Half an hour later, Yang An and Tang Qiao left Gaoshan Village together.

Song Nuan went to the utility room to get bamboo baskets and small hoes, and went up the mountain to collect herbs. What she was most worried about was her fear of tetanus.

After taking medicine down the mountain, she met Cui.

Song Nuan didn't want to pay attention to her, so she just ignored her and walked around her.

But some people are itchy and have to suck.

"Yoyo... Some people really know people but not people. Just hook up outside, but they even recruit people at home. That's really possible... Oh, Song Nuan, what are you doing?"

Seeing the little hoe in her hand, Cui quickly took a few steps back, then ran to the path aside, "Shameless, don't let me say it..."

She just deliberately came to disgust Song Nuan and ran away if she said a few bad words.

Because she knew that she would definitely suffer a loss when she was fighting against each other at close range.

Song Nuan also saw through her tricks and gave up when she scared the person away.

I went to Zhang’s house to make tofu early in the afternoon.

Today, we not only need to make a restaurant tomorrow, but also to make some new houses in our house tomorrow, thank the workers.

There are many things to prepare here, such as fried grains, evaporated cakes, sugar beans, and incense candles, three fruits, and three animals on the table.

It was a bit difficult for her to get three fortunes, so she gave her two pounds of pork, a chicken, and a fish.

In addition, she also plans to prepare half a pound of dried fragrant and dry fragrance for each worker. It is easy to dry fragrant, so she just needs to braise more today.

Zhang family, Old Mrs. Wen had already come here in the morning.

I asked Wang to help grind the rice noodles and the grains were also delivered. After making the tofu a little later, I would have it after stir-frying.

When Song Nuan came over, Wang and Mo Meizi were washing stone mills, with two large buckets of rice noodles placed beside them.

"Auntie."

"Oh, A Zheng's wife." The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of Wang stopped, looked her up and down, and then felt at ease when she saw that she was not seriously injured.

"Sister-in-law, I'm so embarrassed to help you with your belly."

Song Nuan put down the soaked soybeans.

Wen Yueru was carrying a load behind her.

"I'm here too."

Mo Meizi angrily glanced at Song Nuan, "What are you saying? How are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable? The whole family is pointing at you, you can't fall down."

Song Nuan patted her chest, "I'm fine! It's strong."

"Puff..." Mo Meizi leaned closer, "It's only you enough information. After someone else's snap, will it be flat?"

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan widened her eyes and looked at Mo Meizi in disbelief.

It's really open.

Didn’t the ancients be very subtle?

"Sister-in-law, yours is not bad." She deliberately glanced at Mo Meizi's chest, raised her eyebrows, and joked, "Sister-in-law, you should eat and drink well now and stock up on good ingredients, so that your nephew can be fat and fat in the future."

On the side, Wang laughed softly.

Wen Yueru was confused and asked, "Second Sister-in-law, Mei Zi, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand what information?"

Mo Meizi patted her shoulder, "You don't need to understand now. When you get married in the future, my sister-in-law will tell you carefully."

"ah?"

"Yueru, please help me bring this rice noodles to the kitchen." Wang asked Wen Yueru to go to the kitchen with her to evaporate the cake, turned his head to Mo Meizi, and said, "Meizi, please help me put soybeans. You guys, you can have a good chat, but don't teach Yueru badly."

Mo Meizi covered her mouth and laughed, "I understand, mom."

Song Nuan smiled and shook her head, "Sister-in-law, I didn't expect you to be so dirty."

“Dirty?”

"No! I was wrong. I mean I didn't expect my sister-in-law to be so straightforward and generous." Song Nuan explained with a smile, "I thought the people here would be more inclusive about these."

"You are not a girl's house, what's the point?"

Mo Meizi is the youngest and only daughter at home. The two elders of the Mo family are in love with each other. Mo's mother is also a straightforward person, so she has raised Mo Meizi's temperament very well.

At least, Song Nuan especially likes this personality.

Cheerful and generous.

"A Zheng's wife, why are there less spicy food in this dried tofu today?"

"Aunt, this is for the workers. Not everyone here likes spicy food, so I made spicy food. If you want to eat spicy food, they can just add spicy food to stir-fry it together when cooking at home."

"So that's the case, you're still thoughtful."

"Auntie, then Yueru and I will go back first. Tomorrow morning, please come here early to help us make breakfast together."

Song Nuan picked up the prepared tofu and prepared to go back to Wen's house.

The setting sun sets.

Zhang Ziqiang and his son went to the town to buy wine and food, and it should be almost there.

When they got home, not long after, Zhang Ziqiang and his son each carried a load of things back. This was the drink to use tomorrow.

The night before yesterday, Song Nuan and Mrs. Wen decided on the menu.

According to the customs of the village, the main family is responsible for a meal before construction.

Although the current situation of the Wen family is not very convenient, Song Nuan did not intend to deal with it casually. She drafted the menu with Mrs. Wen and Zhang Ziqiang in advance.

"Wife A Zheng, where are these things first?"

"Uncle Qiang, you are back, thank you for your hard work! Let's help me put it in the kitchen first." Song Nuan came out of the house, hurriedly led the way, and greeted them into the kitchen.

The three of them put down their things and scanned around.

Zhang Ziqiang said with a smile: "Wife A Zheng, you have emptyed half of the room. It is indeed easy to put things in, and it is convenient to do things tomorrow."

"My second uncle cleaned up." Song Nuan scratched her head, "Fortunately, my second uncle helped me take care of it."

"Well, it's best for the family to help each other, but some people...ah... don't mention this, tomorrow will be a great day for your family. Let's explain what's going on."

"OK."

"Tomorrow morning, we will come to help, and I will also agree with the tables and chairs and the people next to me. They will bring the tables and chairs at home when they come to eat."

"OK."

"Okay! These are the list of dishes and wine. If you look back, check it out, we'll go back first." Zhang Ziqiang took out the list for her.

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work!"

After sending them out, Song Nuan stood at the gate of the yard for a while.

The banquet will be placed on the front floor tomorrow morning. Some of the workers are from the village, so the convenience of the people will help bring a set of tables and chairs.

She slowly grinned and smiled.

I hope that the next step will be smooth and move to my own home as soon as possible. This place... She looked up at the mountains in the distance and the clouds in the sky.

She can never go back to modernity.

She is going to settle down in this place.

"Liennuan, why are you standing here?" Old Mrs. Wen came back with the bamboo basket. Song Nuan hurriedly came up and took the bamboo basket. "Grandma, where are you going?"

"I went to exchange some corn with them, picked some cypress leaves, and dug some long-lived grass. These are all to be used tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan smiled.

"I really don't know these customs. If I were to do these things alone, it would definitely make people laugh at tomorrow."

Old Mrs. Wen glanced at her, "You kid, can you find a second young wife as capable as you in this village? Don't destroy your own might."

"Grandma, you, this is the best one in my family. Others look at me. He is the number one shrew in Gaoshan Village, and there is no other one."

Song Nuan smiled and joked.

"Let's go! Enter the house, my Nuannuan is the best."

In the evening, Old Mrs. Wen brought the Bai family and her three daughters to fry corn, rice flowers, peanuts, soybeans and broad beans.

Song Nuan cut six branches of Dendrobium officinale and prepared to make it for Yang An while the pan was hot.

"Second sister-in-law, this one needs to be fried."

"Yeah, I want it."

The production of Dendrobium officinale is actually quite troublesome. Song Nuan planned to let Wen Chongzhengqing eat fresh food every day after he finished the remaining poison.

Now that Yang An wants this, he needs to store it, so he naturally needs to bake it.

In a high-temperature iron pot, Song Nuan put the Dendrobium officinale that had picked the leaves, stir-fry and rub the coating until the color of the stem itself is exposed, then wrap it around the wire and bake it repeatedly eight times to remove excess moisture. This is the done.

Wen Yueru looked at her from time to time and shook her head.
To be continued...