When her first child came, Song Qiu's subconscious biological clock for getting up early automatically woke her up. Thinking about the important matter of making money, Song Qiu almost turned over and got up without any hesitation as soon as her eyes opened.
Put on your clothes and shoes, get out of bed, open the door and go out, push the door to enter the stove room, sit in front of the stove hole and light the fire, all in one go.
As soon as she lit the fire, Old Yuan from outside also got dressed and came in.
"I'll light the fire, and you'll be in charge of cooking."
Old Yuan took over the task of lighting the fire, and Song Qiu stepped aside. He poured more than half of the water into the big pot and put the big rice dumplings wrapped yesterday in cold water into the pot first.
Then cover it with a bamboo raft and let it cook over high heat until the pot boils. After Song Qiu stirred it once with a large spatula, he asked Old Yuan to stop the high fire and continue cooking over low heat.
In the dead of night, at this point, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, there was not a single human sound, only the chirping of insects and frogs.
The moon is very round tonight and there are many stars. It will definitely be a sunny day tomorrow.
Song Qiu was sitting at the door of the kitchen house, looking at the stars and moon in the sky, while talking to old Yuan.
I went to bed early in the afternoon, so I didn't feel sleepy when I woke up at this time.
I have to say that time is not difficult.
The heat in the pot rushes out of the bamboo cover, emitting a pleasant bamboo fragrance.
Old Yuan took a deep breath and couldn't help but smile: "These rice dumplings smell so delicious when cooked."
Song Qiu opened the bamboo cover again and turned over the rice dumplings in the pot. The boiling water kept surging and bubbling.
After a while, Song Qiu estimated that it was almost done. It was already the ugly moment. This pot of rice dumplings had been boiled for an hour, and the glutinous rice had been soaked overnight. It should be almost ready. If it was cooked again, it would be overcooked.
If it is rotten, it will also affect the taste.
Song Qiu took out all the rice dumplings from the pot and put them into a large wooden basin, and put the water for cooking the rice dumplings into the wooden basin.
Then he washed the pot, added cold water again, put about twenty skewers of small rice dumplings into the pot, covered them with a bamboo cover, and continued cooking.
The small rice dumplings are much smaller, so naturally they don’t need to be cooked as long as the big rice dumplings.
Therefore, before Yinshi arrived, Song Qiu quickly took out all the cooked rice dumplings and put them in a wooden barrel.
On the other side, take out the big rice dumplings that have been soaked in the big wooden tub and put them into another large wooden barrel. They have been soaked in hot water, so the rice dumplings are still hot.
After the two wooden barrels were filled, Song Qiu took a ladle of boiling water from the pot into each bucket. In this way, with the hot water against it, it should still be a little warm when it is sold in the town.
After finishing all this and locking the house and courtyard doors, Old Yuan took Song Qiu with his burden and went down the gentle slope.
Friday Jin was already waiting there. Yesterday we agreed to charter a car, so there was no one else on the cart at the moment.
Seeing his grandfather and grandson arriving, Wu Wujin hurriedly called his aunt, and helped to take the load and move the barrels onto the oxcart.
The wooden barrels were all covered with lids, and in the darkness, he couldn't see what was inside. He could only feel that it was in his hand, and the fragrance emanating from there made him take a deep breath.
"Auntie, what is this? It smells so good!" He couldn't help but say.
Old Yuan looked at Song Qiu. Song Qiu didn't hesitate. He flipped up the bucket and took out a rice dumpling. He handed it to Wu Jin, "This is the food we are going to sell in town today."
, Uncle Wujin, please try it!"
"Don't, don't, don't, I won't taste it. What about you people selling money? It's important to sell it for money." When he heard that he was going to sell food for money, Wu Jin quickly stepped back and got on the bus.
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Old Yuan took the rice dumplings and stuffed them into Wu Wujin's arms, "Why are you being so polite to Auntie? Eat! We are new to the food, so you can help us taste it to see if it tastes good and if we can sell it."
Friday Jin couldn't refuse, and after hearing the offer to help him taste it, he had no choice but to accept it with a smile.
The night was too dark, even if there was a faint moonlight, it was only enough for him to see clearly that there was a sharp object in his hand. No matter how much there was, he would not be able to see clearly.
He tossed and turned for a while, but he didn't understand how to eat such a lump of food, so he just bit it? It didn't look right. This wasn't something edible outside. He couldn't help scratching his head, "Auntie, how do you eat this?"
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Old Yuan was also stunned by the question, and quickly looked at Song Qiu, "Yes, Ah Qiu, how do you eat this?"
Song Qiuzheng turned around and took one, intending to share it with her milk, just to taste it and to cushion her stomach.
When I heard this, I couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, I forgot about this."
As he spoke, he hurriedly untied the rice dumpling strings in his hands and peeled them apart bit by bit, revealing the rice dumplings with mung beans mixed inside.
"Here, this is how you peel it. Do you understand the five pounds?"
This is not difficult, Wu Jin immediately peeled off the rice dumplings.
When the rice dumpling leaves were peeled off, the aroma became even stronger. Wu Jin was indeed hungry. He took a bite and his eyes widened immediately, "It's delicious! Could this glutinous thing be made of glutinous rice?"
Song Qiu also wrapped a rice dumpling in two leaves and handed half of it to Old Yuan. Old Yuan took a bite and couldn't help nodding at the sticky and waxy taste.
Wu Jin also said it was delicious, and she immediately smiled, "It's delicious, it's made of glutinous rice!"
"Glutinous rice is precious. Auntie, how did you think of using glutinous rice to make this food? And what is the shell in this bag? It smells very fragrant. Not to mention, this thing is really delicious."
As Wu Jinjin spoke, he finished a big rice dumpling in a few mouthfuls. He was still a little unfinished. Of course, he knew that people were selling money and eating one was enough, so he didn't show that he still wanted to eat.
Instead, he smashed his mouth and couldn't help but said: "What is this food called? How is it sold?"
Thinking about my wife and children at home, I want them to have a taste of this.
Old Yuan didn't think much about it. He just heard the first person who ate the rice dumplings was full of praise, and his heart was filled with joy. "It's called Zongzi! We plan to sell one like this for three cents."
Three pennies!
Wu Wujin was shocked, but when he thought about the glutinous rice used, it was such a big one, and how it was made, it looked not simple, and it cost only three cents, so it was not expensive.
If you buy three, it will cost you nine cents.
Friday Jin secretly thought, I will buy more goods today and I will buy them if I make money!
He was thinking that he would only get three pennies for this meal, so when he went to the town entrance to pay the fare to the old Yuan family, he refused to accept ten pennies at all, and only seven pennies was enough.
Old Yuan couldn't resist him, but she didn't want him to suffer this disadvantage. After all, she was willing to give him these rice dumplings, so she said: "Ten coins are ten coins. How can we change it after we have agreed? Otherwise, you can eat five kilograms."
If we are sent to the entrance of the market, we will have to walk a little less, just the same."
When Wu Jin heard this, he accepted the ten cents and drove the ox cart to the market. He sent people to the entrance of the market and asked Song Qiu to watch the ox cart for a while while waiting for Lao Yuan.
After paying the stall fee, he helped carry the burden into the market and placed it on the stall that Mr. Yuan had chosen.
Then he came back to replace Song Qiu and drove the ox cart to the dock.