Chapter 122 Picking Persimmons and Cooking Taro Rice

The persimmon trees were not planted very high. I planted two trees on a small piece of extra soil slope. They didn't look very big at all, so they were not planted for a long time.

But there are quite a lot of persimmons growing on them. They are as big as a fist and are hanging all over the branches. Some of them are slightly red. It seems that they have been fertilized and managed well.

Ye Yaodong raised his head and looked up, "There are so many, how can this small sack be filled with them?"

"That's enough. These can be hung on the trees for a few more days. If you pick too many at once, they will be overripe and will go bad if you don't eat them all. These fruits here are not valuable, and persimmons are easily crushed when they are ripe. , not easy to sell.”

"In previous years, we mostly picked them and dried them for cakes. We can also sell them for some money, or we pickled them to make crispy persimmons. Adults and children at home also like to eat pickled persimmons."

"The typhoon killed a lot of them in the past two days, otherwise there will be more. Let's pick some today and pickle them. When you leave the day after tomorrow, I will let you take them back. Then I will get up early to pick some raw ones for you to take back. No matter It doesn’t matter if you use soft persimmons or sun-dried persimmon cakes.”

My father-in-law is so thoughtful!

The persimmon cakes are good and can be taken out to sea as a snack. Ye Yaodong also likes pickled persimmons. No one in his village knows how to make them. They just pick them and ripen them into soft persimmons. His father-in-law is the only one who pickles them, and he often gives them to them in previous years.

"We don't need much, just bring a few pounds."

"It's okay to pick more. It doesn't cost anything. We can't even eat it all. Not many people want to give it away. The whole village grows it."

"Haha, pick first, first pick, these little bastards are already jumping up and down to climb the tree." Ye Yaodong hurried over and took his eldest son down from the tree. "He will fall. Just wait under the tree. I’ll throw it down for you to pick up later.”

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As he said that, he climbed up the tree neatly. He hadn't climbed a tree in decades, and his skills were still familiar.

He stood firmly on the tree trunk, broke off a branch, picked the persimmons, and carefully threw them at his son's feet.

"Ah? Dad, it broke!"

"Cracked?"

He was very careful, but it even cracked.

"Then I'll lower it a little later and throw it into the grass."

He picked three more at once and put them in the palm of his hand. Then he squatted down, lowered his center of gravity, and gently threw them into the grass.

"It's not broken now!"

"Well."

Father Lin stood under the tree and picked it. After picking it, he handed it to several children and asked them to put it into sacks, while his two uncles ran to another tree to pick it.

The three little kids were like hard-working bees, running around as porters and having so much fun that their faces turned red as they ran.

But at some point, the ground was covered with persimmons but no one had picked them up. Father Lin also threw all the persimmons he picked on the ground temporarily.

Ye Yaodong stood on the tree and looked around, only to realize that Ye Chenghu ran to the grapefruit tree next to him at some point and swung a branch with grapefruit on it.

This bastard!

"Ye Chenghu, come back to work quickly. Why are you running there?"

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"Oh, here it comes."

He trotted over again and accidentally slipped while stepping on the dirt slope. He lay on the dirt slope and ate a mouthful of dirt.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

"Hahaha~ My cousin is an idiot~"

"You are the idiots, I was just careless, bah bah~"

"You are an idiot!"

The three children were childishly scolding each other, but Ye Yaodong didn't bother to care about them and just didn't run around.

He bent down the branches and picked all the branches he could reach. For other high places that were out of reach, he could only rely on his uncle's long hook.

He jumped down and picked up the persimmons all over the ground into the sack first. After picking it up, it looked like there was half a sack.

"How many have you picked there? There is half a bag here. Don't pick too much and not enough."

The two brothers-in-law also stopped when they heard this. After putting in all the persimmons they picked, they were almost seven or eight full, so everyone stopped immediately.

To avoid picking too much and making it difficult to tie the rope.

Several children felt that they had unfinished business. Seeing that Ye Chenghu was about to go back, he said reluctantly: "We have only been out for a while, are we going back? Why don't we play for a while longer? When can we come back to pick again? Can we?" Are you going to pick the grapefruit over there? I want to eat grapefruit!"

"As long as you can get up the day after tomorrow, I will take you to pick them again. The grapefruits are not ripe yet, so it will be next month."

"Oh yeah yeah~ I'm sure I can get up! Then we'll come back the day after tomorrow."

Ye Chenghu happily jumped off the slope without fear of falling!

The other two boys also followed the same example, jumping down one after another, and it was too late to stop them.

"Grandpa, dad, we are coming to pick them the day after tomorrow."

"We'll talk about it later when you both get up."

Father Lin tied up the sack with a rope and was about to carry it himself, but was stopped by Ye Yaodong. He lifted the sack and tested the weight. He originally wanted to help carry it.

As a result, my uncle snatched it away and put it on his shoulders without any explanation, "This one still has some weight, I'll do it."

Ye Yaodong had no choice but to follow behind and look at Ye Chenghu to prevent him from disappearing while walking.

But no one noticed, and he ran to a vegetable field at the foot of the mountain where a few rows of ear beans were planted, and grabbed a large handful of ear beans.

Children are mean!

If this was his own village, Ye Yaodong might be able to provide cover for his son, but this was his father-in-law's family, so it was hard to be embarrassed and embarrassed here.

He quickly stopped his headache and said, "Don't hold back on other people's beans. If you are caught later, you will be beaten!"

"Isn't it from grandpa's house?"

"My grandpa planted them. You can pick them as you like. After you pick them, you can cook taro rice at night. I planted some taros at the back door of my house. I will hoe them when I get home." Lin's father said with a smile. It is rare for his son-in-law to come to his house, so he must treat him well.

"Ouch~ I want to eat taro rice. I like to eat taro rice the most."

Taro rice is also called salty rice locally!

On September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival, their custom here is to have a picnic and cook taro rice. Now it’s not far away. When we go back, we can cut some pork belly and cook taro rice.

Usually, we eat shredded sweet potato porridge every day, and we can only eat it once during the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th, so now we eat it in advance.

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As soon as the other two children heard that they could pick the taro rice and cook it, they rushed forward in a hurry, for fear of falling behind.

"My family, you pick less, I want to pick more."

"My grandpa planted it, not you. There are so many. You pick yours, and I pick mine..."

"That's from our family too!"

"It belongs to my grandpa!"

"You are not from our family..."

"Yes... you can only pick a little. My grandfather, my father and my second uncle grew the beans. It has nothing to do with you..."

When the three boys picked beans, they had uneven division of labor and even started to quarrel. Despite their young age, they were all very organized.

Ye Chenghu was so angry that he stopped picking after being squeezed by his two cousins. Looking at the Chinese cabbage growing in the vegetable field next to him, he simply put the ear beans on the ground and ran to pull the Chinese cabbage.

But Chinese cabbage is so easy to pull out. Everyone has always used a knife to chop at the root. He was still holding a Chinese cabbage and pulled it out with all his strength. It's kind of funny, but it's not like pulling a carrot.

The other two boys followed suit, but all three of them used too much force and fell to the ground.

Several adults quickly stepped forward to pick them up and patted the soil on their bodies. When they saw that they were still trying to pull them out before they had enough fun, they quickly stopped them. You can play with it, but you can't waste it. This is enough to last two days, and you can't serve cabbage for every meal.

Then they pouted and turned back three times while holding the cabbage.

"Grandpa, do you have anything else planted at home? Do you need to pick it?" After finishing speaking, Father Lin added, without waiting for a reply, "Dad, grandpa's fruit mountain is so fun, let's pick it again tomorrow?"

Ye Yaodong patted the back of his head and took the cabbage in his hand. "I have nothing to pick for you. I will pick some persimmons the day after tomorrow and go back."

Father Lin's smile narrowed the wrinkles at the end of his eyes, "You haven't picked enough yet? Then you might as well stay here for a few months, and I will take you up the mountain every day. If you want to pick it tomorrow, I will take you to pick pumpkins. Artemisia, by the way, pick some more sweet potato leaves and bring them back to feed the pigs."

"Okay, okay~ Yeah, yeah, we'll have some more fun tomorrow~" Ye Chenghu jumped three feet high in excitement.

"I went back and got all dirty from playing. It's time for your mother to scold you when you go back."

"I can say that it was my father who took me to play! Just let mother scold you. What do I, a child, know?"

My father-in-law and brothers-in-law all laughed, "You're quite clever."

Ye Yaodong rolled his eyes. He didn't even know that his eldest son seemed to be quite smart, right? He also knows how to let him take the blame and talk in a certain way.

"Believe it or not, your mother didn't beat you up. I'll beat you up first? Go home honestly. If you get involved with a womanizer, take off your pants first and give her a good beating."

"Slightly, slightly, slightly~"

Ye Chenghu was not afraid at all, and even made a face and ran forward.

Lin's father hurriedly chased after him, fearing that the child would run away and fall, as the elderly were all relatives from another generation.

There were many people and strength, so it didn't take long on the mountain. However, it was quite late when they went there. By the time they returned to Lin's father's house, it was already past four o'clock, and Lin's mother had already started busy with dinner.

There are many guests at home, so we must prepare well. For this reason, Mother Lin even killed a chicken.

When they came back, she was shedding chicken feathers, and Lin Xiuqing and her two sisters-in-law were also helping to pick vegetables and wash taro.

Originally, she planned to boil the taro directly, peel it and dip it in fish sauce to eat, but when she saw them coming back from picking the ear beans, Mother Lin immediately changed her mind. She had just gone to the village to buy a leftover pork belly from Sha Zhubin.

Taro rice is also their local specialty. Cut the pork belly into small thin strips, add some minced ginger and stir-fry the oil in the pan, then add the taro and ear beans cut into small pieces and stir-fry, then add some shrimp and add To taste, put the washed rice, stir-fry and add water to cover the ingredients, and then wait until it is cooked.

Super fragrant!

You can also add some scallops, oysters, etc. depending on the situation.

When Ye Yaodong had nothing to do, he sat at the door and chatted with neighbors and his father-in-law's family. He asked about the autumn harvest some time ago and how many fruit trees were planted this year...

As I spoke, I smelled the aroma of taro rice in the room...

Return to the small fishing village of 1982.

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