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After entering the village, it was already the hour to become a lunchtime diet. There weren't many people there, and a few of them who didn't interact much with each other normally saw Wu Ya's curious expression and didn't say anything.

On the other hand, when the wife of the villager Liu Pai saw Wu Ya, they both lowered their heads to mutter to each other, even though they were laughing so much that the branches of their flowers were trembling, as if they had just heard a great joke.

Furthermore, Liu Ma Zi's wife was called Wang Chunxing, and was even close to Wang Dahua. Her personality was also on the same side as Wang Dahua, and during the whole day of scolding and scolding people, although her temperament was not as hard as Wang Dahua's, she was still not any better. If there was to be a ranking, it would only be the difference of being a champion.

Corn without skin was easier to seal in the juice of the corn. After the corn was roasted, the burnt skin would be removed. Even the most ordinary old corn would still be able to be roasted alive …

It also carried with it the fresh scent of grass and leaves, making one savor it with relish.

In order to be able to pay respects to his five viscera temple as soon as possible, the fire of the five maidservants was very strong. Fortunately, with the protection of the skin, even if it were a little more vigorous, it would still not scare them.

Not long after, Wu Ya could smell the aroma of the burnt outer leaves along with the thick aroma of the corn coming from the face. He couldn't help but have his stomach growl even more rhythmically.

Unfortunately, the corn was good, but not easy to cook. Without any other tools, it would take them at least thirty minutes to roast.

It didn't take long to talk about this. However, because the delicacies were right in front of them, it was even more tormenting to wait than if he had been there for four hours. Wuya rubbed his stomach as he tried to stir things up. He was in so much pain, it was as if he was being tortured by 10 people in the entire Qing Dynasty. "Huu …"

Only then did the meat come to fruition. Wu Yazi couldn't wait to cover his mouth with his hands and feet for a while longer before stuffing the meat into his mouth. Just one mouthful was enough to make Wu Ya so happy that she was on the verge of tears. She felt that in her previous life, all of them had never eaten such delicious roasted corn before.

Actually, there was no one else on the West Mountain, but Wu Ya always felt that as long as he ate one second at night, the fragrant roasted corn on his hand would no longer be his. Only when the two pieces of roasted corn were completely wiped out did Wu Ya finally lie down safely on the grass, feeling the fragrance lingering between his lips, as if he was exceptionally satisfied.

After lying down for a long time, Wuya got up and turned the remaining eighteen pieces of money in his pocket over and over a few times, only then did he feel that today, he was not dreaming, but actually getting the money. Adding on his stomach's satisfaction, Wuya's mouth revealed a comfortable smile, for the first time, he felt that his life after teleportation wasn't too bad after all.

Wu Ya wasn't lazy to begin with. With the bright yellow copper coins in front of him, he felt extremely motivated. He quickly gathered the grass on his body, took out two jars of wild grapes, and headed back to the house.

As they walked along the road, they passed by a patch of tall and short trees. Wu Ya looked over curiously, but found that under those densely packed large leaves, there were actually many fruits the size of a baby's fist. The yellow and green fruits were pretty attractive, but the fruit was so luxuriant and the fruit was hidden so deeply that Wu Ya didn't notice it a few days ago.

But no matter how ugly they were, looking left and right, Wuya felt that they were somewhat similar to oranges, at most, they could only be considered low-quality oranges. Everyone said that oranges gave birth to Huai Nan as oranges, while those that were born in Huaibei took fruit. Or was it a fruit?

Thinking about how much the orange fruit was not poisonous, Wuya picked one and carefully peeled it off, only to find out that it really was a flap-like flesh inside. However, this flesh was not as bright as the orange one, it was a bit white instead, its color was not thick, and also had a little cyan color.

Wu Ya was suspicious, so he put the pill up his nose and took a whiff, and smelled a pungent sour smell, the smell was so pungent that it made people's eyes hurt.

Wuya wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, summoned up his courage and put a petal on the tip of his tongue to taste. He lightly inhaled and felt the taste buds on his tongue curling up.

Wu Ya threw out the stuff in his hands in a panic. He felt his teeth were going to go numb from the pain, and tears started streaming down his face.

"Pui!" "Pui!" Wu Ya stuck out his tongue miserably, spitting out his saliva towards the side. He only wanted to spit out the sour taste in his mouth.

"Damn, isn't this a little too sour!" Even the lemons he sold in his previous life were not as sour as this.

Wait! This was sour!

Wu Ya's mind suddenly lit up. He quickly went to the tree to pick another fruit, then he peeled it and ate it. The intense taste of the acid almost scared Wu Ya to the point that he wanted to bite his own tongue!

So it was like that! It really was this sour. It was sour, and not bitter at all.

Isn't this the best sour taste to replace the lemon? Didn't he just taste the lemon juice instead? I'm afraid it might be even better to replace it with this one.

Thinking of this, Wu Ya couldn't help but feel happy, this time his jam taste definitely wouldn't be bad.

This unknown orange fruit, other than sour, really couldn't be considered good. Moreover, as long as there was very little juice in the jam, it wouldn't be too much. Wu Ya wasn't greedy, so he only plucked three or four fruits and put them in his pocket.

After returning to the hut, Wu Ya took out the newly bought oilcloth paper s and threw them on the ground, cutting the washed wild grapes into four small portions, one by one. Although he didn't need to peel the jam, it was still necessary to cut it into small pieces so that he could stew it faster later.

After dicing all the wild grapes, he put them into one of the jars. Wu Ya carefully took out a bag of sugar, and estimated that it was only half full. He mixed it with the sharpened bamboo stick and marinated the fruits first.

The fruit would need to be marinated for thirty minutes to an hour. Wuya took the clean leaves that he had just brought back from the stream and covered the head of the altar with it before returning it to the shop. That was how he started doing other things.

He had a lot of things to do in the next few days, regardless of whether it was him or the other way round, the most important thing was to set up the small house.

Wu Ya then took out the remaining three oilcloth paper s.

As there were no needle and thread, he could only use the bamboo stick to poke a thin enough vine on the four sides of the oilcloth paper.

After putting on the vines, Wu Ya barely managed to get the three oilcloth paper s to stay at their fixed positions on the roof, leaving one for the south. Although they did not look too good, and the wind was still blowing in all directions, Wu Ya could not think of any other way.

These days, scissors, small knives, and sewing needles were all extremely expensive items that he couldn't afford to buy at the moment.

In the daytime, Wuya had asked the shopkeeper about it. A single ordinary sewing needle would cost ten big dollars, and even a normal sewing thread would cost three big coins. It was really a luxury that he couldn't afford.

However, thinking about this reminded Wu Ya of an interesting thing. It was the story he had read in his previous life, 'As long as you have perseverance, the iron pestle will be sharpened into a needle'.

In fact, in ancient times, when the production technology was behind, anything falling into the category of metal would be considered as an extremely valuable item. Therefore, it was impossible to use an iron pestle to grind it into an embroidery needle.

Indeed, it required a great deal of perseverance and patience to make iron needles in ancient times. First, he had to cut the red-hot iron into wires, then cut them into sections, sharpening one end, and then drill into the hole at the other end.

It was even more troublesome to make acupuncture needles. First, oil had to be used to fill the holes, and the tips had to be sharpened until they were sharp and round in order to prevent the needles from breaking the blood vessels.

However, embroidery needles were very time-consuming and really couldn't be cheap. It was impossible for someone like Wuya to buy a box of tens or even twenty with a dollar in his previous life. The normal married women only used three or four of them for needlework. They were all extremely precious and it didn't matter if they used one or two.

If the story he read in primary school was true, then that old grandma who forged the metal pestle could be considered a wealthy man with both money and leisure. He really did have money to spend. To think that such an expensive metal tool could be used to grind embroidery needles.

Don't say that Wuya doesn't have any money right now. Even if they were rich, they would not dare to spend this kind of money, it was just that they could not do anything about it. If only they could find needle and thread to seal the gaps in the corners of the oilcloth paper.

However, this was only Wuya thinking about it, so he gave up in the end.

It wasn't that Wu Ya didn't want to go down the mountain and ask Li Zheng's wife about it, or even ask Madam Lin for loans, but after thinking about it for a while, Wu Ya put this matter on hold. Since it had already broken through to such a state, he could just do whatever he wanted, even if he had to do it in detail, it wouldn't be able to withstand the cold winter weather.

Hanging up the oilcloth paper, Wu Ya estimated that the marinating time was not enough, so he picked up the bamboo stick s and scythes that he used to dig the ditch yesterday, and with his current speed, although it was slow, he believed that he could finish it in three to four days.

Wu Ya was the one who cut the sickle from Qin family previously, so other people might not remember that it was an item. However, it would not be hidden for long, and in a few days, it would be collected.

However, Wu Ya did not care. If it was useful, he would use it immediately, no need to use it for nothing. Thinking about it, Wu Ya's strength increased: "I'm working hard, I'm digging! "I worked hard, my man!"

After digging for less than half an hour, Wuya finally carried the other jug to the stream, drank half a jug of spring water upstream, then went downstream to wash up before returning home with the stream.

He found a flat place to start a fire and set up the wine jug that he had prepared beforehand with half a jug of mountain spring water. When the water was completely boiled, he poured in the pickled fruit and the syrup, then took the sour and wild orange and squeezed a large portion of the juice into the jug.

While he was still burning, he took out some of the firewood from under the fire and changed it to a small flame to simmer slowly. When the water in the pot had been slowly boiled, it became half water and half thick.

He took the clean bamboo stick and stirred until he saw that the jam inside the jar had a thick sauce like sheen. Then, he put the fire out.

It was a success. Now, he only had to wait for it to cool down before he could taste it.

Taking advantage of this time, Wuya cleaned up his own room, poured the remaining water over the place where the fire had just been built, and carefully checked again to make sure there were no sparks.

What a joke. It was a summer's day, and once the mountains were on fire, it was no joke.