Chapter 468 468. Tender Chestnut
There is one more thing that the Zhang Wang family did not say.
He was eating and drinking at Song Tan's house every day during this period, maybe because he had enough oil and water, or maybe because the food at home was so good that he accidentally ate more...
Rural Area As a human being, as long as you eat well, you will be in good health sooner or later.
He now feels that his physical condition is much better than in the first half of the year. Apart from anything else, it is not so strenuous to carry a young man like Wu Lei around every day.
At this rate, there's no telling if he can live another ten or twenty years.
When he could do it, he would look after Taoyuan, and when he couldn't, he would weave straw mats for Song Tan's family... There is really nothing he can do. He has no place to spend money now. He has saved his salary and capital. Get up, go back and hire someone to serve you...
If you really can’t serve me well, then it’s all over.
Nowadays, as long as they are open-minded in thinking, the Zhang Wang family feels that life cannot be more comfortable.
As a result, he became more and more chic.
Song Tan didn't know that Uncle Zhang, who had always been honest and honest, could think so wildly now.
Now I just got on the tricycle: "Okay, Uncle Zhang, I would like you to keep an eye on Wu Lei."
"What are you talking about?"
Zhang Wang’s family laughed: “It’s easier to have a young man to help me than it is to be alone, and there’s even someone to talk to.”
……
When Song Tan drove the tricycle to the edge of the chestnut garden, he was listening to Song Sancheng lamenting inside:
"The soybeans ripened too fast this year, and I didn't even eat edamame a few times. I still thought I could drink wine. "
And Qiaoqiao opened his palm: "Dad, here, this pod is green, it is edamame."
Song Sancheng:...
Man. The leaves and pods of the rehmannia glutinosa are yellow, but this one is green... Why, can he prepare a cold dish for these pods?
Song Tan walked in and also laughed.
"It's okay. We will plant them in batches next year, early-maturing and late-maturing..."
But we only eat them at home, not for sale. Fresh edamame has to be picked up by someone, and it is not as easy as soybeans to come in all at once.
Looking at Song Sancheng again, he was cutting soybeans and picking up fallen pods and exploded beans on the ground. He was really busy.
Song Tan looked at Dabao and Erbao who were gathered around excitedly:
"Dad, stop picking it up."
"Our beans are delicious, it would be a pity to keep them here."
Song Sancheng was reluctant to part with them.
"It's okay." Song Tan patted Dabao Erbao on the head: "Since they are here, can't you just leave a snack for them?"
Don't say it yet. Song Sancheng would feel distressed when he thought of scattered beans scattered in the ground.
But once I thought about how the eldest and second eldest babies could eat, I was instantly satisfied again.
He became happy:
"Okay, our Dabao and the second treasure are so obedient, how wonderful the chestnut garden will be! Eat, eat whatever you want!"
Okay, Dabao Erbao can understand words now. When they talk about eating, the two dogs become energetic. They quickly poke their noses on the ground and can’t wait to find the scattered beans - roll them up with their tongues and chew them directly. Belly.
Although but... guarding the treasure mountain without tasting it, it was really touching.
Song Sancheng obviously approved of it.
However, Song Tan glanced at the two Bao'er and thought: If they are so skilled at eating, they probably haven't opened a small stove before.
As for the initiator...
She looked at Qiao Qiao, who was immersed in cutting soybeans and said nothing, and smiled helplessly.
...The family of three grasped the branches and leaves of the soybean vine with their left hands, and stabbed down with the sickle in their right hand. The basket was quickly filled with handfuls of soybean straw, and then poured into the tricycle. .
Among them, Song Tan, who was the most efficient, saw that there was literally no grass growing in his path. Song Sancheng couldn't help but gasped:
"Tan Tan, you are doing this to my young man. Now, the whole village is not doing well."
"That's not true!" Song Tan also became proud: "Dad, you don't even know what kind of genes I have inherited."
< br>For a time, the sound of laughter and wind could be heard throughout the forest.
Before leaving, Song Tan conveniently broke off a branch with four or five chestnut bags on it - the branch was too thin and the chestnuts were too heavy, and they almost fell down under the weight.
By acting like this, she was reducing the burden on the chestnut tree.
And Qiaoqiao held the branch expectantly: "Let's go! Let's go home and eat chestnuts!"
…
Don't look at the chestnut plant. It looks very defensive, but is actually very convenient to eat.
For example, on the oval chestnut bag, there is actually a weak point of a cross. There are no thorns there, they are just protected by the cross of thorns on both sides. When ripe, it will explode into four pieces from this cross...
In short, the chestnut is still in the state of tenderness. A skilled farmer only needs to step on the other half with one foot, and then hold the scissors along the chestnut. Gently dig in any trace vertically and horizontally, and then break it apart——
The round chestnut bag will be split in half, revealing the soft and white young chestnuts inside.
At this time, the chestnut shell is milky white and very soft because it has not aged yet. The skin inside is also moist and soft, making it especially easy to peel.
Put the light yellow chestnut kernel into your mouth, and when you bite it, you will find a pool of fresh and tender water.
Sweet and extraordinarily delicious.
To be honest, it tastes a hundred times better than ripe chestnuts!
There are just these few chestnut buns, with three or four small chestnuts inside. The first person in the family gets two, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. Qiao Qiao looked eagerly in the direction of the chestnut forest:
< br>"I still want to eat..."
"Eat!" Song Tan was particularly happy: "Once something is grown, it is used for eating, but this chestnut is still a little small. Wait for it in two days. The bigger it gets, the more cost-effective it will be to eat.”
"When you feed the dog, you can pick some back."
"But..." Qiaoqiao looked at Ulan hesitantly: "Didn't Mom say you can't eat chestnuts that are not ripe? It's a waste. "
Wulan was also stunned, and then smiled: "You are talking about the old Huangli many years ago. At that time, I was counting on selling chestnuts and eating small chestnut buns. I won’t be willing to sell it even if it’s half a pound less.”
“We don’t rely on this now. You can eat whatever you want, even if it’s all over the mountain.”
That’s it. Now, before and after the chestnuts mature, you have to go up the mountain every day to watch them, otherwise someone will steal them.
Nowadays, many chestnut forests in the whole village are deserted, and whoever likes to eat them will tear them off.
Times have changed!
…
At this end, Song Sancheng spread the soybeans on the open space in front of the door. Many of the pods have fallen off, but some are still connected to the stems:
“Dry them in the sun first, and then beat them later to make them easier to clean up.”
The seventh cousin looked at it, then went to look inside to see if there were any green ones, and picked them directly:
"Fry some fresh soybeans for lunch."
Qiao Qiao came over and also I rummaged around curiously, and it took me a long time to find a small basin.
The unripe soybeans are green when peeled. Go back and remove the shells, and then remove a layer of translucent membrane. Simmer it in a pot, then add some minced meat in green pepper sauce and stir-fry, it will have a unique flavor...
This chapter is an update to what I promised last month but didn't write out.
I love tender chestnuts! ! ! But when I was young, in order to make money, my family rarely gave me food.
There is another update and I have written a lot, but I can’t stay up late now, so... If there is no time before twelve o’clock, let’s continue tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)