Vol 311 Chapter 698: 698 is worse than beans

Chapter 698 698. Worse than beans

“Really!” Ulan affirmed!

Aunt Lianhua was overjoyed.

Although I watch the food trucks carrying meat up the mountain every day, after eating at Tantan's house for so many months, I know what a good taste is!

If she really had to eat in the mountains, no matter how great the cook was, she would not be able to part with it.

Zhang Yanping walked around and found that everyone had something to do, and he seemed out of place, so he took the initiative to find a topic:

“Auntie, where is Tantan?”

Ulan glanced at him: "Tantan is still cooking beans in the kitchen."

Zhang Yanping remembered this and hurried to the kitchen to take a look -

嚯! In such a big three-pot pot, the beans are boiling full, and they are rolling one by one and still foaming.

Looking at the large iron bucket on the side, piles of cooked beans have been taken out - it can be seen that two hundred kilograms of beans need to be cooked several times!

His good cousin was stirring it with a spoon, and asked the seventh cousin:

“Is this hardness okay?”

Cousin Seven's ruthless iron hands pinched one off the spoon, and it took some strength to crush it - he nodded with satisfaction:

"Let's anneal it and put the lid on the pot. After the previous few barrels are processed, it will be almost covered." The taste will be slightly softer by then, but it still has a slight hardness. When making soy beans, the taste will be very good. good.

Seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the door, the seventh cousin looked even more kind: "Yanping, how are you resting?"

Zhang Yanping hesitated for a moment—did he say yes or no?

At this moment, he could only smile perfunctorily, and then looked at Song Tan again:

“Tantan, haven’t you finished all the moxa sticks in the morning? There should be more, right?”

"There should be." Song Tan thought for a while: I made a lot of moxa sticks in the morning, and there were more than fifty moxa sticks in total. Twenty of them were given to Guo Dong for moxibustion at the clinic -

After all, with such a long and thick moxa stick, you can never use up one moxa stick at a time.

The remaining thirty roots are at home, and I learned how to do moxibustion at home...

Zhang Yanping asked her: "I just looked at Qiaoqiao's background data, and the people who have been giving him rewards are all insomniacs."

"I'm thinking, should I let Qiao Qiao start the live broadcast alone? Give two moxa sticks to each of the top three on the list."

He pulled out the screenshots from the backstage and showed them to Song Tan:

“Look, the rewards for the top three are more than 5,000 yuan each.”

And the ID name is also very interesting—

【I really want to sleep for another five hundred years】

【Monday sober at five o'clock in the morning】

【Is it sinful to sleep for three hours】

Song Tan, who doesn't need much sleep, feels painful just looking at their IDs.

At this moment I thought about it and said, “Okay, let’s give one to each person.”

It was really a matter of rubbing and hammering with moxa wool. It was too trivial and painful, and she was not willing to do it again. Therefore, moxa sticks are very valuable.

But then again, there seems to be nothing in the house that is not valuable.

"By the way, you ask Dr. Guo, where can moxibustion cure insomnia? Let Qiao Qiao do a simple live broadcast and tell them about moxa sticks as a fan benefit." Last time, the MCN organization talked about sucking powder and solidifying powder, and broadcasting it to fans. Welfare and the like...it makes sense.

“If we give out gifts via live broadcast at the end of the year, let’s give a pound of our soy beans to the first three people!”

Zhang Yanping:…

How to say? It's generous, but something seems not quite right.

and…

“What’s the name of the MCN organization I asked you about last time? Let me look back and see what their anchors do? There are quite a few tricks like this, let’s learn from them.”

"Indeed." Song Tanshen agreed: "What he said makes sense."

  It’s just that the MCN organization, which is used to drawing big cakes, fainted in the toilet.

Zhang Yanping accomplished one more thing, and her heart finally calmed down—isn’t mental work just work? He is really not a freeloader!

At this moment, he was very happy: "Then I'll go and ask!"

This way, it shouldn’t look like you’re immobile, right?

Ulan, who was placing the dustpan, glanced at him and thought that the young man couldn't hold his breath anymore! No, as soon as Dr. Guo said it in the morning, he already thought of an excuse to see someone in the afternoon.

Over here, Song Tan was about to agree when she saw Wang Xiaoshun coming down the mountain and calling her:

“Song Tan, my master said that he will ask you to buy another two hundred kilograms of soybeans tomorrow. He is going to make watermelon jam tomorrow and eat it in the canteen on the mountain.”

How to say? Master Qian is here, and he and Qi Cousin have to compete invisibly in everything they do - even if the ingredients are different in nature, they still try to let the other party see their various skills.

The result is that a bunch of losers in the family are so happy!

Wang Xiaoshun followed his seventh cousin and learned a lot about the craftsmanship of wild vegetables. At this time, he was particularly considerate when accompanying Master Qian to come up with ideas:

“Don’t worry about the watermelon, you can buy it when the soy beans are ready.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Yanping standing in the corridor, who was obviously idle. He couldn't help but feel happy:

“It’s just right, Zhang Yanping, didn’t the doctor tell you to move more? Why don’t you go to the mountain to help my master tomorrow?”

Zhang Yanping wanted to refuse immediately, but he saw Song Tanzheng looking at him expectantly: "Yes, Brother Yanping, there is nothing to do tomorrow, so you can go and help. Two hundred pounds is much easier than today."

Zhang Yanping: ...Is it too late to say that his arms are still shaking now?

Before he could recover from the sadness, Song Tan looked at the seventh cousin again:

“How about we cook another five hundred pounds of beans?”

“Make five hundred catties of soy beans, and then five hundred catties of watermelon jam.”

The seventh cousin did the math: "For five hundred kilograms of soybeans, the amount of soybeans will be about two thousand kilograms. If you make watermelon sauce... it will be almost three thousand kilograms! You have to buy a few more large pottery jars first."

“Buy! I’ll buy it early tomorrow morning!” Song Tan was looking forward to it.

Oops, how much will a pound of sauce cost then? Making this is so labor-intensive, much more labor-intensive than the simple green pepper beef sauce, and the storage time is so long... Is it too cheap to sell it for 100?

The seventh cousin laughed and said, "Why rush? The dried chili peppers we have at home are enough to make the sauce this time. Let's make the five hundred kilograms slowly, otherwise the chili peppers and garlic in the field won't be able to catch up."

“Okay!” Song Tan was not in a hurry for a day or two. She just said casually: “Okay, I’ll ask Brother Yan Ping to help you later.”

Zhang Yanping:…

No one cares about me?

Having just finished five hundred kilograms, another two hundred kilograms were added to the mountain, and the seventh cousin's daily scattered work will definitely fall on him!

He thought a little collapsed:

At this pace, wouldn’t I have work to do every day? Moving beans, washing beans, cooking beans, drying beans...

It's obviously summer vacation, so why is his life worse than Doudou's?

I'm sleepy... I'll make up for it tomorrow. Good night. I slept for nine hours last night (so happy!). If I hadn’t had a cupping in the dog days of summer and had to go to bed early today, I would definitely be able to get better!

(End of this chapter)

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