Mu Yunhan thought about too many things and felt a little lack of energy when he woke up the next morning.
Mix half whole grains and half white flour and knead it into a pancake. Brush a layer of oil on the iron pot, cover it with the pancake, and fry slowly over low heat.
After a while, the aroma of the noodles came out.
The little fat dog grunted anxiously around her, while Mu An and Mu Ying also fed the chickens, cleaned the house, and filled the water tanks with water.
The brother and sister were both drooling and greedy. They felt that the recent days were like a dream, and they were afraid that when they woke up from the dream, they would go back to the past, and they would be hungry after every meal.
Madam Mu Er came out with red eyes, holding on to the wall: "I dreamed of your father last night. He told me that life and death are fateful, and he doesn't blame me."
Mrs. Mu cried sadly, but her spirits were obviously much better.
When I say it, I just think about it.
Mu Yunhan asked tentatively: "Did Mom and Dad talk a lot in the dream?"
Madam Mu Er sighed: "Isn't it? It's just like the real thing."
She really felt that Mu Er was beside her. The couple talked all night, which opened up her heart.
It was said to be a dream, but there has never been such a real dream again.
Mu Yunhan pursed her lips and smiled. Maybe she could do something with this tea?
"Xiaohan, give me some more of your tea."
Mrs. Mu Er asked a little embarrassedly, maybe she could dream of her husband again?
Mu Yunhan refused without hesitation: "No more."
Tea can untie a certain knot, but it cannot help people escape reality.
How can it be possible to live in an illusory dreamland and always daydream?
Mrs. Mu Er was very regretful and said: "Don't worry, Xiaohan, I will take good care of myself and get better soon. This is what a mother should do."
Mrs. Mu Er's eyes were shining with determination. She was strong as a mother, and it was useless to feel sorry for herself.
"It'll be great if Mom can figure it out." Mu Yunhan was very pleased and arranged for his family to have breakfast.
Mrs. Mu drank half a bowl of porridge for the first time and took the initiative to walk around the courtyard wall twice.
Mu Yunhan smiled. As long as Mrs. Mu gets better, she won't have to worry about the trivial matters at home.
The land that Zhao Lizheng sold to Mu Yunhan was not far from the town. It was very fertile land. There was a ditch not far away and there was water all year round. It was cheap to grow anything.
There is currently some winter wheat planted in the ground, which will mature soon.
Zhao Huzi is a good farmer and takes good care of his crops.
The wheat in the field is much stronger than that in other homes. The ears are plump and heavy, which makes people happy just to see them.
Mu An was very happy: "Sister, we will have our own white noodles to eat soon!"
Mu Yunhan was a little frustrated. She wanted to shovel all the wheat and plant something new.
But if she shovels wheat, it will definitely attract a lot of attention, and the secret will be easily discovered, which is not good.
Forget it, haste makes waste, let them grow.
Mu Yunhan took Mu An to shovel weeds for a while and then went home.
She planned to dig up an open space in the corner of the yard and make a home-cooked vegetable patch like the Gu family did, and plant something special.
The idea is good, but she has never farmed.
In the past, in the Mu Mansion, although I took care of the vegetable fields with my grandmother, the Mu family's servant woman did all the digging and fertilizing. She only did light things.
As for the original owner, embroidery and needlework require a good hand, otherwise the work produced will be incomprehensible.
It's enough to shovel weeds in the morning, let alone dig out a piece of land.
After a few hoe strikes, blood blisters appeared on her palms. (To be continued)