Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Zhao Yeqing lay on the pillow, and Mu Xi placed his big hands on her lumbar spine and pressed it.

It hurt so much that she covered her head in the pillow beneath her and screamed.

He frowned and said distressedly,

"You can't do this, you need to apply medicine."

We only have ordinary medicated oils at home, and the ones bought in pharmacies are of average effectiveness. At home in the mountains, my grandmother used to find herbal medicines to make medicinal wine, but it was a pity that it was beyond our reach.

Mu Xi poured the medicated oil into his hands and rubbed it to warm it. He lifted her clothes and coaxed softly, "Be patient."

Zhao Yeqing had no time to be shy about this first skin-to-skin kiss. She felt that her waist was about to break.

The muscles were sore and painful. After pressing hard, the soreness shot up to the sky.

It wasn't until her skin turned red that she felt the slightest relief.

The skin finally seemed to have regained its consciousness, and I could feel the warmth of the medicinal oil on my skin.

When Mu Xi saw her brows gradually loosening, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled down his clothes and covered them up.

"Many medicinal materials cannot be found now. When the weather gets warmer, I will go find all the medicinal materials to make medicinal wine. Of course it will be best if they are not used."

Zhao Yeqing felt comfortable after being pressed, and now he felt a little drowsy.

Mu Xi helped her pull the quilt up, "Sleep a little longer, I'll call you later."

Zhao Yeqing said "Huh" in a daze.

The land she plowed yesterday had not been weeded or fertilized yet, so Mu Xi put a rope on the horse and went out.

After fertilizing the ground and sowing grass seeds, when he returned home, Zhao Yeqing had not yet woken up. He remained in his original position lying on the pillow, motionless.

Mu Xi woke him up and said, "Get up and eat. If you are still sleepy, eat before you go to bed."

Zhao Yeqing had slept enough and felt refreshed after being woken up.

"Won't sleep anymore."

She stood up, but there was still some swelling and pain in her waist. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "Is the koji almost healed?"

"Probably, I haven't had time to see it yet."

Mu Xi went to the kitchen to cook noodles, while Zhao Yeqing stepped on the bench and took down the dustpan filled with distiller's yeast from the top of the cabinet.

Gently uncover the hay and pine needles on top, and each gray dumpling inside is covered with fine and dense white hairs.

If there are no yellow or black hairs, it is considered fermented.

Zhao Yeqing brought the dustpan into the kitchen, "Take a look."

Mu Xi's hands were still clean. He reached out and picked up one. The gray dumplings were fermenting and were a little warm.

"It looks okay, but I don't know how effective it is in making wine. Clove Poria is hard to find now, otherwise it could be better."

Zhao Yeqing shook the dustpan from side to side, and the gray balls on it rolled away the white mycelium on the surface.

"I'll take it out to dry first. Once it's dry, I'll know if it's good when I make wine."

The fermented koji must be dried in the sun so that it can be stored for one or two years without going bad.

It would be nice if I thought of making koji when the weather is warm, it will ferment better.

The dried vegetables have basically been dried. Recently, the sun has been shining during the day. I dried them for a while and then took them back at night. I continued to take them out to dry the next day. They are almost completely dry by now.

The eggplant, which was originally a hob-shaped piece, shrank to only the thickness of a little finger.

They were all sealed in plastic bags and placed in the original main room.

Since it was decided that this room would be used for storage in the future, Zhao Yeqing thought that he could build a wooden shelf to put things on.

She moved all the owner's belongings aside and covered them with old unwanted sheets to prevent them from collecting dust. Even though the owner was gone, the things should still be kept by him.

Mu Xi cooked a pot of porridge today, and the pot was bubbling.

"Yeah!" Zhao Yeqing understood it the moment he saw the porridge, "Is it time for the salted duck eggs?"

Mu Xi laughed, "Yes, you can check to see if it's ready. If not, I'll stir-fry some more. There's still some bacon and radish shreds from yesterday."

She took out the clay pot containing the duck eggs. The red mud covering the duck eggs had dried and became hard.

I took two to break open the soil layer and had to boil them with water.

The secret to cooking marinated duck eggs in an old-fashioned pressure cooker is to produce oil. Zhao Yeqing put the eggs in and pressed them for half an hour.

When the porridge is cooked until thick, the duck eggs are also cooked.

Open the air valve on the pressure cooker with chopsticks to release the air. If the valve is loose, unscrew the pressure cooker.

Use a spoon to take out the duck eggs inside and let them cool down a bit. Also take out the porridge and let it cool down.

Zhao Yeqing held his breath when he opened the duck eggs. When he made salted duck eggs in the summer before, the eggs smelled bad.

The smell of rotten duck eggs lingered in the house for two days before it dissipated.

It smells worse than a sheep pen or a cattle pen.

The duck eggs were cracked open, revealing the white egg white inside.

She didn't dare to breathe, so she held her breath and pinched her throat and asked, "Come and smell it, does it smell bad?"

Mu laughed angrily, "It doesn't stink, it doesn't stink, I picked it up, right?"

Zhao Yeqing inhaled gently after hearing this. He really didn't smell the smell, so he dared to let go and breathe.

She immediately made up for it, "Okay, I'll leave this to you."

Generally speaking, as long as there are no cracks in the eggs and one of the salted duck eggs in a bucket is good, it means that this batch is all good.

Sure enough, when I opened the other one, it was also good, exuding a light salty aroma.

Use chopsticks to gently poke open the duck egg, and the red oil inside will pop out.

"It's done!"

This is the most successful one she has ever made. It may be because it is made with red mud. When it is made in the city, it is marinated in salt water, which produces less oil.

The weather is cold, so the porridge won't be hot after a few minutes of drying. The red-oiled salted duck eggs are paired with the thick white porridge, which is perfect as the first meal in the morning.

The white porridge was suitable for eating, but it always made her a little dissatisfied.

Zhao Yeqing smacked his lips, "Let's eat rabbit tonight." Eating meat is the right thing to do.

There are still more than twenty rabbits left outside.

The weather has gotten colder recently, so they don't breed so frequently.

Mu Xi started digging a hole in the middle of the rabbit pen next to the awning.

A hole was dug that was forty centimeters wide and two meters deep diagonally. The space inside was more than one square meter.

Zhao Yeqing took a handful of hay and asked Mu Xi to lay it inside. The entrance of the cave was also covered with a layer of hay to block the wind.

The rabbits were already used to them coming in to feed them. When Zhao Yeqing walked over to catch the rabbits, neither one of them resisted.

There were gray, white, and yellow rabbits, and they were all fluffy. Only one little rabbit was left, only the size of a palm, and the others were all stuffed into the hole by her.

Although these little guys are so hairy, they are not actually cold-resistant. If there is no shortage of food in winter, they will not come out of their holes.

Zhao Yeqing generously stuffed them with a basket of grass.

She fed the remaining one two more mouthfuls of grass and let it serve as a hand warmer for her all afternoon.

After the weather got colder, every night, her hand warmers were either mushy or snowy.

The two came back from hunting at night and saw the rabbit in Zhao Yeqing's hand, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

She felt guilty for a moment.

Look at the rabbit in his hand, and look at the gooey and snow cakes standing at the door with their eyes wide open and their paws raised, frozen in mid-air.

"How about you listen to my explanation?"