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| | Black bag group of the goddess of war (8th Dec 22 at 12:40am UTC) | | There are so many treasures on the mountain that they can explore slowly. When they have money, they will directly contract down, and then patrol their own hills. Tao Dali was still angry in his heart, but now he did not know how to disperse. Took a look at the unknown Dongshu, and then took a look at the pheasant directly penetrated by a branch, Tao Dali was in a complicated mood, and for a moment he did not know whether to sympathize with Dongshu or with the prey in the mountains. The two of them went for a long time, and when they came back, every family in the village began to cook. Now the work in the field is not particularly tiring. They have two crops of rice a year in this area, and the second crop of rice will not be harvested until around October. Now it has entered the mature period, just keep an eye on it, and then some other dry land farm work. It's not heavy, but we all depend on the sky to eat and the earth to survive. Especially nowadays, it is fixing farm output quotas for each household. If you plant well and harvest more, the life at home will be good. So, even if the work in the field is not much, but we still serve very carefully. Chapter 2886 farming to support the family in 1980. The Tao family is probably divided, and now there is no noise. Or maybe they sat down and started talking calmly. But all this has nothing to do with Dongshu. Two people returned home, Tao Dali naturally began to make a fire to boil water. Once upon a time, when Tao Dali's family was not cold in summer and autumn, the Kang in the two rooms was changed for cooking. He doesn't sleep in the Westinghouse anyway, so it's okay to be casual. But now that Dongshu is here, we need to pay attention to it. He burned it this morning to get rid of the moisture. At noon, you can burn it again, and in the evening, the heat will dissipate. But at night? You can't still burn it, so Dongshu can't sleep. It's still hot today. Thinking of this, Tao Dali felt that when he came back from the county town in the afternoon, he had to build another stove in the small barn. I usually cook there in summer and autumn, so I don't have to burn the Kang in the room where two people sleep, and I can't sleep no matter how hot it is. Tao Dali is boiling water, and Dongshu is dealing with mushrooms. Cut off the roots and put them in a pot on one side. Dongshu picked a whole basket of mushrooms, which were boiled and dried in the sun, and really could not produce many goods. But slowly, after autumn, there is more rain, and the mushrooms on the mountain are almost constant. As long as the hands and feet are diligent, there is no need to worry about the rations this winter. Adding a dish is better than eating radish and cabbage every day. Left a little to stew chicken at noon today, the rest of the Dongshu are boiled out, and then sweep the place on the roof of the pigsty, the chicken coop is also swept clean, and the mushrooms are hung on it. Tao Dali helped silently on one side. He is probably used to living alone, and he can do all these trivial things. There is no male chauvinism, Dongshu is a woman, these jobs should be done by Dongshu. Of course, inflatable amusement park , part of the reason may be that he knows that two people are not really husband and wife, and Dongshu's strength is not weak. Really all push to Dong Shu, make the eye angry, say not good to go to war. So Tao Dali burned the fire and came to help. After Dongshu stewed the chicken, she went to dry the mushrooms. Wild flowers and sweet-scented osmanthus and so on, this is the basis of the accumulation of funds after Dongshu, so we need to be extra precious. Mushrooms directly on the stone drying, these flowers and plants, Dongshu is put in the dustpan. Fortunately, Tao Dali has two dustpans at home. One is big and the other is small, and the small one is shabby. But if it's not broken or leaking, it can be used. After putting the sweet-scented osmanthus and so on into the dustpan, it was placed on the pigsty shed. The pheasant stewed at home was fragrant, and Tao Dali sat in front of the stove, silently in a daze. The idea in my heart is simple and crude. Women are really troublesome. And prodigal. When Dongshu stewed the chicken, she put a lot of oil. Although today is not like the planned economy in the past, many things are still regulated by the state, not so thoughtful. Today's oil is not as tense as it used to be, but in general, it is either the oil collected from their own rapeseed, or the oil refined from their own pigs and fat meat, which is used from the beginning to the end of the year. A pig for a year, or a little rapeseed oil for a year. Dong Shu just poured the oil, beyond the standard of Tao Dali's usual oil. Although Tao Dali was upset, he was not very angry. In his view, Dongshu this is too pitiful, before it is estimated that it has not eaten oil. Dong Shu:?? The pheasant is not too big, but it is fed naturally and tastes good.
Dongshu stewed the pheasant, set up a curtain, and steamed a small basin of rice. Tao Dali planted one season of upland rice a year, and the harvest was good, with a yield of seven or eight hundred catties per mu. The rice planted today is not as good as the various rice varieties of later generations, and most of the rice planted now is hybrid varieties that can fill the stomach, so the yield is still gratifying. The final rice yield of 1000 Jin per mu is about 75%, that is, 500 to 600 Jin of rice. Apart from the agricultural tax of more than 100 catties of public grain, Tao Dali, an adult man, has 30 catties of rice a month, which is enough to eat. Even if he consumes a lot, he can't eat more. Up to 400 catties of rice a year is enough for him to eat. Apart from these, he can sell the rest for money and then subsidize other aspects of his life. After careful calculation, I don't have much surplus, but at least I don't have to go hungry. Because I'm not hungry now, and Tao Dali himself eats a lot. So Dongshu steamed a pot of rice, but he didn't have much idea. He's still stuck in the rhythm of the heartache oil and hasn't come out yet. When the smell of chicken stewed with mushrooms came out, Tao Dali had no other idea. It smells good. It smells really good. He usually eats meat, too. The hunter himself doesn't eat meat. Isn't it like a joke. Moreover, he had a heavy workload and often ran to the mountains. If he did not eat meat,large inflatable water slide, he would not be able to run away if he met a wolf. So, usually Tao Dali also eats. But the most he did was ripe, but Dongshu did this. It is not too much to say that it is fragrant for ten miles. Tao Dali pursed his lips as he burned the fire. joyshineinflatables.com | |
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