Chapter 844 844. Mrs. Zhou’s thoughts
Teacher Qiaoqiao irresponsibly broke off the necklaces and hung them one by one on Grandma's head and neck. The gray-haired old lady wearing the necklace was flamboyantly swinging, which was not a big deal in the eyes of the group of old men and women in front of her.
As a little baby, I just love to play like this.
On the other hand, they were sitting together, chatting away. They seemed to be very old, but the movements of their hands were extremely nimble.
The tangled sweet potato vines were quickly torn apart and straightened out. The old men and women could tell at a glance which vines were tender enough to be eaten and which old vines could only be fed to pigs.
After the long vines were picked and thrown aside, they started again with the neat sweet potato stalks in their hands, and neatly pinched off the top leaves.
"Papa, papa, pa", the movement was neat and rhythmic, and it quickly brought the distracted students in the live broadcast studio into rhythm.
Don't tell me, it sounds pretty good when it's stuck.
Only the netizens in the live broadcast room were heartbroken—
【leaf! leaf! 】
【Don't pinch off the leaves, you can still eat them! 】
【Give me the leaves, ah ah ah, I know how to make them, knead them and pickle them to make sour and spicy ones.】
【Picky eater! The anchor family is too picky about food...Why on earth do all the good things go to pigs? 】
【What are you talking about...I already find it incredible when the anchor said eating sweet potato vines, you even want to pinch off the leaves】
【Yes, yes...that's not the case...】
【OOOOOO The child is drooling all over the floor and I haven't bought any pickled sweet potato vines】
【I have sworn to God, I have set three alarm clocks in a row, and decided to go treasure hunting at the vegetable market tomorrow morning! 】
【The food delivery software has been cut from yellow to blue, but no one sells this spicy and sour sweet potato vine! ! 】
【Ah, I’m the only one who can tell when I’m full. Can obsessive-compulsive disorder be cured at the first level? 】
That’s not the case, the sweet potato stalks that have been smoothed out have a similar arc and are placed into a clean basket one by one. Everyone's movements were rhythmic and rhythmic, they were chatting easily in dialect about things they couldn't quite understand, and their hands were moving one by one...
Not only does it cure obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is also quite hypnotic!
Even though the sweet potato vines have piled up a small hill, a bunch of old men and women sat together, and they had already tidied up the place neatly before it got dark.
The neatly packed sweet potato stalks are lying neatly and neatly in the basket with a natural curvature. It is a feast for the eyes!
The picked leaves were not wasted. The old lady with quick hands and feet made a pile in twos and twos, picked up a big tattered cutting board, "Duo Duo Duo" chopped it up and put it in a basket. The basket was handed to Qiaoqiao:
“Be good, use it to feed your chickens, ducks and geese.”
As for those unappreciated sweet potato vines and the old stalks and old leaves on them, they can’t be wasted?
Song Youde found an old man as his partner, and dragged a knife out from the corner - there are so many farm tools in the factory on the mountain!
The two of them took a guillotine one at a time, and they matched it very smoothly. They quickly chopped up a basket of pieces. But this time he didn't hand it to Qiao Qiao, but moved it to the tricycle. Song Youde arranged:
“Give half to our pigs, and half to the cattle and sheep on the riverbank.”
After all, pigs live in pens every day and don’t enjoy eating grass like cattle and sheep on the river beach.
As for the basket of sweet potatoes dug by Qiao Qiao, Zhai Xiaofeng from the canteen has now rubbed them clean with a steel brush. They put the red-skinned ones in a pile and the white-skinned ones in a pile. They also neatly peeled off one for them first. Jojo eats. Qiaoqiao happily took it, and after taking a bite, her eyes lit up. The sound of "clicking" was picked up by the microphone on the collar, and the eyes of netizens in the live broadcast room turned blue when they heard it -
【Ah ah ah ah, I want to eat too! ! 】
【Hey guys, Teacher Qiaoqiao has taught us a new skill. I will open my offer later and there will be another skill in the skill column: Eat Raw Sweet Potatoes】
【I am the only one who discovered that when this sweet potato is planted, not a single bit is wasted from top to bottom! 】
【joke! Didn’t you hear what Teacher Qiaoqiao said? All the weeds removed from the vegetable garden are thrown into the fermentation tank! 】
【The main thing is to use one thing to its fullest extent...this is too much use! 】
But they could only say so much, because the new phone had managed to hold on until this point and finally ran out of battery.
The old men and ladies on the mountain were not idle either. After finishing their work, they went into the kitchen to help Zhai Xiaofeng put away the dishes, tables and chairs. While I was marveling at the disinfection cabinet, I also looked at the shiny stainless steel dinner plates...
Smell the aroma of the big pot dishes carefully cooked by Chef Jiang again—
Oh my God! This is no better than having pickles and noodles at home!
…
However, not everything in the village is so harmonious.
For example, among the old men and ladies invited by the Lao Song family, there is definitely not the notorious Mrs. Zhou.
Why?
Why should other people take money and eat while flattering the old Song family? My unfilial son Zhou Maozhu puts rice and noodles at the door every month and doesn't care about anything...
What did she eat today?
Just stir-fry the old cowpeas, and there will be leftover rice from yesterday to today.
She doesn’t clean up the vegetable patch herself, so she still goes to pick the cowpeas from someone else’s vegetable garden ahead of her!
It's just that the season is wrong. After searching for a long time, I only found this handful. It took a long time to stretch out the old muscles, and two chubby meat worms were pinched out in the middle.
Fortunately, when frying the cowpeas, add half a ladle of water. The cowpeas and rice inside will be well cooked and very fragrant.
As I was eating, I heard an old lady on the street loudly talking about the braised pork belly with winter melon, the roasted loofah and egg drop soup, and the stir-fried pumpkin shreds tonight...
In comparison, the old cowpea in front of Mrs. Zhou is so miserable!
But the big white goose in the old Song family was too fierce. It had been nagging her for several days last time. She didn’t have the guts to bother him again. Now I heard people discussing how to clean up the sweet potato vines on the roadside. The old lady He rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.
Mrs. Zhou then boiled oil and lit a lamp at home until midnight, then quietly went out with a flashlight.
It was dark, and there was a scary big dog in the back mountain. She didn't dare to get out of the woods, so she had to take the main road.
But there is quite a long way to go from the main road to the hillside. Usually the old Song family rides electric bicycles or tricycles, leaving the little old lady panting.
But before I even got there, I heard the sound of someone speaking. Wait and take a closer look -
Hey, there are bright lights on the mountain and there are quite a few people there!
Mrs. Zhou:…? ? ?
No one in the village talked to her, and she had little information. Naturally, she didn’t know that people were still picking vegetables in the mountains at midnight every day!
But it was already midnight, and she was unwilling to leave it like this. She couldn't walk when she went back. The old lady looked at the juicy dishes, not to mention she was greedy.
At this moment, I gritted my teeth and sat on the roadside to wait!
Update 1, do you still remember Mrs. Zhou?
(End of this chapter)