Chapter 147 147. Like the sun breaking through the night
A group of people had a super comfortable breakfast and praised the seventh cousin's cooking skills. However, the seventh cousin himself was very dissatisfied:
“You’ve already returned to the countryside, why do you still have to buy vegetables every now and then?” Look at how clean the kitchen is, and how barren the vegetable fields are.
Then there is nothing we can do about it!
In this lean time, if you don’t buy vegetables, will it be possible to eat lettuce, garlic sprouts and Chinese cabbage every day?
The seventh cousin said critically: "The season is not right, the black and white vegetables are already bitter."
In time for the Chinese New Year, I boiled the cabbage hearts of black and white cabbage and it tasted sweet.
Seeing that everyone had eaten and drank enough, Qiao Qiao happily piled the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, washed them slowly and carefully, and was still humming a song:
“Just like the sun breaks through the dark night, the dawn quietly crosses the horizon..."
Song Tan listened again and again, and always felt that something was not quite right.
Then she remembered: This seems to be Ultraman's theme song! but-
“Song Qiaoqiao!” she asked: “You can sing now. How many episodes did you watch yesterday?”
Qiaoqiao blinked, then quickly turned around and said loudly: "Qiaoqiao is washing the dishes, so be serious."
Well, let’s just say that yesterday I went into the bedroom and reluctantly came out after dinner. I didn’t know how many episodes I watched in one go!
Grandma Qi was filled with joy when she saw how well-behaved and obedient Qiao Qiao was. She hurriedly said, "Children, what's wrong with watching a few episodes of cartoons? I don't believe you didn't hold a TV when you were a child."
Song Tan was silent.
At that time, I asked which child wished he could live in a TV!
Just as he was about to say something more, the seventh cousin had already rummaged through a basket and asked, "Are there any designated dishes for lunch?"
Ulan quickly said: "No, no, cousin, we will eat whatever you do, we are not picky about food."
Now that she is freed from three meals a day, she is holding a basket and tying it to her waist, preparing to pick tea. Let alone choosing, I just want to clap my hands and celebrate.
The seventh cousin nodded:
“Then I’ll go for a walk around the area and see what I can eat.”
There are wild vegetables in the back mountain, but the spiritual energy was generated early, and now he is a bit old. Song Tan opened his mouth to remind him, but after thinking about it, he realized that he couldn't cook, so he should leave professional matters to professionals.
So while helping to pack and weigh the hundreds of kilograms of bamboo shoots dug out yesterday, I also greeted Qiaoqiao: "I watched a few more episodes of cartoons yesterday. I have to work more and perform well today."
Qiaoqiao is shaking her head and singing to the climax——
"...A new storm has emerged, how can we stand still...I will come to you!"
After he hummed this string of lyrics, he nodded heavily and picked up the topic: "Okay."
Song Tan:…
You sang for more than a minute before answering. How is your sincerity there?
Zhang Yanping on the side had eaten a little too much in the morning and was walking in the yard with a full belly. He was teasing three little native dogs with his feet. Not to mention how harmonious he was.
Song Tan thought for a moment: "Brother Yan Ping, there hasn't been much work lately. Do you want to go home?"
Originally, I wanted to help someone with labor reform (cheating them into labor), but I didn’t expect that Zhang Yanping had a lot of connections and could help a lot.
How embarrassing it would be to leave others to do farm work now!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yanping waved his hands repeatedly as if being pricked by a needle: "No, no, no, I will take root in the countryside and contribute to rural construction!"
Is it just a contribution like walking around after eating every day?
Song Tan expressed doubts.
However, Zhang Yanping’s cell phone dinged, and he opened it. The loud voice from his mother Wu Fang echoed throughout the yard:
"Yan Ping! When is the civil service exam this year? I heard people say that you need to take a training class. Ask around. If not, go back to the city and sign up for a class!"
Zhang Yanping replied without hesitation:
"No, Mom, I can also review at my aunt's place. I can take root in the countryside and learn to strengthen my country, which will be beneficial to the interview."
Thankfully Ulan had already walked a long way with the basket, otherwise she would never have been able to lie like this openly - still take root in the countryside and learn to strengthen the country? He is not as good as Qiao Qiao in farming!
However, even though Brother Yanping keeps yelling about not working every day, when it comes time to help, he doesn't have much time to spare.
I don’t want to go back to study. I really don’t know how he passed the 211 exam before.
That is to say, isn’t there a little fun in learning?
She moved the bamboo shoots into the car and planned to leave after Qiaoqiao finished washing the dishes. The seventh cousin looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help but nod: "The trees and vegetables you planted yesterday were good and the season was good."
As the saying goes, "If you plant melons in the wake of the sting of insects, they will not produce empty flowers. If you sow melons during the Qingming Festival, they will be loaded and hauled."
After the seventh cousin muttered, he still felt dissatisfied:
“I think you still have some space at the base of the wall. Why don’t you plant some pumpkins? When they bloom, I’ll fry pumpkin flowers for you to eat.”
Isn’t this simple?
Song Tan immediately agreed: "You can plant it not only in front of and behind the house, but also on the slopes of the edges of the fields. I'll tell my dad later."
Cousin Seven nodded, remembering his pitiful past of struggling to grow cabbage in the cracks of bricks, and then looking at the huge basket in his hand, he was filled with pride—
“Who is that? Young man Yanping, let’s go find some food together.”
“Are you still picking up the Sophora japonica flowers?”
Zhang Yanping is in high spirits.
The seventh cousin snorted: "No matter how good the food is, you can't eat it every day. It's just a taste. I'm going to find something different."
He has been rushing back and forth to this village in recent years, and has rarely visited this leisurely. Now he and Grandma Qi are pointing at the various fields and mountains, and they have a lifetime of memories here.
When passing by the bamboo forest, I sighed: "This bamboo is growing vigorously. No wonder the bamboo shoots tasted so good yesterday."
However, he ate it yesterday and he didn’t plan to dig it again today, so he continued to move forward.
When he heard the buzzing sound of bees from the earth embankment bordering the bamboo forest and the pond, his eyes lit up——
“The soup in the morning is milkvetch rice soup, and at noon let’s use rapeseed flowers. Then each person will have a bowl of poached eggs with rapeseed flowers. You can also mix it with wild onions for cold dishes and eat it with rice—”
Since Zhang Yanping returned to his hometown, he has tried various ways of eating everything, which is not surprising at all.
When I heard the menu, I walked directly into the sparse rapeseed flowers and clicked them mercilessly...
Anyway, it’s not poetic at all.
Fortunately, as the seventh cousin, as a chef, he only looked at things to see if they tasted good, and he didn’t make any comments about his rough hands.
Looking down again, there was still a layer of mint growing on the edge. He frowned, feeling a little distressed:
“It would be fine if I had some chicken blood and mint soup at noon…”
Shock some melon, do not open the empty flowers.
During the Qingming Festival, melons are planted and ships are loaded and hauled.
The vernal equinox is early and the Grain Rain is late.
It’s the right time to plant potatoes during the Qingming Festival.
If you want to plant green beans, don’t do it after the Qingming Festival.
To remove the heat, move the cabbage.
In ten years we have been inseparable.
White dew grows onions, cold dew grows garlic.
Sow at the autumn equinox and cover at the beginning of winter.
Eat spinach during the Qingming Festival next year.
Plant green onions at the autumn equinox and use calcium fertilizer at the beginning of winter.
Harvest radishes during the winter solstice, and harvest cabbages during light snowfall.
Pull vegetables quickly at the beginning of winter! Don't get hurt.
There will be more later.
(End of this chapter)