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

She accidentally dug up the vines connected to it with her hoe, causing a section of the rhizome buried underneath to appear, and the section was white.

The cross section is not smooth because the fiber content of the rhizome is relatively high, and the white rhizome fibers are constantly connected at the fracture.

"Mu Xi, come here quickly!"

She called out with a louder voice. Upon hearing this, Mu Xi threw the Xuelihong in his hand into the basket on his back and ran over in a few steps.

"Look at this, is it Kudzu?"

Mu Xi was sure of it at a glance. He stretched out his hand to pull off the fibers that were about to be broken and put them into his mouth to chew.

"It's pink kudzu."

When he was studying herbal medicine from Zhao Yeqing's grandma, he learned that kudzu is divided into kudzu and pink kudzu, which are basically collectively called kudzu. Pink kudzu is a variant of kudzu. Unfortunately, he learned it when he was a child, and he can't remember much of it until now.

The two picked up their hoes and started digging.

Winter is the season for digging kudzu.

This kudzu root is not small. The two of them dug up more than fifty centimeters of soil without digging to the bottom.

Both of them smiled when the whole kudzu root was dug out.

"This has to be a meter long, right?"

The whole plant of kudzu has four or five rhizomes. The small ones are like large sweet potatoes. Most of them are small, with only one meter long.

Mu Xi weighed the weight, "The small one weighs about five kilograms, and the big one weighs twenty kilograms."

Kudzu root of this size is still not very common, most of them are about ten kilograms.

This kudzu root must be more than two years old.

Zhao Yeqing was a little surprised. He picked up the smallest kudzu root and asked Mu Xi for a pocket knife to peel off the muddy outer skin of the kudzu root, revealing the white inside.

She held it in front of her and took a bite. The starch content of kudzu root is very high, and the biggest feeling when it enters her mouth is the powdery texture. Then she can taste the aroma of ginseng. After chewing the fiber in her mouth, she spits it out.

There is a hint of coolness left on the tip of the tongue.

"It's quite sweet, try it."

Zhao Yeqing put the kudzu root in his hand to Mu Xi's mouth, and he bit down on the spot where Zhao Yeqing had just bitten.

"This kudzu root is not bad, it doesn't have much fiber."

It doesn't have much fiber but high starch content, so it's better to take it back to make kudzu powder.

Zhao Yeqing thought the same way. There were nearly 80 kilograms of kudzu root here, which was enough to last for a long time.

Since there is a kudzu root here that is more than two years old, there will be more than just one kudzu vine. The two found several kudzu vines nearby, dug another one to make up a hundred kilograms, and stopped digging again.

Write down the location of the rest and wait until next time. I took a bit too much today. I couldn’t finish making kudzu powder by digging out so much at once.

Mu Xi put the Xuelihong in his backpack into Zhao Yeqing's basket, and put the kudzu root in his place.

Zhao Yeqing moved a small one to her side, not because she felt that Mu Xi could not carry it, but because she was afraid that the basket would collapse.

When the two returned home, the dog was playing happily in the snow. Several potholes of different depths and extremely irregular shapes had been dug out on the ground.

Not one of them is white.

Mu Xi brought the things into the house, and Zhao Yeqing called a few dogs over to brush the snow off their bodies, "In this weather, if you catch a cold, can you still find medicine when you go out?"

After playing for so long, it was enough. She drove some of them back into the house to warm themselves by the fire.

In front of the fireplace, Sticky and Snowcake were lying motionless. In winter, these two were obviously not as active as in summer. They yawned from time to time while lying in front of the fireplace.

After locking the dog in the house, he returned to the kitchen and prepared to deal with the kudzu.

The mud on the kudzu roots had to be scrubbed clean one by one. After Mu Xi rinsed most of the mud away under the faucet, he poured hot water into a large basin and threw the kudzu roots in for a second cleaning.

The soil was cleaned, and the lines on the kudzu gradually appeared.

There are circles on the top of the skin, a bit like an oversized taro, but not like a taro.

Taro is round, while kudzu is more like a sweet potato, with both ends pointed.

Zhao Yeqing took a small mat and sat beside the basin, and the two of them brushed the kudzu roots together.

What I am holding in my hand is a piece of loofah pulp that has been used for a long time. This piece is about to be scrapped. The one I found in the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain has not been processed yet.

I brought back two loofah pulps last time, and one of them was quite big. Zhao Yeqing couldn't bear to use it for washing dishes. He thought of removing the outer skin and slicing the loofah pulp into a flat surface, which could be used as a drawer cloth for steaming things.

Breathable and non-stick.

The old loofah pulp in my hand should be scrapped after brushing the kudzu root.

When Mu Xi started peeling the kudzu root, Zhao Yeqing began to prepare the tools for handling the kudzu root.

He took out the stone pound for grinding sesame seeds, broke Mu Xi's peeled kudzu root into small pieces and threw them into the stone pound.

The cut surface of kudzu root also has patterns, somewhat like the growth rings of a tree, but there are only two circles inside. The circles are not round, and the lines are somewhat curved.

Mu Xi picked up the grinding rod of the stone pounder and started pounding it hard. He didn't stop until all the kudzu roots were smashed.

Only 80 jins of 100 jins of kudzu root were processed, and the rest was used to make soup or be prepared and used as medicinal materials.

Mu Xi placed the pounded kudzu root on a dustpan lined with gauze, poured water on it, and rubbed it with his hands to wash out the starch inside.

The two of them alternate between rubbing the starch and watering it. When their hands get sore, they switch.

By the time I finished rubbing eighty kilograms of kudzu root, the sky was slowly getting dark.

The water that comes out is white with a hint of yellow. Pour all the water into a large vat and let time settle.

Mu Xi put the pot on the shelf and started preparing dinner. Zhao Yeqing's hands were so sore that he didn't want to move, nor did he want to watch him move.

"No need to worry, just steam the steamed buns and eat them."

The steamed buns and steamed buns also had to be ordered with rice and side dishes. Mu Xi said, "It's okay. I'll cook some vegetables. It'll be done soon."

Zhao Yeqing brought in the steamed buns that were frozen outside and hung them on the eaves. He had to worry about whether they would be eaten by sparrows flying over.

She handed the steamed bun to Mu Xi, "Whenever we have free time, let's make a refrigerator."

She was thinking of using pure ice to make it, but it would be a bit time-consuming and labor-intensive. Nailing one with wood and placing it outdoors would work.

Mu Xi nodded and put the steamed buns into the steamer, "Anything is fine. If you want to make pure ice, you have to do some research. Anyway, we have a lot of time now."

After that, he turned back and grabbed a handful of pickles from the jar behind him, and washed away the salt on the outside with water.

"Whatever you want to fry, I'll get it for you."

"It's in the bag on the wall, small dried fish."

Originally, Zhao Yeqing thought it didn't matter if she wanted side dishes, but Mu Xi was going to make pickled vegetables and stir-fried dried fish, and she suddenly felt that these side dishes were very necessary.

The oil in the pot was already hot. Mu Xi threw the dried fish in and fried it until it became fragrant. When the aroma started to develop, he sprinkled a handful of minced garlic and stir-fried for a few times. When the minced garlic turned slightly yellow, he washed it. Throw in the pickles.

When the steamed buns in the pot are steamed, the vegetables are also out of the pot.