The consequence of the delicious food was that the three of them, Song and Qiu, really ate, rested, and ate again until sunset. After eating the last round, they felt their bulging bellies and walked toward Songshan Village in the sunset.
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Along the way, there were many people from the same village, and everyone was chatting and laughing as we headed home together. We didn’t feel tired even while walking.
Of course they were talking about the flowing water table of the Cheng family, and everyone mentioned it was full of praise.
The old lady, whose mouth was full of oil, could not help but clasping her hands together and praying to God that Landlord Cheng’s mother would live a long life, Landlord Cheng’s grandmother would also live a long life, and Landlord Cheng himself would also live a long life.
age.
If they live a long life, they can eat from the flowing water table many times.
Landlord Cheng's grandmother will be one hundred years old the year after next. On her hundredth birthday, she will definitely have a running water mat.
I just don’t know if Landlord Cheng will have a flowing water mat for his 60th birthday, which will happen in the second half of the year.
As soon as the Cheng family's feast was over, the days began to run faster. Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua went up the mountain to pick up mushrooms and go home to eat and rest. It was almost May in a blink of an eye.
During this period, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua picked up a lot of bamboo shells and put them back. The piles of bamboo shells in the corner of Song Qiu's house made old Yuan's eyelids twitch.
As the Dragon Boat Festival is getting closer, she is really curious about what to eat.
Zongzi?
What is that?
On the night of April 29th, under Old Yuan's curious gaze, Song Qiu soaked half of the 30 kilograms of glutinous rice he bought last time in water. He also soaked a kilogram of red beans and mung beans, and also soaked red dates.
All soaked.
Then use a large wooden basin to soak a handful of bamboo shells in it, and use something to hold it down to prevent the light bamboo shells from floating out and being unable to soak in the water.
After a good sleep, Song Qiu got up early in the morning and was busy taking out the bamboo shells that had softened after soaking all night, and then scrubbed them one by one.
Clean both sides of the brush, especially the bristle side, which needs to be brushed carefully, otherwise the bristles will be dirty and the smooth side is clean, just brush it a little.
Then brush it clean and wash the bamboo shell twice again.
During the process, Lao Yuan saw it clearly and came to help with the cleaning. Although Zhang Lihua, who was next door, bought shares and wanted to do this business with Song Qiu, she couldn't get close because of family reasons.
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You can pick up the bamboo shells for me, but you can’t come over to cook and eat together.
Otherwise, could she tell her family that she would join forces with Song Qiu to start a food business or something like that?
If we were to tell you where the capital came from, it's hard to tell.
It can be said that Song Qiu asked her to do a small job, and she had to pay wages, but the wages were paid, so she might as well just invest in the shares without contributing, and it would be the same if she got a smaller share.
So I could only look at Song Qiu's busy work and went up the mountain by myself with the basket on my back.
The mountain mushrooms were not out of season yet, so she had to continue picking them every day.
Song Qiu and Old Yuan were very busy. Although Old Yuan didn't know what to do, her granddaughter's stall was so big that she still hoped to earn back her capital.
After scrubbing the bamboo shells, put them in a large bamboo basket and place them in the yard to dry in the sun.
Song Qiu then took out the soaked glutinous rice and washed it twice. After washing the mung beans, red beans and red dates in the same way, he started making rice dumplings.
The next door was close enough that one could clearly see the busy people coming and going in the yard. Old Mrs. Deng was curious and came over to ask.
Old Mrs. Yuan only asked what her granddaughter was doing to eat. Old Mrs. Deng listened, laughed a few times, and didn't ask any more questions. Then she realized what was going on and didn't come over to see her again.
There was no need to worry about the next door, and other houses in the village were farther away, so the grandfather and grandson lived quietly in the kitchen house.
Song Qiu selected the dried bamboo shells. The larger bamboo shells were divided into two halves, which could hold two rice dumplings.
In addition, Song Qiu also picked out some very small bamboo shells and placed them aside one by one.
Then, I found two pottery pots, divided the glutinous rice, put red beans and mung beans respectively and mixed thoroughly. There was still a single piece of glutinous rice left, and I made red dates.
After doing this, Song Qiu picked up a piece of mottled bamboo shell and said to Old Yuan who was opposite: "Look at it, I'm going to start wrapping it."
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of bamboo shell, first tore off the edges and put it aside. Then he slowly but neatly rolled up the bamboo shells in his hand, rotated them into the shape of a funnel, and held them in his palm.
"It's like this. First roll the rice dumpling leaves into a funnel, and then you can put the glutinous rice in it."
After showing it to Old Yuan, Song Qiu took a big spoonful of mung bean glutinous rice and put it into the rolled rice dumpling leaves, then pressed it tightly with his hands, then covered his head, tied it tightly, picked up the pieces he had just torn off and put them on the table.
The bamboo rope on one side neatly ties up the wrapped rice dumplings.
In this way, a funnel-shaped triangular rice dumpling with sharp corners is ready.
Old Yuan took it seriously, and she was a woman who often did such kitchen work, so after seeing Song Qiu doing several jobs in a row, she started to get started with some gestures.
Not to mention, the first one that was wrapped was praised by Song Qiu, "You are so skillful, you know how to wrap it after seeing it. You are better at wrapping it than me!"
Old Yuan couldn't smile from ear to ear, but said: "I told lies to fool your grandma without blinking an eye. I'm not as good at wrapping as you. Look at your wrappings, how beautiful each one is, and how dexterous it is."
You are right, you can think of eating like this."
After seeing the rice dumplings wrapped in this package, Old Yuan was really more optimistic about this business. After all, I had never seen food wrapped in bamboo shells like this, and it was strange to be the first one.
As for the taste, although I haven’t tasted it yet, glutinous rice is a good thing. If you make it with red beans and mung beans, it will be delicious.
Song Qiu pursed her lips and smiled, and waited for Old Yuan to wrap a few more. Seeing that she was doing a good job wrapping them, she started to pick up the small bamboo shells she had just picked out to wrap them.
Put a separate piece of glutinous rice inside, then stuff a red date, and press it firmly.
The leaves of the mottled bamboo shell are small, and the rice dumplings made from them are more than half smaller than those made by Xiancai. They are small and delicate and look good.
But Old Yuan couldn't help but said: "Ah Qiu, your bag is so small and can be eaten in one bite. Who would buy it?"
Nowadays, people talk about the benefits. If she were to buy such a small rice dumpling, she would not buy it without eating it.
"Someone will buy it." Song Qiu smiled and bagged out nine of them in a row. All of them were of the same size, not uneven, and looked like the same.
Lao Yuan watched her slickly stringing the nine rice dumplings together and couldn't help but widen her eyes, "So it turns out that nine rice dumplings are sold together? What's the term for selling?
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However, these nine rice dumplings look good, but they are still one bite at a time. People who buy them find it troublesome to peel them again after each bite.