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

In addition to picking the whole bud, she also broke a plum blossom and placed it in the room.

When I was in the snow, my nose turned red from the cold, and my sense of smell seemed to have become less sensitive.

After Zhao Yeqing entered the room with the plum branch, the fragrance of plum blossoms spread in the room.

With the confined space and the warming of my nose, the plum blossom aroma I smell now is more real than when I stood under the plum tree before.

Smelling the aroma, she began to look forward to the taste of plum blossom tea.

After inserting the plum branch into the vase, the sound of Mu Xi sawing bamboo could be heard outside.

The bamboo poles are very long, and except for the walking area where the snow has been swept away, the rest of the yard is still full of snow.

Cylindrical bamboo is difficult to control on the ground. The ground is slippery and it always moves when sawing.

Zhao Yeqing walked over and stepped on the bamboo, and the weight of the two of them made the bamboo steady.

The bamboo was sawed into small pieces. She had no experience in making sleds, and the only images she could recall from her mind were cartoons from her childhood.

The one that sits under Santa Claus's butt.

Zhao Yeqing drew the image of the sleigh in his mind on paper and handed it to Mu Xi.

The two of them dusted off the snowflakes on their bodies, carried the materials into the kitchen, and put them together according to the drawings.

There are two slide rails at the bottom of the sled, and a chair that can sit on them is nailed to complete the thing.

Just not sure if it can slide.

The snow is still falling outside, and the snow is still relatively soft. You have to wait until the snow stops, and the snow will become hard after being exposed to the wind and sun for a few days.

Only then can we test whether it can be rowed.

The sleds either slide down the hill to play, or they find animals to pull the sleds in front.

The four dogs at home don't know if they can pull her.

If it doesn't work, we can only send Xiao Hong.

Zhao Yeqing walked to the stables and planned to give Xiaohong extra food.

The stables are the same as the chicken coops. Some ventilated areas around them are wrapped in plastic sheets, and the temperature inside is quite warm.

Xiaohong was a little bored in the stable. When she came in, he stuck out his tongue and wanted to lick her head.

Zhao Yeqing quickly stopped him, "I have to lick the snow no matter what. There is still water in the sink."

It stamped its hooves, wanting to go out and play.

Zhao Yeqing fed it some extra grass and said, "I'll take you out to play in two days."

I don’t know when the snow will stop.

Walking in and out, there will always be snowflakes falling on your head.

In the past, when it snowed in Meishan, you had to carry an umbrella, because half of the snow melted when it fell, and you would get wet if you didn't carry an umbrella.

Although it is snowing now, it is dry snow. If it falls on your hands and head, it will be dry. Just brush it off with your hands.

The temperature had dropped a bit in the past few days, and Zhao Yeqing stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake.

She found that the colder the temperature, the smaller the snowflakes became. Now the snowflakes no longer look like hexagons, but have sharp ice edges.

"Close the door and come in to warm yourself by the fire. Be careful if you catch a cold."

Mu Xi took out the glutinous rice that had been soaked last night to make sweet wine, and covered it with old cotton wool and froze it with ice.

Scoop out the glutinous rice with thin ice on the surface and place it in a woven basket to drain the water.

"Maybe I forgot to close the windows tightly last night. I have to close the windows tightly today, otherwise the sweet wine will not ferment."

Zhao Yeqing muttered, taking out the steamer and placing it on the pot.

Mu Xi poured the glutinous rice into a steamer lined with a drawer cloth, spread the glutinous rice evenly, and poked a few small holes in the middle with his fingers to steam the glutinous rice more thoroughly.

The water in the kettle on the stove has been boiling, and the lid is tapping.

Zhao Yeqing poured boiling water into the basin and sterilized all the tools for making sweet wine one by one.

The steam from the hot water surges up, and your hands are warmed without touching the water.

Mu Xi has already processed the plum blossoms she picked, washed them and removed the stems and stems, and used paper towels to absorb the moisture on the surface.

Zhao Yeqing was afraid that the plum blossoms would smell like smoke if they were dried directly, so he covered the plum blossoms with gauze and slowly dried them over the red charcoal fire left after burning the wood.

"The glutinous rice is almost ready, do you want to eat it?"

Mu Xi poked the glutinous rice with a sterilized rice spoon. There was no rustling sound inside. He took a little and put it in his mouth to check whether there was any raw food inside.

Zhao Yeqing shook his head, "I won't eat any more. I'll make it into a sweet bar."

Mu Xi held the edge of the drawer cloth and poured the glutinous rice into the sterilized basin, and stirred it up with tools that had been boiled at the same high temperature.

You also need to add some cold boiled water to cool down the glutinous rice, so that the koji will not be burned to death.

The koji was still a gray dumpling. Zhao Yeqing took one, crushed it into powder with a rolling pin, and sprinkled it on the glutinous rice that was only slightly warm.

Mu Xi put the glutinous rice in a jar and pressed it tightly, dug a hole in the middle, and sealed the jar with plastic wrap.

Zhao Yeqing brought in a basket filled with straw. The basket was empty in the middle and filled with straw for heat preservation. Mu Xi placed the jar in the middle.

The old cotton batting used to cover the glutinous rice was also covered on top. He carried the basket into the room and placed the basket with the jar next to the fire.

Zhao Yeqing looked at the pea tips on the window sill next to the fireplace. He said he wanted to eat them a few days ago, but he didn't expect that he couldn't stop eating the spicy soup.

She cut off the tips of the peas. If she doesn't eat them, she will grow old.

Two pots yielded a large handful of pea tips, which were just right when boiled in a soup pot.

After eating the mutton for so long, the haggis has not moved at all.

Mu Xi cut the mutton into thin slices and stewed the haggis first. When it was almost cooked, he added two pieces of sheep blood.

Finally, add the thinly sliced ​​meat.

The staple food is rice cooked with highland barley rice.

Zhao Yeqing felt it was a bit bland after eating it, so he ran under the cupboard and dug out a jar of chili that he had brewed.

This jar is for chopped peppers. After the peppers were harvested, some were picked, chopped and put into the jar, mixed with garlic, white wine, salt and sugar.

The bright red chopped peppers are fragrant now, and when you smell them, you feel like you can eat three bowls of rice.

She made it according to the method of Hunan Province, but unfortunately there was no black bean sauce.

Zhao Yeqing scooped out a small bowl of chopped pepper and walked over to let Mu Xi have a taste, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Xi nodded. Looking at the amount Zhao Yeqing scooped into the bowl, he probably wanted to use chopped peppers to prepare a dipping dish.

"I want one too."

Zhao Yeqing readily agreed. She was very knowledgeable about dipping dishes. After all, every time she ate hot pot, she had to spend a few dollars to more than ten dollars on the seasoning dishes, so of course she had to study it carefully.

The taste of the slightly bland haggis is instantly sublimated when it is passed through the saucer with chopped pepper as the base.

The portion of haggis was so big that the two of them couldn't finish it even though they were full. Looking at the dogs next to them drooling all over the ground, Zhao Yeqing simply mixed rice with the haggis and fed it all to them.

The dogs were all fat and fat. Zhao Yeqing stroked their heads and said, "When the snow stops in two days, I will take you to lose weight."

Several dogs pulled her sled, which made her happy just thinking about it.

But the snow didn't stop until the sweet wine was brewed.