Chapter 18 18. Gathering wild vegetables
After lunch, Song Tan took the basket and planned to dig wild vegetables.
The sky is still gloomy, with a temperature of more than ten degrees. Without the sun, it can’t be called warm. On this day, every household is warming up by the fire at home, and few people go out.
Wu Lan glanced at the big basket she was carrying, and felt sorry for her daughter's hard work during this time: "You don't have to go so early to dig wild vegetables. Go there in the evening to avoid them becoming stale tomorrow. What's more, the weather is not too much, so it's quick to put them away. very."
Song Tan thought of the dense green beside the pond on the sloping ground, and thought that if he had no energy, he really wouldn't need to be so active.
But now she took Qiaoqiao with her: "It's okay, Mom, you can make dumplings first. I feel that today's shepherd's purse is particularly fresh."
Seeing that her daughter insisted on going, Wu Lan did not stop her and just muttered: "They are all the same shepherd's purse. What's the difference between yesterday and today..."
She was sitting by the stove, planning to choose from the shepherd's purse she dug in the morning, but something felt wrong as soon as she took it in her hands -
“Why does this look so good?”
…
Jojo is really a good helper. A basket of vegetables is worth an episode of Peppa Pig. Not long after, he came back with a basket full of shepherd's purse.
Green, tender and delicious, no matter how you look at it, it’s exaggerated.
Song Sancheng was helping to pick vegetables. When he took the basket, he was stunned: "Didn't he say there wasn't much yesterday? How come it's raining so fast?"
This is a big basket, with small shepherd's purse plants densely stacked on top of each other. The basket is piled high and trembling, as if a few will fall down accidentally.
Qiaoqiao didn’t understand this, but was very proud: “There are many, many more—”
He thought to himself: Although my sister is not very good at farming, it doesn’t matter, Qiaoqiao can dig vegetables now!
Qiaoqiao raises her!
With a sudden burst of pride, Peppa Pig didn't care anymore, and went out again with two empty baskets.
At home, Song Sancheng poured out the shepherd's purse and weighed it: "Oh, this must weigh more than ten kilograms!"
Ulan was also surprised, but said: "It just rained, this dish is dripping with water, and there is a little mud on it. It probably only weighs ten kilograms."
That’s not a lot.
This basket weighs ten kilograms, and there is no capital to buy and sell. According to the price of ten yuan per kilogram, it is one hundred yuan.
…
This trip to dig wild vegetables took three hours. When Song Tan came back, it was already past four in the afternoon.
Coincidentally, it started raining again just after I came back.
Family of four can no longer take care of making dumplings, so hurry up and pack the wild vegetables!
This wild vegetable inspired by spiritual energy is crispy and full of appetite just by looking at it. Song Tan couldn't believe that no one would support it for ten yuan a pound, so the profiteer's nature sprouted:
“Mom, pick it up a little bit, rinse it with mud, remove all the roots, and then bundle it with a few straws. A bundle weighs one pound and two taels, so as not to lose the weight tomorrow.”
Ulan had just prepared to pick each one cleanly, thinking that this would probably take a long time.
She didn't expect Song Tan to say this, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Then you can only eat seven or eight taels of this pound, right? Can you still sell it for ten yuan?"
Why not?
Song Tan opened the mobile app and saw that the vegetable delivery company in the local urban area cost 14.8 kilograms of lettuce!
“Wild vegetables! Fresh, fresh wild vegetables with a little soil and moisture. Ten yuan is a bargain, okay?”
“You forgot that the toona in spring last year weighed 561 pounds! They were sold by two.”
That is true.
Ulan thought for a while: "Okay, I don't have much money anyway, so just sell it. Don't panic if you can't sell it all. I'll blanch it, dry it and freeze it in the refrigerator. You can still eat it during the New Year."
Song Sancheng is responsible for cleaning up the mud, Wu Lan is responsible for picking, Song Tan is responsible for weighing, and Qiao Qiao is responsible for tying each pile neatly with long grass. The pile of wild vegetables was not finished until it was completely dark. Weigh again—
嚯!
Malantou, purslane, shepherd's purse, watercress, wild onions, a total of 80 small handfuls, which works out to 100 kilograms!
Song Sancheng immediately changed his mind: "How about renting a car tomorrow? 200 yuan for a round trip is expensive, but they will pick you up at the door. Otherwise, where can I take a car with so many dishes?"
The cost suddenly increased.
Song Tan made a quick decision: "Bao!"
“By the way, Dad, I’ll bring Qiao Qiao with me tomorrow.”
Song Sancheng subconsciously objected: "What are you bringing Qiaoqiao for? You are going to do business, and he will cause trouble..."
However, before she finished speaking, Qiao Qiao protested loudly: "Qiao Qiao is going to sell vegetables!"
“Qiaoqiao, don’t make trouble!”
“Qiaoqiao is going out!”
Wulan thought for a while and sighed: "That's okay. Take him with you. He should also be exposed to unfamiliar environments. Otherwise, he will be in the village every day and there will be no one to play with."
Occasionally I would take him to the city, and I would have to accept other people's scrutiny... Ulan felt sad.
Song Tan pretended not to hear the pain inside.
She had tried it that night when she had spiritual energy. Qiao Qiao...he was not fully developed in the womb. Even if she succeeded in cultivation, there was still nothing she could do.
All I can say is to ensure that he stays in good health and gets sick less often. By the way, exercise more—what happened to the IQ of a six-year-old child? Are there not many six-year-old children who are sensible?
So he patted Qiaoqiao happily at this moment: "Good Qiaoqiao! I knew you were the smartest! You must help me well tomorrow."
Qiaoqiao proudly agreed, loudly.
The family has been struggling for a long time, and now they finally feel hungry, but their backs and backs are sore from picking vegetables. Chef Ulan sighed perfunctorily:
“Okay, I just made the dumplings in the afternoon and haven’t had time to put them in the refrigerator, so let’s eat this.”
Just in time, Song Tan also wanted to taste today’s shepherd’s purse: “Mom, cook more.”
Ulan originally planned to cook something similar to what she had cooked in the morning. When Song Tan said this, she murmured that it was too much for the whole family, so she still cooked an extra bowl.
However, when the dumplings came out of the pan, everyone’s eyes widened as soon as they took the first bite.
Qiaoqiao started to kick her legs: "It's delicious! It's delicious, Mom!"
As he spoke, he grinned because he was burned, but even so he was not willing to spit it out, and still held the bowl firmly:
“The most delicious food in the world!”
Song Sancheng even wolfed down half the bowl in one breath, and then sighed with satisfaction: "That's right, why are these dumplings so delicious today?"
Song Tan even cried with joy: After being back for so many days, she finally had a bite of normal food without impurities today. Oh my god, she can also show off three bowls!
Only Ulan was eating and thinking—
The fillings for the dumplings will be mixed this afternoon as usual!
Is it possible that after a spring rain, shepherd’s purse became so delicious?
She ate it in three or two hurried bites, then put down the bowl, picked a handful of each from the tied wild vegetables, and then went into the kitchen to clean them up again. When she came out with the plate, all the dumplings had been eaten.
Only Song Sancheng looked at her fawningly: "I'm not full either... How about we eat some more?"
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