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

There is an old saying, 'When thunder hits snow, people eat iron. '

In other words, if a heavy snow day is accompanied by thunder, the next year's food production will be reduced, and there may be no harvest.

Zhao Yeqing thought of the wheat in her area and sighed deeply.

Mu Xi stirred the porridge in the pot. The recent weather was too bad, so the two of them brought all the necessary seasonings and kitchen utensils into the house, and simply cooked in the room.

The fumes are too heavy, so most people eat soup pots or cook porridge and noodles.

Now there is a pot of highland barley tube bone porridge. The tube bones are wild boar tube bones, which have been pickled with salt and cooked in the porridge.

There is another small pot next to the fire, with bean sprout soup in it.

The bean sprout soup has a slight sweetness and is very refreshing. The bean sprouts are sweet and crispy. It would be better if it can be put in the spicy soup.

Zhao Yeqing was eating bean sprouts and thought of boiled fish again. He had been eating the clear soup for nearly a week, which was really hard to bear.

You can add at most one more chili to dip it in water, and it will still taste a little better when you eat it, and there will be no peculiar smell in the room.

Ventilation is not allowed now, and if strong food such as hot pot is cooked in the room, the clothes and quilts will be stained with the smell.

The mung bean sprouts sprouted very successfully this time. After Zhao Yeqing finished eating, he went to pick up some mung beans and soaked them, planning to sprout them again.

Suddenly there was a sudden roar outside.

Zhao Yeqing's hand holding the basket trembled subconsciously.

The trembling winter thunder was not a good thing. Mu Xi looked out the window and saw that the thunder and lightning were caught in the middle of the clouds, and the flashing dark clouds flickered in and out.

The uneaten highland barley porridge on the stove became thicker and thicker. Zhao Yeqing added some hot water to it, wrapped the handle in a towel, took it off the fire, and placed it next to the fire.

After a burst of lightning and thunder, the wind and snow outside the window seemed to have finally become smaller.

Not knowing whether it would continue to grow bigger in a while, Mu Xi took advantage of this time to go out and prepare food for the evening.

The water in the room was almost running out. When I went to the back of the yard to fetch water, I discovered that the woodshed behind the rabbit pen had collapsed.

Maybe it was because the wind and snow were so heavy that they were covered by the whine of the wind. It was difficult to see from the window because of the heavy wind and snow, so I didn’t notice it.

Zhao Yeqing also changed his clothes and came out to help. When he saw that the firewood shed collapsed, he could only go forward and carry more firewood back to the room to prevent it from getting wet.

After Mu Xi brought the water into the room, he turned and went to the chicken coop.

The charcoal fire inside looked like it was about to go out. He lit a handful of oily sawdust and placed it on it, then opened the door of the inner chicken coop to check the situation.

Chickens are the least resistant to freezing among all the animals in the house, and now the environment is too harsh.

The chicken coop door opened, and a "clucking" sound came from inside. The dark clouds had not dispersed, and the light was not very good. I could only vaguely see that after the door was opened, the chickens shrank back in the corner in fear.

There were two but they didn't move.

Mu Xi reached out and poked the two bodies and found that there was no movement and the body temperature was not particularly normal.

I dragged the chickens out by their tail feathers and saw that they were indeed dead. They were fine in the morning, but now two of them were frozen to death.

These two chickens are less than two months old and only weigh a little more than a pound. If the chicken coop is full of three-month-old chickens, he will break the beaks of the chickens so that no chickens will fight and be pecked. Death occurs.

He took the chicken to the kitchen. The kitchen had not turned on recently and the stove was cold. He turned up the fire again and boiled water to pluck the chicken feathers.

The chicken was small and tender. He thought that Zhao Yeqing said that his food had been bland recently, so he didn't use it to make soup. Instead, he plucked the hair off and marinated both chickens with seasonings.

The cabbage that was originally stored has become frozen solid, and the few green onions are also crispy when picked up, just like crispy ice.

Put two sections of scallions and ginger slices in the bowl, put three tablespoons of salt in it, add water to make a thick brine, and then put the chicken in to soak.

Cover the top with a cloth and place it next to the stove that is not completely extinguished to prevent the water from freezing by the time it is marinated.

Back in the room, Zhao Yeqing was scooping out the ashes from the fireplace and putting it in a wooden basin. This was the dog's toilet. After pooping, just bury it in the ashes. Two leopards could also use it.

It's just that the animals in the house are a bit big, and there are a lot of them, so I have to change the ashes several times a day.

When the wind and snow calmed down, they could be let out to poop. Zhao Yeqing could only deal with it while holding his breath and burying them all with ashes.

"I haven't eaten much recently. How can I still poop so much?"

Zhao Yeqing is a bit of a germaphobe, and most of the work of shoveling shit is done by Mu Xi.

He stepped forward and took the wooden basin from her hand, "You have two meals a day, and you are used to feeding me dried meat from time to time. Is this something you can do without?"

Xiaohua and Xiaohei lay at her feet. Zhao Yeqing sat on the rocking chair, raised his foot and gently stepped on their bellies, rubbing them back and forth.

"What can I do without putting on some fat this winter?"

After saying that, she remembered what she said about not getting fat by eating. She looked down at the fat that was gradually accumulating on her belly and took a deep breath.

It's okay, I can't see it anymore if I suck on my stomach, and I can still eat.

Mu Xi was amused and laughed. He scooped some water and washed his hands. He warmed his hands by the fireplace. He came over and said, "Don't suck, I'll touch it."

"My belly, I can suck it when I want. I just restore it to its original appearance."

The two sat in front of the fireplace, chatting for a while, and then continued their work when it was almost time for dinner.

Mu Xi went back to the kitchen to prepare food, while Zhao Yeqing took out the soaked mung beans and sprouted them.

The temperature for sprouts to sprout must be warm enough, at least fifteen degrees Celsius.

Soak the towel and spread it on the basket, and put the mung beans inside. The mung beans must be moist enough during the germination process, but there should be no stagnant water. If there is stagnant water, the beans will be soaked.

In order to maintain the temperature, the basket for sprouting bean sprouts was placed next to the fireplace. The water evaporated quickly, and the towel wrapping the mung beans had to be rehydrated several times a day.

Zhao Yeqing processed the mung beans and put them aside. Her stomach growled loudly. She would get hungry quickly after eating porridge. She looked at the snow that had not stopped outside and didn't want to go out to the kitchen to check on the progress, so she could only lie on the rocking chair and eat dried meat.

There are two kinds of smoked dried meat, one is usually fed to dogs without any seasoning, and the other is smoked after being cooked, with salt and spices added.

It tastes very fragrant when chewed, a bit like eating Mongolian air-dried beef jerky, but a bit hard and a bit tooth-consuming.

Several dogs looked at her eating dried meat, as if they were scolding her for stealing their snacks, and the biggest ones stared at Xiaohua.

Zhao Yeqing stepped on Xiaohua's belly and tapped it lightly on the head, then laughed and scolded, "Are you stingy?"

I eat and drink well every day. Even if I eat your jerky, I can’t show that look, right?