Chapter 338 - 338 Mugwort
Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old
338 Mugwort
Everyone saw the silver and shrugged. They were still wondering how much Jiang Yue and Xue Yanâs family had. They all thought that Lin Xicuiâs family was now the richest in the surrounding villages, and no matter how rich Jiang Yue and Xue Yan were, they wouldnât have as much as the Lin family! If they did, they would have been boasting about it as well!
Naturally, no one in Jiang Yueâs and Xue Yanâs family would st*pidly argue about this.
There were also people who laughed at Xue Sanfu in private, saying that his betrothed had become someone elseâs concubine. However, because they all knew Xue Sanfuâs temper, they only did so in private, and no one dared to say it in front of him.
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The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and there were mosquitoes all around. One day, Xue Wufu woke up and complained that he had been bitten by a mosquito while he was sleeping. He even rolled up his sleeve to show Jiang Yue and the others the red bump on his arm.
When Xue Erfu saw this, he immediately hit his arm and laughed, âThereâs dried mugwort at home. You forgot to light it up. You deserve to be bitten.â
Jiang Yue knew that there was a mosquito repellent in this world, but it required money to buy. Most farmers were reluctant to buy it, and they would use mugwort to repel mosquitoes, but the effect was slightly worse than the mosquito repellent.
Every year, when the mugwort was in its prime, every farmer would pick the mugwort leaves and roll them into strips, then dry them in the shade. When they needed to repel mosquitoes, they would take them out and light them up. Previously, when they had nothing to do, Li Hehua, Yu Hongyan, and Liu Guixia had already picked mugwort leaves.
âYou should be able to sleep on the mats now. It was quite hot last night.â Xue Sifu said.
âYou can.â Liu Guixia said with a smile. âBut Jiang Yue and Xue Yan are still young and itâs not that hot yet. Donât let them sleep on bamboo mats yet, let them sleep on the grass mats first. When the weather gets hotter, weâll change the bamboo mats for them.â
âIâll make sure to wash them all.â Li Hehua said with a smile. âEveryone can lay on it tonight.â
âWe donât have that many bamboo mats at home. Last year, we slept on straw mats. Fortunately, we donât have to save on them anymore. Sifu, when you come back from town in the afternoon, remember to buy more bamboo mats.â
âI know, Mother. I will.â Xue Sifu agreed with a smile.
Liu Guixia turned around and said to Li Hehua, âWash the mosquito net when you wash the mat. Itâs going to be a hot day today. If itâs dried, we can hang it up tonight. Itâs better not to use mugwort when you sleep. Otherwise, youâll wake up in a daze.â
Everyone agreed and nodded along.
Liu Guixia smiled again. âThere are patches on the mosquito net, but letâs just leave it as it is this year. It doesnât matter if itâs ugly. When we move into our new house, weâll get a new one.â
After breakfast, Li Hehua went to the river to wash the grass mat and mosquito net, while Xue Sifu brought Jiang Yue and Xue Yan to the town to sell rice noodles.
The weather was heating up, and fewer and fewer people were eating the rice noodles with the hot soup. Those who came to eat basically ordered cold rice noodles or fried rice noodles.
Stir-fried rice noodles cooled down more easily than rice noodles in hot soup.
Today, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan didnât have to shout anymore. There were already many people who came to eat rice noodles without promotion.
Jiang Yue held the bowl of cold rice noodles with both of her small hands and helped another customer to bring it to the table. When she returned to Sifuâs side, she heard him exclaim, âIn a few days, the weather will be even hotter. Perhaps no one will order fried rice noodles by then. We donât have to prepare the soup anymore. Fortunately, we still have cold rice noodles and fried rice noodles to sell.â