I opened my eyes in the morning, stretched my waist and left the space.

The sky outside was still dark, with a few small stars dotted on the black and blue sky. I looked at the clock in the room and found that it was five-thirty in the morning as usual.

As soon as Sang Bai came out, as soon as he opened the door, the big bull started to moo. Qiu Sheng shook his big butt and came to Sang Hai's feet. The guy, the raccoon, also began to meow around Sang Bai.

“Cook now!”

Sang Bo knew what these guys wanted, and after saying that, he reached out and dragged out the basket of peaches from the space. He fell into the yard without dividing the difference. Qiu Chong and Da Gu Niu surrounded both sides of the peach pile and began to chew.

The two guys were eaten, and Sang Bai carried Lanzi out of the yard and came to the small vegetable field at the door.

The small vegetable field of Sangbai is similar to that of the villagers, but the vegetable field of Sangbai is larger. There is nothing we can do about this. The villagers helped to do it. If it is not big enough, how can more than 100 people be able to perform it!

Yes! The villagers heard that Sangbait opened a vegetable field and they all came to help. It was really hard to use anyone but not whoever was not. So Sangbait had the largest vegetable garden in the village, and a whole acre had to make a comeback.

There were thorny shrubs planted around the vegetable garden, and some yams and beans were ordered around the inner circle of the vegetable garden. Wait for the shrubs to survive and the vines grew, so it was unlikely that chickens and ducks would get into the vegetable fields to steal vegetables. This is the wisdom passed down by the villagers from ancient times to the present, and the cypresses were naturally inherited according to the will of heaven.

The small door of the vegetable garden was facing the door of the Sangbai yard, so I went out and walked down a small slope and walked up less than ten meters before entering the vegetable garden.

Heigu was so angry that he couldn't see anything. Sang Bai took out a disposable lighter from his pocket, lit it, blocked the wind with his hands, and looked at the piece of land where he grew small vegetables.

After picking up two or three vegetables that the villagers called Xiao Kuqing, Sang Bai turned around and returned to the pot house at home.

I lit the oil lamp, took out the noodle bag from the space, scooped a scoop of half a scoop of flour into the pottery basin, and started to knead the noodles with warm water.

After the dough is mixed, sprinkle a layer of flour on the table and start kneading the dough. After kneading the dough, use a rolling pin to roll the dough into a thin dough, roll it to the appropriate thickness, and use a knife to cut out the noodles about two or three millimeters.

Yes, Sang Bo was preparing to eat noodles this morning. Before coming to this world, Sang Bo never thought it would be so troublesome to eat a bowl of noodles.

But now there is no way to do this with this condition.

If you want to eat noodles, you have to do it yourself, or you have to buy noodles with food coupons - you need money and tickets.

The noodles at this time were treasures.

Let me put it this way, the most effective meal for pregnant women at this time is to cook noodles and lie on an egg.

At this time, a wife who eats this food during confinement period, then everyone has to say that you are favored by your in-laws' house. How dare you think about it after forty years?

After rolling out the noodles, Sangbai left the yard and pulled a handful of straw from the haystack at the door and returned to the pot house. After stuffing it into the stove, he waited for the fire to rise, and placed thin dry branches, waiting for the branches to burn before adding chopping firewood.

Firewood is chopped out with wooden jokes, each of which is about twenty centimeters long, and the child's arms are about the same thickness.

Although a lot of forests around the village have been cut down, Liushu Village is still quite close to the old forest. If you want to get firewood, you don’t have to cut down the growing trees. Just ask the dead tree to be knocked down and dragged back. Therefore, the people in Liushu Village are not short of firewood.

Waiting for the hot pot, Sangbai scooped a small spoonful of soybean oil into it, put it in and fry it, and then scooped four or five scoops of water until the water line reached two-thirds of the big pot, then covered the lid and started to boil.

Little bitter green must be cooked for a long time, otherwise the dish will not be rotten, and Sangbai doesn’t like to eat the crispy green vegetables. He prefers to see a pot of green soup when cooking noodles. In addition, this small green vegetable has a unique taste. It tastes bitter first and then tastes a little sweet aftertaste, which is very popular with Sangbai.

After the water boiled, the sangbai shook the noodles on the table and then carried them into the pot with round reed rows.

All the noodles were put into the pot and stirred with chopsticks to prevent some noodles from sticking together.

After re-covering the pot lid and waiting for the pot to be opened again, Sangbai put the pot lid aside, went to the stove door to clamp the firewood inside with a fire clip, put it in the ash belly of the pot to extinguish the fire, leaving only some red carbon behind.

The noodles in the pot are still rolling, and the green soup with snow-white noodles exudes a faint cereal aroma.

The wheat grown in the space is full of strength after being made into noodles. After putting it in the pot, it almost doesn’t lose any flour, and it’s more resistant to cooking. It takes more soup after cooking for ten minutes. So after eating the noodles, Sangbai fell in love with this taste.

Just as I was about to serve, I suddenly heard someone calling me outside.

"Mr. Sang!"

As soon as he heard the sound, Sang Bai knew that it was Lu Qingyao coming.

Standing at the door of the pot house, Sang Bai shouted outside: "The door is not bolted, please come in and say."

"Oh, it's time to have a meal"

Lu Qingyao was hooked by the fragrance when he entered the door.

Sang Bai smiled and said, "You are going to eat it. Have you eaten it? You didn't eat it? You sat down together."

Lu Qingyao was very happy.

Sang Bai knew that the old man hadn't eaten yet, so he quickly served him a full bowl of noodles.

"I don't raise chickens, it's better if I have eggs to lie on it." Sang Bai put the noodles in front of the old man, and then served another bowl and sat opposite the old man.

"This is a good side!"

After Lu Qingyao took a sip, he praised Sang Bai's skills.

Sang Bo was happy: "If you eat two more bowls of delicious food."

Not to mention Lu Qingyao, even when the villagers make noodles, they are reluctant to give up oil and salt. It would be strange if that thing tastes good. Moreover, the wheat they grow is not strong. The noodles grow into the pot and become battered after a little longer. It is nothing compared to the noodles like Sangbai.

"You have cooked a lot." Lu Qingyao saw a large pot in the pot.

Sangbai said: "I will change the taste of autumn harvest, and I will also play the tooth-beating ceremony."

After hearing this, Lu Qingyao was stunned for a while and then said, "You will enjoy happiness."

"When the days get better, you will do it too," Sangbai smiled.

After sucking a mouthful of noodles soup, Lu Qingyao said, "I'll come here to inform you, the day after tomorrow, our whole village will go to the town to hand over the public grain. You have prepared your portion."

"I've been ready for a long time, just waiting for you to speak," said Sang Bo.

Lu Qingyao nodded and lowered his head to eat noodles.

The old man ate very quickly, and the bowl was finally bottomed out in a while.

"You can go there yourself"

"No, it's enough, you can't eat good things with your belly." Lu Qingyao wiped his mouth and took the bowl and the bowl out of the yard.

"No, I'll be fine if I'll come later," said Sangbai.

Lu Qingyao didn't listen at all. After washing his bowl in the large pottery basin outside the water tank in the yard, he sent it back to the pot house.

"Master Lu Er, what are you doing today?" Sang Bai asked.

Lu Qingyao said: "It's time to work on bricks. Everyone should work on bricks for five or six days. When the bricks are ready, the work will be soon."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot if I didn't say it. Liguo wanted your big bull to step on the mud and asked me to tell you, I forgot about this yesterday, so I came here early in the morning to notify you."

"I get it," said Sangbai.

After seeing off Lu Qingyao, Sangbai distributed most of the pot of noodles served to Qiuhuo and a small bowl to the raccoon. As for the Dagu Niu who had a sucking soup, there were foods for everything that was breathing at home.

After a meal and after cleaning, it was already dawn. The voices of villagers came from outside the yard. Sang Bai led the big bull and took Qius out of the yard and came to Chen Dongsheng's house.

"This is?"

As soon as they arrived at the place, Sangbai found that everyone had brought a guillotine.

This thing is like the three-necked guillotine used to be used on TV before. The guillotine heads do not have the dragon heads and tiger heads. It is a smooth wooden stake with a groove in the middle, and cast iron is embedded in the groove wall. One end is a large strip guillotine, about ten centimeters wide and one meter two long.

"This thing cuts straw. These straws are cut for such a long period of time and put them in the mud. After trampling the straw, the adobe bricks that are dried will be strong enough and the houses built will last for a long time."

When Sangbai heard this, he understood that straw is the tendons of adobe mulch, and it means adding steel bars to the concrete to reinforce them.

"Where can I do the work with the cows?" Sang Bai asked.

"You are looking for Uncle Liguo".

After hearing this, Sang Bai led the big bull and found Chen Liguo.

Chen Liguo soon brought Sangbai to the southeast corner of the small drying yard. There were seven or eight people there who were piled two mud rings on the ground with the mud dug yesterday. The inner diameter was about four meters. When Sangbai arrived, these people kept adding mud to the mound.

"After a moment, you will be able to listen to Lian Yong's arrangements," said Chen Liguo.

Sangbai nodded and replied: "Okay!"

"Mr. Sang, you can repair your house at the same time?"

Waiting for Chen Liguo to start, Ji Lianyong and his group started chatting with Sang Bai with a smile.

Sang Bai shook his head: "Forget it, I might as well build a large tile house next year. I think this house can still be supported for one or two years."

"That's really nice to have a big tile house," Ji Lianren said with a look of longing.

"If you have built a large tiled house, you will have your wife," Lu Demin also smiled.

After hearing this, Sang Bai thought to himself: The house and his wife may have some connection. How come this thing is exactly the same as what he heard and saw decades later.

While chatting, singles such as Ji Lianyong kept fantasizing about marrying a wife. In short, the job was very lively.

Men do physical work like carrying water and mud, while women and half-aged children are responsible for moving grass, moving from the pile of haystack to the guillotine, and moving the chopped grass to the mud pile.

When the grass is transported, the work of the cypress will come. It is not the life of the cypress, but the life of the big bull.
Chapter completed!