Chapter 2674 It’s All Yours (Second Update)
All her resistance turned into gentle catering.
"Fool, I am yours, Qing'er is yours, body, heart, everything is yours!"
Her soft arms actively wrapped around his shoulders, and he He hugged her tightly, turned over and pressed her down again.
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After Luo Fengtang came back, life seemed to have returned to calm. In the calm, the last wave of farm work of the year ushered in.
Picking cotton under the stars and the moon, picking up various agricultural and sideline crops.
Various vegetables and fruits that were endless in the vegetable garden and were about to end due to the season were picked up by the women.
What should be fished out, what should be pickled, It's time to bask in the sun.
In the next few months of the year, these things will be the dishes that farmers use to eat.
Yang Ruoqing was also busy making pickles with Wang Cuilian and Sun. After coming to this world, she taught them a lot and learned a lot from them.
Look, many of the pickles in the rows of pots and jars in the backyard were made by her own hands.
Very interesting.
"Qing'er, come here and help me." Over there, Mrs. Sun was shouting.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Mrs. Sun carrying a vegetable basket filled with large duck eggs.
Yang Ruoqing hurried over and helped Sun carry the basket that was deformed by the weight of the duck eggs.
Sun said: "Fifty duck eggs, pickle them all. The baby likes salted duck egg porridge."
"Okay, I'll pickle them. Mom, wash your hands and sit down for a while." ." Yang Ruoqing said.
He turned around and brought a big jar over, poured clean well water into it, and then put the salt in it.
In this era, salt is not like modern times, it costs one yuan a pack.
Salt in this era was developed and sold uniformly by the government.
Selling illegal salt will result in beheading.
So salt is relatively expensive, and most people eat it leisurely. Like when she first traveled through time, the food basically had no taste.
Vegetable leaves are basically boiled in water. Just add a little salt and don't dare to add too much oil.
Even now, only Yang Ruoqing and a few well-off families in the village can pickle vegetables on such a large scale.
In other households, most of them cook and dry vegetables.
So in ancient times, we should not fall into the misunderstanding that poor families only eat pickles.
Wrong,
It is the rich who can really eat pickles as much as they want.
Picking salted duck eggs is very simple, just put the fresh duck eggs into clean salt water, then seal them, and wait for about forty days, and they are almost ready.
This method was taught by Sun, and the salted duck eggs made by Sun are delicious.
After peeling, the duck egg yolk can ooze red oil, and the duck egg white is also moderately salty.
When eating porridge, cut the hard-boiled salted duck eggs into two pieces with their shells attached, and serve them with cucumber strips and honey-glazed dried tofu as side dishes. Not to mention how delicious it is.
Not only Luo Baobao and Dazhi love to eat it, Yang Ruoqing herself also likes it very much.
Here, Mrs. Sun did not sit down, but stood aside and watched Yang Ruoqing pickle salted duck eggs, with a happy smile on the woman's face.
"My Qing'er is really capable. She is a good hand at home and outside." Mrs. Sun said sincerely.
Yang Ruoqing leaned over and gently put the duck eggs into the big jar. Hearing this, she smiled at Sun.
“I am twenty years old and my child is five years old. I have to learn to do these things no matter what.” She said. Just because the elders on both sides are still alive, you can't rely on them for everything.
Pickled pickles, pancakes, cutting clothes, collecting shoes...
In the food section, Yang Ruoqing admitted that she learned relatively quickly, while the needlework section was a bit full.
But she kept doing it, learning, and never gave up.
Because the elders will grow old and leave one day. It is impossible for me to help you pickle pickles, bake cakes, and collect shoes for a lifetime.
You will eventually grow up, just like that bird, and you will pass on these skills to your children. them.
This is how human beings are, like a baton, passed down from generation to generation, dominating this land and multiplying.
While chatting with Mrs. Sun, all the duck eggs were sorted.
Other beans, cucumber strips, leeks, etc. are all pickled.
Looking at the rows of neatly stacked jars and jars, Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands, and a feeling of fulfillment filled her heart.
This kind of happiness and satisfaction is no weaker than earning money in vain. Because this is a DIY process, you experience the process, which is great!
"Qing'er, your grandma is coming to live with us tomorrow. Your dad discussed with me and said he wanted to kill the duck in the backyard so that he can entertain your grandma tomorrow." Sun He told Yang Ruoqing again.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, and after counting the days, it was indeed the third wife's turn to support the old couple.
Here, Mrs. Sun continued: "Tomorrow you and Tangyazi remember to bring the children over for lunch."
Because Luo Fengtang is back, and it happens to be busy in the farming season. , so Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian have also been eating at Yang Ruoqing's side these days.
While eating at night, Blacksmith Luo sighed from time to time, looking worried.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, and Yang Ruoqing asked Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is this dish not to your liking?"
Blacksmith Luo quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I can eat all the rice bran and vegetables if I have one. I won't choose those. Besides, we don't have to choose this dish. It's so good!"
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the table in front of her. The food was served.
Although it was night, I had been doing strenuous work during the day. I definitely had to cook rice and vegetables at night, and I wouldn’t be able to eat enough porridge.
A big bowl of white rice, spicy twice-cooked pork, pork elbows in sauce, fried shrimp with eggs, fried beans with eggplant, and a bowl of dried leeks and roasted soy sauce.
There is really no choice in this dish, it is better than the New Year’s Eve dinner that other people in the village serve.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? I think you seem to have something on your mind." Luo Fengtang also spoke up.
Blacksmith Luo shook his head and remained silent.
Wang Cuilian was anxious and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Just tell me what's bothering you. Don't you see the children are anxious?"
Blacksmith Luo then put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Ruoqing. and Luo Fengtang.
“This week Zhou Wang came here to collect medicine and bought a pair of medicines from Uncle Fu.”
"I asked him which illness he had, but he hesitated at first. Later, when I pressed him, I found out that his mother had broken her leg," Blacksmith Luo said.
Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan are now helping Yang Ruoqing.
Zhou Wang followed the herb collection team up the mountain to collect herbs, and he was able to do so until late September of the lunar calendar.
As for Xiaohuan and Ping'er, they do embroidery work for the restaurant. Over the past year, the couple's life has improved.
"My aunt broke her leg?" Luo Fengtang also put down his chopsticks.
"What happened? How did it fall?" he asked again.
(End of this chapter)