Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

Chapter 53

Nanzhi took the dog to collect chestnuts in the cellar.

She suddenly thought about it just now. The black flour at home is coarse flour ground from wheat, and the white flour is fine flour ground from wheat. Can chestnuts also be made into chestnut flour?

She still remembered the chestnut noodles she had eaten in school. If chestnuts could be ground into chestnut noodles, the two hundred kilograms of chestnuts at home would not be afraid of getting moldy and rotten.

Mom, what are chestnut noodles? Gou'er was a little curious as his mother kept talking about chestnut noodles.

He only knows that there are black noodles and white noodles. Black noodles don’t taste as good as white noodles, but they are cheaper than white noodles.

Just like black noodles, you can also make chestnut noodles and eat them. Nanzhi said with a smile while looking at the chestnuts in the sack.

She didn't believe it. She was a person who could travel through time. How could she not make chestnut noodles?

This time she will try a few kilograms first. If it works, she can tell Li Zheng, and then everyone will no longer have to hold chestnuts and chew them every day.

Is it like a steamed bun? Gou'er thought for a while, is the chestnut noodles the same thing as a steamed bun?

He had eaten black-faced steamed buns given by Granny Liu before, and they were better than pancakes.

It should be about the same. Does the dog want to eat it? Nanzhi asked while putting chestnuts into the bag.

The dog nodded: I want to eat!

Seeing the expectant look on the dog's face, Nanzhi encouraged herself that she could only succeed this time, not fail.

As soon as he left the cellar, Nanzhi saw Lin Yicheng and Lin Ercheng entering the yard each carrying two bundles of firewood.

Seeing his girl carrying a cloth bag, Lin Yicheng asked: Fat girl, what are you doing?

Nanzhi raised the chestnuts in his hand and said with a smile: I'm wondering if these chestnuts can be ground into chestnut noodles. Eating too many chestnuts makes my stomach uncomfortable.

Okay, just think about it yourself and don't waste things. Lin Yicheng told him and didn't say much. He didn't know why he just felt that his girl could always succeed.

Besides, no one can bear to eat the same thing all the time. Just like the time before the family bought food, they ate sweet potatoes every meal, either boiled or roasted. Even the soup they drank were the leftovers from boiled sweet potatoes. , he felt like he was almost turning into a sweet potato.

I know, I know. Nanzhi nodded before taking the chestnut and going to the kitchen.

uncle.

Just as Lin Yicheng was about to carry the wood into the woodshed, he felt his pants being pulled. When he lowered his head, he saw the dog with a tangled look on his face.

Hey, what's up, dog? What are you doing with uncle?

Seeing his uncle looking at him lovingly, the dog's little face suddenly turned red.

Uncle, I'm sorry. The dog lowered his head and rubbed his little hands.

Grandma said that a man must admit when he has done something wrong, otherwise he will be a bad boy.

My uncle is very kind to his mother and himself, so he shouldn't lose his temper.

Yeah. Lin Yicheng was a little surprised when he heard Gou'er's words. Why did his little nephew apologize?

The dog was wrong. He shouldn't have been cruel to uncle yesterday. The dog tugged at the corner of his clothes, Can uncle forgive the dog?

After hearing this, Lin Yicheng almost dropped the pole in his hand to the ground.

Look at your little nephew, he is more obedient and sensible.

Then think about that little brat Doudou and Maomao running around and getting into trouble every day.

Lin Yicheng felt like he was crying in his heart.

Throughout the afternoon, Lin Ercheng looked at his eldest brother as if he didn't know he was tired, and the hatchet he was chopping was faintly on fire.

Brother, what's wrong with you? Lin Ercheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he took his clothes and asked.

Twenty percent. Lin Yicheng put down the hatchet in his hand, squatted aside and sighed.

Hearing his eldest brother sigh, Lin Ercheng scratched his head. What's going on? Why is his eldest brother still sighing when he cuts firewood?

You said, why is Fat Ya's dog so sensible?

Lin Ercheng was stunned and hesitated. Could it be that his brother was envious of his sister's good dog?

Fat Ya's life is hard, so it's a last resort for the dog to behave better.

After hearing this, Lin Yicheng paused. Yes, Doudou has been pampered by his family since he was a child. Even if he ran to the second uncle's hut last time, his parents only beat him. A butt meal.

Thinking about the current situation of Fat Ya and Gou'er, Lin Yicheng felt a little more distressed.

The two brothers made two more trips and saw the neatly stacked firewood in the woodshed, which was probably enough for Nanzhi and his wife to use for a while before they felt relieved.

After being kept by Nanzhi for dinner, he waved and left Lihua Village, heading towards his home.

They were also quite curious about the taste of the big turtle.

Nanzhi was not idle all afternoon, cleaning up the small stone mill that had been idle for several years at home.

She had seen how the heroine used sweet potatoes to make sweet potato starch in the novel, but it had been so long that she couldn't remember it clearly.

I frowned and thought for a long time with no results.

Finally decided to try a stone grinder.

After washing Shimo Nanzhi, he poured all the chestnuts in the bag into the pot and cooked them. Then he peeled the shells while they were still hot to prevent them from getting too cold. He was relieved when he saw that the dustpan was full of cratered chestnuts. .

Her nails were now full of chestnut mud, and Nanzhi, who looked yellow, felt a little disgusted, but she didn't have time to dislike it, so she just carried the dustpan to the edge of the stone.

Nanzhi himself had never used a stone mill, and he rummaged through his original memory for a long time before finding some blurred memories.

After thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, Nanzhi finally figured out how to operate it.

Auntie, come on!

With the dog's encouragement, Nanzhi felt full of energy and could spin the stone mill.

After struggling for half an hour, I finally got half a basin of chestnut mud.

Looking at the sticky chestnut paste, Nanzhi hesitated.

Next it should be dried and then ground into powder.

After hesitating for a while, Nanzhi finally took out a piece of cotton clothes from the cabinet.

These were the clothes of her cheap husband, but the impression seemed to be that she had finished them before giving them to him.

After gesticulating with scissors for a long time, I cut out a piece of cloth as big as a dustpan. I poured it through the water before spreading it on the dustpan. Then I poured the chestnut paste on it and spread it out.

Then I took the dustpan and went to the backyard to dry it.

With the weather like this, it might be dry by midnight.

After packing up her things, Nanzhi went back to cooking dinner.

Watching his two brothers leave, Nanzhi sat in the yard, lost in thought.

Grandma, what's wrong with you? Gou'er saw his grandma looking at the sky in a daze, and he also sat next to her.

Mom is a little homesick. Nanzhi said softly while looking at the bright moon.

She used to sit in the yard with her grandma and watch the moon.

Gou'er wanted to accompany her back to her grandma's house tomorrow, but when she saw her grandma's appearance, Gou'er didn't say anything.

He always felt that A Niang seemed very unhappy now.

Looking at the bright moon, Nanzhi suddenly felt like crying.

She was homesick.

But there is no grandma at home, and she has no relatives there.