Chapter 953 953 Pickling Radish and Picking Oranges

The most painful form was handed over to the most laid-back Yan Ran, and the old Song family returned to leisure.

At this time, there is really nothing to sell except vegetables from the fields. The only people on the mountain who eat every day are those who pick vegetables. Master Jiang and his wife decorate their own nest. They are happy every day and do not feel deserted at all. .

The daughter-in-law Du Mei is now chatting happily with the old Song family. Seeing that the sun is quite warm today, she came down the mountain early in the morning to help wash the radishes for her seventh cousin Aunt Lianhua.

These were a batch of green-skinned radishes that had just been pulled out in the morning. Not long after she and Aunt Lianhua had washed them, they couldn't help but use their nails to pick out the slightly thick skin, and then "clicked" it.

The thick skin of the radish can be peeled off after digging a little, but this obviously requires the radish itself to gain some energy. The one Du Mei held in her hand was easy to peel, but it tasted a bit spicy.

But... the spicy feeling comes afterward. Now I can’t stop eating it in my mouth. It’s really refreshing! It's watery and crispy, not to mention moisturizing under the warm sunshine of this dry winter day.

However, her stomach wasn't very good either. She had eaten half of it and finally gave it to Master Jiang.

Jiang Xiaokang took it familiarly, chewed it, and paused: "Master Song, let's make some shredded radish for lunch?"

"Okay!" The seventh cousin waved his hand: "Let Qiao Qiao do it. He hasn't exercised in this period and his hands are going to be raw."

"Qiao Qiao cut it?" Du Mei couldn't bear to part with it: "It's so dangerous to cut radishes! How can we let children do it?"

Master Jiang was stunned: "Our daughter is at home, and you ask her to cut potatoes!"

"That's different!" Du Mei said: "Your daughter is not afraid of anything, how can she be troubled by chopping potatoes? But with so many of us eating, Qiao Qiao is so tired!"

There is no one on the mountain recently, so we can't keep Master Jiang and his wife eating in silence, so everyone sits together at noon.

When Qiao Qiao heard that she had a job, she was particularly confident: "Aunt Du, don't be afraid! I chop very slowly! My seventh cousin taught me that when cutting vegetables, my knuckles are pressed against the back of the knife, and my fingers step back after each cut... …Do not worry!"

What he said was very reassuring, so Du Mei didn't say anything.

However, Qiaoqiao came over and looked at the large pot full of radishes, wondering: "Do they all have to be cut into shreds? Then I may not be able to finish them at noon."

"No." The seventh cousin handed him the small pot next to him: "You cut the big radish in this pot, and we plan to use the small ones here to pickle them whole."

Regardless of the size of these green and white-skinned radishes, they can be pickled whole, but they are too big and can easily not be pickled thoroughly. So I went to the field early in the morning to pull some of the same size.

Wash and dry the radishes in the morning, and then they can be pickled directly in the afternoon.

The water from the well was warm when pumped up, not too cold. We used gloves to rub the radishes and successfully washed out a large basin of mud.

This job is quite magical. Even Teacher Tang, who always only talks but does not do anything, can't help but sit there. He also found a pair of gloves and came to work together.

Of course, what she did was not wash the radish, but break the radish leaves from the radish——

That "click" sound is particularly crisp and healing!

When the radish is finally rinsed, the preparation is complete.

Several large pottery jars for pickles have been prepared. The reason why they were delayed was because the peppers in the greenhouse had not grown yet.

Now I have finally matured a bit. Although it is still not enough, I can still get a taste of it.

Thinking of this, the seventh cousin called out again: "Tan Tan, can you take the time to go to the town and buy dozens of kilograms of peppers? All of them are large, small, thin-skinned, and thick-skinned. We can pickle them directly when the time comes."

The smaller ones can only eat the spicier ones, while the larger ones can be eaten by picking up the whole chili pepper. It’s so beautiful!

"Okay!" Song Tan took out his cell phone: "I'll tell you to save some good ones for tomorrow."

And here, the broken radish leaves cannot be wasted. Although it is already long, tall and a bit old, as long as you pick out the old and bad leaves, wash and dry the rest and pickle them with the water along with the radish, the taste will still be good!

There were many people, so the work didn't feel boring. It was done quickly while talking and laughing. But at this moment, a call came from the door:

"Ulan! Ulan!" But it was Li Lanhua calling her:

"I heard that your house has a stone slope? Have you seen the orange trees over there? Are you free after lunch? Let's pick oranges!"

"Ah?" Ulan was stunned: "Where are the orange trees on Shitushipo?"

"Yes!" Li Lanhua was very sure: "Their village is so cute that they grow oranges. Usually, Xiao Sanlun sells their oranges for two yuan a pound."

"Is it sour?" she asked cautiously, because few people in Yunqiao Village seemed to be planting orange trees.

"It's not sour!" Li Lanhua vowed: "Our local oranges have thick skin, but they are quite flavorful. They are just a little sour. You can definitely eat them... Are you going? If you go, I'll call you after lunch. .”

When Wu Lan turned around, she saw that whether it was Aunt Lianhua, Teacher Tang or Du Mei, everyone had bright eyes!

Apparently picking oranges by hand is fun for them.

She responded decisively: "Go! We can finish eating at 12:30, and we will be together then!"

"Okay!" Li Lanhua successfully found a few companions, and she was also very happy now: "You can get a few more big bags, one yuan a pound, our family alone will have to pick thirty or forty pounds."

"Thirty or forty kilograms?!" Wulan was surprised: "Can you finish it all after picking so many?" I'm afraid it might go bad.

However, Li Lanhua is very confident: "Why can't you! Our local oranges are very durable, so they can be picked for the Chinese New Year. Besides, they only cost one yuan per catty, and the sugar oranges during the Chinese New Year cost six or seven yuan!" "

That's true!

It’s only one yuan a pound, so it seems like a big loss if you don’t take advantage of it. Wu Lan also nodded in agreement: “We have a lot of family members, so I will pick more and put them away.”

Song Tan was quite happy to hear that - she would plant orange trees on the mountain next year, but it was obviously not the same market as the one in Shitoupo, so she just wondered:

"Can I make money with this dollar per pound?"

"Hey!" Li Lanhua said casually: "It's not a serious orchard. Even if there is an empty field in front of the house, just spend a small amount of money to plant some orange seedlings - do you think you can make money by raising it in a few years? Yet?"

Then he talked about the specific situation: "This old lady is at home alone, and she can't sell the oranges after picking them. So we just pick them for whoever wants them. It's a dollar cheaper than if they were sold at their door."

Song Tan listened thoughtfully.

But the seventh cousin had an idea: "Pick more and make some rock candy oranges for Qiao Qiao when we get back! In the fall, he wanted to eat hawthorns, but he forgot to buy them."

Update 2, good night! The oranges from the village next to us are at this price, they are quite delicious and they are really durable (I remember I said that)