The medicine grinder started grinding the herbs as soon as Song Yan received them. The two prescriptions were ground separately. After all the herbs were ground into powder, they began grinding them into charcoal.
Mosquito coils burn very readily because their main ingredient is charcoal powder.
The powdered medicine and charcoal were mixed with a small amount of paste. No need to worry about the shape; just simply shape them into strips. Then they were baked at a low temperature in her homemade oven…
She can then leisurely cross her legs and read a book.
Hey! Grandma opened the front door. Song Yan ran into the outer room, and dumplings, filling, and dough immediately appeared from her spatial storage…
When Aunt Wei came in, the filling was almost gone. The plump, white dumplings were neatly arranged on the curtain.
Aunt Wei: "How did you finish so quickly? I was hoping to help you make dumplings!"
Song Yan: "These dumplings look so delicious, I'm thinking of making them soon so we can eat them sooner."
Aunt Wei chuckled to herself: "Hahaha, you were planning to have dinner with someone? You think you can eat before they even show up?"
As she spoke, Aunt Wei came over after washing her hands.
Song Yan: "Mom, they'll have to wait a while before they finish work. I'll go tell them first. The rest is up to you."
"Go ahead!" Aunt Wei happily finished wrapping the last of the dumplings.
There's an old saying: "Money makes you more generous." The principle is the same: having material possessions also makes you more generous. Who wouldn't be happy to share plump, white dumplings you've made with others?
Song Yan walked into the woods near the brigade headquarters and encountered a pheasant. She caught it on the spot. She now raises pheasants in her spatial dimension so she can exchange them for food whenever she wants…
Song Yan placed a large bundle of grass at his feet and waited for Li Yuanzhao and Shen Hanyang at the intersection where people returning from work would pass by.
"Wait for me!" Li Yuanzhao called out from afar.
Shen Hanyang smiled from behind.
Song Yan explained his purpose.
Shen Hanyang hesitated slightly, wondering if she should go back first to cook for Pan Bo before going to Song Yan's house.
Song Yan: "Tell your husband to wait. You can bring him some later."
Shen Hanyang's face suddenly turned red. "You're talking nonsense! Whose husband is that? I'm ignoring you. I'm going back to wash my face before I go to your place!"
Li Yuanzhao: "I won't make another trip. I'll go directly to Aunt Wei's house. Here, take the farm tools to your husband and have him take them back for me."
Shen Hanyang: "Oh dear! You've all gone astray."
"Hahaha!"
People coming home from work could hear their laughter and chatter from afar.
Li Yuanzhao went to Song Yan's house for a meal at this time, right? In this day and age, being able to casually find someone to eat with means that the family has plenty of food.
Who wouldn't envy such a life? But it's something you can't have just by envying. Everyone knows Song Yan can catch game to trade for food. Some people in the brigade have even tried to trade with her.
Whether it's pheasants or rabbits, Song Yan usually asks for half a pound less grain based on current market prices. He only asks for corn or beans. This is out of consideration for the villagers.
Who wouldn't remember Song Yan's kindness if he offered half a pound less grain in exchange for game? Chen Xiaodong could get more grain by exchanging it outside!
Bartering is not a problem now.
Many people envy her.
Dong Mingming was consumed by jealousy. She had wanted to ask for leave today to report him to the commune, but the brigade leader hadn't granted it. She refused to believe it; she asked for leave every day, and the brigade leader wouldn't grant her even once.
Aunt Wei swallowed hard, watching their retreating figures, wondering whether they were going to stew rabbit or chicken. But she dared not provoke them. It was all that meddlesome woman's fault; she was genuinely afraid she'd come looking for her again in the middle of the night.
It's terrifying to even think about. Ugh! Let's not think about it anymore. What if that female ghost knew what I was thinking?
Aunt Wei quickly looked around, as if afraid others would know what she was thinking. She ran home in a flash. Only when she was home did she feel at ease. Next time, she shouldn't overthink things; it only scares herself.
If Song Yan knew that pulling the door would leave such a shadow on Aunt Wei, she would laugh her head off.
Looking at the cornmeal that Shen Hanyang brought, there must be about two pounds of it.
Song Yan: "Do you have to be so polite?"
Shen Hanyang: "Today you invited me as your guest. How could you bring Pan Bo along? He traded coarse grains for your white flour dumplings, which is quite reasonable."
In friendships, people who know their boundaries are likable. Song Yan is willing to give things to others, but she has no obligation to do so. It shouldn't be taken for granted that she gives...
Li Yuanzhao kept saying that the dumplings were so delicious that she was so full she could hardly sit down.
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