After dinner, Xiaoxiao went back to her room, thinking that her husband, whom she got for a bargain, would follow her back, but he didn't. Instead, he ran out. What was he up to?
Xiaoxiao was very puzzled. After waiting for a long time, her bargain husband came back, holding a bunch of firewood sticks. What was he planning to do?
"What are you holding there?"
"I got some sorghum stalks from uncle's place."
"..." Oh, so it was sorghum stalks. She was seeing them for the first time. Didn't everyone here just grow corn? It seemed that a few households also planted some other crops. But what did he need these for?
Before Xiaoxiao could ask, her husband was out the door again. She felt that her husband was acting weird and unusual today.
Yang Ming started to make a fire in the outer room, and Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back any longer. "Husband, what are you up to?"
"I'm making some paste."