It was dawn, and when Mrs. Wang got up to change Song Qiu to go to bed, there was no movement in the wing.
Although Song Qiu had been dozing off in front of the stove fire, he was still very sleepy. He went back to the house to catch up on his sleep, fell asleep, and slept until he woke up around 4 o'clock. Hearing from Mrs. Wang, he had just given birth for a while and had been busy all night.
Mrs. Yuan had a bowl of porridge and had just returned to her room to rest.
She went into Old Yuan's house and took a look quietly. Seeing that the person was sleeping deeply, she came out and closed the door before going to the kitchen to work.
This morning, Wang, Zhang Lihua and Aling had almost prepared the ingredients Du Chuanfu had bought.
It’s just that Wang’s skill at filleting fish is not good enough. The fish is already killed and washed, waiting for her.
Song Qiu drank two bowls of porridge to fill his stomach. After asking the guests about their breakfast, he took a knife and started to fillet fish.
Rinse the fish fillets, season them again and set aside for later use.
After finishing this, she has nothing else to do. She just needs to wait for guests to come and start cooking.
Song Qiu wiped his hands on his apron and walked out of the lobby. He heard the young man surnamed Yang talking to Du Chuanfu about his plan to renew his apartment and not leave until he had lived there for a month. He even gave him a lot of money in advance.
, when the payment is not enough, just make up for it.
That ingot of silver, as big as a fist, was worth at least twenty taels. It was enough to live in for a month, no matter what.
Living in four rooms for a month only costs about seven taels of silver, and the rest is enough for food and drink.
Yang Huirong and Du Chuanfu agreed on the marriage extension and turned to go back to the room. When he saw Song Qiu, he thought about it and came up to say hello, saying that it would be troublesome for his wife to eat during the confinement period in the next month.
Song Qiu prepared carefully.
When a woman is in confinement and has to breastfeed her baby, she naturally needs to keep up with the nutrition.
Song Qiu nodded in agreement, indicating that he understood.
Although she has never given birth to a child, and has never made confinement meals, she still knows what kind of soup to make and add milk to nourish the body.
Yang Huirong was also assured of this inn. After staying here for two nights, he could see that the service at this inn was attentive. It was also thanks to the old lady who delivered the baby last night. Otherwise, the attack in the middle of the night would be really troublesome.
I was so frightened that I broke into a cold sweat last night. Fortunately, mother and son were safe.
Now it is not convenient to rush back immediately, so I can only stay here for a month and report the letters back home. There is no need to worry about getting the letters back home.
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The Yuan family's five acres of land are adjacent to each other. They have been planting corn for a season. The corn poles are still standing on the ground and they were confiscated. They plan to dry them in the sun and bundle them back to be used as firewood.
Only half an acre of land was planted in a corner to plant sweet potatoes, and some were planted in the middle of the corn ridges.
Except for Lao Meng and his grandson Yuan Sanping, everyone else at home went into battle.
Sisters Xiang and Yuan Zhizhi and Yuan Meimei were responsible for cutting sweet potatoes, and Yuan Daping was responsible for stacking the cut pieces together and tying them out so that they could be chopped back and fed to the pigs.
Yuan Shuanzi and Yuan Chengcheng wielded hoes and were responsible for digging sweet potatoes at the back.
Yuan Erping followed behind and put the dug out sweet potatoes into the basket.
Their family is not the first to plant sweet potato seeds in the village, but they are the first to start digging them now.
People from the village came over for a walk and saw it, and they had to ask a few more questions.
"I said Shuanzi, these potatoes will be dug a few days late and won't go bad in the ground. Why are they in such a hurry this year?
It just rained yesterday, and although there is sunshine today, I don’t know if it will stay sunny for a few more days. So you have to dig it home and pile it up. If it rains, it won’t dry out, so don’t let it go!"
Dig these sweet potatoes back up, don't wash them, just pile them up and blow them dry, and it won't be a problem until the Chinese New Year.
If it is preserved well, there will still be food to eat next spring.
They usually dig out the sweet potatoes and put them away for a while, and then start preparing to stop eating brown rice, or eat less brown rice and eat more sweet potatoes.
In this way, you can save a lot by eating them one after another until the new year and the beginning of spring.
Yuan Shuanzi dug half a ridge of sweet potatoes, rested his hand, spit and rubbed it on his hands, then swung his hoe down and pulled out a sweet potato as thick as his calf, and continued with a smile: "I planned to do it in a few days.
God will dig more, no, my eldest sister’s house is waiting to harvest these sweet potatoes, so I won’t wait, I will dig them first and pack them up to send them to others.”
When the villagers heard this, they stopped passing by on foot and simply got down to the ground to get closer to Yuan Shuanzi.
"Are you really going to buy it from your eldest sister? Is it Aqiu Yazi who started it?" Last time, they also sold more than 20 kilograms of red pepper.
Seeing that the person was interested as soon as he heard it, Yuan Shuanzi couldn't stop laughing in his heart, but he said on his face: "Isn't that serious? How can my sister's family fool me? My niece said it herself! I want to harvest these sweet potatoes!
It’s of great use!”
It's really time to harvest, and their family has planted an acre of sweet potatoes! Although they are full of sweet potatoes, they still feel uncomfortable after eating them for several months. They even fart and run to the toilet all the time.
If you can sell it and exchange it for brown rice, that would be a great thing.
I just don’t know how to collect this?
The village chief rolled his eyes and laughed, "Shuanzi, we brothers are not outsiders. You have to give me an accurate answer. Is this sweet potato, Aqiu, that girl only from your family or from others?"
Harvest? How much does it cost? My family also has an acre of land, and you know it!"
Yuan Shuanzi followed what Yuan Hua brought back and said: "It is said that it will take a lot of money, but as you know, brother, half an acre of land can feed a family for several months.
No, it’s not cost-effective to sell it, so it depends on the individual. If you’re willing to sell it, give it away. My eldest sister will definitely take it.”
The villagers listened, nodded, and thought so. As for their one acre of land, when they take home the sweet potatoes they grow, sometimes they get more, sometimes they get less, but at least one crop can be grown.
Forty dan, and their family has nine people in total. They can eat half a day and half rest, which is enough to last for half a year. How much food they save.
If the price is low and selling all of it is not enough to exchange for half of the brown rice, then it is really not cost-effective to sell it.
"As for Shuanzi, do you know what the price is? Tell me. I have an idea."
Yuan Shuanzi would rather eat brown rice than those sweet potatoes that always make a fuss. During those few months every year, his family would mix it with a handful of rice and cook it. Just like that, even if he eats it for several months, it would be too much for him.
So no matter how you collect it, he will sell it.
And it was originally sold to my sister’s house, so it’s okay to suffer a loss.
Now Yuan Hua and his wife can get their wages back on time every month by working for A Qiu. They can buy their family two months of food rations. These sweet potatoes are nothing.
But for others, it’s better to speak clearly.
"Aqiu said, these sweet potatoes are not harvested by kilograms like red peppers, but are harvested by stones, fifty cents per stone. If you are willing to sell them, just dig them up, dig up the dirt, and send them to her house!"