When Mrs. Yang arrived in front of the village, her eyesight immediately ran out. The entrance to the village was made like a city gate, and there were people guarding and patrolling above.
No wonder I heard that when there was a war before, I could defend the stronghold by myself without relying on the soldiers and horses of the government office.
Old Mrs. Yang was very envious in her heart. The wall of the village looked like an earthen wall, but she had heard that some earthen walls were stronger than blue bricks. There were wooden fences on the wall, and there were people standing inside.
Looking down.
But when they saw Mrs. Yang and the others, the people above smiled and waved to them.
It was the second time for Zhao Xueli and others to come, and they all responded one after another.
Mrs. Cao put her hands in her sleeves: "It's really different. It doesn't look shorter than the city wall of Taozhou. Look at the people guarding it. Although they don't have those sharp weapons in their hands, they are very scary with sticks. At least
Don’t worry about bandits or anything like that.”
"That's right," Old Mrs. Yang said, "I haven't heard from Sister Luo and the others that there are many cattle and sheep in the stockade. People can enter the stockade casually. Can the cattle and sheep be kept?"
Mrs. Cao whispered: "But if we are allowed in, Sister Luo is still the best."
Just for this battle, there were so many people accompanying them in, and Mrs. Cao's heart was still beating wildly. If she came alone, how could she look around the village and think about finding work for everyone, and she wished she could do it as soon as possible
Just come out.
After passing the gate of the village, Mrs. Cao saw a lot of people coming to greet her. It was just like walking into the city, but this city was different from the cities they usually went to.
Of course people are different.
The people in the village were dressed similarly to them, except that in winter, they all wore an additional layer of fur. Mrs. Cao looked even more envious.
Mrs. Yang could see what Mrs. Cao was thinking: "How can people raise so many animals without furs to wear? If you make money or make items, you can also get some furs to make clothes."
Mrs. Cao said: "If you don't have any fur, you can exchange it for some goat milk."
Old Mrs. Wei gave it to brothers Wei Shan and Wei Shi in exchange for goat's milk, but they were so envious of it. To be honest, Mrs. Cao had tasted cow's milk once in her life, but she had never drank goat's milk. She thought
Get some to replenish your daughter-in-law Ge's health. When Ge's health recovers, the Cao family will be able to have more children.
When Mrs. Yang saw Mrs. Cao's eyes shining, she thought of the milk that Sister Luo made in the kitchen. The milk was so sweet and sour that she tasted a piece of it and almost had her mouth full.
Walk.
Just this, and he even asked her to bring it. Would the village be willing to eat it?
Mrs. Yang thought it was impossible.
Isn't it okay to drink milk properly? How valuable is that thing? If it weren't for the village, who would be able to drink it? Sister Luo pressed and boiled it, so there was not much left in a large jar of milk.
People are willing to have more things, but can they still like them if they become less?
But since Sister Luo asked her to take it with her, she should take it with her. When she meets the people in the village later, she has to say that she made it with her own hands.
Mrs. Yang was worried about these "cheese lumps", fearing that she would lose her skills with this thing.
But thinking about it, Sister Luo asked her to sell it, and she had to sell it.
The men went to the sheepfold, and the women also went to the few rooms vacated for them in the stockade.
Today is different from yesterday. There are people waiting at the other side of the house.
Some people were carrying furs, some were carrying cloth samples, and some were carrying baskets filled with spun threads. When they saw Luo Zhenniang and Widow Xie, people in the village gathered around them.
"I'll weave."
"I am doing the same. Take a look, can you weave it like this?"
The loom was busy, and Luo Zhenniang and Widow Xie collected the work one by one.
Mrs. Cao looked at it and said, "So much? You can't finish it in a few days." Yesterday, Luo Zhenniang and Widow Xie said that they wouldn't make much today, so how could this not be enough?
Isn’t it a good thing if it can’t be finished? What are you doing hiding at home in the winter? With this kind of work, everyone will have plenty of money.
With envy in her heart, Mrs. Cao had her hands full and laid out all the needlework and other things that everyone had made. All the things that the sixteen households could take out were here, and everyone also brought what they had left.
Stockade.
Many of the things like shoe soles are reserved for making shoes for family members, so it doesn't matter if they are given to the village first. Things returned from the village are more useful than shoe soles.
Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Cao put it here, and people immediately came over to take a look.
The shoe soles made by the sixteen households were brought out yesterday, and everyone in the village recognized them. Many people came here with their things, and they were all heading for the shoe soles.
The people in the village think it's worth exchanging old furs for things. Every year they keep the furs for use. The old ones are piled there. The old ones are a bit unusable and they can't bear to throw them away, but they feel good about exchanging them.
, the things were not in vain, and they were replaced with ones that can be used now.
Even though she brought a lot of soles today, she changed them out quickly. Mrs. Yang finally felt the joy of Widow Xie and the others yesterday, and she lost a lot of shoes in the blink of an eye.
After busying for a long time, Mrs. Yang just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sister Luo wandering over.
Seeing her granddaughter, Mrs. Yang's heart skipped a beat, remembering what her granddaughter had asked her to do, and then she took out the "cheese pimple" from the bag.
The "cheese lumps" were cut into pieces at home, and my granddaughter got a porcelain plate from somewhere, and the cheese was placed on it.
The pieces are stacked one on top of another to form a hill, and a special space is set aside for them. At first glance, it looks really good.
Old Mrs. Cao looked straight at it, but she didn't dare to speak casually. The thing looked precious at first sight, and she was afraid that she would scare Old Mrs. Yang and drop the thing.
When Mrs. Yang put the porcelain plate on the case, Mrs. Cao said, "What is this?"
"Have you never seen it?" Mrs. Yang pretended to be very normal, "I made cheese pimples."
Cheese pimples? This is the first time Mrs. Cao heard about it. She never thought that she was so ignorant: "What is it? Why do you still do this?"
The sixteen families did not come from the same place, most of them came together during the migration process, so it is normal for each other not to know about some things in the past.
If it weren't for the surrounding pastoral areas, many people would never have a taste of milk.
But the granddaughter decided to arrange this matter for her. Don't even think about it, she knew it was Mr. Song's idea again.
It was not once or twice that she took the blame for these two people. Mrs. Yang also thought of an excuse: "The old man who died in my family used to be a teacher for the people in the city. That family was a wealthy family. The old man in the family was in poor health and he had a family that could produce children."
His family knows how to make milk from cows and sheep, and I learned how to do it when I went to help.”
Old Mrs. Cao had always believed in Old Mrs. Yang, so she naturally didn't think there was anything wrong. She stared at the cheese lump with greedy eyes.
Mrs. Yang took out a piece and handed it to Mrs. Cao: "Try it, this small piece can equal a bowl of milk."
Mrs. Cao opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief: "This... a bowl of milk?"
Thank you Lan Niang for becoming the Silver Alliance, thank you to the new alliance leader for the boundless sea of blessings, worry-free is the realm of hope.
Very touching!
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