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

Before going to bed, her mind was filled with various taro products.

She is a taro head, whether it is sweet taro or salty taro, she will accept it.

It's a pity that it's still a long time before the taro harvest, so she can only regard this as the material for her dreams tonight.

The whole night's dream was full of delicious food. Zhao Yeqing usually had no appetite when he first woke up, and had to wait for about half an hour before he could eat anything.

But because of her dream last night, her stomach was growling when she woke up.

Seeing that there was still some fresh corn in the cellar at home, it would go bad if she didn't eat it. As soon as the recipe turned around in her mind, her glutton was aroused again.

Zhao Yeqing ate a small bowl of noodles first and planned to make the rest into corn cake.

Peel off the leaves of the corn first and keep the tender inner leaves, which will be used to wrap the corn slurry and steam it in a pot.

The fresh corn is all sweet corn, and the harvested waxy corn is given to Mu Xi to make rations.

Zhao Yeqing peeled off the corn kernels and beat them into corn syrup by hand. He removed the transparent outer shell of the corn kernels that affected the taste, leaving only the delicate puree.

Do not add water to the corn puree. If water is added, the taste will not be pure. Mix the pure corn puree with glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour evenly, then add a small amount of white sugar to make a corn paste.

Wrap the corn paste in clean young corn leaves and put it in a steamer with boiling water.

Soon, the fragrance of corn emerged from the steamer.

The corn cakes were soft, glutinous, and sweet. She ate four palm-sized corn cakes in one sitting without feeling tired at all.

After breakfast, Zhao Yeqing planned to replant the pasture areas that had been eaten away by voles.

If it weren't for the consideration of vole gnawing, the two of them would have dealt with the forage harvesting without being so anxious, which also disrupted Mu Xi's previous plan to connect the road down the mountain with the citrus orchard.

After planting the seeds, Zhao Yeqing planned to take advantage of the fact that she was not so busy today and wander around the area to see if she could find any vole nests.

But the vole is relatively small after all, and Zhao Yeqing wandered around a few times but couldn't find it. If the vole's burrow is in a meadow, then the small hole entrance will be covered with grass, so it will be very difficult to find it.

I didn’t see so many voles in the meadow last year, and I don’t know what happened this year.

When Zhao Yeqing returned home, he saw deer droppings remaining on the meadow, and suddenly thought that it might be due to changes in species.

Last year, there were wolves, weasels and foxes in the meadow, but so far this year, nothing has been found. I don’t know if they were frozen to death or if they all migrated.

For voles, weasels, foxes and snakes are all their natural enemies.

How about waiting a little longer? Zhao Yeqing spat out the slightly sweet rye straw in his mouth.

Snakes hibernate, and foxes are also relatively cold-resistant. Maybe they are only leaving temporarily, and the biological chain in a place will not be broken so easily.

The sun was so hot at noon that Zhao Yeqing found it hard to open his eyes when he looked outside after returning home and resting for a while.

Now that the sun is shining, I have to go to the vegetable garden to water the garden every afternoon.

Zhao Yeqing walked to the hay house, took out the bamboo strips and blackened plastic film left over from last year, and rebuilt a shed for the vegetable patch in the yard, leaving an air outlet.

Here are the strawberries and watermelons she grew.

The strawberries have now produced small fruits, which are just about the time when the fruit will expand and turn red, and the watermelon has also been successfully pollinated.

Zhao Yeqing knocked off all the flowers on the watermelon vine, leaving only two female flowers that could bear fruit and had been successfully pollinated on one vine.

A breeze blew over, stirring the sorghum field next to it. The sorghum leaves rubbed against each other, making a pleasant rustling sound.

Now that the sorghum has grown three meters high, Zhao Yeqing couldn't reach the top even when he jumped. He could only take a few steps back to observe whether the seeds on the sweet sorghum had turned black.

Even after wandering around for a long time, I couldn't see clearly. Instead, my eyes were dazzled by the sunshine.

Zhao Yeqing simply took action and broke the nearest sorghum tree in front of him -

Didn't break it...

Now the sweet stalk was almost as thick as an ordinary sugar cane, and its hardness was quite high. She pulled down some of the sorghum, pushed it with her knees and broke it again.

There was a crisp "click" sound, the sweet rod was broken, and the juice in the middle splashed all over the thumb and tiger's mouth.

After Zhao Yeqing pulled off the leaves and ears from the sweet stalk, he took the sweet stalk into the house and peeled off the skin with a knife.

When I was a kid, I always bit it directly into my mouth, but sweet sticks are not like sugar cane. Biting them directly can easily cut your mouth.

After Zhao Yeqing peeled off the outer skin of the sweet pole, he couldn't wait to bite it——

The sweet and rich juice instantly fills the mouth. It is not the sweetness of industrial saccharin, but it is obviously very sweet, but it does not appear to be cloying, with a light herbal fragrance.

It would probably taste better if it could be chilled in a well.

When it comes to eating, she has always been very mobile. She cut the sweet pole into several sections in a few seconds, tied it with a rope and threw it into the well.

In the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and there was no direct sunlight in the front yard. She also took out the glutinous rice, shelled it and pounded it into polished rice.

The rice husks from yesterday were also kept, and later burned into rice husk charcoal to fertilize the vegetable fields.

The raised bran and guide rod debris are poured into her compost bucket, adding carbon elements to the compost.

When the sun went down and only the afterglow remained on the horizon, Zhao Yeqing carried two buckets of water and irrigated the entire vegetable field.

The fields do not require much care now. Only the rice still needs to be the same as during the first season of rice. It needs to slow down the seedlings in the morning and evening, and drain water during the day and at night.

It was getting dark at night, and Zhao Yeqing released Tian Shui when there was only the last glimmer of light left.

According to the inference, it should be around 7:30 in the evening, after the water has been drained and the water inlet of the fish pond has been blocked again.

From the corner of his eye, Zhao Yeqing caught a glimpse of several black things on the edge of the original rice field.

The light was very dark now, and the scene in front of her seemed to have been filtered with gray-black pockmarks, making it difficult for her to see clearly even if she squinted her eyes.

After poking it with a stick a few times, the black thing rolled from the earth wall of the field ridge into the field.

Zhao Yeqing used the stick to pull the round black hard object to his eyes.

Now she could see clearly that they were several snails.

It had grown to the size of a thumb. Zhao Yeqing was so happy that he threw the snail back into the rice field.

If they can breed more, they might even be able to eat snail noodles.

Or when you are bored at night, wouldn't it be delicious to fry up a plate of perilla snails to pass the time?