It's pretty quick to clean up.
It's nothing more than pulling things out, hanging them on a rope, and then spreading some water on the ground to sweep them.
Especially the quilt, which has not been tidied for half a month and has a musty smell.
Fortunately, there is another bed in the cabinet. Looking at the sky, the sun has not gone down for a while, so it will still be drying tomorrow, so I put this quilt somewhere else to save myself from fuming myself when I sleep at night.
The bed was made and it instantly felt much warmer.
After packing up, start sorting out today’s harvest.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably as he opened the rope of the net bag.
Take them out the same.
At the top is a small bag of eggs, which weighs about three pounds.
Below are several sausages and a piece of bacon.
One white strip chicken and about 2 pounds of pork.
A small bag of dried mushrooms and underneath is the flour.
Ma Teng knew that the food eaten in this era was all about cornmeal, not cornmeal.
When grinding the noodles, the noodles are ground together with the core of the stick. Can you imagine, is this for human consumption?
Hey, although Ma Teng himself was born in the 1980s, his family situation was very good at that time. At that time, his family bought a small community supply and marketing cooperative. It can be said that he made a lot of money every day, and then opened several agency sales in other places. shop.
The Ma Teng family can be said to be the first group of people to become rich in the 1980s.
But the good times did not last long, and it was hard to say the least.
In short, Ma Teng didn't know what suffering was when he was a child.
When Ma Teng's family ate corn flour steamed buns every day, Ma Teng's family ate white flour steamed buns every day. Even when he went to school, Ma Teng even exchanged the white flour steamed buns with his female classmates for sweet potato flour steamed buns.
Not to mention, no matter what others say, Ma Teng thinks the sweet potato noodles are delicious.
So whenever a classmate brought sweet potato steamed buns, Ma Teng would shamelessly exchange them with his own steamed buns.
Others ate the white flour steamed buns with caution, while Ma Teng also ate the sweet potato buns with caution and joy. If he hadn't been at the top of the class in his studies, Ma Teng would have almost been called a fool.
After entering high school, steamed buns with mixed noodles became Ma Teng's favorite, but steamed buns became cheaper and cheaper, while steamed buns with mixed noodles became more and more expensive.
So much so that Ma Teng had to give up mixed noodles and continue to eat white noodles.
When his family members found out, they laughed at him as a person who could not enjoy good fortune.
Ma Teng looked at the small bag in his hand. There was at most 5 kilograms of white flour in it. This was probably a good thing.
Put it over first.
The other bag contained some supplements, two bottles of canned fruit, a can of malted milk, and two paper packages. When I opened it, I saw that one package contained white sugar and the other contained brown sugar.
This is all good stuff.
There was also a small bag underneath. When I opened it, I saw 2 big apples, 6 oranges, and two bananas.
Ma Teng had never seen a banana in his original memory. It wasn't that he had never seen one, but that he had never eaten it.
Just say it's not pitiful.
Why.
Ma Teng broke it open and ate the other one tomorrow. Eat one first to see how it tastes.
I tore open the skin and took a bite. It was pretty good. The taste was a little astringent, but the banana flavor was very strong.
It should be green bananas that are ripe.
It looked like dusk outside and the sun was setting.
Ma Teng quickly followed his memory and found a small coal stove that had been there for who knows how long, as well as a set of pots and pans.
But there are not many good bowls left.
After sorting through it, three bowls were good, two plates were good, and the others were either chipped or half rotten.
Of the two pots, one has rusted through the bottom and cannot be used anymore. Even if it is repaired, it is difficult to repair it. There is also a small one. After looking at it, it is also rusty. I guess it is better to buy a new one.
But when there is no pot, it is better to pack it up and use it, which is better than nothing.
Fortunately, the kettle is fine.
It's made of copper and won't rust. Maybe that's why it's not broken.
There is a special place for storing briquettes under the eaves. I took a look and found that it was okay. There were more than a hundred briquettes, which was enough.
When I have time, I will use up all my briquette tickets this year and fill this place up.
As a single nobleman, how could he not know how to cook?
Take a small stone, put the rusty pot next to the water, and start grinding it slowly.
Soon, all the rust was wiped away, and after a lot of brushing, I nodded with satisfaction.
Making briquettes is easy.
Get some firewood and put it underneath, and put the briquettes on top.
Once lit, it will be on fire in a moment.
Ma Teng did this.
Can't help him.
After the stove was lit, he put in the briquettes and left them alone. They would burn naturally after a while. At this time, Ma Teng returned to the room and looked at the 2-pound piece of pork on the table.
To be honest, mainly because in another life, Ma Teng would never look at this flesh.
Not because of anything else, but mainly because of being too fat.
When Ma Teng buys meat, he always wants the leanest meat.
Then go home and fry it until it's charred, then stir-fry it, so that the meat is woody and chewy.
But how to cook this meat?
By the way, I just checked around and there was no oil.
There is this oil refining.
I found a rusty knife, and it took me a while to sharpen it. I was so tired that I really wanted to scold myself. It was such an unhuman thing to do.
The original owner was just like a pig, not knowing how to do any housework all day long.
There was no chopping board, so I could only clean a small piece of wood and use it as a temporary chopping board.
After just a few cuts, Ma Teng stopped.
Aren't you trying to use the space to see if you can hold meat? Isn't this ready-made?
Don’t put too much, just put a little bit first and see if there is any change.
Just do it, Ma Teng cuts it down.
After cutting into 3 taels, he picked it up and slowly wrapped the meat with his consciousness, saying "take it away".
With a light hand, the meat disappeared.
Entered into his own space.
Ma Teng quickly checked, this was related to his lifelong happiness.
In space, I see this piece of meat floating there without any change.
Then I thought about it and took it out for more than 30 seconds.
The next moment, the meat did not fall on the hand, but slapped on the ground.
The difference between the idea of putting meat and the reality is half a palm.
Hey, still practicing.
Pick up the meat carefully.
I pinched it, but there was no change.
Does space ignore death?
This is a good thing.
Maarten made a gesture like Yes.
Humming, the elder brother made the bow of the boat, nine sisters walked on the shore, and three of them swam in the water.
Quickly chop the meat into small pieces.
But there is nothing to store oil.
Ma Teng had to start rummaging through the boxes again.
The result was that Ma Teng was almost scolded, and his family was ruined, with nothing left.
There shouldn't be much oil left for frying.
You can put it in a bowl and go out tomorrow to a supply and marketing cooperative, a local product store, or a trust store. These places should have what you need.
Then just eat whatever you want.
What can I eat? The meat is cut, let’s have some noodles, but there’s not even a place to knead the noodles.
Ma Teng was so angry that he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.
He kept saying that he was not angry or angry.
You can't scold others, because no matter how you scold, you will end up scolding yourself.
There are noodles and eggs. You can scramble an egg and then make egg noodle soup.
But let’s fry it first.
