I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Baiyunxi was very satisfied with Xiao Wu's self-replenishment. Yes, it tasted like this.

Before Bai Yunxi could say anything, the couple came over carrying baskets and sacks.

"Mom, the baskets and sacks are all here."

"Then hurry up and set off. Mom will take you there while it's still early."

Baiyun Xi glanced at Xiao Wu, "You stay here and clean up the remaining weeds, then you can go home."

Bai Ansheng shook his head, "I'll go with you. I can also carry a bag."

'Who says Bai Wuyi is a scholar? Apart from studying, he is also very strong. ’

Listening to Xiao Wu's thoughts and looking at his stubborn face, Bai Yunxi was happy. How could she refuse the opportunity to voluntarily exercise?

This kid looks down on several older brothers and wants to be a lone hero. Based on her previous personality, it would be easier to fight alone if she is surrounded by brothers who pull their hips.

But now her life is at stake, and there is no way to escape even if she wants to.

"That's fine. If brothers work together, they can cut through metal."

Pack up the hoe and hide it in the weeds to save people from picking it up.

The ladies carried the guy and the basket on their backs all the way to the mountain col.

Baiyunxi gasped and pointed at the beet field, "Pluck out this whole patch, mother, take a breather."

Li helped Bai Yunxi sit on a stone to rest. The three of them worked together, two of them were responsible for picking the cabbage heads, and one was responsible for cleaning up and filling the sacks.

"Mom, how do you eat this kind of beetroot?"

Mrs. Li carried a bunch of them to Xiao Wu, and then turned to her mother-in-law to ask.

"This beetroot also has a name, called beetroot, and it is harvested once every two years."

As Bai Yunxi spoke, he noticed that Xiao Wu's ears moved. Although the boy didn't like to talk, it didn't hinder him from listening at all.

"What we eat is its juice. We can use this to make a thick red vegetable soup. But if I don't make soup, I will use it to make sucrose."

"...Can this thing make sugar?"

Not only Li was shocked, but the two brothers were also surprised. How could such an ugly and unremarkable thing produce sweet sucrose?

"Mom, how did you know this thing can be used to make sugar?" Bai Anyan carried a beet head and smelled it closely. There was no sweet taste at all.

"Your father brought back a journal with pictures. I thought it was strange, so I looked through it, and found this thing in it. At that time, I wanted to go into the mountains to look for it, but your father made fun of me. I just put it aside, I didn’t expect to meet you today.”

It’s good to have an old mentor to support you, and you won’t have to worry about anything.

Mr. and Mrs. Li nodded frequently without any doubt, but Xiao Wu put a beet head into the basket with doubts in his eyes.

"Mom, do you still keep that journal?"

‘If this thing can really make sugar, has your mother never mentioned such an important thing before? ’

Knowing that this baby is not easy to fool, Bai Yunxi shook his head,

"I gave it to your father after I read it. I really don't know where to put it. Your father said that books such as miscellaneous notes contain customs and folk customs from all over the world, and strange people and strange people. They are very popular. If the packaged books It’s not in there, it must have been loaned out.”

Xiao Wu listened to Bai Yunxi's explanation and immediately shut up.

Their family has been collecting books since their grandfather's generation. Everyone knows that their family has a lot of books and people always come to borrow them.

For those who love reading, Lao Juren is never stingy, as long as he cherishes the books and returns them on time.

Borrowing books has long been commonplace at home.

This nasty epidemic has run out of salt... If we don't lift the lockdown, we won't be able to take a lick of it. By the way, a new article is open, let’s collect it~