Chapter 846 846 Pickled Sweet Potato Vine

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 Lao Song's yard looking for work, wrapped in thin cotton-padded jackets. 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 in charge of the meal?"

"That's right! Don't you mean counting the sorghum? When will you count it?"

Nowadays, people in the city are also weird. What to buy is not good. When buying sorghum, it depends on the grain... The old Song family said that it is 9.9 with free shipping and does not make money. That is true. I heard that Fengfeng Express is very valuable, so I guess it is just a matter of popularity. …

Alas, when it comes to doing business, it doesn’t matter whether it’s online or offline, it’s hard to kick the first three! They understand!

Wang Lifen had just come out of the bathroom and took a hot bath - Tantan's new house was quite comfortable to live in. The bath was not cold at all and there was a ventilation fan and so on. It was 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 properly covered with a dry hair hat. Because he is getting cold and is afraid of the cold, he has wrapped himself in several layers of clothes. Then he said:

“The packaging box hasn’t come back yet, and there’s no place to put it after I counted it!”

Zhang Yanping happened to come over and said quickly: "I can count! I can count! We have this smallest ziplock bag. Let's count and put it in first, and then put it in when the box arrives in the afternoon!"

Since I started running an online store, I don’t necessarily have everything else at home, but this farm tool and packaging of various specifications are all there!

If the warehouse on the mountain hadn't built several larger rooms, it 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 the table. The person who set the table set the table and the person who moved the stools moved Wang Lifen. She also received 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 was taken out from the fresh-keeping cabinet, the slight foam from the residual wine liquid and the soft aroma of sorghum wine slowly melted into the aroma of tea, making it almost invisible.

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 early this morning, the courtyard of Lao Song's house became lively again.

The seventh cousin is not idle either, he is taking Qiao Qiao to wash the sweet potato stalks.

Whole baskets of sweet potato stalks were poured into the big basin, and the cool water poured over them, 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 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, so don't touch it, kid."

"Ah?" Qiao Qiao retracted her hand in confusion: "But Teacher Xin said that girls should not be iced 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 husband is idle and spends money to hook up with other women. He doesn't even care about his own mother all year round, let alone her.

The children said it nicely, and the women outside their biological father leaked out another piece of shit, and one by one they seemed to have no bones in getting in on it.

That was really a waste of money, 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 her children's education be like this?

For this reason, she was so cruel that she 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...

If it weren't for the fact that her mother-in-law, the only one who was kind to her, became paralyzed during that period and had to be taken care of by someone, she really wouldn't have been able to endure it.

But 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 her salary! 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 really wanted 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 and filled several large baskets of sweet potato stalks. After changing a few more basins of water, she cleaned them thoroughly.

Taking advantage of the low sun in the morning, I just spread out in the corner and let the morning breeze blow. On the side were cleaned bright red peppers, fat white garlic cloves, and ginger that had just been pulled out and cleaned up in the morning.

After putting these things away, she was not idle, found a pot specially used to boil water, and started boiling water one pot after another, 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 bucket was cold and the raw water on the dustpan was drying.

Next is the seventh cousin's education class.

Qiao Qiao took out the large glass jars specially used for pickles that had been washed and dried last night - starting with sour cowpeas, they even had a special room dedicated to storing pickles.

"Cut the ginger into slices. It doesn't need to be too thin - just about this thickness will do."

"Look again, there is no raw water on the jar, right? First wipe it thoroughly to be safe, then put a layer of peppers, ginger and garlic."

At this point, Qiao Qiao suddenly understood: "It seems that the steps for pickling vegetables are the same!"

Even if some ingredients are different, a few key points are indeed the same - no oil, no raw water. Also, there must be more salt.

This time, without waiting for Uncle Qi to say anything, he went to the warehouse and took out a few bags of salt specially used for pickling vegetables:

"Do you want to pour more?"

Uncle Qi nodded with satisfaction: "You have pickled a lot of vegetables, just estimate it."

This "estimate" is like the "appropriate amount" in all recipes. It is a hell for a kitchen novice. But for Qiao Qiao, he doesn't have so many ideas. Just estimate it, completely based on your feelings.

After opening the bag and spreading a layer of sweet potatoes in a proper manner, he turned his head and looked at Uncle Qi with sparkling eyes:

"One layer of salt, one layer of sweet potato stalks, right?"

Uncle Qi pursed his lips, but couldn't help laughing: "Yes! That's how you pickle!"

Looking at the dustpans stacked on the shelves and the large glass jars on the ground, Uncle Qi couldn't help but worry again: "How can I finish eating them this winter!"

All the best products in this book basically finish the plot in one or two days, and will not take any advantage, but are used to push the plot sideways. Don't be impatient!

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