Chapter 846 846. Pickled Sweet Potato Vine
In the village, as long as you want to do something, there will always be endless work to do. The only difference is whether you are in a hurry or not, and whether you are tired from work...
No, early in the morning, old men and women who couldn't sleep came to the yard of Lao Song's house wrapped in thin cotton-padded jackets to look for work. Song Youde, who had just moved here a few days ago, had a complicated look on his face: "Hey, are you going to work for 20 yuan for a day?"
“That’s not true!” the old ladies said very freely, “If you don’t give me the 20, how can we not come if you are just looking after us?”
“That’s right! Don’t you mean counting the sorghum? When will you count it?”
with sorghum with sorghum.
Well, when it comes to doing business, it doesn’t matter whether it’s online or offline, it’s hard to get started! They understand!
Wang Lifen just came out of the bathroom and took a hot shower - Tantan's new house is quite comfortable to live in. The bath is not cold at all and there is a ventilation fan and so on. It is much better than in her old house.
It can be seen that it is good to listen to the children's enjoyment when they have nothing to do.
Now his head is covered with a dry hair cap in a decent manner. Because he is getting older and is afraid of the cold, he has wrapped himself in several layers of clothes, so he said:
“The packaging box hasn’t come back yet, and there’s no place to put it even after I counted it!”
By chance, Zhang Yanping came over and said quickly: "I can count! I can count! We have the smallest ziplock bags like this. Let's count them and put them in them first. When the boxes arrive in the afternoon, we can put them in!"
Since starting an online store, I don’t necessarily have everything else at home, but I have this farm tool and packaging of various specifications!
If the warehouse on the mountain hadn't built several larger rooms, this wouldn't be able to fit in!
When there is work to do, everyone moves quickly. There was no need for Song Youde to arrange it. The one who set the table set the table and the one who moved the stools. Wang Lifen also took a few cups of tea leaf water from the hot water bucket on the side. It was so fragrant!
When the pre-frozen fermented glutinous rice is taken out from the fresh-keeping cabinet, the slight foam created by the residual wine liquid and the soft aroma of sorghum wine slowly melt into the aroma of tea, and are almost inaudible.
At the very least, if you don’t get close, the elderly, whose sense of smell is gradually becoming less sensitive, won’t be able to smell too much.
So this early in the morning, the yard of Lao Song’s house became lively again.
Seventh cousin is not idle either, he is taking Qiao Qiao to wash the sweet potato stalks.
Full baskets of sweet potato stalks were poured into the big basin, and the cool water was splashing, washing away the dust that was invisible to the naked eye.
Aunt Lianhua, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, saw that her mother-in-law was also counting sorghum with everyone. She smiled and hurriedly washed it before Qiao Qiao.
The bright red rubber gloves were rubbing the sweet potato stalks inside, making a splashing sound.
While washing, he said, "The water is cold in the morning. Don't touch it, kid."
"Ah?" Qiao Qiao retracted her hand in confusion: "But Teacher Xin said that girls should not be hit by cold water..."
“I’m wearing gloves!”
Aunt Lianhua's movements were particularly neat. She had already washed them once, and was holding the sweet potato stalks with both hands, draining the water and putting them into the dustpan next to her.
It is difficult to describe her feelings for the old Song family in words—
The children said it nicely, but if the women outside their biological father leaked out, they would come forward one after another as if they were boneless. That was really a waste of time, so much so that Aunt Lianhua never thought about it in her life. She asked herself that she was not doting on her children, so how could the children's education be like this?
Because of this, she was also cruel and refused to pay for her children's marriages, so they broke off all contact with her. According to the old saying in the village, if children have children, she, as a mother, should not not give them face in important matters...
Had it not been for the fact that her mother-in-law, who was the only one who was kind to her during that time, became paralyzed and had to be cared for by someone, she really wouldn't have been able to endure it.
Now, the children have started their own families, the husband has not shown up for another year, and she and her mother-in-law have become mother and daughter...
It’s not just words, but her mother-in-law gave her all the wages she earned! Love is in the hands of whoever has the money. She was so moved that she cried several times during the night!
This all started when the old Song family recruited workers. Aunt Lianhua was so eager to do everything for them. If Qiao Qiao didn't want to learn a craft, she wouldn't let her children do the work at all!
She moved quickly, filling several large baskets of sweet potato stalks, and after changing a few more basins of water, she cleaned them thoroughly.
While the sun is not strong in the morning, I just spread it out in the corner and let the morning breeze blow. On the side were cleaned bright red peppers, fat white garlic cloves, and **** that had just been pulled out and cleaned up in the morning.
After putting these things away, she was not idle. She found a kettle specially designed for boiling water, and started boiling water one by one, directly filling a large water storage bucket.
The sun gradually rises, and the temperature remains at a lukewarm ten degrees. Aunt Lianhua was busy in the kitchen, suddenly she was sweating again.
By the time the old men and women at the table had finished packing a bag of fermented glutinous rice, the water in the storage bucket had cooled down, and the raw water on the dustpan had dried.
The next step is the seventh cousin’s education class.
Qiaoqiao took out the large glass jars specially used for pickles that had been washed and dried last night one by one - starting with sour cowpeas, they even had a special room dedicated to storing pickles.
“Cut the **** into slices. It doesn’t need to be too thin—just about this thickness.”
“Look again, is there no water on the jar? Wipe it thoroughly first to be sure, and then spread a layer of chili, **** and garlic.”
At this point, Qiao Qiao suddenly understood: "It seems that pickles all have the same steps!"
Even if some of the ingredients are different, several key points are exactly the same—no oil or raw water. Also, there must be plenty of salt.
Now, before the seventh cousin could say anything else, he had already gone to the warehouse and took out a few packs of salt specially used for pickling vegetables:
“Do you want to pour more?”
Cousin Seventh nodded with satisfaction: "You have also pickled a lot of vegetables, so let's take a guess and pour them out."
This "estimate" is like the "appropriate amount" in all recipes, and it is simply hellish for novices in the kitchen. But for Qiaoqiao, he didn't have so many ideas. He just made an estimate and relied entirely on his feelings.
He opened the bag and sprinkled it in a decent manner. He turned his head and looked at the seventh cousin with bright eyes:
“A layer of salt and a layer of sweet potato stalks, right?”
The seventh cousin pursed his lips, but he couldn't help but became happy: "Yes! That's how you pickle it!"
Looking at the dustpans stacked on the shelves and the large glass jars on the floor, the seventh cousin could not help but feel distressed again: "How can I eat all the food in this winter?"
All the top stories in this book basically end the plot in one or two days. They won’t take any advantage, but they can be used to advance the plot sideways. Don’t be impatient, everyone!
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