Farming Little Husband Makes a Fortune

Seeing He Jun walking with his head bowed and silent, Jing Wen thought he was shy, so he asked gently, "Who else is in your family?"

"My parents died early, and now I live with my uncle and aunt."

Jing Wen felt that his question might cause He Jun's displeasure and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I don't know the situation."

He Jun raised his head and smiled at Jing Wen: "I'm fine." But at this moment he actually saw pity in Jing Wen's eyes.

He Jun hopes that this period of time can pass slowly, but it is still here.

Jing Wen followed He Jun into his room, put down the dishes on his back, and took a look at the place where he lived.

The room is small and old and there is basically no decent furniture. I saw a small stove with leftovers in the bowl and asked, "Are you eating alone?"

He Jun nodded and was about to tell Jing Wen to sit down and have a rest. Su Hong passed by the door and saw Jing Wen and said in a strange way: "After all, this is still my home. You are only staying here temporarily. Don't casually treat people who are messed up." Take them all home."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jing Wen maliciously, then walked away with a twist.

He Jun is so embarrassing, it doesn't matter that Su Hong usually taunts herself with sarcasm, but now she even scolds with Jing Wen, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Don't be angry, my aunt talks like this, don't take it to heart."

Jing Wen now fully understands He Jun's living environment, and knows that it must be difficult for him to live under the fence, so he feels pity for him a little more in his heart.

"Go and play with Rong'er often in the future. If you don't want to cook, come to my house for dinner."

He Jun nodded with a hint of warmth in his heart, and Jing Wen got up and said goodbye because it was inconvenient to stay for a long time.

He Jun put the vegetables in the basket in a dark place, because there are too many vegetables and they can be eaten for several days, so they are not easy to spoil.

Then pour out all the sweet-scented osmanthus from another bamboo basket, and now he is going to try to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

He found a big pot, added water and rock sugar and stirred until it was all melted, then added some oil, poured glutinous rice flour and flour and stirred well.

Then pour the prepared powder slurry into the iron plate and let it stand for four to ten minutes, and finally put it in the steamer and steam for three to ten minutes.

After steaming and cooling for an hour, remove the mold and cut into pieces, then top with sweet-scented osmanthus. The room exudes a strong sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus, and finally cut into neat small rectangles with a knife.

He Jun looked at his finished product with satisfaction. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was white and crispy. He picked up a piece and tasted it carefully. It was soft and oily, sweet but not greasy, and had a delicious fragrance.

He Jun immediately wanted to take the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Jing Wen's house and give it to their family to taste, so as to share the joy of his success in making cakes.

It suddenly occurred to him that the wild persimmons were still drying outside. The sun has been very strong these days, and the wild persimmons have been dried into persimmons.

He Jun took all the persimmons off the rope.He had seen the dried persimmons made by other people's houses before. They were not dark in color, and the taste was a bit astringent.

And these persimmon cakes made by myself are dark red and beautiful, and they are sweet and glutinous when you bite into them.

He counted more than 90 osmanthus cakes and more than 50 dried persimmons, which is not too much. He Jun came up with an idea to save some for everyone to eat, and sell the rest.

His uncle only gave him ten taels of silver, and after he bought some things, he left a few taels. The days are still long, and he has to live in the future. What can he do if he doesn't make money.

After making these two pastries, I was busy until the evening.I casually fried an eggplant and loofah, and filled my stomach with the leftover pancake from yesterday.

Going to bed and falling asleep, in the dream I dreamed that Jing Wen was smiling softly at me.