Chapter 65 Protecting the Child

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned when she entered the space. The cabbage in her field was growing so vigorously.

Can it still be called cabbage?

It's almost called cabbage.

She felt guilty.

She was too busy these two days. Since she went back to her hometown to take care of her grandparents' health.

She forgot about the cabbage in the field.

She harvested all the cabbage without saying a word.

As she expected, this crop that can only be harvested once matures.

The whole piece of land can be used to plant other crops. It's not like peach trees. It's impossible to plant other plants.

Looking at the empty space, she thought about it. Some things still have to be left for her parents. This kind of rice and flour is the most suitable. It seems that rice should be planted.

In this era of material shortage, you may not be able to buy things even if you have money.

Especially they are considered city dwellers. The urban household registration depends on the food book for food. There is a fixed amount of food every month. If you buy enough, you can't buy food if you want to.

Moreover, coarse and fine grains are rationed, and you can't buy rice and flour even if you have money.

Jiang Xiaoxiao calculated that she would leave in a week.

If she calculated it according to the time in her space, she could harvest one crop a day on average, so the rice she harvested in a week should be at least several thousand kilograms.

And she found the biggest benefit, the cabbage she harvested from this piece of land was actually placed directly in the warehouse of her space.

It was clearly seen from the warehouse that this piece of land harvested about 1,000 kilograms of cabbage.

So, a piece of land in the space is about one-fifth of an acre.

After all, her land is green and pure natural plant agent, without chemical fertilizers or pesticides.

But she remembered that rice seedlings must be sent out before planting.

But she didn't know how to grow seedlings by herself.

She had to change her mind and plant wheat first. It seems that her parents can't eat rice for the time being.

There is no way. Although she did a lot of farm work in her previous life, she really didn't do much work like growing seedlings.

Who made her become a rural doctor later.

She made up her mind that when she went to the countryside, she would definitely ask the old farmers in the village for advice. Of course, it might be a farm, but there would always be experienced people.

Learn farming from them, because we have a space.

Plant wheat well.

Jiang Xiaoxiao fell asleep.

She slept until dawn, and when she woke up, she stayed in bed with her eyes closed.

Anyway, her parents didn't say anything to her.

The main reason was that she was busy all night yesterday.

She went directly into the space and saw that the wheat on the land had already produced golden ears of wheat.

The space products are really not covered.

Jiang Xiaoxiao harvested all the wheat, and she had discovered it yesterday.

All the planting and harvesting in the space only requires one's own thoughts. As long as she has a thought, the seeds will be planted in the ground.

The current harvest is the same.

After planting a new batch of wheat, she finally left the space and prepared to get up.

She was also thinking about what would happen if she tried to plant rice without seedlings.

Dad and brother have already gone to the factory.

Fan Xiuying told Jiang Xiaoxiao yesterday that she would go to the hospital with her grandfather and grandmother to see a doctor today.

She was worried about her mother's health. If she didn't check it carefully, who knew what would happen one day.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't go, not because she didn't care.

She knew it in her heart.

In any case, she had some idea about the condition of her body after eating the peach.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't go to the hospital with her mother today, just to make her cabbage and wheat reasonable and bright at home.

She didn't say anything. After cleaning up the house, she directly put out ten kilograms of cabbage in her space.

And wheat, wheat must be ground into flour.

She roughly saw that the wheat produced about five hundred kilograms.

She found the sacks at home and took the wheat out directly from the space.

Then she went to the aunt next door to borrow a tricycle and loaded the sacks on the car.

Not far from them is Xiaowang Village, where there is a mill. Otherwise, you can't find a place to grind flour or rice in the city.

Fortunately, she still has the skills of the tricycle, otherwise it would be really difficult for her to transport the wheat to the mill!

The space cannot be used casually. If people see it on the street, it will be a death sentence.

500 kilograms of wheat can produce 400 kilograms of white flour.

It costs three yuan to grind 500 kilograms of wheat. If they don't want bran.

Then just one dollar and fifty cents will do.

The owner of the mill is a real man.

He is an honest man at first glance.

He didn't play tricks. He just ground the flour and found a few flour bags for her to pack. He only charged her five cents.

Jiang Xiaoxiao rode the tricycle to pull the four bags of flour back.

That really broke out in a sweat.

After arriving home, he carried the four bags of flour into his brother's room again.

It's not safe to put it in the kitchen. These two years are not the same as the years to come.

The mice are rampant.

It's better to put it in the house with people. If it's in the kitchen, the mice will rebel.

After packing up, Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the time and estimated that her grandparents and Fan Xiuying should be back soon, so she started cooking.

Anyway, there is freshly ground white flour today, and she wants to try the effect of her own white flour.

Let the flour rise first.

Weather like this develops quickly.

I happened to have some cabbage, so I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and cut 2 pounds of pork.

Pork has more lean meat and less fat. This is how the meat seller cuts it because he doesn't know Jiang Xiaoxiao.

In this era, fat is a sought-after commodity.

No one wants a lot of lean meat.

Chopped the meat filling and prepared to make steamed buns at noon.

Although the stuffing of the bok choy seems to be a little too watery, it is just right to squeeze out the water to make the buns.

By the time Fan Xiuying and the others entered, the yard was already filled with aroma.

Jiang Xiaoxiao happened to be walking into the house carrying a big basin.

"Mom, grandma and grandpa, you are back, wash your hands quickly. I made steamed buns for lunch today, and they are big meat buns stuffed with cabbage."

Jiang Xiaoxiao showed off proudly.

You must know that she was spoiled by her parents in the past. She was really indifferent to all aspects of her body and her grain.

Not to mention steamed buns, I'm afraid they can be steamed into doughy buns.

Fan Xiuying hurriedly went up to pick a curtain for her daughter.

"What are you so anxious about? You can wait until mom comes back to make it. Tell me, you have never steamed steamed buns before. Why do you think of steaming buns today? It's easier to make dumplings than to steam them. It's better if your noodles don't rise. ”

Fan Xiuying, can you not be anxious?

This is white noodles.

I'm afraid of my daughter Huo Huo.

Jiang Xiaoxiao immediately blocked her mother's mouth with a bun.

He actually didn't trust her.

Fan Xiuying took a bite.

My eyes can't help but light up. Not to mention, these buns are really delicious.

"Don't criticize Xiaoxiao. She can think of cooking for us at her age. This is the child's wish. You can't praise the child properly! I think these buns are very good."

The old lady rolled her eyes at her daughter. This was not bullying her granddaughter.

Yesterday I had my ears twisted, but today I know how to protect them.

"Come on, Xiaoxiao, bring the buns to grandma. Grandma thinks these buns are delicious. Your mother doesn't like eating them, so tell her not to eat them. Grandma will have to eat at least three in a while. This is the first time for Xiaoxiao in our family to make buns. Steamed buns, grandma has to give us a little face no matter what, and they must be delicious, grandma has heard about them.”

The old lady is such a protector.