After two years of cultivation, the spiritual consciousness of Xiaoxi has broken through the first level. It can use its mental power to sow 1 acre of land, pick 10 fruit trees, or control something for one hour. The space time is 2:1 with the time outside.

After she gained some gains from the spiritual consciousness, she tried to use it outside the space, but found that it was useless, but it worked in the space. Later, she discovered that this spiritual consciousness must rely on spiritual power to use it, and there is no trace of spiritual power on the earth today.

After going up the mountain, the stream began to control tools to cut down trees.

After an hour of busyness, Xiaoxi's mental power was completely squeezed out and his head was a little dizzy. So he went back to the wooden house to pick some cherries and eat while walking.

Fruits hang on the tree, and they will not fall and rot when they are not picked after ripe. The stream always feels that the freshest things have just been picked from the tree, so the fruits hang on them when they are ripe.

After walking through the vegetable field for a while, the stream stopped by a big pit one meter deep and three meters long and three meters wide. "Oh my God, when will it be completed?" I couldn't help but sigh again.

Not far from the vegetable field, in the middle of this land, the stream plans to dig a large pond of ten meters by ten meters. Although there is a lake in the space, it is not known the depth and the lake is too big, so the stream is preparing to dig a large pond to raise some fish and other things. She also plans to convert the nearby area into paddy fields, which is convenient for irrigation.

After all, the time for using mental power is limited, so the stream's plan is to cut trees and dig soil every day. Oh, the trees on the mountain have only cut more than ten acres of land. There are more than a hundred acres of land in this mountain, and the pond has just begun to be dug.

Alas, when will it be? After eating the cherries in his hand, Xiaoxi clapped his hands and left the space, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and started to sleep, and the sound of his younger brother smacking his lips came from his ears.

The next day, at about 7 o'clock in the morning, Xiaoxi woke up and pushed the little brat next to him, "Brother, get up soon, the sun is getting hot, wake up quickly."

Chen Yubin rubbed his eyes with his chubby little hands and said in a muffled voice: "Sister, when is it?"

Listening to my younger brother's cute voice, I couldn't bear it. I couldn't stand it anymore. Xiaoxi held Chen Yubin's face and said "bashi" and said to myself that I can't blame me. It's so cute.

Chen Yubin looks like Chen's mother. Her skin is white and tender, her face is round. She just woke up, but her face is still red now.

Feeling my sister's love - a saliva on her face, and rubbing her face with her arms indifferently. It seems that she is used to it. She stretched out her arms and acted coquettishly at the stream, "Well~ Sister pulls me."

"Get up quickly, little lazy, embarrassed, I'll ask me to pull you when I get up." Although she was so funny, Xiaoxi still reached out to pull her brother out of the bed, tidied up the bed, and took her brother out.

From the back door of Xiaoxi's house, it was the yard of Yao's father's house. Yao's house also built a dirt wall house, with six houses in rows, one made a kitchen, and one made a storage room. Here in Xiaoxi people are called halls, and coffins, machines and tools are usually placed in the halls.

In the village, when the elderly reach a certain age, their families will specially hire someone to make coffins, paint them, and set them up in the hall and room away from the ground, so that they will not panic when they die.

"Mother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Xiaoxi led his younger brother to find his mother-in-law in the house where he was stocking food, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

"Oh, Xiaoxi, Binbin is getting up. I'm looking for these paper shells and I'll use them for later." After saying that, he raised the things in his hand.

In order to prevent the noodles from breaking, you usually have a layer of paper on the outside. Generally, it looks like the cover of a book, the calendar, and a kind of nyon bag.

Xiaoxi remembered that he was going to make noodles today, no wonder he woke up naturally when he slept.

"Mother-in-law, where is my mother?" Chen Yubin asked in confusion when he found that his mother had not appeared yet.

"Your mother and your grandfather carry wheat to your uncle's house to make noodles. I'll come back to get the things and ask you to get up by the way, but you guys get up by the way."

After finding all the things needed, Grandma Chen put them on the back behind her, picked up Chen Yubin, and said to Xiaoxi: "Xiu will go by yourself, I will hug Binbin, let's go here now."

"Yeah." Xiaoxi obediently agreed, "Mother-in-law, I will leave myself."

When Chen Yubin heard his sister say this, he struggled to go to the ground, "Mother-in-law, let me down, I will leave myself."

"As you, let's go there quickly. Your mother wants you to help." The mother-in-law gently patted Chen Yubin's little butt and pretended to be unhappy.

Looking at his aggrieved brother, Xiaoxi said speechless. You have to fight for everything. Is it interesting?

Today, it is not just Xiaoxi who makes noodles. This is the new wheat that has just been collected at home. Everyone wants to try it out. Second, now, the noodle machine is a big guy, occupying a whole room (you know, when building houses in rural areas, they are all large rooms, usually around twenty square meters). The single one makes noodles, which costs electricity, time and labor.

So, basically everyone made an appointment to dry the wheat, and when the day goes well, let’s go and make noodles together.

As mentioned earlier, Xiaoxi's family is in the second team, and there are two places to make noodles on the team. The old man's house is close to them, which is two minutes away, so Xiaoxi's family usually goes to his house.

As soon as I turned a corner, I had already heard the harsh sound of the machine before I could reach the place.

"Uncle, you are working on memorizing and memorizing again." When I turned from behind the house, I saw the old man sitting at the head of the yard and chopping bamboo strips, Xiaoxi stepped forward and said hello.

The old man is almost seventy now and his eyes are not very good. He usually wears some bamboo utensils at home, or goes to the fields to remove weeds, and he will not let him do heavy work such as pressing noodles.

Because the two children were still young, they sat in the yard and watched people busy.

The dried fresh wheat should be first put into the machine to make powder, which becomes flour. Add appropriate amount of water and then add some salt (the purpose of salt is to increase the toughness and boiling resistance of the noodles. Noodles without salt are easily broken during the drying process, and it is very troublesome to cut noodles and wrap noodles later), knead them into dough, and leave them to ferment for a while.

After a while, put the dough on the noodle press. The noodle press machine is more than one person tall. When putting the dough, one person must stand on the machine and one person can pick it up below.

The top of the press is in an inclined chute. The inclined surface has been used for many years, and now it has been polished very smooth and transparent.

There is a groove at the top, middle and bottom side of the chute, which is obviously used to jamm things.

First place two iron rods like rolling pins in the middle and lower grooves, open the machine, place the dough above, apply a little force, and the dough is squeezed into dough pieces. As the iron rod rotates, it goes down the inclined surface to the iron rod below, and is squeezed again and is taken out of the inclined surface.

At this time, the person standing below held a wooden stick in his hand and wrapped the dough piece neatly on it. After all the dough was pressed into dough piece and wrapped it on the wooden stick, the next step was carried out.

Change the iron rod at the bottom to one with a blade, and divide it into three types according to people's needs and preferences, which can be cut into thin noodles, two-cut noodles and wide noodles.

Place the wooden stick wrapped in the dough in the upper groove, start the machine, and the dough comes out from the bottom along the inclined surface, along the knife crack, and catch it with a slender stick, usually one dough once twice.

After hanging it, take it to the wooden racks in the yard. These wooden racks are about two meters high. There are evenly distributed eyes slightly thicker than wooden sticks on the wooden strips. The wooden sticks with the noodles hanging in the eyes are inserted. A clean mat is laid under the wooden rack, and the noodles can be eaten if they fall on them.

After the noodles are dry until there is no moisture at all, take off the noodles and spread them flat in a clean and flat place. Use a kitchen knife to cut the noodles into about 20 cm long, wrap them around the noodles with a prepared paper shell, and then tie them tightly with a rope.

After finishing, the tied noodles are neatly packed in bags one by one (the bags here are usually used fertilizer bags, and they are reluctant to throw away the fertilizer bags used in rural areas. People take off the pulp and clean the bags repeatedly, and then use them to fill rice, flour and grain). Tie the mouth so that it is convenient to store. Just take them out handfuls of the food when eating.

I only put up the noodles from two families in the morning, and now it is drying outside. The wheat from Xiaoxi’s house has turned into flour and it will take the afternoon to turn into noodles.

"Xiaoxi, Binbin, I'm going home to cook." The mother-in-law took the siblings home to cook, while the grandfather and mother were still busy at the old man's house.

When she got home, her mother-in-law quickly started cooking, and Xiaoxi helped to cook the pot. Ah, it was almost July, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Xiaoxi couldn't stand it after staying in front of the stove for a while, so she set up a pot of Kongchai and stayed next to her.

The rice was ready and cooked rice soon. I stir-fryed with cucumber, but today I cut the bacon and stir-fry it.

After lunch, we started taking a lunch break because the weather is getting hotter and hotter now, we can’t stand the work and can’t resist the seduction of sleepy creatures.

When Xiaoxi woke up, the sun began to go west. When the two siblings passed, the noodles at Xiaoxi's house were already dry and ready to be collected. It was time for Xiaoxi to come.

Grandpa cut the noodles, mother-in-law cut them, mother-in-law packs them, brother handed them the rope, then mom tied them, and the stream was put into the bag.

All the noodles were divided into two pockets, grandpa carried one bag, and mother Chen carried one bag.

On the way home, everyone was chatting.

"This time this noodles are so white."

"Well, that flour has passed several times."

"I added more salt this time, but I added less salt the last time, and it was broken as soon as I cooked it. I'd just add more this time."

"Well, mom, let's have noodles tonight, there are a lot of them this time." Mom Chen remembered a large bun of noodles in the back of the squid. The back was not long enough, so she couldn't hold the remaining noodles, so she tore them into small noodles and dried them.

Grandma Chen agreed to her daughter-in-law’s advice without even thinking about it.

After returning home, I cleaned up and it started to get dark. Thinking that everyone was tired today, I ate early, so my mother Chen started cooking the pot.

When the pot is opened, add the prepared gnocchi (using today's new flour), when it is almost cooked, add the dough slices and the remaining cucumbers at noon, then add the seasonings, and after cooking, it will cool down, and then boil the foot water.

"Ah~ It's so delicious!" After Chen Yubin said that, he put down the bowl with an unsatisfactory look on his face and stared at the rice bowl. Tonight, everyone had eaten half a bowl of rice, and now they are all on the back of the chair.

Looking at his younger brother's greedy look, Xiaoxi couldn't help but gently tap his belly and joked: "Oh, whose little watermelon is this? It's all ripe and you can cut it open and eat it."

Chen Yubin was so scared that he quickly covered his stomach, which made everyone laugh.
Chapter completed!