Not only is it black, but the texture is also not delicate enough, and it is slightly rough.
Today's noodles are even more rough, with bran that hasn't been dried yet.
It may be rough, but it tastes alright, and it's quite chewy and fragrant!
Slurp, slurp, a bowl of noodles is down, warm and cozy, I feel like I'm about to break a sweat.
Ye Lingyu served her another bowl and instructed, "Eat slowly, there's more in the pot if you're not full. Besides, no one will take it from you, why are you in such a hurry?"
Taking the bowl from Ye Lingyu, Cheng Qingyan was always embarrassed to say that it was because she was hungry. Because the food was too bland, she suddenly started drooling as she ate noodles.
"Okay, I know. You should eat too. You've had a long day. Take a shower and get some sleep after you eat."
The clothes she was wearing were washed by Ye Lingyu, and she didn't know what she used, but they had a smell she had never smelled before.
"I won't wake you up tomorrow. I can manage by myself as long as you go to the threshing ground to turn over the grain."
"No way, we agreed to work together. I've already slacked off all day, I can't slack off tomorrow."
"It's not that I'm slacking off, there's not much work to do."
"You still have to get up. Wake me up tomorrow morning!"
Ye Lingyu ate the noodles in her bowl, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Cheng Qingyan is very sensible now, and she likes that.
Having learned from yesterday's experience, when Ye Lingyu called her the next morning, she jumped up from the straw mat.
He forced the computer to boot up and immediately asked, "Did I scold you today?"
Ye Lingyu smiled and shook her head, but she did keep this in mind, which is why she woke up as soon as she was called today.
The tingling sensation she felt was something she had never experienced in either of her two lives.
Cheng Qingyan mentally encouraged herself: What's wrong with that? She'd already gotten through the toughest part; what was a little task like drying grains? She could handle it in a heartbeat!
From home to the threshing ground, he was full of fighting spirit and confidence the whole way.
Today's work was indeed much easier than the previous few days.
Simply turn the drying millet over several times a day.
Looking at the empty field, with only rice straw roots left, he couldn't help but ask, "Wife, this field is empty, what will we plant in a few days?"
"Under normal circumstances, you could plant a season of wheat or rapeseed. What are your thoughts?"
After a moment's hesitation, Cheng Qingyan tentatively asked, "Could you allocate me a piece of land for my experiments?"
Ye Lingyu understood; so that was the problem: "Of course you can. You can use them all for experiments; these fields are all yours."
Cheng Qingyan hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, I just want to try. It's not certain that I'll succeed. I can't risk all the land. Besides, I don't want to go hungry."
Taking it one step at a time is the safest approach. We don't yet know if the seeds in this space will be able to adapt to the weather and soil conditions here.
Ye Lingyu smiled. Cheng Qingyan's reaction made her feel that Cheng Qingyan was the outsider in this family, while she was the hostess.
On the way home after turning over the millet, Ye Lingyu asked Cheng Qingyan when they would ask the village chief about the wasteland on the mountain.
"There's no time like the present," Cheng Qingyan clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Let's do it today!"
After the meal, Ye Lingyu and Cheng Qingyan went to the village chief's house.
When asked about the wasteland on the hillside, the village chief shook his head and sighed.
“Cheng San, it’s good that a prodigal son has turned over a new leaf, but we can’t be reckless. Your wife should have told you about that piece of land on the hillside. It’s a wasteland. So many people have tried to cultivate it before, but no one has grown anything. They’ve wasted their seeds.”
"Besides, didn't the village already return the two mu of land you were allowed to cultivate? Isn't that enough? You should stop making trouble."
Cheng Qingyan glanced at Ye Lingyu, who sat demurely, smiling at her.
The village chief was telling the truth; it really was wasteland. He was telling Cheng Qingyan and the others to think it over carefully because it was for their own good.
“Village chief, I know you mean well. I discussed wanting that land with my wife. She agreed. I didn’t do anything reckless.”
She looked at Ye Lingyu for help, but the village chief had no intention of letting her cultivate the wasteland and thought she was being reckless.
Ye Lingyu nodded: "Village Chief, what Cheng-husband said is right. Letting her give it a try won't hurt; it's better than her getting into trouble again when she's free."
The village chief's expression changed, and he smiled, "What Mrs. Cheng said is right. It would be better to let her dig the land. That plot of land has been abandoned, so you can just go and cultivate it."
Cheng Qingyan was speechless. What was going on? Had the original owner's character been imprinted in their minds?
Then Ye Lingyu continued, "Village Chief, my husband and I have discussed it and would like to ask if you could buy that piece of land directly."
"Madam Cheng, that's wasteland. If you buy it, you'll just be stuck with it."
"Don't worry about that, village chief. Just sell it to us at the price of wasteland. If we can't grow anything, we won't cause you any trouble."
Hearing Ye Lingyu's assurance, the village chief still hesitated.
They'll definitely say all sorts of nice things before the purchase, but what if Cheng San comes to their house and goes crazy after the purchase?
Moreover, even for wasteland, the purchase of land had to go through the village head and the government.
Seeing that the village chief remained silent for a long time, Cheng Qingyan became a little anxious. Was it really that difficult? He wouldn't sell even after being offered money? Was he worried about after-sales issues?
"Don't worry, village chief. I know I bought wasteland. If nothing grows on it, I, Cheng Qingyan, guarantee I won't be a scoundrel and demand a refund."
The village chief glanced at Cheng Qingyan and finally smiled and agreed: "You'd better remember what you said. If you act recklessly, I'll have someone send you directly to the authorities."
Cheng Qingyan's face lit up with joy: "Alright, if I act foolishly again, you can do whatever you want with me."
"Everyone says Cheng San has become a good person, and seeing him today has truly made me look at him in a new light."
The old village chief noticed that Cheng San sat quietly today, not interrupting his conversation with Ye Lingyu. He had also been behaving very properly in the threshing ground these past few days, which was quite unexpected.
Being acknowledged for her changes in person, Cheng Qingyan blushed slightly: "What you're saying is so kind of you. I can only get better in the future~ You'll have to keep an eye on me."
These words made the village chief and Ye Lingyu laugh. If it were even better, that would be even better.
The land purchase was settled. Wasteland doesn't fetch much money, but the village chief was forced to accept five taels of silver from the ten-plus acres of land.
They could have refused, but Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu were afraid that the villagers would cause them trouble later, so they made a big fuss about telling the villagers that they had spent five taels of silver to buy more than ten acres of wasteland.
Some well-meaning villagers advised them to leave quickly, saying that crops couldn't be grown in that place.
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