MTL - I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times-Chapter 135 Steamed pear plaster

Chapter 135 Steamed Autumn Pear Paste

As soon as Bai Yunxi said this, Mrs. Li immediately laughed, "I listen to my mother, don't be in a hurry, just wait for my fate with the child."

　　Du looked at the girl next to her who was trying hard to eat the chicken wings, with a rare hint of relief in her eyes.

 ‘According to my mother-in-law, Yaya came early, so she should have a deep relationship with her? ’

Everyone had eaten and drank enough, and Baiyun Xi directly asked them to go to bed, "Go to bed early and get up early. There is still a lot of work waiting for you tomorrow."

 “Mother, what kind of job?” Bai Anyi blinked, looking confused.

"You have a lot of life to live. The pears you picked will have to be processed tomorrow. These things cannot be stored for a long time, as they are easy to spoil."

When the sky was dark, Baiyunxi was awakened by the sound of water in the yard. She got up to sign in. Thinking that she would make Qiuli ointment today, she didn't bother to go to bed and got up directly.

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 Put the steamer basket on the big pot, place the washed pears one by one in the basket, five layers high, turn on the high heat and steam them until they are soft and rotten, and the skins are not broken, so as to prevent the pear juice from overflowing.

"An Yan, this is wheat seed. Whoever has a three-legged columbine can borrow it and use it for sowing the day after tomorrow."

Bai Yunxi glared at him and took out a cloth bag from the inside.

“Mom, you know so much.” Mrs. Li stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove and looked at her mother-in-law with stars in her eyes.

“Mother, did you go to the town to buy wheat seeds today?”

 After making arrangements for the next day's work, Baiyunxi's family went to bed.

“Mom, did I make too much noise and wake you up?” Mrs. Li wiped the handle and poured the water into the water jar. “No, I always wake up like this, I’m used to it.”

Bai Anyan nodded, as long as it could increase the yield of the fields, he would have no problem no matter how hard or tiring it was.

“Although winter wheat does not require much water, it still needs to be watered twice, and you will have to work hard to carry the water.”

“Mom, I’m not tired. My sister-in-law is cooking, so I’ll help wash the pears.”

“Well, since you want to plant winter wheat, you must prepare it. If there is a shortage of water in the later period, you must irrigate it in time.”

 One hundred three. One two four. One hundred four. Two hundred

These are all crafts for making a living. If their mother-in-law is willing to teach them, they naturally have to learn them hard.

Bai Anyan was stunned, lowered his head and opened the bag, and was surprised to see the full-grained wheat seeds.

"You can also study more." Bai Yunxi looked at the admiring look in her eyes and curled his lips.

 After that, prepare three large basins, put the steamed pears on the filter cloth, mash them into puree, press them with stones, squeeze out the pear juice, and strain it into the basins.

Li and Du were busy working beside Baiyun Xi, listening to their mother-in-law's guidance and studying hard and carefully.

Baiyunxi looked at the second child,

Bai Yunxi saw that she was almost busy with her work, so she turned around and went into the house. She first found a clean filter cloth, and then took out a few jars, cleaned them, and put them in the takeout to dry in preparation for filling Qiuli ointment.

“It just so happens that my grandfather has a three-legged columbine at home. I’ll borrow it for use tomorrow.”

 “Don’t worry, mother, my son knows.”

"Look, when you press it with a stone, the pear juice will slowly seep into the basin, but this is a bit time-consuming. While we have time, we are steaming the second pot."

After breakfast, everyone went about their business. Baiyunxi mother-in-law and daughter-in-law started steaming autumn pears.

 Then he asked Mr. Li to turn out the steamer used for steaming buns during the Chinese New Year, clean it and set it aside for later use.

“I don’t know anyone except my own name.”

Li rubbed her hands in annoyance. Brother Yan had taught her how to read before, but she found it too laborious and could barely recognize her own name, so she almost gave up.

 (End of this chapter)