When the motorcycle arrived at the town station, it was not yet 8 o'clock. When paying the fare, Ling Chuan took out two 10-yuan bills and gave them to Chen Bin.

Chen Bin was stunned for a moment, "No need for so much, 5 yuan is enough to come to town from the village."

"Brother Chen, the extra money is for yesterday's meal."

After saying that, without giving Chen Bin a chance to refuse, Ling Chuan stuffed the money into his hand, then pulled Yun Mo towards the station.

Looking at the backs of the two people, Chen Bin smiled, shook his head, and put the money in his pocket.

Yun Mo was very tired because of waking up early and having her period.

After getting on the bus, she slept almost the entire way, only waking up slowly when they were almost in the city.

Wrapped in a thick cotton coat, I didn’t feel cold, but my stomach felt empty, after all, I only drank half a bowl of sweet wine soup in the morning.

Just as she was thinking about whether to take out some snacks from the space to fill her stomach, Ling Chuan took out a dark blue salted duck egg from his pocket and put it in her hand.

Holding the warm salted duck egg, Yun Mo looked curious, "Where did the egg come from?"

“I bought it on the way.”

Cars of this era would stop as they went along, and when passing through densely populated towns, they would stop for a few minutes to wait for passengers.

Usually at this time, there would be small vendors carrying baskets selling newspapers and food to passengers on the bus.

The salted duck eggs are pickled just right, the yolk is sandy and lightly salty, and tastes particularly delicious.

After she finished eating the salted duck eggs, Ling Chuan took out a bag of hot soy milk like a magic trick.

Yun Mo sipped soy milk and looked at the man with her round almond eyes, "What else did you buy?"

Ling Chuan took out a sesame ball. Maybe because it had been kept for too long, the ball was a little flat, but the heat was still there.

Yun Mo held the sesame ball and looked at the man, "What else?"

Ling Chuan took out another steamed bun from his other pocket.

Yun Mo stared at Hua Juan for two seconds, "It's gone now, right?"

Ling Chuan slowly touched another bun.

"Anything else?"

"there is none left."

"Do you think I'm a pig? Buying so much?"

Ling Chuan explained aggrievedly, "You said you didn't have a good appetite this morning, and I was afraid that we didn't have what you liked, so I bought a few more."

Okay.

Yun Mo picked out the sesame balls and let Ling Chuan deal with the rest himself.

By the time she finished eating the sesame balls, the bus had just arrived at the station.

After getting off the bus, Yun Mo took a taxi directly to the largest food wholesale market in Anshi. Generally, food coloring is sold in the grocery stores in the food wholesale market.

As Yunmo expected, the grocery store in the food market sells all kinds of food coloring.

Yun Mo picked three colors of pigments: turmeric, orange-red, and ink-blue.

It was exactly 12 noon when I finished buying the pigments. There was still an hour and a half before the bus back to Lu'an Town in the afternoon, which was enough time to find a place to have a good lunch.

It was cold, and Yun Mo was feeling weak during her period, so she found a beef soup restaurant near the station, intending to replenish her blood.

Yun Mo and Ling Chuan were sitting by the window, and could see the restaurant across the street.

The restaurant is quite upscale, with a row of cars parked in front of the door.

The beef soup pot needs to be cooked for a while before it can be eaten. While Yun Mo was waiting for the pot to boil, she rested her chin on her hand and looked at the street view outside the window.

As I looked, I saw a familiar face.

At the door of the restaurant opposite, Village Chief Lu was standing in front of a black sedan with a smile on his face, chatting and laughing with two well-dressed middle-aged men.

Soon, Village Chief Lu and the two middle-aged men entered the restaurant together.

Although I didn't see the faces of the two middle-aged men, judging from the car type, they should be the group of Zhejiang businessmen we met that day.

"Wife, you can drink the soup now."

Yun Mo came back to her senses, picked up the spoon and stirred the bowl. The beef soup, made from fresh beef bones and dozens of nourishing herbs, was clear in color and fragrant. Sprinkled with coriander and chopped green onions, it tasted amazingly delicious.

But Yun Mo was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help thinking about the scene she had just seen.

"Wife, what's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"

Seeing that she hadn't moved her chopsticks, Ling Chuan showed some concern on his face.

Yun Mo shook her head, "No, I don't feel very hungry. Eat more, don't waste it."

"Um."

Ling Chuan nodded, picked up the spoon and added half a bowl of soup to her.

It was already evening when she returned to the Huang family. Although she was very tired, Yun Mo still forced herself to take out the purchased pigments and mix them.

After repeated mixing, she finally used turmeric and ink blue pigments to mix a bamboo green color that satisfied her.

This was the color she had thought of last night. People eat rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival. The dumplings are wrapped in bamboo leaves, and the gift boxes are also woven with bamboo. Using bamboo green as the color for the rice dumpling box is perfect for the occasion.

After mixing the dye color, the next step is to dye the bamboo strips and bamboo silk.

Yunmo prepared three basins of dyed water, and the soaking time for each basin was different, namely 10 minutes, 20 minutes and half an hour.

By the time the bamboo strips and threads were dyed, it was completely dark.

Yunmo labeled the bamboo strips and bamboo threads that had been dyed at different times, and hung them above the stove to dry. The kitchen was relatively dry, making it easier to dry the water.

After dinner, Yun Mo returned to her room and lay down without even washing her face.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt someone wiping her face and hands with a hot towel.

She half opened one eye and saw the man's familiar and stern brows. The next second she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.

It was a rare good day, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the whole village was shrouded in a faint warm golden color.

Yun Mo stood in the corridor on the second floor, stretched comfortably, and then went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

"Momo, you finally got up. Come and have a look. The bamboo strips and bamboo silk you dyed yesterday are all unusable."

Yun Mo took the bamboo strips and bamboo threads handed to her by Huang Jianjun, and frowned slightly.

The color of the bamboo strips and bamboo threads is okay, but I don't know if it's because of the pigment or over-baking, the bamboo strips have become extremely hard and not flexible at all, and the bamboo threads are dry and brittle, breaking when bent, just like instant noodles.

Such bamboo strips and bamboo threads are definitely not suitable for making bamboo weaving.

"Momo, what should we do?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Huang Jianjun couldn't help feeling a little anxious, but Yun Mo couldn't answer, and she wasn't sure if it was a problem with the dye.

Yang Xinghua couldn't help but patted her eldest son, "Hey, why are you so anxious? Momo just got up and hasn't even eaten yet, how can she have the energy to do anything else."

As she spoke, Yang Xinghua pulled Yun Mo and said softly, "Mo Mo, let's not rush. Let's eat breakfast first."

Huang Kailin also said, "Okay, let's eat first, and then we can think of a solution together after we're full."

"Momo, don't worry. Maybe this dye is not good. Maybe changing to another dye will work."

Perhaps because he was worried that Yun Mo was under too much pressure, Liu Zhi also comforted her in a low voice.

Huang Qingning also agreed, "Yes, cousin, we used blue ink before and it was fine. I think it must be a problem with the dye."

"Maybe."

In fact, compared to the problem of dye, Yun Mo thought it might be because she placed the bamboo strips above the stove.

The bamboo strips were soaked in water and baked by the heat from the stove all night, drying out the moisture and making them hard and brittle.

Breakfast was noodles with fried goose eggs and cabbage leaves.

"Mom, the noodles are a little bland."

Hearing her daughter's words, Liu Zhi replied: "If it's bland, go to the kitchen and add some salt yourself."

Huang Qingning was about to stand up with the bowl in hand when Liu Zhi said, "Please bring in the salt shaker. I think it's a little bland too."

When the salt jar was brought in, everyone took their chopsticks and picked up salt grains and put them into the noodle bowls. Yun Mo also picked up half a chopstick of salt. When she was stirring the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks to dissolve the salt grains, something suddenly flashed through her mind.

Second update~ 　　It's the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket, muah

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