Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

Zheng Qingming saw that his sister was busy alone, so he walked over and sat down next to her.

"Little sister, you've been tired all day, let me do these."

He took the fish from Zheng Xiaoman's hand and began to clean it.

"Brother, have you finished all the homework the teacher gave you?"

"Well, I'll make it before dinner, don't worry."

Zheng Xiaoman was indeed very tired, so she just handed everything in her hands to her brother.

She sat on the stool, and soon her head began to nod.

Zheng Qingming was heartbroken when he found out that his sister had fallen asleep while sitting.

My sister is only ten years old, but she has to work hard all day to earn money for the family.

The food at home is so good now, all thanks to my sister.

Compared to his sister, he felt useless.

Zheng Qingming moved closer to his sister so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

He secretly swore in his heart that he must study hard, earn a lot of money in the future, and never let his sister work so hard again.

Zheng Qingming cleaned up the pig offal and miscellaneous fish in his hands before gently waking up his sister.

When Zheng Xiaoman woke up, she was still a little confused. How did she fall asleep?

She yawned loudly, "Brother, why didn't you wake me up?"

"I don't think I'll need you for now, so I'll let you sleep for a while. Now that these are clean, do you want to finish them tonight?"

Zheng Xiaoman nodded. "Well, we have to cook the pig's offal tonight so that it will taste better tomorrow. How is mother doing?"

"It should be ready soon, let's go take a look."

Zheng Qingming washed his hands, and the brother and sister walked towards the kitchen together.

After Zheng Xiaoman went in, he looked at the syrup in the pot. It had become viscous and had turned into a dark yellow syrup with a reddish tint.

She picked up a pair of chopsticks, dipped some in it and picked it up. The syrup was already sticky and stretched into a line.

She put the syrup into her mouth, and a sweet taste filled her mouth.

The taste and color of this syrup now look quite similar to honey.

"Mom, turn off the heat, the syrup is ready."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chunfeng turned off the fire and took a spoon to scoop some into her mouth.

"Oh, it really is sugar. It's too sweet."

Zhou Chunfeng’s first feeling was that it was really sweet, and her second was that this thing was amazing, it was clearly a vegetable, yet it could produce sugar.

Lixia couldn't wait to run over, "Mom, mom, let me have a taste too."

Zhou Chunfeng scooped some more and put it into her son and little daughter's mouths.

The two children cried out in surprise, "It's really candy, so sweet."

"Grandpa, Dad, you guys try it too."

Zheng Xiaoman took two small spoons and scooped some for each of them.

Old Man Zheng looked at the syrup in the spoon and licked it with his tongue.

Then, his hands were shaking with excitement, and he put all the remaining syrup into his mouth.

It was sweet, so sweet that it went all the way to his heart.

Zheng Dashan also took a bite. He had the same idea as Zhou Chunfeng, but was more incredulous.

Zheng Qingming took the chopsticks and tasted some himself, his face full of surprise.

He looked at the small pot of syrup and wondered how much he could get if he sold it.

Old man Zheng was excited for a long time, and looked at his granddaughter as if he was looking at a gold ingot.

"Granddaughter, can we sell this syrup?"

Zheng Xiaoman thought about it and finally shook his head.

Zheng Dashan asked in confusion: "Xiaoman, why can't we sell this syrup?"

Zheng Xiaoman explained to them: "Dad, it's not that we don't want to sell it, but we can't sell it directly like this."

Old Man Zheng hurriedly asked, "Granddaughter, what do you mean by this?"

"Master, you see, we don't have many beets here. Apart from the one we found, I don't know if there are any more in the mountains.

Even if all these beets were boiled into sugar, that would be how much there would be.

What's more, if our family suddenly takes out so much syrup to sell, it will definitely attract a lot of people's attention.

By the time people discover the usefulness of beets, we won’t be able to make money from them anymore.”

Old Man Zheng thought the same and said, "Then we won't sell this candy anymore?"

“We have to sell it, but we want to sell it in a different way.

We can use syrup to make various snacks and sell them, like the mung bean cakes sold in town, which cost twenty cents a bag.

A pound of mung beans costs ten cents and can make three packs of such snacks.

It's almost the end of the year, and we can make more delicious snacks. By then, we will definitely make more money than just selling syrup.

Next year, we will plant more beets ourselves, and then we can sell the syrup directly."

Although Zhou Chunfeng agreed with his daughter's idea, there was an most important issue at the moment.

"My daughter, what you said is very good, but we don't know how to make mung bean cakes or something like that."

Zheng Xiaoman laughed after hearing what her mother said, "Mom, actually, last time I ate the mung bean cake sent by Uncle Zhao, I knew roughly how it was made.

Let’s go to town and buy some other snacks later. I promise I can make them after I taste them.”

She had studied these snacks a lot in her previous life, and originally wanted to save money to open a pastry shop, but she died before she saved enough money.

She didn't know who benefited from the money she saved, and she felt sad when she thought about it.

Zhou Chunfeng hesitated for a moment, "How about we go to town tomorrow and buy some mung beans. Xiaoman, you try making some first. If it doesn't work, we can just sell syrup."

After all, candy is precious and I can’t let my daughter waste it like this.

Zheng Xiaoman responded happily, "Okay, let's give it a try tomorrow."

That's how it was settled. Zhou Chunfeng scooped all the syrup from the pot into a clay pot and covered it.

She poured hot water directly into the remaining water in the pot, and then gave each person a bowl of sugar water.

Zheng Xiaoman looked at the bowl of pot-washing water in front of her and her mouth twitched. Seeing that everyone else was drinking it so happily, she could only drink up the water in the bowl in one gulp.

After drinking the water, Zheng Xiaoman started to boil water to braise the pork offal. After the pot boiled, he covered the pot and simmered it slowly over low heat in the stove.

This time the seasoning is sufficient, and with the addition of some spiritual spring water, the pig offal must be particularly fragrant.

By the time she went to bed, the moon was already high in the sky.

She lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, and had no dreams all night long until dawn.

She woke up early the next morning and stayed in bed for a while before getting up and getting dressed.

After washing up, she went to the kitchen first, opened the lid of the pot, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Everyone in the family couldn't help but sniff, the smell was so fragrant.

When Zhou Chunfeng came to the kitchen, she saw her daughter taking out the pig's offal and cutting it into small pieces.

"Girl, this braised pork offal is much more fragrant than boiled pork. The fragrance must have spread two miles away."

"Haha, Mom, it's not that exaggerated."

"How could it be possible? You don't know how much your brother swallowed outside."

"Hahaha, Lixia is a little greedy cat. If he isn't allowed to eat, he'll be thinking about it all day long.

Let’s cut some in the morning and try it ourselves.”

Zhou Chunfeng responded with a smile, "Okay, let's try it first."