The sieve gong in Zhao Qingyan's space is a bamboo product.
Using it now wouldn't seem out of place; at most, it would just be a bit more finely crafted, especially since she's the only one in the kitchen right now.
The sorghum flour was sifted once, and a lot of chaff came out.
The extra bran naturally became the feed for the chickens in the yard.
Since the sorghum flour lacked bran, there was a significant reduction in quantity. Therefore, Zhao Qingyan took out some buckwheat flour from her spatial storage to make up for it.
The color and quantity look almost the same as before, but the taste of the dried food is completely different.
Although I really wanted to take out some yeast to leaven the dough, I resisted the urge and left a piece of dough in the bowl.
After letting it ferment naturally tomorrow, adding some alkali will make delicious steamed buns. The Divine Dragon Kingdom already has alkali flour.
After sorting through the basket of wild vegetables that the grandmothers brought back at noon, I washed them clean with water.
I also went to the vegetable garden and picked a large bunch of long beans.
The dinner menu is finalized: stir-fried green beans with lard, wild vegetable and egg drop soup, and sorghum flour steamed buns. The eggs, of course, were contributed by Zhao Qingyan.
When the Zhao family returned in the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhao Qingyan had already set the table with food and bowls.
The eldest sister-in-law was so engrossed in the joy of making clothes that she didn't realize she had forgotten to cook until she heard the commotion in the yard.
She hurriedly put down her needlework and rushed out.
Upon seeing the whole family in the courtyard, he quickly bowed and then hurried into the kitchen.
Zhao Qingyan, who was scooping water into a large pot to warm it with the embers from the stove, was a little surprised to see Liu Xiaohua's anxious look.
"Sister-in-law, what happened?"
"Oh no, I was so focused on altering clothes that I forgot to make dinner. Now that everyone's back, I feel so guilty."
Liu Xiaohua replied somewhat hurriedly.
Zhao Qingyan chuckled, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I've already prepared dinner and brought it into the main room. Don't worry."
When Liu Xiaohua heard that dinner was ready, she was so shocked that it looked like blood was about to fall from the sky, since Zhao Yuan Shen - Qing Yan - couldn't cook.
Zhao Qingyan didn't want to explain too much, after all, she wasn't the original owner of this body, nor did she want to live according to the original owner's temperament. She smiled and urged Liu Xiaohua to go to the yard to fetch water for the elders to wash their hands.
After filling the pot with water, Zhao Qingyan also came out of the kitchen.
Seeing a large family with a row of wooden basins lined up, washing their hands and faces together, I felt a strange sense of amusement.
As everyone sat down at the table, Liu Xiaohua was filled with anxiety, fearing that she would be punished for the poor taste of the food tonight.
After all, the third sister cooked tonight's meal, and if it didn't taste good, she'd have to come up with an excuse to take the blame.
No matter how much inner turmoil Liu Xiaohua had, it couldn't stop the head of the family, Zhao Qianci, from taking the first bite.
When the first bite of food entered his mouth, Grandpa Zhao paused for a moment, then chewed faster and picked up a second bite.
I'm certain that tonight's meal tastes different from usual.
Huang also noticed the difference, especially the taste of the dry food, which no longer had the harshness it used to have.
He quickly took a pancake from his own bowl and put it in Zhao Qingyan's bowl.
"My dear, the pancakes taste good tonight, eat more."
Immediately afterwards, another pancake appeared in Zhao Qingyan's bowl, which was naturally placed there by Grandpa Zhao.
Looking at the two dark-colored pancakes in the bowl, Zhao Qingyan was truly moved.
She tried her best to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, keeping her head down without looking up, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma."
He ate the pancake with gusto.
Her feelings were gradually changing; perhaps this was the love between family members, something she could only dream of in her past life.
The next morning, Huang's signature loud voice rang out in the courtyard.
"Ma, you lazy woman, get up and make breakfast right now. If you dare to slack off again, you can go back to your Ma family."
Ma was fast asleep when her mother-in-law woke her up. She was very annoyed, but dared not delay, and hurriedly put on her clothes.
"Coming, coming, Mom, I'll go cook right away."
He agreed verbally, but didn't really care. He'd heard the same things for over a decade, and his ears were practically calloused from hearing them.
Zhao Qingyan also woke up to Huang's loud voice.
I stretched, put on the clothes my sister-in-law had altered for me yesterday, and went out.
"Good morning, Grandma."
When Mrs. Huang turned around and saw her granddaughter, her expression was as warm as a spring breeze.
"Sweetie, you're awake! Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Does your head still hurt?"
"Grandma, I just checked, it's scabbed over, it's fine now. I'll go to the threshing floor with you today."
Zhao Qingyan replied.
Huang shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
"My dear girl, you mustn't. Going to work will definitely make you sweat, and that will affect the healing of your wound."
Zhao Qingyan chuckled.
"Grandma, it's okay, I'll be careful."
Now that the harvest is complete, we need to hurry and collect the grain. I've noticed it hasn't rained for a long time, and I'm worried that if it rains and the grain gets wet, it will be a problem.”
Huang thought about it and agreed. Indeed, one should always be prepared for the unexpected.
With Zhao Qingyan's help, the Zhao family's summer harvest was quickly completed.
The Zhao family has a total of 20 mu of paddy fields and 8 mu of dry land.
According to the imperial court's requirements, paddy fields must be planted with rice, and the rice yield in Shenlong Kingdom is about 180 jin per mu.
Due to the drought, the harvest was reduced by at least 40%, meaning only about 100 jin per mu (a Chinese unit of area, approximately 0.067 hectares). After deducting the 40% grain tax, the remaining rice yield was less than 60 jin per mu.
This calculation is still based on the shell (referring to the outer shell of the calculation).
The dry fields were planted with sorghum, and the yield per mu was not much higher than that of rice. The Zhao family's total grain surplus for this season was only a little over 1,000 jin, which was hardly enough for the whole family.
In particular, the Zhao family has several big eaters.
In the main room of the Zhao family, all the male members of the Zhao family over the age of 15 were present, except for the elderly couple and Zhao Qingyan.
"The grain harvest is over, and after the grain tax is paid, we don't have much grain left. Even if we eat thin porridge every day, it won't be enough to last until the next harvest."
Moreover, the drought continues, and the next season's harvest may be even less.
Just in case, your mother and I discussed it and decided that while the new grain is in season and the price is low, we should buy more grain to store.
Eldest son, later, you should take the men of the family to the town and surrounding towns to buy grain. Buy it separately, and don't buy too much from each grain store.
Some people were kept in the dark when leaving the village, and some people were kept in the dark when returning. They would only enter the village again after dark…
After giving a long list of instructions, Old Master Zhao distributed money among his children and grandchildren, and then Huang gave money to his sons.
"Remember to go to the blacksmith's shop and buy a few machetes each..."
The thrifty Mrs. Huang took out all the family's savings, leaving only 10 taels for emergencies.
After the elderly couple made arrangements for all the men in the family, Zhao Qingyan gave them a thumbs up.
"Grandpa, Grandma, people say that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure, and we have two in our family."
Huang then pulled Zhao Qingyan into her arms.
“My dear, you have to think long-term when it comes to life. I’ve always been worried about your simple-minded nature, afraid that you’ll suffer after you get married. But now you seem more lively than before.”
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