Chapter 182 Don’t worry about it
Ma Tianzao didn’t believe it, so Lu Miao said again:
“Then I’ll make it at home someday, and you can try it then.”
What Lu Miao was thinking was that Ma Tianzao would be stationed here often in the future anyway.
When it comes time to actually make it, it will be convenient for her to try it.
Seeing her persistence, Ma Tianzao couldn't help but hesitate:
"Is it really edible?"
Lu Miao nodded.
Ma Tianzao still didn't believe it, but looking at Lu Miao's appearance, it certainly didn't look like he was telling lies.
Ma Tianzao doesn’t know how to make this, and I don’t believe it can be eaten, but Lu Miao obviously loves it.
She thought for a while and said:
"I know where to get this. If you want it, I will get it for you later."
Lu Miao frowned and became suspicious: "It's going to be winter Where did you get it? Don't bite me, I'll tell you!"
Ma Tianzao shook his head confidently:
"I know where it is, don't worry about it!"
Although he paid the tuition fee for a chicken, Ma Tianzao was a little embarrassed because he kept pestering Lu Miao.
Lu Miao wants this bastard, so just catch her for her.
Just treat it as tuition.
Ma Tianzao thought sweetly.
No matter how Lu Miao asked after that, she refused to tell where the turtles were.
I made up my mind to do it myself.
Lu Miao had no choice but to tell her to pay attention to her safety.
Afterwards, Lu Miao asked Ma Tianzao how many characters she recognized, and Ma Tianzao scratched it on the ground and showed it to her.
The countryside is different from the city. The wind is blowing hard and the school has been closed early.
Ma Tianzao, like some of the young men and young women in the village, has never been to a serious school and learned some of the words she knows from the elders in the village.
So she recognized them well, there were only about twenty or thirty, most of them were common in daily life, such as slogans posted under the wall, saying "Serve the People", "Engage in Production" and so on.
Ma Tianzao can only recognize some words but cannot write them yet, and the strokes are correct when written.
Referring to her situation, Lu Miao disassembled the words with wrong strokes in her notebook and wrote a long row in the order of strokes.
Let her write it when she has time.
In addition, the slogans that she can read but not write are also repeated in the same way.
The small arithmetic notebook only has a few pages in total, with three lines of practice space reserved for each word, and a dozen slogans from beginning to end take up the entire notebook.
Lu Miao gave her two small arithmetic books.
One is used to practice calligraphy, and the other is used to write down the order of Chinese Pinyin letters according to memory.
These are very, very basic things.
At present, it is unlikely to be used in daily life, but Lu Miao is thinking about looking back to see if he can find a book with pinyin.
If she could find it, she would teach Ma Tianzao to take it easy.
If you can’t find it, just teach it this way first.
If you don’t need it now, you can always use it later.
It’s not a loss to learn more.
Ma Tianzao thanked Lu Miao and went back to eat and practice with the ready-made notebook at noon.
As soon as Ma Tianzao left, Fu Jingyou came back from behind.
He went with another young man in the team, and they left together. He used the old oxen in Duli to hitch a cart, and put some things in the car, and pulled a large oxcart full of oxen that had been tempered by the fire. cinder.
Among them were the briquettes that Fu Jingyou had not had time to get back before.
The cinders are old, and some of them are crushed coal, which is a kind of raw ore, but most of them are either neat or broken briquettes after burning.
They are all good things.
Lu Miao looked around, fearing that the things piled up on the threshing floor would affect the members' use of the threshing floor, so she asked Fu Jingyou and another young man in the team to unload the broken cinders on the side of the door.
If you need it when the time comes, just come over and shovel it.
The young man in the team led the cow back, and Lu Miao welcomed Fu Jingyou into the house.
The chicken soup that was simmered in the morning has been cooked over low heat for two or three hours. It is just right and you can smell a tangy aroma as soon as you enter the house. Fu Jingyou carried the basket back to the back room to stack the briquettes, then came out and rubbed his dark hands and asked:
"What did you do? It smells so good?"
"The chicken was sent by the scorer, and Tianzao helped cut it."
"Huh?"
Fu Jingyou is here Washing hands by the well, "Why did he suddenly send chickens here?"
Lu Miao told Ma Tianzao that he wanted to learn from her.
After a while, he asked again: "Isn't it too expensive to take someone else's chicken?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head, "It's not worth much even if it's expensive. It's just that people in the countryside are frugal and don't want to eat it themselves."< br>
Lu Miao Youyou Yuyu: "Then shouldn't I take it?"
Fu Jingyou laughed, waved his hand and led her into the house:
"How could it be? You taught her a solid and real skill. I will only thank you.”
Before Lu Miao was released, even if Lu Miao shouted everywhere to "accept a disciple", no one would listen to him.
But it’s different now.
Everyone saw her success in fertilization.
Based on the fact that Ma Tianzao earned 400 work points after working hard for half a month, the scorekeeper Ma also believed her a hundred or ten thousand times.
How else could I bring the chicken to the door in such a hurry?
After Lu Miao sat down at the table, Fu Jingyou brought over bowls, chopsticks and an old-fashioned silver spoon from home.
The staple food for lunch, Lu Miao’s whole sweet potatoes, is eaten with chicken soup.
Fu Jingyou opened the lid of the soup can.
There was a lot of oil floating on the chicken soup this time, but it was obviously not as much as Chen Guifen’s previous stewed chicken soup.
The chicken brought by the horse scorer must be from this year.
Fu Jingyou put aside the oily flowers and scooped some into the bowl for Lu Miao:
"Try it first."
Lu Miao took it and blew on it, took a small sip, and nodded lightly. , "It tastes good."
Fu Jingyou chuckled and took her bowl again, relieved.
The spoon stirred the inside of the soup pot, and Fu Jingyou took all the chicken feet and wings she liked to eat into the bowl.
In addition, I scooped two more chicken legs into the bowl, and finally scooped out a little less chicken soup.
Because I really can’t fit it in.
Lu Miao frowned and looked at the large bowl of chicken he pushed over, almost speechless.
"I don't feed pigs like this, do I? I don't want to eat so much."
Fu Jingyou coaxed her: "The chicken this time is tender and delicious, you take a bite first. ”
Lu Miao pursed her lips and made a "tsk" sound, as if she was angry or coquettish:
"Don't eat so much! How can I eat it?"
Fu Jingyou dragged the bowl over, The chopsticks in my hand moved, and I couldn't decide which one to pick out for a long time.
Chicken feet and chicken wings are what Lu Miao likes to eat, and chicken legs are what he wants Lu Miao to eat.
Lu Miao saw him grinding away and couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly brought the bowl back, held the chicken legs between his chopsticks and stretched out his arms to put them into his bowl, two chicken legs in a row.
This time it was Fu Jingyou's turn to frown and say "tsk, tsk".
Lu Miao said with a funny "hum", "Eat it, you may not be able to share the food I like, how can I still wrong myself?"
Fu Jingyou frowned, not enjoying the meal.
Seeing the sweet potatoes that Lu Miao was steaming at noon, he asked nonchalantly:
“Is there any rice at home?”
"Yes."
"Then how do you steam sweet potatoes?"
"Sweet potatoes are convenient, how can you eat white rice every meal?"
(End of this chapter)< br>