Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1234: Chapter 1233 Stir-fried Noodles_1 Chapter 1234: Chapter 1233 Stir-fried Noodles_1 The road-building duty assigned by Daqi had become her family’s responsibility. If she couldn’t complete it herself, she’d have to pass it on as a family heirloom, and each generation must fulfill it.

One must admit, being an Emperor is great; with just a casual word, others must work themselves to death to accomplish the task, and if they can’t finish, it falls to their descendants.

After taking a long breath, Qiao Xiaomai chose to endure.

If rebellion wasn’t an option, then she’d accept both thunder and rain as the Emperor’s benevolence.

Since Yang Wenxiao didn’t set a deadline, that made things simpler.

Building the road was not an issue, as the treasure was safe in her space.

If the debt became a family heirloom, then the treasure in her space would also have to become a family heirloom.

In times of chaos, gold is valued; in prosperous times, antiques are prized. The batch of treasure made up of antiques and gold would always be profitable, no matter how one looked at it.

With this thought, Qiao Xiaomai felt reconciled in her heart.

She squatted at the edge of the field, holding a bunch of grapes, and said to the long-term worker sunning the wheat beside her, “Tomorrow, go to the town and find Shopkeeper He to come and collect the wheat.”

Tong Sanlang adopted the same posture as her, but in his mouth, he had a blade of foxtail grass, “Alright.”

The quality of this batch of wheat was just so-so, so it all depended on what Jiyi Residence made of it.

Qiao Xiaomai certainly wouldn’t expend effort to use this wheat as food to sell.

“I’ll go and grind some wheat into flour to steam steamed buns tonight,” Tong Sanlang stood up and said.

Using new wheat to steam buns would fill the entire kitchen with the aroma of wheat; suddenly, he was craving for that taste.

Qiao Xiaomai also stood up upon hearing this, “You know, I suddenly remember a snack. When I was a child and went back to my grandmother’s house in the County Town, she would fry some flour for me to eat.”

“Fry flour? You mean noodles?” Tong Sanlang asked.

“No, just put the flour in an iron pot to fry it. After it’s fried, pour boiling water over it, add some sugar, and it becomes a kind of flour paste. It tastes pretty good,” said Qiao Xiaomai, who had by then finished the grapes in her hand. She took a handkerchief from her bosom and casually wiped her hands, “Let’s go, let’s try it.”

“Alright,” Tong Sanlang’s curiosity was piqued by her description.

Qiao Xiaomai was very particular about taste; if she said something was delicious, it surely wouldn’t be bad.

So, the two of them took some wheat, rinsed it with water, and after it dried, they ground it into flour. They slowly stirred the flour in an iron pot over a low flame, and Qiao Xiaomai added some pumpkin seeds and walnut kernels. Once the flour turned a slight yellow, it was ready to be taken out of the pot.

They spooned two scoops of flour into a bowl, added boiling water, making sure not to add too much since this fried flour was meant to be eaten, not drunk.

Tong Sanlang took a deep breath with his spoon, “It smells good!”

“Wheat is a staple food, it tastes pretty good no matter how you prepare it,” said Qiao Xiaomai, as she scooped a big spoonful for herself.

It tasted just like what she remembered, and she couldn’t help but smile, “Delicious.”

“Let’s fry more. I’ll bring some to master; it’ll save him trouble since he doesn’t like to cook. With this, it’ll be more convenient,” Tong Sanlang said.

“Alright,” Qiao Xiaomai responded.

Thus, the couple went to process more wheat, planning to make more fried flour.

The day passed quickly, and the next day Tong Sanlang drove the cart to find Shopkeeper He in the town, bringing some fried flour for him.

Shopkeeper He was delighted to receive the fried flour, “I will bring people to collect the wheat in the next two days. Oh, by the way, last night we just got a message from the wife of Imperial Censor Wang Chang. I was about to have someone deliver it to you today.”

As he spoke, Shopkeeper He took out a letter from a box on the table.

Tong Sanlang took it; the envelope was somewhat thick, but he didn’t open it to read and instead looked at Shopkeeper He, “The honey the shop currently uses comes from the Capital City, right?”