be used to make moon cakes.

In addition, this year's wheat production has been reduced due to insect pests, and wheat prices are extremely high. If not for the confidence of the family, who would be willing to go through all the trouble for those two moon cakes.

Of course, Qin Yao is mainly greedy.

She couldn’t quite remember what she was doing during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, but it seemed that she didn’t celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and didn’t eat mooncakes.

This year happened to be free, and the ethnology school also gave the students three days off to go home for the holidays. Si Niang saw Liu Dafu's family grinding flour in the mill, and learned that they were making mooncakes. The little girl who had never eaten mooncakes but knew that they must be a good thing immediately ran home, followed Qin Yao and said she wanted to eat them, and then the whole family started to take action on mooncakes.

It can only be said that it was a coincidence that Liu Ji came back and asked him to catch up.

Previously, he didn't get to the first place in the queue to eat watermelon. Liu Jiahao complained a lot. Today he saw his family making mooncakes without notifying him again. He covered his heart and glanced at Qin Yao resentfully. It hurts, it hurts too much!

Qin Yao didn't look at his mischievous look and opened the letter Liu Ji brought and took a look at it with distrust.

The letter contains several lines of handwriting that are extremely sloppy, but also very beautiful and elegant.

If Liu Ji found someone to copy his handwriting, Qin Yao didn't believe it - no scholar in Kaiyang County could imitate the strong personal style contained in this calligraphy.

Just seeing this word, Qin Yao couldn't help but picture Gong Liangliao's face that looked serious, but in fact his eyes were full of teasing.

Madness and madness were Qin Yao's first impression of Gong Liangliao.

The words on the paper also revealed the personality characteristics of the owner.

"How did you do it?" Qin Yao handed the letter back to Liu Ji and asked curiously.

The letter she asked Awang to send has yet to be answered.

And without Awang as a messenger, how could Liu Ji overcome all the obstacles of the Qi family and deliver it to Gong Liangliao?

Liu Ji looked at her surprised look and smiled. Instead of answering, he asked first: "Madam, look at the money from the corvee service this year."

Qin Yao was quite happy and did what she said. She turned around and took out six taels of silver. "Since you are back, you can take it to the village chief to offset your service quota."

Liu Ji took the money and couldn't control the kiss. He was about to cry with joy.

However, knowing that Qin Yao's patience was limited, he quickly stopped. While putting the money in his pocket, he sat down on the chair in the main room and told Qin Yao endlessly how he delivered the letter. In front of Gong Liangxiao.

Because he spoke too vividly, Awang and the children in the kitchen all looked at him involuntarily, and their work was delayed, causing the dough of the first batch of baked mooncakes to be hard.

However, after listening to Liu Ji's story, the four siblings looked at him with a little more respect.

There is no other reason, just because their own father has proved to them through personal practice that the saying "it takes hard work to grind an iron pestle into a needle" is not a lie, but true.

"Dad, you are so awesome!"

Erlang squatted in front of his father at some point, counted on his fingers: "One hundred letters, letter paper, pen and ink fees, letter delivery fees, and hired delivery fees will cost at least half a tael of silver. I didn't expect you to actually save up." So much private money. Woohoo!”

Before he could finish his words, his old father forcibly covered his mouth. Liu Ji's eyes widened, "Shut up, Liu Zishu!"

In the kitchen, Qin Yao, who was tasting the first batch of mooncakes, heard the movement of the father and son in the main room. She turned around suspiciously and saw the father and son embracing each other, looking like we had a great relationship.

Erlang had his back to the door and couldn't see clearly what his expression was, but judging from his twisting body, the child was not very willing.

Qin Yao sneered lightly, ate up all the mooncake fillings on her hands, and threw the hard dough into the wooden bucket of kitchen scraps. Feed it to the cows and horses. People really can't eat it.

Dalang and Siniang opened their eyes wide, shouting in their hearts that they were luxurious, but when they took a bite of the mooncakes in their hands, they said "yue" in unison.

Facts have proved that you should not question any of A Niang’s decisions!

Awang learned from the experience and started over again!

This time the noodles were made softer and the heat was reduced, finally making mooncakes with a normal texture.

Qin Yao doesn't dislike it. As long as it has the taste that mooncakes should have, she can eat them deliciously.

Not to mention Liu Ji and his son, they had never eaten anything good. After taking one bite of the moon cake, they all burst into shouts of surprise, and praises for the delicious food floated into Awang's ears. The young man was full of energy. Bake oven after oven.

The finished mooncakes are spread out one by one in dustpans covered with white cotton cloth, occupying all the empty tables and chairs at home. It makes people feel satisfied just to see them.

This time Liu Ji ate hot bean paste-filled mooncakes as big as the palms of three children, and was so full that she walked back and forth in the courtyard.

Look at the mooncakes and think about what arrangements will be made when Gong Liangliao arrives.

Finally came to the conclusion: wait until someone comes!

He had better go and offset his quota of corvee first.

Otherwise, as soon as Mr. Tomorrow arrives, Liu Ji will be recruited to build the city wall.

However, Liu Ji was more cautious. When he went to the village chief's house to pay, he took an extra pack of mooncakes and asked if there were enough vacancies in the village.

I was immediately relieved when I learned from the village chief that there were several vacant rooms.

The family was busy until dark. After eating a simple dinner, the excitement of making mooncakes faded away, and only then did they feel a little uneasy about the upcoming visit of a distinguished guest.