Author: Mahjong Jun

September 28, Shanqian Village.

As the last batch of mushrooms arrived at the drying site, the work of harvesting mushrooms came to an end.

The warehouse was already full. The warehouse that Zhao Wenmu originally expected to hold 100,000 kilograms of dried mushrooms actually contained only over 80,000 kilograms.

We had to build two new warehouses.

Not only that, Zhao Wenmu’s new home, the Zhao family’s old home, and Zhao Wenguang’s home were all filled with dried mushrooms.

Zhao Xuelei attaches great importance to these dried mushrooms because they are related to the income of Shanqian Village in the coming year.

Only if they are sold successfully and Zhao Wenmu makes money will he continue to harvest mushrooms in the coming year.

Militiamen guard the mushroom warehouse every day.

After all, this thing is dry, lightweight, and must be fireproof and thiefproof.

"Second Uncle, how is the game production on the mountain our village is assigned to?"

Following the county's instructions, the commune has divided the hunting area into various production teams.

Generally, the area assigned to each production team is divided into three parts, and hunting is only allowed in one of the areas each year.

"The mountains between our village and Sanli Village are vast, and the allocated area is large enough, so the output will definitely be no problem!"

When talking about this issue, Zhao Xuelei was also very happy. He could finally put the hunting and buying and selling matters into the open.

In the past, I was always a little on tenterhooks.

"Second uncle, there will always be a day when the output on the mountain is insufficient. It's best to think of a way in advance. Can you try raising some hares and pheasants?"

Zhao Wenmu reminded.

"You mean to raise these game animals just like you raise crabs?"

Zhao Xuelei paid close attention to Zhao Wenmu's crab raising. Many of this boy's practices really made him feel unbelievable, but he always had unexpected results.

"Hare is not easy to raise. It has a bad temper and will starve to death if it doesn't eat what people feed it."

He sighed and said.

"Second uncle, it can be raised after all. The best thing is to raise it from a young age. If you raise it a few more times, it will not be so wild. If it doesn't work, you can still raise it in the mountains. After all, the mountains are our own."

Zhao Wenmu believes that there are always more solutions than difficulties.

"You're right, I'll find someone to try first."

After saying that, Zhao Xuelei left with his hands behind his back.

In less than a year, this kid will be able to educate me, he thought to himself.

Zhao Xuelei was very diligent in his work and soon found several families who were good at raising chickens to experiment with hare and pheasant breeding.

Of course, the production team will give some compensation.

After Qingshan Building Materials Factory, another mountain of Sanshan Group began to slowly step onto the stage of history.

…

Everyone in the Zhao family is finally feeling a lot lighter these days.

Harvesting mushrooms is like a big mountain, pressing down on everyone, causing pain and joy.

The mountain was finally gone for the time being.

So, the whole family came together to help Zhao Wenlin harvest the autumn peaches.

Before going up the mountain, Zhao Wenlin glared.

Liu Xiumei stayed at home obediently and did not go out.

"Okay, big brother, you have revived your husband!"

Zhao Wenmu laughed and teased.

“Low-key and low-key!”

As Zhao Wenlin spoke, he looked back and saw that Liu Xiumei had already returned home, and was relieved.

There are not many autumn peaches, only five or six hundred kilograms in total, and it took a few people a long time to pick them.

There are some that are not very ripe. Zhao Wenlin will pick them by himself in a few days and sell them at the market.

"Brother, sell all these autumn peaches to me!"

The growth cycle of autumn peaches is longer, the temperature difference between day and night is large in autumn, and the sugar content of peaches is higher than that of summer peaches.

But the quality is not as good as Xia Tao, and many of them are cracked.

Zhao Wenmu had other plans for these peaches.

"I'll give it to you if you want it, no money required!"

Zhao Wenlin waved his hand grandly. These peaches were probably worth only forty or fifty yuan, not even half a day's salary for this group of people.

Although everyone came to pick peaches, Zhao Wenmu's salary was still paid.

He was not polite either.

He has given away so many bicycles, watches, etc., what kind of psychological burden would it be to accept these peaches?

Brothers should settle accounts clearly, but they can't do it too carefully.

After returning home, Zhao Wenmu took a small bench and sat in front of the faucet to wash the peaches.

"Brother, what do you want so many peaches for?"

Zhao Jing also sat down and helped him wash the peaches.

"Daughter-in-law, do you want to eat canned yellow peaches?"

Zhao Wenmu asked with a smile. While Zhao Jing was washing the peaches, he simply found a knife and started peeling the peaches.

Recently, he likes to call Zhao Jing wife more and more.

Zhao Jing was still a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything wrong, so she had no choice but to ignore him.

There is no special peeler at the moment, so I just use a knife to peel the hard peach skin. This work is laborious and dangerous, and it is easy to hurt your hands.

But we can't let Zhao Jing come.

Her little hands were injured, but she lost a lot of fun.

Uh, no, her hand was injured, and Zhao Wenmu would feel sorry for her.

"Canned yellow peaches? Is it the same as canned oranges?"

Zhao Wenmu bought some canned oranges in the capital and distributed them to everyone.

Nowadays, canned food is a luxury product, no cheaper than meat, and most people are reluctant to eat it.

"Yes, just like canned oranges."

"Okay, okay!"

Zhao Jing likes the refreshing, cool, sweet and greasy feeling of canned oranges.

Zhao Wenmu cut the peeled peaches into small pieces and removed the peach core.

Then start setting up a pot to boil water.

Then put the peaches into the pot until they were just covered with water.

After the fire comes to a boil, continue to skim off the foam, then add rock sugar and simmer over low heat.

"Daughter-in-law, please taste it, how sweet is it?"

Zhao Wenmu scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Zhao Jing.

"Ah, so sour."

Zhao Wenmu added some rock sugar to it.

Until Zhao Jing said, "Well, it's still a little sour."

"It doesn't matter. After it cools down, the sourness will fade away, and then the sweetness and sourness will be just right."

Zhao Wenmu said with a smile.

He cooked until the peaches began to soften slightly, the soup became thicker, and the aroma of yellow peaches filled the kitchen, then he turned off the fire.

Then I put some in a long bamboo tube and put it in the well water to chill.

Then he took a big pottery pot and roasted it inside and out.

After the remaining peaches have cooled down, pour them into a pot and seal them.

Then the same process is repeated.

Until more than 500 kilograms of autumn peaches were canned.

At night, Zhao Jing held a bamboo tube and ate with gusto. Zhao Wenmu leaned on her and read a novel. Zhao Jing fed him a spoonful of peach meat from time to time.
To be continued...