Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

When Mrs. Du went out, the smile on Mu Caiwei's face suddenly dropped, and her eyes became cold and sharp, just like when she was on a mission before.She turned around quickly, picked up the knife neatly, and skillfully picked out the meat of the hare that Aunt Zhou had sent, and chopped it into fine pieces.

After doing this, she scooped up a few more ladles of water, poured some salt from the salt shaker into it, and dipped the bamboo skewers she had prepared into the pot to prepare some salt water. Unfortunately, there was no firewood at home!

Caiwei was feeling worried when her mother's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Oh, Jiujin is here, come in, come in, come in."

"Hello Aunt Du, my mother sent me over to deliver a load of firewood."

Outside the fence, the honest and honest Zhou Jiujin stood at the door carrying a pole with bundles of corn stalks on both ends, stacked from top to bottom, like two hills.

Caiwei was worried about not having firewood and salt water. When she heard that the firewood deliveryman was coming, she felt happy and ran out quickly.

At the door, Jiujin saw Caiwei running out lightly. His face flushed and turned red to the roots of his ears. He grabbed his hair and laughed silly a few times, not even daring to raise his nervous eyelids.

Mu Caiwei didn't notice Jiujin's shyness and joy. An old woman with a mind of thirty years old would naturally not feel the admiration of a half-year-old child. In her heart and in her eyes, there was only that load of firewood.

"Jiu Jin, you came at the right time. You are a real help in times of need!"

Mu Caiwei ran to Jiu Jin, pulled out a bundle of corn stalks from his pole, and went to the kitchen happily.

"Hey, sister Wei'er----"

The sweetheart he finally met was about to leave as soon as he saw her face to face, and Jiujin was a little anxious.

Mu Caiwei turned around with a puzzled look on her face: "Jiu Jin, are you okay?"

"Uh...no, ah no, yes, something happened."

Jiu Jin's hand holding the pole became tighter and tighter. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look into her eyes: "Sister Wei'er, my mother said that you fainted from hunger today, but you are feeling better now. If, if you are hungry again, don't hold it back and go find me..."

"puff----"

Looking at the boy's flushed face, his voice that was so nervous that it was trembling, and the string of sweat beads on the tip of his nose. Mu Caiwei laughed out loud unconsciously. She really felt that the child in front of her was so cute, silly, simple, and kind.

Jiujin was dumbfounded by Caiwei's smile. I wonder what Wei'er is laughing at? Should he laugh along with her, or say something. He could only open his eyes and look at her blankly.

After Caiwei finished laughing, she quickly regretted it and felt very sorry in her heart. No matter what this naughty child thought of her, she had a good heart and she shouldn't laugh at her family.

With a slight cough, Caiwei softened her voice and said, "Thank you, Brother Jiujin. I made a note of it. If I get hungry one day, I will definitely come to you!"

After saying that, Mu Caiwei walked into the kitchen carrying firewood.

At the door, Jiu Jin's face turned redder.

He stammered: "Well, aunt, you can use these firewood first. When they are used up, I will give them to you..."

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With firewood, Mu Caiwei's salt water was quickly cooked. After boiling the dried bamboo sticks in 10% salt water for ten minutes, they became elastic again! Bend the bamboo skewer, tie the two ends of the bamboo skewer with a string, wrap the skewer with minced meat, put it outside in the snow and freeze it until it freezes into an ice mass, then use a knife to cut off the string that holds the skewer in place. The rope and stick are frozen in the meat dumpling in an O shape. After the wild boar swallows the meat dumplings, the warm stomach will melt the frozen meat, and the sticks inside will return to their original shape, straightening and elongating...

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At night, Mujiazhuang was shrouded in silence, as if everything had fallen into sleep.

At the west end of the village, outside the short thatched house, a petite and thin figure flashed out, running towards the mountain behind the village as nimble as a swallow.

The moonlight is like water, reflecting the white snow all over the mountains, and illuminating the earth like daylight.

Among the trees, a thin girl carrying a baggage lowered her head and searched carefully on the snow under the moonlight as she walked.

Finally, behind a patch of hay, she saw round and thick hoofprints. There was only one line of hoofprints, about 11 or 2 centimeters long.

Judging from experience, it was a male wild boar weighing more than 300 pounds and living alone.

Mu Caiwei untied her bag, took out a few billiard ball-sized dumplings from the bag, and placed a few in the direction of the footprints. After placing them, she straightened up, clapped her hands, and went back happily.

If nothing happens, she will harvest a fat wild boar early tomorrow morning!