Chapter 846 846. Pickled Sweet Potato Vine
In the village, as long as you want to do something, there will always be endless work. The only difference is whether they are in a hurry or not, and whether they are tired from work...
No, early in the morning, old men and women who couldn't sleep came to Lao Song's yard looking for work wrapped in thin cotton-padded jackets. Song Youde, who had just moved here a few days ago, had a complicated look on his face: "Hey, are you going to work for 20 yuan a day?"
"That's not possible!" The old ladies were very free and easy: "You just won't give that 20. Why don’t we come? ”
“That’s right! When are you going to count the sorghum?”
Nowadays, people in the city are also weird. What to buy is not good. When buying sorghum, it depends on the grain... The old Song family said that it is 9.9 with free shipping and does not make money. It is true. I heard that Fengfeng Express is very valuable, so I guess it is just a matter of popularity. ...
Well, when it comes to doing business, it doesn’t matter whether it’s online or offline, it’s hard to kick the first three! They understand!
Wang Lifen just came out of the bathroom and took a hot bath - Tantan's new house is quite comfortable to live in. The bath is not cold at all and there is a ventilation fan. She is older than herself. The house is much stronger.
It can be seen that it is quite good to listen to the children's enjoyment.
Now my head is properly covered with a dry hair cap. Because I am afraid of the cold due to my age, I have wrapped myself in several layers of clothes, so I said:
"The packaging boxes haven't come back, and there's no place to put them after I counted them!"
Zhang Yanping happened to come over and said quickly: "I can count! I can count! We have this smallest ziplock bag, first of all Let’s start packing it up and put it in when the box arrives in the afternoon!”
Since I started running an online store, I don’t necessarily have all the other items at home, but this farm tool and various specifications of packaging are all there!
If the warehouse on the mountain hadn't built several larger rooms, this wouldn't be able to fit in!
When there is work to do, everyone moves quickly. There was no need for Song Youde to arrange it. The one who set the table set the table and the one who moved the stools. Wang Lifen also took a few cups of tea leaf water from the hot water bucket on the side. It was so fragrant!
When the pre-frozen fermented glutinous rice was taken out from the fresh-keeping cabinet, the slight foam from the residual wine liquid and the soft aroma of sorghum wine slowly melted into the aroma of tea, and was almost invisible.
At the very least, if you don’t get close, the elderly, whose sense of smell is gradually becoming less sensitive, won’t be able to smell too much.
So early this morning, the yard of Lao Song’s house became lively again.
Cousin Seven is not idle either. He is taking Qiao Qiao to wash the sweet potato stalks.
Full baskets of sweet potato stalks were poured into the big basin, and the cool water was splashing, washing away the dust that was invisible to the naked eye.
Aunt Lianhua, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, saw that her mother-in-law was counting sorghum with everyone. She smiled and hurriedly washed it before Qiao Qiao.
The bright red rubber gloves were rubbing the sweet potato stalks inside, making a splashing sound.
While washing and washing, he said: "The water is cold in the morning. Don't touch it, your child."
"Huh?" Qiao Qiao took back her hand in confusion: "But Teacher Xin said that women The child should not be hit by the cold water..."
"I'm wearing gloves!"
Aunt Lianhua's movements were particularly neat. She had already washed them once, and was holding the sweet potato stalks with both hands, draining the water and putting them into the dustpan next to her.
It is difficult to describe her feelings for the old Song family in words -
Her husband is a fool, and besides spending money, he is hooking up with other women. He doesn't even care about his own mother all year round, let alone her.
The children said it nicely, but if the women outside their biological father leaked out, they would join in like they were boneless. That was really a waste of money, so much so that Aunt Lianhua never thought about it in her life. She asked herself that she was not doting on her children, so how could her children's education be like this?
For this reason, she was so cruel that she refused to pay for her children's marriage, so they broke off all contact with her. According to the old saying in the village, if children have children, she, as a mother, should not not give them face in important matters...
Had it not been for the fact that her mother-in-law, the only one who was kind to her during that time, became paralyzed and had to be cared for by someone, she really wouldn't have been able to endure it.
But now, the children have started their own families, the husband has not shown up for another year, and she and her mother-in-law have become mother and daughter...
It is not just words, but her mother-in-law has earned it All the wages were given to her! Love is in the hands of whoever has the money. She was so moved that she cried several times during the night!
This all started when the old Song family recruited workers. Aunt Lianhua was so eager to do everything for them. If Qiao Qiao didn’t want to learn a craft, she wouldn’t let her do it at all. The kids get the job done!
She moved quickly and filled several large baskets of sweet potato stalks. After changing a few more basins of water, she cleaned them thoroughly.
While the sun is not strong in the morning, I just spread it out in the corner and let the morning breeze blow. On the side were cleaned bright red peppers, fat white garlic cloves, and ginger that had just been pulled out and cleaned up in the morning.
After putting these away, she was not idle. She found a pot specially designed to boil water, and started boiling water one pot after another, directly filling a large water storage bucket.
The sun gradually rises, and the temperature remains at a lukewarm ten degrees. Aunt Lianhua was busy in the kitchen, suddenly she was sweating again.
By the time the old men and women at the table had finished packing a bag of fermented glutinous rice, the water in the storage bucket had cooled down, and the raw water on the dustpan had dried up.
Next is the seventh cousin's education class.
Qiaoqiao took out the large glass jars specially used for pickles that had been washed and dried last night - starting with sour cowpeas, they even had a special room dedicated to storing pickled vegetables. .
“Cut the ginger into slices. It doesn’t need to be too thin – just about this thickness is enough.”
“Look again, is there no water on the jar? Wipe the safety cover thoroughly first. Then put a layer of chili, ginger and garlic.”
At this point, Qiao Qiao suddenly understood: “It seems that the steps for pickling are the same!”
Even though some of the ingredients are different, a few key points are exactly the same - no oil and no raw water. Also, there must be plenty of salt.
Not waiting for the seventh cousin to say anything else, he had already gone to the warehouse and took out a few packs of salt specially used for pickling vegetables:
"Do you want to pour more?"
Cousin Seven nodded with satisfaction: "You have also pickled a lot of vegetables, so let's estimate the amount."
This "estimate" is like the "appropriate amount" in all recipes. It’s simply hell difficulty for kitchen noobs. But for Qiaoqiao, he didn't have so many ideas. He just made an estimate and relied entirely on his feelings.
After opening the bag and spreading it properly, he turned his head and looked at his seventh cousin with bright eyes:
"One layer of salt and one layer of sweet potato stalks, right?"
Cousin Seven pursed his lips, but he couldn't help but started to laugh: "Yes! That's how you pickle it!"
Look again at the dustpans stacked on the shelves and the large glass boxes on the floor. Jars, the seventh cousin couldn't help but worry again: "How can I eat them all in this winter!"
All the top stories in this book basically end the plot in one or two days, and they won't take any advantage. , or used to push the plot sideways. Don’t be impatient, everyone!
Update one.
(End of this chapter)