Zhang Yanping has to deal with his own emotional problems, but the winter bamboo shoots of each family need to be sorted by the seventh cousin:
“Single out the ones that are not broken and those with roots - Tantan, find a box for them to put in, and take them with you when you leave.”
“Remember, these winter bamboo shoots can be buried in a pile of sand just like radishes. They can last for a long time.”
"If you don't have a pile of sand, try to get some sand. Find a bucket at home and store it for a long time... If nothing else, at least I can ensure that every meal you eat is fresh."
No matter how long it takes, I don’t believe I can’t eat it quickly when I go home.
Everyone wrote down these words, but Qi Lin shook his head: "I won't take it. I have to change trains when I go home. Because the trains are different, it will delay the whole night, and I have to walk a long way... it's inconvenient."
His home is a standard loess land. Only an old grandfather is still in the village, and the place is poorer than Yunqiao Village because there are few mountain resources.
Let’s not even mention transportation.
So it is indeed quite hard to move winter bamboo shoots around.
On the other hand, Yan Ran, even though she is a girl, her family is in good condition. No matter how much things she carries, it will be harder at the station. When she leaves the station, her family members will come to help her.
Not to mention Tang Xiaodong, although he is a young man from a small town, the transportation in the small town is not bad.
Song Tan couldn't help but get entangled: "I also prepared radish and cabbage for you. If you can't take it with you, it won't be cost-effective to send it by express delivery..."
This is basically the highlight of the year-end award, but it turned out that I couldn’t take it away because of traffic. What a pity.
It was Ulan who asked: "Xiao Qi, your grandpa is getting old. Is it okay to stay alone in your hometown? Otherwise, you can bring him with you next year. Don't you have a dormitory? We can live together."
“Yes, yes, yes.” Song Sancheng also nodded.
Qi Lin is a kid from an ordinary background, but he has no choice. People say that children of poor people have already become masters of their own business, and he is sure-footed in everything he does. He is very much in line with the preferences of the older generation.
Qi Lin shook his head helplessly: "My grandfather has an old idea. Fallen leaves return to their roots and cannot leave their hometown."
I was thinking about learning some cattle-raising skills and going back to teach his grandfather, but the transportation is inconvenient. If the cattle are uncomfortable, his grandfather will get angry and cause something bad, so it is better to maintain the status quo.
In short, it’s difficult.
If it weren't for making money, he might have returned to his hometown to work by now.
But the seventh cousin is older and can sympathize with this idea. At this moment, he is thinking: "Then I will bring you some food back, so that the old man can eat more comfortably at home."
“Tantan, please give me more of the good vegetables prepared by Professor Song. It’s convenient to bring with you so that you can eat at home next year.”
Song Sancheng was still muttering next to him: "I'm going to the warehouse to have a look. I can pack more food that doesn't take up space. It's not easy for the children to go out..."
Qi Lin couldn't help but relax as he listened silently, his eye circles turning slightly red.
After experiencing such a simple atmosphere, how could he stay in the laboratory?
So Zhang Yanping's matters were completely forgotten. After he dressed up carefully and went downstairs, he found that everyone was busy loading things into zip-keeping bags.
So he went over and took a look—
Dried fish pieces, dried small fish, dried shrimps, dried tofu, salted duck eggs, bacon, marinated buns, ground tea leaves, dried shredded radish, dried cowpeas…
It was a mess of bits and pieces. There were only a few pieces of underwear in the large 28-inch suitcase, and the rest was filled to the brim with zip-keeping bags that could no longer hold any more.
Song Tan also emphasized: "This is your year-end bonus, there is nothing else..."
What else do you need if you have all these?
After he took out his backpack and stuffed a bag of black fungus into it, the seventh cousin suddenly thought again:
“Ouch! I said I would make some chili oil for you, but I almost forgot—hurry up, Song Tan, clean up that stone mortar!”
“Qiaoqiao, take out all the dried chili peppers we have!” “Ulan, Ulan—where did you put your gloves and masks?”
As soon as I said this, everyone gasped and salivated.
After all, Lao Song’s chili peppers are paired with Lao Song’s sesame seeds, and several kinds of aniseed ingredients carefully selected and introduced by Professor Song. After masters like Mr. Qi control the heat and oil temperature...
Don’t dare to think, don’t dare to think!
Professor Song was even the first to speak: "Don't use a bottle for me, it's too heavy. Use a plastic bag, put a few more bags in it, and I'll put it in my backpack and carry it back."
Mrs. Tang is also a little eager to try it. Chili oil is really delicious and can treat hemorrhoids...
Alas, an elegant person like her, and someone as old as her and Lao Song, shouldn't have mentioned this. But it’s true…
“How about just two bottles.”
“I just stay at home for 10 days and a half to celebrate the New Year. I keep one bottle for myself and one for my children.”
This chili oil is very spicy, so I don’t need to eat too much per meal. Two large bottles are enough.
but…
The seventh cousin suddenly turned his head: "This chili oil should be kept for a day. When do you want to buy it?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Just...everyone basically has tomorrow, but some are early and some are late, but everyone must go to the station in advance.
In the end, Tang Xiaodong groaned: "I have to bring radishes and cabbage and a lot of things, and I can't fit them in two suitcases...Can I make the red oil today and send it out by express delivery tomorrow after we're all gone?"
It should be able to survive bumps.
The most important thing is that the express delivery fee is also very expensive.
"It just goes well with pork." Yan Ran couldn't agree more - no one is willing to eat the 20 kilograms of pork in the year-end bonus, and they have to take it home.
It’s just that it’s not convenient to pack, so I have to ship it back with ice by Fengfeng Express.
As for the express delivery fee... now I can only pray that Brother Zhang will give me a little more discount for the sake of old customers...
Yan Ran thinks about it and thinks about it. She really wants to drive her car to work after the new year. Otherwise, if she encounters good things later, she won’t be able to rely on express delivery every time!
This year, more chili sauces have been sold, and more chili peppers have been planted. The natural inventory of dried chili peppers is also sufficient. Song Tan was not reluctant to give up, but he gave many instructions:
“Be sure to wear glasses when pounding chili peppers!”
“Also when washing peppers, be sure not to take off your gloves.”
When making chili oil, you need to use bell peppers and wattle sticks because they are very fragrant. But these two are also very spicy in Lao Song's family.
After she finished giving the instructions, she felt that something had been overlooked. Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I saw Zhang Yanping wearing decent clothes...
How are you? It turned out to be such a big deal!
Looking at Xin Jun again, he put down the bamboo shoots in his hand, and then waved to Zhang Yanping:
“It’s not even three o’clock yet, let me give you a few words…”
(End of this chapter)