Chapter 1284 [1283] The Buried Female Farming Story 11 (5000)

When Wei Ying left with the pot, Bai He felt how weird the scene just happened, as if they were a family.

Before Wei Ying came down again, she put the cold vegetables and steamed buns into a large basket and carried them out of the door. She looked up and saw Wei Ying coming down.

"I'll just come. You go home and eat quickly. I'll deliver it to you later."

After saying these words, Wei Ying turned around and left. Bai He went home and looked at the large puddle of wild vegetables and herbs on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I can eat some more days!" He entered the space with a wave of his hand, wanting to wait and pick when he was free.

Then she happily ran to the chicken coop to observe the family of quails. What she was thinking was, how did Wei Ying catch them?

The pheasants have been here for two days and haven't laid any eggs. It's probably because they are not adapting well to the new environment.

She found vegetable leaves, chopped them up, mixed them with rice bran, and fed them to the two families respectively before washing her hands and going to eat.

I have to say that the wheat produced in this space is delicious. The steamed buns are big and elastic. The key is that they also have a strong aroma of wheat. If you take a careful bite, you can also taste the sweetness of the corn. This

It is not pure whole grains. Although it has a little bit of wheat bran, it does not affect the taste. On the contrary, it makes the grains coarse and reduces the doubts about her on the mountain.

Naturally, people in the mountains also grow wheat. Rice is planted in good areas, and wheat is planted in all the dry land that has been reclaimed. However, the harvest is very poor.

So it's not surprising that she can produce flour.

What Bai He didn't know was that while the father and son were eating shredded radish pickles, nibbling steamed buns, and drinking the quite delicious lotus root and pork ribs soup, in addition to pertinent comments about Miss Bai's good craftsmanship, they were also very curious.

"Where did she get so many radishes? During the most difficult time, many children couldn't get enough of her radishes, and privately they called her the little white radish lady!"

Wei Ying raised his head and glanced at his father, "I bought it, where else can I get it? Didn't I go to town a few days ago? I brought back a lot of things. You just like to worry about it, and some of them are even choked.

Don’t shut up your mouth!”

"You idiot, take a look at all the stuff in her house. Can she carry it back in one go?"

"But she did carry a big iron pot on her back. As for this earthen pot...?"

Wei Ying hesitated for a moment and couldn't tell. She did carry the big iron pot back, but no one saw what was in the willow basket!

Moreover, he is a grown man and it is not easy for him to look around in other people's homes, but in the impression, she seems to have already purchased all the daily necessities.

Bai He didn't know that she had been suspected. However, instead of realizing this, she went to the place where the clay was produced at the foot of the mountain, gouged out a lot of loess with a shovel and went home. Then she placed the loess on the big stone at the door and rubbed it repeatedly.

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After kneading it, she moved to a relatively flat area in the yard and began to pound the mud with a wooden hammer. She found a piece of wood herself to polish the wooden hammer, and then found a wooden stick to embed it in. It was very strong and would not fall off.

So when Wei won, he happened to see her playing in the mud, and he was very curious, "What are you doing?"

"I think the pot is not quite enough, so I want to make a few more."

Wei Ying was surprised: "You can also cook pot?"

Bai He nodded, "Yes, there's nothing wrong with that. It just doesn't look good. The one you're holding is the one I bought from the town. I'm exhausted from such a long mountain road.

So I would rather spend the time and effort to do it myself, and no longer have to carry it back and forth, carrying it back and forth. It is too hard, and there are still a lot of things missing at home. I will have to go there tomorrow when I am free.

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Wei Ying felt strange, "Then what else do you want? You also made this wooden hammer?"

Bai He smiled and wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and pointed to his home: "I bought carpentry tools last time, so I made the small wooden basin and weaved the wicker basket. Don't you think so?

There are a lot of things in my house that I can’t carry back at once? Let me tell you, I’m an employee

They got the oxcart and took me to the steepest mountain road, dug a hole and hid all the things I bought, and then I slowly moved back home like an ant moving. Otherwise, I would have to finish buying this home.

How many days did it take, and I was afraid that the people in the village would be jealous, so I went there secretly at night."

After Wei Ying put the things in his hands on the stove on the right side of the door, he looked at her appreciatively.

"You are right. It should be like this. Our mountain is far away from the town. It is very inconvenient for a little lady like you to walk by foot. Hire an ox cart to pull everything back and bury it.

Moving home slowly is not something most people can imagine. If you need help in the future, just ask."

After Wei Ying left, Bai He breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, she just felt that if she didn't say something like this, it would be like someone would see through her.

When Wei Ying got home, he told his father about it. After hearing this, his father felt that it was not simple.

"The more this young lady looks at me, the more she feels that it is not simple. At such a young age, old man Wen can be recognized by her medical skills. She can do carpentry and make earthen pots, and she can also use the least labor-intensive and riskiest method to move the purchased things back.

She also knows how to guard against others. She is really thoughtful. I think she must not be a child of an ordinary family. If it is true that a child born and raised in the mountains is not smart enough, but thinks she is too outstanding, son, I cannot have this wife.

, you can’t beat them!”

Wei Ying's face was full of black lines, "You are overthinking. Even if I like others, they may not like me."

Wei Ying's affirmative answer made Wei Cheng couldn't help but take another look at him: "Don't you have thoughts about her...?"

"I'm not sure yet. Let's look at it again. Excellent people will attract people wherever they go. The gentlemen and gentlemen are very courteous. The men are unmarried and the women are not married. They are close to the water. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. Dad thinks that there are people in these ten miles and eight villages.

Who is suitable for me? If there was a suitable one, I would have married him long ago, why wait until twenty-five?"

Wei Cheng pursed his lips, but didn't say anything else. Although he felt that this young lady was too narrow-minded and unreal, her excellence was not comparable to that of the young ladies from these villages. With such a

With a well-off young lady right under their noses, the father and son still eat food cooked by others every day. Get used to this, it’s really scary sometimes!

After Wei Ying left, Bai He continued to beat the mud with the hammer. The mud turned into cement color. He folded it up and stepped on it with his feet. Then he used a small wooden hammer to knock the mud rake ball into the bottom of the pot of appropriate size, and then put it into the pot.

Wicker pot hoop

Take it out and insert it into the bottom of the pot made of a mud rake. Then, weigh it up and turn it around to expand it into the shape of the bottom of the pot. Turn it flexibly with your hands and spread it evenly until the bottom of the pot looks like a belly for vegetables.

, it is considered to have taken shape.

This is a craft job, don't be hasty or irritable, just polish the bottom of whatever pot you want, such as a pan or an oval pot bottom.

Bai He waited until it got dark before smoothing the bottom of the pot. Then he turned the bottom of the pot upside down and placed it on the pot table in the yard to air-dry. It will need to be dried in the sun tomorrow morning.

Making a pot made her sweat all over. Just when she was thinking about what to eat for dinner, Wei Ying came to her house with two buckets of water and asked, "Is there a water tank?"

She kept all the water tanks in her home in the space and did not dare to put them outside. They were usually filled with wooden barrels, so when Wei Ying asked this question, she shook her head subconsciously.

"It's too heavy, so I didn't buy it, but later I want to bake one with clay. Is this water for me? Did you carry it from the bottom of the mountain?"

Wei Ying put down the carrying pole, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sweat towel, and then said to her.

"We live in the mountains. There is no need to look for water at the bottom of the mountain. There are springs right in the mountains. I usually go up there once every half an hour and the bucket is full. Look at the water, it is much clearer than the water at the bottom of the mountain."

He has dark skin, well-developed chest muscles unique to mountain people, and a slightly cold-looking facial line. Although he is unsmiling and not as handsome as those male celebrities who rely on their faces for a living in later generations, his figure is as tall and tall as a pine tree.

, his momentum is as strong as the blazing sun, but he is a rare general. It is a pity that such a person lives in the mountains and forests.

"Is there a paper tree growing next to the place you mentioned?"

Wei Ying shook his head: "There is no paper mulberry tree, it's just mountain spring water flowing from the cracks in the rocks. I also dug a hole underneath, used bamboo to divert the water, and made a spring. I will take you there another day."

Because he doesn't cook much anymore, he doesn't use much water. Now Bai He cooks and uses a lot of water, so Wei Ying plans to carry water for her in the future. As for her saying that she wants to use cement to make a water tank, he is really curious: "

Then when you make a water tank, remember to call me, I can help you and learn a little by the way."

"Why is this difficult? A water tank is much easier to make than an earthen pot. You see, my earthen pot has already taken shape. When I finish it, if your family needs it, I will make one for you."

Wei Ying nodded, poured the water in the bucket into Bai He's two wooden buckets, poured the remaining half of the bucket directly into the large iron pot, and then left with the bucket.

Just now Wei Ying said he wouldn't eat at night. Maybe he was full at noon, so he didn't eat at night. Bai He also felt exhausted, so he ate a cucumber, which was enough to finish his dinner.

After that, he cut wood of about the same thickness halfway up the mountain, sharpened one end with a dagger, dug a trench under the door of the house, inserted the wooden strips in, and reserved a place for two people to walk, leaving the rest intact.

I circled it three times and built a solid fence.

Then she made a simple fence gate with suitable wooden sticks. These branches and wooden sticks were relatively long, nearly two meters high, so she wrapped them with rattan. After wrapping them, it looked like that, and she predicted

The space for installing the door is left. It will be safer in the future if these fences are not removed and the door is installed.

In order to make this fence gate, she was still working on it until dark, but she was worried that something would happen again tonight. Fortunately, there was a moon at night, and she lit a fire next to it, so she could not see clearly at all. She worked until midnight.

The moment she finished surrounding the fence at the gate and fixing the door, she was so tired that her back ached and she couldn't straighten up. But looking at the fence door in front of her, she felt very safe and all the efforts were worth it.

In the beginning, she built the wall with adobe bricks just for safety. It was a little troublesome, but for her, it was safe.

After all, there are a lot of snakes, insects, rats, ants, etc. in this mountain. She has to be careful. She has planted thorn branches around the wall of the house and poured water from the spiritual spring in the space. Regardless of whether she can survive or not, this is a must.

Process, thorns can prevent some people with evil intentions. When the thorns grow up, they can also prevent wild beasts. They are very safe. If they don't survive this year, wait until spring and transplant some seedlings.

Because she had been tired for a day, she fell asleep directly after washing up in the space, and fell into a deep sleep.

I probably thought there was a door, so I didn't wake up during the night. When I woke up again, it was already slightly bright outside.

She stretched herself, harvested the mature crops in the field, and then washed herself and left the space.

In the days when toothpaste and toothbrushes were not available, she used wicker sticks dipped in salt to clean her teeth. Although it smelled weird, it was better than not brushing at all.

The world's first toothbrush was invented by Zhu Youtang, Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty in 1498. The method was to insert short, hard bristles into a bone handle.

And the era she lives in now is Xuanzong. Below Xuanzong are Yingzong, Daizong, Xianzong, and after that is Xiaozong, so there must be no toothpaste or toothbrush. After she has tidied up the house, she will study how to make toothbrushes.

After leaving the space, I checked the yard and the chicken coops. I was relieved to see that they were all fine. I quickly chopped some vegetables for them, mixed in some corn husks, and went to the backyard to scrape some bugs and fed them to the chicken coops respectively.

Two families, one above the other.

Just when she turned to leave, she unexpectedly found a green-skinned egg in the corner. Oops, she was so happy at that time. She was wary of the pheasant mother nagging her, so she chased it away with branches, and finally stole the egg.

, was about to take it away, when she saw a quail hatching in a nest, she rolled her eyes and put the egg under the quail. It didn't matter whether it could hatch or not. What was important was not to waste this chance.
To be continued...