Chapter 753 753. Chestnut stewed chicken
Master Qian really wants to eat sweet potato vines!
He ate this at Song Tan’s house last night.
Song Youliang is an old guy. The older he gets, the more his cooking skills return to nature. Choose tender sweet potato vines and cut them into small pieces, stir-fry them with garlic and chili peppers. It’s refreshing and spicy, not to mention filling up your rice!
As for the old ones, they are not wasted at all. They are all fed to pigs!
Those green vines were chopped into pieces in front of him, as if they were chopping his heart!
How can Master Qian bear it?
He almost yelled that he could pickle sweet potato vines, but that young man named Zhang Yanping was not a good person either. When he heard that the old vines had to be cut into sections and peeled to taste delicious, he immediately said that they did not lack vegetables, only good vegetables. pork.
In short, the final destination of those Fujiko is the pig pen.
Master Qian wanted to let the workers try it so that he could have another meal.
I didn’t expect this group of people…
well!
He sighed, and finally went out for a walk with his hands behind his back. He saw that the radish sprouts nearby had grown as long as the palm of his hand, and he couldn't help but want to eat fried minced pork with radish leaves.
Walking further, I saw that the Chinese cabbage already had several leaves, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like if it was stir-fried.
As we walk a little further, spinach, celery, lettuce, Chinese cabbage...are all getting bigger.
Looking towards the low-lying areas where the temperature is more stable, autumn cowpeas and peppers are already quite large.
“We’ll have to build a greenhouse next month... It’s said to be a new cold-resistant product, but I don’t know if it will work...”
Master Qian stared quietly for a while, and then his mood gradually calmed down. He looked to another place in the distance and saw a strong chestnut tree with leaves with a pale white color on the back that had been turned over by the wind. Heavy thorns were pressed on the branches, and they were about to mature.
There are also golden rice fields further away under the mountains...
Golden color! !
It’s time to harvest the rice! New rice!
His whole body was excited. Now he felt light and healthy, and his steps were nimble. He rushed down the mountain in a short time:
“Song Tan, when will your rice be harvested? Sell me some rice! I want it for myself, not for the restaurant.”
Song Tan was stunned: "Master Qian, we can't sell the rice. There are only two pieces of land in total, and the output is only enough to feed the family."
This is enough, I have to do something else in my daily life. But there's nothing you can do about it, everyone in the family is a loser!
Master Qian's old face fell down and he said pitifully: "My wife is old and weak. She usually likes to drink some white porridge...this rice..."
Song Tan: ...that’s really not the case! Master Qian, you said yesterday that your family members wear high-heeled leather shoes to dance in the square every day!
Even led everyone to do Baduanjin together in the park in the morning!
She smiled helplessly: "Okay, Master Qian... when you leave, I will pack ten kilograms of rice for you alone!"
Seeing what Master Qian was about to say, she quickly stopped him: "If you add more, it will be gone! Ten pounds of rice can last you a long time to make porridge. You can't just eat plain porridge every day, right?"
Master Qian's face was not even red, and he went up the mountain contentedly.
Before leaving, he turned to his seventh cousin and shouted: "Old Song, I see the chestnuts are ripe on the mountain. When are you going to make chestnut stewed chicken?"
The angry seventh cousin yelled at his back: "When you get older, you want to have a face and eat whatever you see. You are still a master, why are you so greedy?!"
"Uh..." Wang Xiaoshun said weakly from the side: "I can peel chestnuts..."
“Eat, eat, eat! A group of talented eaters! Let’s eat at night! Tantan, good chestnuts must be paired with good meat, how about you catch a little rooster and hen from the back mountain?”
It’s when the meat is tender!
Before Song Tan could speak, Qiao Qiao disagreed: "Seventh cousin, why are you like this!"
“Sister said, it costs several yuan to buy a chicken. Now it has eaten so much food from our family. It hasn’t even laid eggs for a few years. How can it just eat it?”
He shook his head and sighed, quite like Ulan sighing at the prodigal son: "Seventh cousin, you really don't know how to do business!"
The seventh cousin was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Qiaoqiao, is it possible that I am a cook?" Qiaoqiao was dumbfounded.
…
But when it comes to rice harvesting…
Ulan also just hung up the phone: "It's still the same, farm machinery harvests 451 acres, we'd better hire someone to do it."
In plain areas, it would cost two to three hundred yuan to harvest one acre, but here they are in a mountainous area.
Moreover, the only one who wants to harvest here is my own family. They opened a machine specifically for these two pieces of land, and the asking price of four hundred and fifty is really not much to say.
But the two pieces of land totaled only three or four acres. Wu Lan thought about it: anyway, the excavators on the mountain are still digging holes for fruit trees. Only when the fruit trees come will the newly returned strong laborers from the village continue to dig holes for planting. Tree…
In this case, it only costs 300 yuan a day, so why not let them help with harvesting? Three people can finish the two fields in less than two days.
The only disagreement now is—
“Didn’t sister say that you can hold a class reunion for me when the rice is harvested again?”
Qiao Qiao looked at Song Tan expectantly.
Song Tan:…
Just... when you are coaxing a child, don’t you just open your mouth and say something?
But... Even if people come now, there is nothing to sell, and the economic benefits are not high!
But Qiaoqiao has been taught so well now, if she doesn’t fulfill it...
Song Tan thought about it for a while and discussed it with him seriously: "It is easy to get hurt if no one is watching when harvesting rice. The last time my sister held a class reunion, everyone was watching from the side, which was very hard."
“Qiao Qiao, I can’t hold a class reunion for you this year when I am harvesting rice, but when I kill the pig before the Chinese New Year, can I invite five to hold a class reunion for you?”
“You can invite them to watch the pig being slaughtered, and you can also ask them to help pull the pig’s legs, and finally you can treat them to eat the slaughtered pig vegetables.”
You can also sell them some large and small bags when you leave... After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and no matter how stingy you are, you have to give up some.
Qiaoqiao thought about it for a while, but she wasn't particularly persistent.
He just emphasized very seriously: "You must invite me when you kill the pig. You can't postpone it to next year."
"Definitely!" Song Tan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ulan was busy replying to everyone’s questions, and he was extremely happy at the moment: “It takes two days to cut rice, and several days to plant fruit trees, and then it’s time to sow winter wheat.”
The land has already been plowed, it just needs to be ridged and sown. The temperature is still a little high these days, and wheat will easily grow too long if planted early. It is more suitable to wait until the end of the month.
Through this calculation, the next half month will be very busy. None of the available labor force in the village will be wasted, and everyone will have an income...
Ulan thought to himself that after working on the farm all his life, it was only this year that he felt there was hope for life.
Ah, thank you Ruthless Demon Cat for the reward.
Let me tell you a very desperate thing. I used to be a night shift fanatic, but at night I became full of passion, inspiration, and my hand speed soared.
Now my mind goes blank at night and I feel sleepy like a dog.
(End of this chapter)