Chapter 13: Sweet potato porridge

Every year, the rations must be sold for a part, so that Bai Xiaofeng can buy ink and read books. As a result, the rations of Baijia are very tense.
Hu Bo’s family has only two acres of land. Although there are only two people in the family, it is enough to eat. If you can't keep the house, you need to add something, and then you will occasionally get sick. This food is also tense.
She sighed, first burned the stove, and then boiled a pot of water, washed two meters into the pot.
Then add firewood to the stove, she just walked out of the kitchen, and Hu Feng, standing under the eaves, asked: "Hu Feng, where is the dish of the family?"
Hu Feng looked back at her and pointed her finger at a pile of black-like things in the corner of the kitchen.
Is this a dish? She took one out of the corner and asked Hu Feng: "What is this dish?"
Hu Feng ignored her and went straight into the house.
Hey! This guy, is it a dumb?
She washed the black, and the skin was rough. She cut the skin with a knife. After the skin was cut, a scent of the skin was scented into the nose. It smelled like a sweet potato.
She cut a small piece and tasted it. It was exactly the same as the sweet potato, but I don’t know why this potato skin is so dark and ugly.
It’s easy to have sweet potatoes, and it’s not to drink rice soup.
She washed a few sweet potatoes, cut the skin and cut it into small pieces, thrown into the pot just opened in the water and cooked with the porridge.
Sweet potato porridge, she used to love it, sweet and soft, and easy to fill, the most suitable for the poor.
After half an hour, she put the fragrant sweet potato porridge on the table. After adding the sweet potato to the porridge of the rice soup, it became very thick. It was very appetizing, and the smell of this fragrance made people Can not help but move the index finger.
When Hu Bo went to the house to call for dinner, Hu Feng walked out and saw the sweet potato porridge on the table. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes swept over the day.
Hu Bo smiled and said: "This can still be eaten like this. We used to eat boiled water and eat it."
"Hey? Isn't this sweet potato? How do you call him?" Bai Yan looked curious.
Hu Bo suspected: "The original thing is called sweet potato? We also eat it for the first time. This is the wind that Hu Feng dug from the mountain. I didn't dare to eat it at the beginning. The rice in the tank was not enough. It only cooked twice. It’s okay to eat, but I’m relieved.

They didn't even know that it was sweet potato. . .
When she just took the sweet potato, she saw that the sweet potato underneath was like a green shoot, and she said: "This can be grown by myself. I see two buds in the kitchen. Ming is in the yard. Pull out a piece of land and plant it. After two or three months, you can drop the fruit, and you don't have to apply fertilizer regularly. It is very good to grow."
Hu Bo listened to his eyes and lit up. He smiled and said: "This is a good thing. When the children planted the peanuts, they went to the courtyard to turn the ground. Whether it was impossible or not, it was just a little effort, and there was no loss.

Hu Feng stared at the porridge in front of his eyes: "Can you have a meal?" Smell the smell, and he screamed in disappointment.
I spent a day doing farm work during the day and didn't eat it at noon. I waited for the night.
Hu Bo was busy: "Open the meal, I have already been hungry and I have a back chest."
In addition to white peony, they are the first time to eat sweet potato porridge, sweet and soft taste, eating Hu Bomei opened his eyes.
A pot of porridge quickly finished eating, Zhao Lan and Bai Yu deliberately eat less, after all, is someone else's home, and two big men who are hungry for a day, they are not good to compete with them, so much in the pot.