Chapter 468 468 Tender Chestnuts

Chapter 468 468. Tender chestnuts

There is one more thing Zhang Wangjia didn’t say.

He ate and drank at Song Tan’s house every day during this period. Maybe he had enough oil and water, or maybe the food at home was really good, so he accidentally ate a little more...

For rural people, as long as they eat well, they will be healthy sooner or later.

He now feels that his physical condition is much better than in the first half of the year. Apart from other things, it is not so strenuous to carry Wu Lei, a big guy, to move and lift things every day.

At this rate, it is unknown whether he can live another ten or twenty years.

When he can work, he will take care of the peach orchard, and when he can’t work, he will weave straw mats for Song Tan’s family... He really can’t do anything. He has no place to spend money now. He saves his salary and old money and hires someone to serve him...

If he can’t serve well, then he will give up.

Now, as long as he is willing to think freely, Zhang Wangjia feels that there is no more comfortable life.

Therefore, he is more and more free and easy.

Song Tan didn't know that his honest and simple uncle Zhang could think so open-mindedly now.

He just rode on the tricycle at this moment: "Okay, Uncle Zhang, please keep an eye on Wu Lei."

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Wangjia laughed: "It's easier to have a big guy to help than to be alone, and there's even someone to talk to."

...

When Song Tan drove the tricycle to the edge of the chestnut orchard, he heard Song Sancheng sighing inside:

"The soybeans ripened too quickly this year, and I didn't eat edamame many times. I was thinking about eating them with wine."

And Qiao Qiao spread out his palm: "Dad, here, this bean pod is green, it's edamame."

Song Sancheng:...

The ground is full of yellow leaves and bean pods, only this one is green... How can he make a cold dish for this bean pod?

Song Tan walked in and laughed.

"It's okay. I'll plant it in batches next year, divided into early-ripening and late-ripening ones..."

But I'll just eat it myself, not sell it. Fresh edamame still needs someone to pick up, it is not as quick as soybeans.

Look at Song Sancheng, he is busy while cutting soybeans and picking up the fallen pods and exploded beans on the ground.

Song Tan looked at Dabao and Erbao who were excitedly surrounding him:

"Dad, don't pick them up."

"Our beans are delicious, it's a pity to leave them here."

Song Sancheng was reluctant.

"It's okay." Song Tan patted Dabao and Erbao on the head: "With them here, can't you just leave them a snack?"

Needless to say, Song Sancheng felt distressed when he thought of the broken beans scattered on the ground.

But when he thought that Dabao and Erbao would eat them, he was instantly satisfied.

He became happy:

"Okay, our Dabao and Erbao are so obedient, the chestnut orchard looks so good! Eat, eat whatever you want!"

Well, Dabao and Erbao can understand what I say now. When they say eat, the two dogs are energetic. They quickly use their noses to dig around on the ground, and can't wait to find the scattered beans - roll them with their tongues and chew them directly into their stomachs.

Although... this guarding the treasure mountain is so touching that it doesn't taste a single bite.

Song Sancheng obviously praised it.

But Song Tan glanced at the two treasures and thought: They are so skilled in eating, I guess they usually cook for themselves.

As for the instigator...

She looked at Qiao Qiao, who was busy cutting soybeans in front of her and didn't say a word, and smiled helplessly.

……

The family of three grabbed the branches and leaves of the soybean vines with their left hands, and stabbed down with the sickle in their right hands. The soybean stalks were soon filled with a basket, and then poured into the tricycle.

Among them, Song Tan, who was the most efficient, left no grass growing wherever he went. Seeing this, Song Sancheng couldn't help but smack his lips:

"Tan Tan, if you were to do this when I was young, the whole village wouldn't be able to do it as well as you."

"Of course not!" Song Tan also became proud: "Dad, don't you see what kind of genes I inherited?"

For a while, the sound of laughter and the sound of the wind spread far away in the whole forest.

Before leaving, Song Tan also broke off a branch with four or five chestnut bags hanging on it - the branch was too thin and the chestnuts were too heavy, so it was almost hanging down.

By doing this, she was also reducing the burden on the chestnut tree.

And Qiao Qiao took the branch expectantly: "Let's go! Go home and eat chestnuts!"

…

Chestnuts are a plant that looks very defensive, but it is actually very convenient to eat.

For example, there is actually a cross-shaped weak point on the oval chestnut bag. There are no thorns there, but it is protected by the cross-shaped thorns on both sides. When it is ripe, it will explode into four pieces from this cross...

In short, it is still in the state of tender chestnuts. A skilled farmer only needs to step on the other half with one foot, then use scissors to gently insert it along any vertical and horizontal traces, and then break it -

The round chestnut bag is split into two halves, revealing the soft and tender white chestnuts inside.

At this time, the chestnuts are not old yet, so the shell is milky white and very soft. The inner skin is also moist and soft, and it is especially easy to peel.

Put the light yellow chestnut kernel into your mouth, and a snap will reveal a pool of fresh and tender water.

It is sweet and wonderful.

To be honest, it is a hundred times more delicious than mature chestnuts!

There are only a few chestnut bags, with three or four small chestnuts in them. Each person in the family gets two, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. Qiao Qiao looked eagerly in the direction of the chestnut forest:

"I want to eat more..."

"Eat!" Song Tan was particularly straightforward: "Things are planted to be eaten, but these chestnuts are still a little small. In two days, when they grow bigger, it will be more cost-effective to eat them."

"When you feed the dog, pick some and bring them back."

"But..." Qiao Qiao looked at Wu Lan hesitantly: "Didn't mom say that chestnuts can't be eaten before they are ripe? It's a waste."

Wu Lan was also stunned, and then laughed: "You are talking about the old calendar from many years ago. At that time, we relied on chestnuts to make money. If we ate a small chestnut bag, we would have to sell half a pound less at that time. We must be reluctant to do so."

"Now we don't rely on this. If you want to eat, you can eat as much as you want. You can eat all the chestnuts in the mountain."

At that time, before and after the chestnuts matured, we had to go up the mountain every day to watch them, otherwise someone would steal them.

Nowadays, many chestnut forests in the whole village are barren, and whoever wants to eat can pick them.

Times are different!

…

On this side, Song Sancheng spread soybeans on the open space in front of the door. Many of the bean pods have fallen off, but some are still attached to the stems:

"Let's dry them first, and then knock them down later so they're easier to clean up."

The seventh cousin looked at them, then went to look inside to see if there were any green ones, and picked them directly:

"Let's fry some fresh soybeans for lunch."

Qiao Qiao came over and curiously followed him to look around, and it took a long time to get a small basin together.

Unripe soybeans are green when peeled, and then the shells are removed, and the translucent membrane is removed. Put them in a pot and simmer, then stir-fry with some green pepper sauce and minced meat, which has a unique flavor...

This chapter makes up for the update I promised last month but didn't write.

I love tender chestnuts so much!!! But when I was a child, my family rarely let me eat them in order to make money.

There is still a lot to write for the next update, but I can't stay up late now, so...if there is nothing before twelve o'clock, I will continue tomorrow.