Two bowls of rice came out of a large iron can, but there were only two small holes missing, and there was still a lot left.
After dinner, Song Qiu took out the wine rice dumplings he bought last time out of curiosity from Old Yuan.
Old Yuan understood it as soon as he saw the rice dumplings, "Hey, Ah Qiu, are you planning to make glutinous rice dumplings? But how can you make it with this brown rice?"
The Song family had good times in the past. During the Chinese New Year several times, they not only made glutinous rice cakes, but also glutinous rice balls and noodles. Now that they had glutinous rice balls and noodles, it was essential to make fermented glutinous rice, otherwise the glutinous rice balls would not be fragrant.
But glutinous rice is made from glutinous rice.
Just because glutinous rice is more expensive, they are reluctant to eat even brown rice, so making glutinous rice is a wealthy thing.
"It's okay to make it with brown rice, just watch the milk." Song Qiu said.
Although brown rice is not as fragrant as glutinous rice, when she was a child in her previous life, she always ate glutinous rice made from unfinished leftover rice cooked at home, and she felt that it was the most fragrant.
Besides, what she plans to sell is brown rice. The cost is smaller and she can sell it cheaper. Otherwise, if the glutinous rice is too expensive and others don't eat it, everyone will lose.
Just use brown rice, like this.
Song Qiu poured all the rice in the iron pot into a large clean pottery basin, then crushed one and a half wine rice dumplings into it, and spread the rice evenly with his hands, allowing the broken wine rice dumplings to be fully incorporated.
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Finally, press the rice tightly and drill two holes in the middle with your fingers. Then cover the pot tightly with a wooden tie and place it on the side of the stove.
It's summer now, and it's not as cold as winter. You don't need to cover it with cotton wool to generate heat. Just leave it like this. There is heat in the stove for cooking and boiling water, and it can ferment.
It'll be fine in two days at most.
Lao Yuan had never made fermented glutinous rice in the summer. When he made it in the cold winter, it was wrapped tightly with three layers inside and three outside, just like covering up the sweat.
Seeing Song Qiu just put it on the stove, he twitched his lips, are you sure he can make it?
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In the afternoon, Song Qiu went to Liu Caigui's house and saw that in less than a day, they had made two sets of tables and benches. He also admired their actions.
At this rate, she will be able to start selling her stall in less than two days.
When I got home, I took the hatchet and went up the mountain with Zhang Lihua.
"Lihua, I won't chop wood this afternoon. You can chop it yourself. I'll go to Ear Mountain and chop some bamboos back."
Zhang Lihua said as soon as she heard this: "Then I will go to Ershan Mountain. There are many miscellaneous trees in the forest outside. I can just hug some dry branches. I happened to be carrying a basket on my back and hugged the dead trees at the bottom.
If the leaves go back to ignite the fire, it will be a big deal!"
After saying that, the two of them went up the mountain and turned down to Ear Mountain.
After entering Ershan Mountain, the two of them worked separately. Zhang Lihua went to hug her dead branches, while Song Qiu wandered around the bamboo forest with a hatchet to see which bamboo she could chop back to make bamboo cups.
To make a cup out of bamboo, first of all, the bamboo must not be too young and must be a little old, otherwise the bamboo tube will not last long.
She only makes tea for passers-by, and she doesn't know how to do very good craftsmanship, as long as it can be used.
After walking around, Song Qiu finally picked two bamboos, then took the ends of the bamboos and started chopping them.
First cut both bamboos to the ground, and then cut the two most suitable sections from the middle waist down.
Two bamboos had four sections at the waist and were tied with straw ropes. Song Qiu also spent a lot of effort to lift them up.
After going down the mountain, Song Qiu went directly to Liu Caigui's house carrying the bamboo festival.
His family does carpentry work and has all the tools.
Song Qiu did not delay them in making the table, but only borrowed their useless things.
First use a small saw to cut the bamboo joints into one bamboo tube with a base. Then use a small file to make the inside of the bamboo tube smooth and flat. Then, make the base and outside of the bamboo tube smooth and round. Finally, use sandpaper to sand the whole thing.
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When making some small pieces of furniture, you need to use small tools to process the wood. These tools are really easy to use.
The four pieces of bamboo she carried back made about twenty or thirty bamboo cups in the end. Song Qiu estimated that this was enough. She was not using this one-time thing either. She would use it again after washing it.
So he went home with a basket of bamboo cups. After returning home, he boiled hot water, mixed some salt with it, and soaked the bamboo cups in it.
Soak it in this way to remove the smell of bamboo, and then you can use it.
Now everything is ready, just wait for the tables and benches to be ready and go out to the stall.
Song Qiu was not in a hurry. He went to the Changhe River early the next morning and sat in the thatched shed for half the morning, watching the people coming and going and calculating how many people he could pass in a whole morning.
Some passers-by saw a thatched shed here. Although it didn't have benches or tables, they hid in it when they really wanted to rest. After all, it could block the sun.
Song Qiu just sat and watched, looking at the groups of people who came in one after another. They all had water in water bags. They sat on the spot and took it out to quench their thirst.
There were also rough people who were in a hurry, didn't have enough water to drink, and didn't care about anything, so they just took water bags and filled the river with water to drink.
The raw water in the river is no better than the well water at home. If you drink it, you will suffer from diarrhea and dysentery.
But some people are in good health and don't care.
The big man who had just filled his water bag from the river and had drunk enough was about to get on his horse and continue to set off. When he saw the little girl sitting in the thatched hut staring at him, he couldn't help but touch his face, but there was nothing there.
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Curiously, he took two steps this way and said, "Hey, little girl, why are you sitting here with nothing to do? Why are you looking at me all the time? Do I have an extra eye or an extra mouth on my face?"
Song Qiu saw him alone, riding a tall horse. He was dark and handsome, but he didn't look scary.
He said: "Uncle, I see you drank a lot of river water. I am curious if you will have diarrhea?"
When the big man heard this, he raised his head and laughed a few times, and then said in a funny voice: "Grandpa, I have been running around in the rivers and lakes for so many years. I have drank countless tanks of rivers and streams and got diarrhea. That has never happened before."
"I said you, a little girl, are sitting here on the roadside with nothing to do, and you are not afraid that a bad guy will come and kidnap you?"
Song Qiu pointed to the village that could be seen behind the river, "My home is right there. When I call, the villagers can hear me. This official road is filled with passers-by every day. Everyone is busy on their way. How can there be such a place?"
Are you free to do bad things?"
It is true that those who take the official route are those who are in a hurry. Xiaoxiao Zaizhi does not dare to take the official route openly and openly, and does so in a arrogant manner.
The big man's eyes flashed, thinking that he had been chasing for a long time but didn't see anyone. Maybe those people didn't take this official road?
He touched his head and looked at Song Qiu again, "You little girl, you are right. Okay, I'm still in a hurry. I won't tell you more. Come home quickly."
After that, he got on his horse and galloped away neatly and simply.
Song Qiu looked away and saw another motorcade slowly approaching from the north. This official road was really full of people coming and going in an endless stream.
She looked at the bare thatched shack, thought for a while, then walked back to the village with her hands behind her back, and went straight to the village chief's house.