Chapter 182 Don't worry about it
Ma Tianzao didn't believe it, so Lu Miao said:
"Then when we make it at home, you can try it."
Lu Miao was thinking that Ma Tianzao would probably be stationed here often in the future anyway.
When the time comes and I really make it, it will be convenient for her to try it.
Seeing how determined she was, Ma Tianzao couldn't help but hesitate.
"Is it really edible?"
Lu Miao nodded.
Ma Tianzao was still a little unconvinced, but looking at Lu Miao's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.
Ma Tianzao doesn’t know how to make this, and doesn’t really believe it’s edible, but Lu Miao obviously likes it very much.
She thought for a moment and said:
"I know where I can get this. If you want it, I'll get it for you later."
Lu Miao frowned suspiciously: "It's almost winter, where are you going to get it? Don't get bitten, I'm telling you!"
Ma Tianzao shook his head confidently:
"I know where it is, just leave it alone!"
Although he paid the tuition for a chicken, Ma Tianzao felt a little embarrassed for always pestering Lu Miao.
If Lu Miao wants this turtle, she can just catch it for her.
Just consider it tuition.
Ma Tianzao thought sweetly.
No matter how Ren Lumiao asked, she refused to tell her where the turtle was.
I decided to do it myself.
Lu Miao couldn't do anything with her and could only remind her to be careful.
Afterwards, Lu Miao asked Ma Tianzao how many words she knew, and Ma Tianzao wrote them on the ground for her to see.
The situation in the countryside is different from that in the city. The uproar was so severe that the school was closed early.
Like many young men and women in the village, Ma Tianzao had never been to a proper school and learned the few words he knew from the elders in the village.
So she recognized quite a few, only about twenty or thirty of them, most of which were common in daily life, such as the slogans posted on the wall, such as "Serve the People", "Encourage Production", etc.
Ma Tianzao can only recognize some characters but cannot write them, and the strokes when he writes them are also correct.
Lu Miao took her situation as a reference and wrote the characters with incorrect strokes individually in the order of strokes in a long row on the notebook.
Let her write it herself when she has time.
The same method was also used for slogans that she could read but not write.
The small arithmetic book only has a few pages in total, with three lines of practice space reserved for each word. From beginning to end, the ten or so slogans take up the entire book.
Lu Miao gave her two small math books.
One is used to practice writing, and the other is used to write down the order of Chinese pinyin letters according to memory.
These are all very, very basic things.
It is unlikely to be used in daily life at present, but Lu Miao is thinking about looking for a book with pinyin.
If she could find one, it would be easier for her to teach Ma Tianzao.
If you can’t find it, then just teach it this way first.
If you don’t need it now, you can always use it in the future.
It’s worth learning more.
Ma Tianzao thanked Lu Miao and took the ready-made book back home to eat and practice at noon.
As soon as Ma Tianzao left, Fu Jingyou came back.
He went with another young man in the team, and together they used Diuli's old ox to pull a cart, padded the cart with some things, and pulled a large cart full of coal slag that had been quenched by fierce fire.
Among them were the honeycomb coal that Fu Jingyou had not had time to take back before.
The coal slag is old, some of which is broken coal, which is closer to the original ore, but most of it is honeycomb coal that is either neat or broken after burning.
They are all good things.
Lu Miao looked around and was afraid that things would be piled up on the threshing ground and affect the members' use of the threshing ground, so he asked Fu Jingyou and another young man in the team to unload the broken coal slag at the side of the house at the door.
When you need it, just come and shovel it.
The young man in the team led the cow back, and Lu Miao invited Fu Jingyou into the house.
The chicken soup that was stewed in the morning was cooked on low heat for two or three hours, and it was just done. You can smell the fragrant aroma as soon as you enter the house.
Fu Jingyou carried the basket back to the hut behind to stack the honeycomb coals. He came out, rubbing his black hands and asked:
"What did you make? It smells so good?"
"The horse scorer sent the chicken, and Tianzao helped cut it up."
"Um?"
Fu Jingyou washed his hands by the well. "Why did he suddenly send a chicken over?"
Lu Miao told her that Ma Tianzao wanted to learn something from her.
After a while, he asked again, "Isn't it too expensive to take someone else's chicken?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head. "It's not worth much, but the villagers are frugal and don't want to eat it themselves."
Lu Miao hesitated: "Should I not take it?"
Fu Jingyou laughed, waved his hand and took her into the house:
"How could that be? What you teach her is also solid and real skills. They will only thank you."
In the past, even if Lu Miao shouted everywhere that he wanted to "recruit disciples", no one would pay attention.
But it's different now.
Everyone saw with their own eyes that she had successfully fermented the fertilizer.
Just because Ma Tianzao earned 400 work points after working hard for half a month, scorer Ma believed in her a hundred times or ten thousand times.
Otherwise, would he come to my house in such a hurry with a chicken?
After asking Lu Miao to sit down at the table, Fu Jingyou brought over the bowls, chopsticks, and the old-fashioned silver soup spoon from home.
The main course for lunch was sweet potatoes prepared by Lu Miao, served with chicken soup.
Fu Jingyou opened the lid of the soup pot.
This time, there was a lot of oil floating on the surface of the chicken soup, but it was obviously not as much as the chicken soup that Chen Guifen had stewed before.
The chicken brought from the horse scorer's house should have been from not long ago this year.
Fu Jingyou skimmed off the oil and scooped some into Lu Miao's bowl:
"Try it first."
Lu Miao took it, blew on it, took a sip, and nodded gently, "It tastes good."
Fu Jingyou chuckled and felt relieved, then took her bowl again.
Fu Jingyou stirred the soup pot with a spoon and put all her favorite chicken feet and wings into the bowl.
He also scooped two more chicken legs into the bowl, and finally scooped a little bit of chicken soup.
Because it really can't fit.
Lu Miao frowned and grinned as he looked at the big bowl of chicken that he pushed over to him, and was almost speechless.
"You're not the kind of person you'd use to feed a pig. I don't want to eat that much."
Fu Jingyou coaxed her: "The chicken this time is tender and delicious, you take a bite first."
Lu Miao pouted and made a "tsk" sound, as if she was angry and acting like a spoiled child:
"Don't eat so much! How can I eat that much?"
Fu Jingyou dragged the bowl over, moved the chopsticks in his hand, and couldn't decide which one to pick out for a long time.
Lu Miao likes to eat chicken feet and chicken wings, and he wants Lu Miao to eat chicken legs.
Seeing that he was hesitating, Lu Miao couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly brought the bowl back, picked up the chicken legs with chopsticks, stretched out his arm and put them into his bowl, two in a row.
This time it was Fu Jingyou's turn to frown and make a "tsk tsk" sound.
Lu Miao hummed in amusement, "Eat it. Even if I encounter something I like to eat, you may not get a share. How can I really let myself down?"
Fu Jingyou frowned and was not very happy with the meal.
Seeing the sweet potatoes that Lu Miao had steamed at noon, he asked hesitantly:
"Is there no rice at home?"
"Yes, I have."
"How do you steam sweet potatoes?"
"Sweet potatoes are convenient, but how can we eat white rice every meal?"
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