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

I remember that when I was in elementary school, I was in get out of class. Every time during the break, my classmates and I would go to the small shop to buy spicy strips to eat.

After eating it, I didn’t want to eat dinner. The spicy strips and not eating on time resulted in stomach discomfort at a young age.

Grandma's eyes turned red when she found out. At that time, she knew that she had done something wrong and shouldn't be like this.

Grandpa didn't say anything. He just went to the mountain to find kudzu root and grind it into powder for her to drink every day.

Maybe it’s because I was in good physical condition and recovered quickly when I was young, and the stomach problems were not serious. I didn’t take any medicine. I drank this every other day. After drinking it for a month, I never had any stomach problems again.

It would be the best if you add some honey and osmanthus in it, but there is no honey, and there are no osmanthus trees before winter.

Mu Xi sprinkled some fine sugar into the bowl while it was hot, stirred it well before handing it to her.

Eating it feels like eating lotus root starch, the aroma is different, a little more medicinal and refreshing.

After a bowl of thick warmth, the chill outside just now dissipated.

Mu Xi said: "I have processed most of the wood for the bathtub in the past two days, and I still have to cut bamboo to come back. I don't have a metal ring at home to hoop the bucket, so try to use the remaining wire as much as possible."

Grandpa Mu knew how to make barrels, and Mu Xi also learned how to make barrels when he was a child. This is a technical job, and when he grows up, barrel makers are almost no longer seen in the city.

When they were young, Grandpa Mu also said when chatting that when they were young, coopers were top craftsmen, and no family was allowed to ask coopers to make a dowry when they got married.

"I learned it when I was a child, but I didn't learn it well. I haven't done it a few times since then. My skills have long been rusty. I don't know if I will succeed this time."

Mu Xi smiled when he said this, "But we are lucky. The original owner made everything out of wood, and he still has some tung oil at home. Although it is a bit missing, it should be enough to apply tung oil only once."

Wooden furniture, no matter how big or small, can be used longer after being coated with tung oil.

Tung oil is heat-resistant, acid-resistant, rust-proof and anti-corrosive. It is also a natural ingredient and is very suitable for use in bathtubs.

Zhao Yeqing thought about the items at home. After cutting bamboo, in addition to the bamboo hoops for weaving hoops and buckets, he could also weave two bamboo baskets, dustpans and other utensils.

"Then chop some more bamboos and come back."

It's definitely not going to work today. It will be dark every time we go into the mountains again.

When Zhao Yeqing got up the next day, Mu Xi had already carried the bamboo back.

There was no way, she just couldn't get up early in the winter. She didn't want to get up when the weather got cold, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't even lift them.

Even though I don’t have to go to work, I still force myself to get up early. That’s not what I’m doing.

Mu Xi's biological clock is on time. There is no mobile phone to pass the time at this time. He wakes up as soon as he opens his eyes. He can't lie down in bed anymore, so he might as well get up and work.

Her boyfriend who lives together likes to work, and she can't stop him from doing this.

She was happy to see the result and stayed in bed confidently. She didn't get out of bed until Mu Xi turned the bamboo into bamboo strips.

Originally, her weaving skills were average, but over the past year or so, she had made several bamboo baskets, and she had improved a lot compared to before.

Since Mu Xi came back, he has taken over many things, and the calluses on his fingers have become thinner and thinner.

Mu Xi was very satisfied with this. When he saw that she was going to weave a bamboo basket, he was afraid that her hands would be pricked by bamboo thorns, so he went to get gloves for her to wear.

Make a bucket that can be used for bathing. The bucket must not be small. It can only be assembled in the yard and cannot be brought into the house.

Zhao Yeqing found the charcoal basin of the original owner, put the charcoal burned yesterday into it and heated it red, and placed it under the eaves of the tool room. She also sat next to it and started weaving bamboo baskets.

"My hands were frozen after being outside for a while today. When it's cold, come over and bake for a while. Don't freeze and be unable to hold the knife."

When the weather is cold, your hands will freeze easily, and if you cannot control the knife, you will easily scratch your hands.

To make a wooden bathtub, you need to drill holes and drive nails in between the pieces of wood.

This nail is not an ordinary iron nail, but a bamboo nail cut from bamboo - a small bamboo stick with two round ends about four to five centimeters.

Making bamboo nails is a delicate job, and you have to cut them accidentally. Zhao Yeqing took an extra bench and placed it next to the brazier.

"Sit by the fire and do it so you don't cut your hands later."

Before the bamboo nails were finished, Zhao Yeqing had already completed most of the bamboo baskets. The more she worked on it, the more she gained experience. Now the bamboo baskets are weaved to the point where they can barely be sold.

In the past, the bamboo baskets made by the original owner were relatively large and used to hold large items or large quantities of things. She knitted small ones and placed them in the bedroom to hold some wool dumplings and the like.

After knitting, I carefully removed the burrs on the top and re-polished the areas that were not smooth enough. After making sure that it would not cut my hands, I put it down with satisfaction and continued to make the next one.

Mu Xi worked for a day and only finished the bottom of the barrel. Zhao Yeqing worked for a day and got three bamboo baskets and a dustpan.

After knitting for so long, her hands still hurt a little, even while wearing gloves.

Fortunately, when I woke up the next day, there were no blisters on my fingers.

For breakfast, she ate the unfinished leftovers from the night before and cooked some noodles in vegetable soup. She put the last few Xuelihong trees in it.

The vegetables at home have been eaten again.

The tips of the second crop of peas have grown, but they are not as big as the first crop in terms of size or growth rate.

Mu Xi looked at her frustrated look in amusement and rubbed the top of her head, "When I finish making the bathtub, I will make a planting pot for you. It will be made of wood. I will eat some radish, cabbage and dried vegetables for now."

It’s not that dried vegetables don’t taste good, they just don’t have the refreshing taste of fresh vegetables.

The same goes for the meat at home. Chickens and rabbits can be eaten fresh once in a while, but most of the time they are smoked meat.

Zhao Yeqing felt that he was really a little greedy. When material conditions are enough for survival, people will no longer be just satisfied with survival, but also want to enjoy life.

She wanted to eat something different.

"Mu Xi Mu Xi, I haven't eaten fresh fish for a long time."

Mu Xi was piecing together the barrel body in his hands and gathering together the wooden boards connected with bamboo nails.

"Then go."

He closed the board with all his strength, and the white air he exhaled due to his exertion was thick in front of him, and instantly turned into white frost, which hung on his stubble.

Zhao Yeqing couldn't help laughing and went up to help him clean it off, "Why don't you shave? This white beard doesn't look like my brother, it looks like an old man."

Mu Xi was speechless: "I was busy and forgot about it. I'll go in a while."

After a while, he went there. Before shaving, he didn't forget to rub the stubble on her neck a few times, as if to retaliate against her for saying that he was an old man and that she was ticklish. He rubbed her until she was so angry that she wanted to beat him. Man, he ran away quickly.

What kind of weird bad taste does this guy have?