It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 327

Jiang Ying opened her eyes. The light coming into the room was still dim.

Besides the whispered discussions of my grandparents in the kitchen, I could also hear the faint sounds of grinding coming from next door.

Why are you up so early...

Jiang Ying yawned as she rolled into Jiang Yan's house. Meeting Jiang Yan's listless eyes, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Why do you look so haggard after a night like this? It's still early, go back to your room and get some more sleep."

"No." Jiang Yan shook her head. "I woke up from a dream and couldn't fall asleep again."

"What kind of dream is so scary?"

"I was kicked out of school for talking back to the teacher." Jiang Yan felt as if he was hit by a piece of chalk on his forehead.

But this is actually not so bad. At most, it was a little embarrassing in the dream. But then I couldn’t see or write the midterm paper clearly, and my anxiety about failing the exam was maxed out.

"It's really scary." Jiang Yingguang felt his hair stand on end when he heard it.

"But Yanyan, you were accompanying Miss Fu to class and yet you still argued with the teacher. Did that person give you a hard time before? It's okay now. Just stay in the village and we won't meet again."

She had never accompanied Miss Fu to a class, and Miss Fu's teacher's major was not suitable for her...

But Jiang Yan didn't explain. He lowered his head and silently adjusted his mood. Then he forced a smile and said, "Please sit for a while. The soy milk will be ready soon. Have some before going home."

"Okay." Jiang Ying had once tasted the soy flour that Jiang Yan asked Uncle Fu to bring back, and the taste was indeed something she missed.

But later on, there was not enough food, and pushing the mill was too tiring, so I never saw Jiang Yan do it again.

Jiang Ying stared at the boiling liquid in the pot and suddenly thought: "The last time I went back to the village, I bought a small bag of malt sugar. My grandparents will definitely be reluctant to finish it. Wait until I get home to get some. It will definitely taste better if it's sweet!"

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Freshly ground tea tastes several times better than brewed tea. Jiang Ying fell in love with this drink after tasting one cup, and even inspired other friends to try it.

It's just grinding... Everyone worked harder while swinging the flails to thresh the soybeans, hoping to finish the work quickly so they could go back and grind the soybeans into powder to drink.

The number of soybeans planted in the village this year is not much, but not too little either.

Now, when he heard that a group of young people were not bothered by the effort and actually wanted to grind the slurry to drink, Jiang Xing immediately and generously sifted out a basket for them to take away.

"When you're done grinding, don't forget to give some to your grandparents. They haven't had bean curd dregs rice in years."

The people of Dongshan Village also grind beans, but they never had the leisure to eat soy milk and bean dregs separately. Instead, they mixed them together to cook millet or make cakes, but that was a long time ago.

Grinding bean dregs rice is too hard, and people don't even want to lift their hands after a day of hard work. Pure bean rice is also difficult to cook and wastes a lot of wood, and it can easily make your stomach uncomfortable. Therefore, when there is enough other food, villagers usually put it aside for later.

And when the time comes to eat bean rice, it is even more impossible to cook bean dregs rice for the sake of saving effort and filling up the stomach.

Sprinkle some dried vegetables, add some salt and soybean paste, Jiang Yan took a bite, and it was indeed better than pure bean rice, except that the appearance was a bit unsightly, very much like the food that the neighbors' grandparents used to mix together to feed their second brother when he was a child.

Two days later, Jiang Ying and others asked Jiang Yan how to make homemade soy milk powder.

I have been sitting in the mansion working for several hours. I have had enough of the plain water and leaf tea in the house and need to try something new.

Jiang Yan also made several cans. She was doing heavy physical work and was at the age of growing up, so she urgently needed to supplement protein.

It's a pity that she hasn't figured out how to make some homemade tofu gypsum, otherwise she could supplement it with protein and calcium to alleviate the severity of her current growing pains.

How about going to the county clinic someday and asking? What if I can buy a little bit for a broken bone?