Time is like water, slow and silent.
A few days are just a snap of the fingers.
Mu Wan'er got up early that day, and Shen Zui followed Granny Chen to the fields to collect vegetables, and then went to the woods to watch the making of beams.
In the morning, she is responsible for feeding the chickens and ducks at the back of the yard, tidying up the vegetable patch in the front yard, and preparing lunch.
Mu Wan'er first came to the yard, where there were wormwood plants that she transplanted from the mountains a few days ago.
She thought that since this thing could grow on the mountain, it could also grow in the land of this courtyard.
If more can be planted, the hornbills will not have to starve.
When she told Shen Zui about this idea, he said she could give it a try. It's just that there doesn't need to be a fairy cave, heavenly paradise, or a place with abundant spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain.
The spiritual energy itself is scarce, but this thing can grow on the mountain probably because the spiritual energy is denser than the surroundings.
If it is placed in a village, the effectiveness of the medicine may be compromised.
Mu Wan'er was very open-minded about this. It didn't cost any money to try it anyway. It just cost a little more effort, watered it, and applied some fertilizer. It was no different from the usual vegetables.
After she had taken care of the rice, she began to scoop out some poor-looking rice from a large vat outside the house, along with some broken corn and rotten vegetable leaves that were eaten by insects.
When the chickens and ducks at home saw her coming, they all stretched their necks and began to cluck or quack.
Especially the two big geese, flapping their wings, are scary.
However, for farmers, in addition to watchdogs, the most common thing is to use geese to watch their homes.
Mu Wan'er poured the evenly mixed feed into the trough, and then watched the chickens, ducks and geese eat for a while. After there were no problems, she went to the front yard and started catching insects for the vegetables in the field.
Even at this time, when the weather is cold, there are still some insects that should be born.
Some of them Mu Wan'er had seen in the previous world, and some she only learned about after coming here and under the guidance of Granny Chen.
Mu Wan'er lifted up her skirt and looked down at each green vegetable. There were many holes eaten by insects.
If such vegetables were sold in the original world, young people would not even take a glance at them, and would directly reject them based on their appearance alone.
But everyone knows that such vegetables are the best and most natural. If there are insects, it means there are no pesticides, so you can eat them with confidence.
It's a pity that most young people rarely know this.
With sharp eyes, the girl saw a green insect with a hard shell chewing on the stems of the vegetables.
She was originally very afraid of these bugs, but after a few years of starvation in the country, she understood that there was nothing more terrifying than starving to death.
So there was a first time and then a second time. Gradually, as I caught more bugs, I became accustomed to it and no longer afraid.
Not long after, she held a dozen worms in her hand. The feeling of squirming in her hand was really weird, so she got up and ran to the backyard, throwing the worms in front of the chickens, ducks and geese.
The poultry were fighting like crazy. After all, these high-protein things cannot be compared to those rotten vegetable leaves.
After checking the grass, feeding the poultry, and tidying up the vegetable patch in the front yard, it was finally time to prepare lunch.
Mu Wan'er picked some green beans in the vegetable patch, and took the piece of pork that Sister-in-law Xu brought yesterday to the well water to wash it.
After all the ingredients are ready, start preparing various condiments. To say that everything in this ancient world was good, it was just inconvenient to have ideas and not even a seasoning packet.
"Hey, this is a good idea. If you have a chance in the future, you can try it. I remember that Shisanxiang was very famous when I was a child, and there were various seasoning bags or cooking bags."
As long as it has something to do with making money, Mu Wan'er can draw inferences and is extremely transparent.
Besides, there is magic in this world, so there is no need for preservatives, so the problem of preservation is solved.
Wouldn’t it be a perfect match if paired with some self-developed spices and seasonings in the future?
"Write it down in a small notebook. Don't forget this good way to make money."
After taking care of these things, Mu Wan'er started busy with the things at hand.
First, I went to the wall to get a few red peppers that had dried up in the sun. Then I peeled off a few garlic cloves and chopped them into small pieces. Then I prepared a few slices of ginger and green onions and minced them.
By the way, there are also salt, white sesame seeds and wine to remove the fishy smell, which are all placed next to the stove for later use.
Then cut the small winter melon that was not eaten two days ago into pieces, and the same with the pork.
After these preparations were completed, Mu Wan'er leaned down and pulled the bellows next to the stove, and the fire suddenly became strong.
There was already a little water in the pot, so Mu Wan'er put the pork, onions, ginger, wine, etc. into it, and then added some more water.
After looking at the approximate proportions and seeing that there were no problems, I put the lid on the pot.
Because there are no clocks in the original world, Mu Wan'er usually determines the time by doing mental arithmetic.
Every minute, place a small wooden stick in front of you. After about twenty minutes, the pot will start to smell fragrant.
She looked at the color of the meat and felt it was not yet time, so she took some wolfberries from the shelf above her head and put them inside.
The white and green winter melon, pink and tender pork, yellow ginger slices, green onions, and finally the red wolfberry are really pleasing to the eye.
After a while, Mu Wan'er poked the pork with chopsticks. After it was completely cooked, she put it in a large basin on one side and wrapped it with some cotton wool.
Let’s make the soup first because it’s large in quantity and contains soup, so it won’t get cold easily in this weather.
As long as her hands and feet are faster, the pork and winter melon soup will still be piping hot when she finishes cooking the next dish.
Mu Wan'er then cleaned up the residue in the pot and poured in an appropriate amount of oil. Not long after, the oil temperature was right.
Then add the freshly washed green beans, remove the dry ends and sides.
She used a spatula to stir-fry the beans in the pot until the skin wrinkled and shrunk, and then waited for a while.
This is because if the green beans are not cooked, they will contain toxins, so be sure to make sure they are cooked thoroughly.
Then she temporarily scooped up the green beans and placed them on a clean plate next to them, then put the chopped ginger, garlic and dried chili peppers into the pot.
After the aroma came out, Mu Wan'er held the plate in one hand and the shovel in the other, and put the green beans into the pot along the edge of the pot.
As the main dish and seasonings came together, the girl began to stir-fry quickly, add some salt, and taste it.
This taste is actually just right for her. But today besides her and Shen Zui, there were many people to consider.
For example, Grandma Chen, she is old and has no taste in her mouth, so she has to eat heavier. There were also Carpenter Li who worked and the villagers who helped, all of whom worked hard.
For these people who work hard, they are more likely to sweat, which will take away the salt in the body, so it is necessary to add more salt to the dishes.
After adding a little more salt, Mu Wan'er tasted it and found that there was no problem. Finally, she sprinkled a handful of white sesame seeds and stir-fried twice before serving.
Steaming hot and fragrant.
This kind of wood-burning fire and big pot stir-fry the dishes that are truly delicious.
Most of the so-called fireworks are gathered here.
After finishing this task, Mu Wan'er gently wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead.
It's cold outside, but it's a little warm around the stove.
Finally, after about half an hour of busy work, lunch was finished.
Mu Wan'er wiped her hands on her apron, put the meal in the food box, put some hot buns in it, and pushed the door out of the yard.
