Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 846 846. Pickled Sweet Potato Vine

In the village, as long as you want to do something, there will always be endless work to do. The only difference is whether you are in a hurry or not, and whether you 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 for a day?"

"That's not true!" The old ladies said very freely, "If you don't give me the 20, how can we not come if you just want to make a living?"

"That's right! Don't you mean counting the sorghum? When will you count it?"

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. …

Alas, 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 shower - Tantan's new house is quite comfortable to live in. The bath is not cold at all, and there is a ventilation fan and so on. It is much better than in her old house. .

It can be seen that it is good to listen to the children's enjoyment when there is nothing wrong.

Now his head is properly covered with a dry hair hat. Because he is afraid of the cold due to his age, he has wrapped himself in several layers of clothes. Then he said:

“The packaging box hasn’t come back, and there’s no place to put it after I counted it!”

Zhang Yanping happened to come over and said quickly: "I can count! I can count! We have this smallest ziplock bag. Let's count it and put it in it first. When the box arrives in the afternoon, we can put it in it!"

Since I started running an online store, I didn’t necessarily have all the other items at home, but this farm tool and packaging of various specifications are all there!

If the warehouse on the mountain hadn't built several larger rooms, it wouldn't be able to fit in!

There is work to do, and everyone moves quickly. There was no need for Song Youde to arrange it. The person who set the table set the table, and the person who moved the stools moved the stools. Wang Lifen also received 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 much.

So early this morning, the courtyard of Lao Song's house became lively again.

The seventh cousin is not idle either, he is taking Qiao Qiao to wash the sweet potato stalks.

Whole baskets of sweet potato stalks were poured into the big basin, and the cool water poured over them, 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, he said, "The water is cold in the morning, so don't touch it, kid."

"Ah?" Qiao Qiao retracted her hand in confusion: "But Teacher Xin said that girls should not be iced by 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——

The husband is idle and spends money to hook 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, one by one 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?

Because of this, she was so cruel that she refused to pay for her children's marriages, so they stopped 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...

If it weren't 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’s not just words, but her mother-in-law gave her all her salary! 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 really wanted to do everything for them. If Qiao Qiao didn't want to learn a craft, she wouldn't let her children do the work at all!

She moved quickly and filled several large baskets of sweet potato stalks. After changing a few more basins of water, she cleaned them thoroughly.

Taking advantage of the low sun in the morning, I just spread 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, found a pot specially used 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 bucket was cold and the raw water on the dustpan was drying.

Next is the seventh cousin's education class.

Qiaoqiao took out the large glass jars specially used for pickled vegetables 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 will do."

"Look again, is there no water on the jar? Wipe it thoroughly first to be sure, and then spread a layer of chili, ginger and garlic."

At this point, Qiao Qiao suddenly understood: "It seems that pickles all follow the same steps!"

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.

Before the seventh cousin could 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?"

The seventh cousin nodded with satisfaction: "You have also pickled a lot of vegetables, so let's take a guess."

This "estimate" is like the "appropriate amount" in all recipes, and it is simply hellish for novices in the kitchen. 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 the seventh cousin with bright eyes:

"A layer of salt, a layer of sweet potato stalks, right?"

The seventh cousin pursed his lips, but he couldn't help but became happy: "Yes! You just pickle it like this!"

Looking at the dustpans stacked on the shelves and the large glass jars on the floor, the seventh cousin could not help but feel distressed again: "How can I eat all the food this winter?"

All the top stories in this book basically end the plot in a day or two. They won't take any advantage, but they can be used to push the plot sideways. Don’t be impatient, everyone!

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