Chapter 224 Black Hard Object
Before going to bed, her mind was full of various taro products.
She has a big head for taro, and she accepts all kinds of taro, whether it is sweet or salty.
Unfortunately, it would take a long time before the taro could be harvested, so she could only use this as material for her dreams tonight.
The whole night's dreams were filled with delicious food. Zhao Yeqing usually had no appetite when he just woke up and had to wait about half an hour to an hour before he could eat.
But because of the dream last night, her stomach rumbled when she woke up in the morning.
Seeing that there was some fresh corn in the cellar at home, which would go bad if not eaten, the recipe turned through her mind and her appetite was aroused again.
Zhao Yeqing ate a small bowl of noodles first, and planned to make corn pulp cakes with the rest.
First peel off the corn leaves, and keep the tenderer inner leaves. Use them to wrap the corn paste and steam it.
The fresh corn is sweet corn, and the harvested glutinous corn is given to Mu Xi as food.
Zhao Yeqing peeled the corn kernels and beat them into corn pulp by hand, removing the transparent outer skin on the corn kernels that affected the taste, leaving only the delicate original pulp.
Do not add water to corn pulp, as the taste will not be pure if water is added. Pure corn pulp should be mixed with glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour, then a small amount of white sugar should be added to make corn paste.
Wrap the corn paste in the cleaned young corn leaves and put it into a steamer with boiling water.
Soon, the fragrance of corn wafted out of the steamer.
The corn cakes were soft, sticky and sweet. She ate four palm-sized corn cakes in one go without feeling sick of them.
After breakfast, Zhao Yeqing planned to replant pasture in the areas where the pasture had been damaged by voles.
If it weren't for the concern of field mice gnawing on the grass, the two would not have been so anxious to deal with the grass harvesting, which also disrupted Mu Xi's previous plan to connect the road down the mountain with the citrus orchard.
After sowing the seeds, Zhao Yeqing planned to take advantage of today's less busy day to wander around the area and see if there were any vole nests she could find.
But voles are relatively small in size, and Zhao Yeqing walked around the area for several times but couldn't find it. If the vole's burrow was on the meadow, then the small entrance would be covered by the grass, making it very difficult to find.
I didn’t see so many voles on the meadow last year, and I don’t know what’s happening this year.
When Zhao Yeqing returned home, he saw some deer feces left on the meadow and suddenly realized that it was probably due to a change in species.
Last year, there were wolves, weasels and foxes on the meadow, but so far this year, nothing has been found. I don’t know if they were frozen to death or have migrated away.
For voles, weasels, foxes and snakes are their natural enemies.
Or let's wait a little longer, Zhao Yeqing spat out the slightly sweet ryegrass stalks in his mouth.
Snakes hibernate and foxes are relatively cold-resistant, so they may just be leaving temporarily. The food chain in a place will not be broken so easily.
The sun was very hot at noon. After Zhao Yeqing returned home and rested for a while, he could hardly open his eyes when he looked outside.
With the sun shining like this, I have to go to the vegetable garden to water the plants every afternoon.
Zhao Yeqing walked to the hay house, took out the bamboo strips and blackened plastic film left over from last year, and rebuilt the shed for the small vegetable garden in the yard, leaving the air outlet.
Here are the strawberries and watermelons she grew.
The strawberries have now produced small fruits, which are in the process of swelling and turning red, and the watermelons have also been successfully pollinated.
Zhao Yeqing picked off all the flower buds on the watermelon vines, leaving only two fruit-bearing and successfully pollinated female flowers on each vine.
A breeze blew over, blowing the sorghum field next to it. The sorghum leaves rubbed against each other, making a pleasant rustling sound.
The sorghum has now grown to three meters high. Zhao Yeqing cannot reach the top even if he jumps up. He can only step back a few steps and observe whether the seeds on the sweet sorghum have turned black.
I jumped around for a long time but couldn't see it clearly. Instead, I was dazzled by the sunlight.
Zhao Yeqing simply took action and broke the nearest sorghum with force.
Didn't move...
Now the sweet stalks are almost as thick as ordinary sugarcane and are quite hard. She pulled down some of the sorghum and broke it again with her knees.
With a crisp sound of "crack", the sweet potato stem was broken, and the juice in the middle splashed all over the thumb and the base of the palm.
After Zhao Yeqing pulled out all the leaves and ears on the sweet potato stalks, he took the stalks into the house and peeled off the skin with a knife.
When I was a child, I used to bite the sugar cane directly with my mouth, but the sugar cane is not like sugarcane, so it is very easy to cut your mouth if you bite it directly.
After Zhao Yeqing peeled off the skin of the sweet potato, he couldn't wait to take a bite.
The sweet and rich juice instantly fills the mouth. It is not the sweetness of industrial saccharin, but it is extremely sweet without being greasy. It has a light herbal fragrance.
It would probably taste better if it could be chilled in a well.
When it comes to eating, she has always been very active. In a few seconds, she chopped the sweet potato into several pieces, tied them up with ropes, and threw them into the well.
In the afternoon, the sun was setting and the direct sunlight was no longer shining on the front yard. She took out the glutinous rice, husked it and pounded it into fine rice.
The rice husks from yesterday were all kept and later burned into rice husk charcoal for use as fertilizer in the vegetable fields.
The raised bran and guide rod scraps are dumped into her compost bin, adding carbon to the compost.
When the sun set and only the afterglow of light remained in the sky, Zhao Yeqing carried two buckets of water and watered the vegetable fields.
The fields don't require too much care now, except for the rice, which still needs to be grown the same as single-season rice, with seedlings having to be acclimatized early in the morning and evening, and water added during the day and drained at night.
It was getting dark now, and Zhao Yeqing released the water from the field only when there was only a ray of light left.
According to the inference, it should be around 7:30 in the evening, after the water has been drained and the water outlet of the fish pond has been blocked again.
Zhao Yeqing caught a glimpse of a few black objects on the edge of the rice field.
The light was very dim now, and the scene before her eyes seemed to be filtered through a gray and black mottled filter, making it difficult for her to see clearly even with squinting eyes.
After poking it a few times with a stick, the black thing rolled over the earthen wall of the ridge into the field.
Zhao Yeqing used the stick to pull the round, black, hard object in front of him.
Now she could see clearly that they were some snails.
It had grown to the size of a thumb. Zhao Yeqing was delighted and quickly threw the snail back into the rice field.
If they could reproduce more, maybe we could even eat snail noodles.
Or when you are bored at night, you can stir-fry a plate of basil snails to pass the time, wouldn't it be wonderful?
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