It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 224

How can we not stir-fry when we have oil?! Jiang Yan grabbed a handful of dried wild vegetables, soaked them in warm water, and threw them into the stone pot to stir-fry.

He took a bite with his chopsticks. The seasoning was okay, but the texture... wasn't crisp enough. Jiang Yan missed the iron wok and fresh vegetables again.

Because military service and labor required self-provided equipment, the ironware accumulated by generations of Dongshan Village was taken to the craftsman shop and made into weapons or other tools and taken away.

After finally saving some money, I gave priority to buying the missing farm tools instead of iron pots. After all, I was short of food and time, so stone pots and clay pots were enough.

Jiang Yan had previously put her plan on hold due to lack of money or conditions, but now she is setting two small goals for herself. One is to buy an iron pot in the new year, and the other is to have fresh vegetables to eat this winter.

Jiang Yan got to work right away. He used a hoe to loosen the slightly frozen soil in the backyard vegetable patch, put it into a slightly cracked ceramic pot, and then moved it to the kitchen stove to use the dissipated heat to accelerate the warming and thawing of the soil.

He took out another bamboo tube, put in a handful of carefully selected plump soybeans, soaked them in water, and then placed it on the stove.

The next morning, Jiang Yan dug out a large wooden tray from the utility room. It looked a bit like the top cover of a clothing box. He evenly arranged the soaked soybeans and then covered it with wet linen.

Jiang Yan walked around with the tray and still felt that the temperature above the stove was the most suitable.

As for the cabbage seeds, Jiang Yan used a branch to poke holes in the soil of the ceramic pot in rows, placing one seed in each small hole and then covering it with soil.

Jiang Yan only sowed fifty seeds. She had never grown cabbage in winter, either indoors or outdoors, and was afraid that it would not be successful, so she was a little cautious.

The sowing work was completed. Jiang Yan took out a charcoal stick and checked the to-do list on the muddy ground.

The grain is dried, threshed, and ground into flour...enough for five days of use.

Firewood for heating...a pile of firewood chopped into a wall can be used for seven or eight days.

Water storage... one tank has been used up and will be refilled in the afternoon.

Bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets and other utensils...weave them at night when I have time.

Check the traps at the entrance to the village... Go get some water.

Land reclamation in the west of the village...

Jiang Yan put down the charcoal sticks, squatted down, and sighed with her hands on her chin. Land reclamation in the west of the village was progressing slowly; she had only cleared less than one-tenth of it.

Jiang Yan knew that after being home for nearly a month, his enthusiasm for tilling the land had dissipated with the cold, fatigue and boredom.

Moreover, the weather will get even colder in the future. She definitely cannot and is unwilling to go to the fields to work in the severe cold. At most, she can drag a few bundles of shrubs or dead grass when the weather is good. Nothing else will happen, at least not before spring comes.

But the window of time that Chunri left for her was also very short... Jiang Yan felt that the task was heavy.

She had to set a goal: to find the best solution this winter that would balance her physical strength, willingness, efficiency, and goal completion...

Jiang Yan stood up and shook off the numbness and soreness in her legs, then took down a pocket grinding wheel from above the cupboard.

She urgently needed nutrition before using her brain.

While sorting soybeans, Jiang Yan casually threw the shrunken ones into a clay pot, washed them with water, and boiled them. After such a long time, the soybeans should have been cooked soft.

Jiang Yan added a spoonful of beans and a spoonful of water into the holes of the grinding wheel, then pushed and turned it hard, and soon a milky white slurry flowed out.

Jiang Yan put the can of soy milk on the stove again and boiled it several times. Then he took out a small bag of sugar, hesitated for a moment, and took out salt and soy sauce.

She discovered soy sauce in Lingshui County, Zhongyuan Prefecture. A small can was more expensive than salt and only slightly cheaper than sugar.

Jiang Yan thought, since she finally had the chance, she had to try the salty soy milk.