Because of the situation in the south, Song Qiu discussed with Lao Yuan on the Lantern Festival not to go to the county town. On that day, he would just go to the town to visit the town's lantern festival.
When things get settled, you can go to the county town for Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and so on.
In short, the county seat is right there and there is no way to escape.
So Song Qiu had some free time for the time being, so he was busy making salted vegetables.
Mrs. Yuan didn't know what she was going to do with the vegetables in the garden, but fortunately she was used to it, and she had seen her granddaughter make the same food, and she happily followed her.
Two rows of vegetables were pulled out by the roots and piled up in the yard. Old Yuan was pulling out the leaves and preparing to feed the chickens. He looked at Song Qiu and asked, "Ah Qiu, how do you make these salted vegetables?"
Aling, whose shoulder injury was not yet healed, lay in bed for two days and couldn't sit still. He moved a small bench and sat aside to watch, a little eager to try, "Listen to the name, salt vegetables and salt vegetables, you have to use salt."
Come and do it?”
Old Yuan listened and said, "Oh, how much salt do you need for so many vegetables?"
Song Qiu Ma smoothly pulled up the leaves and piled the cabbage heads together. He did not put the pulled leaves randomly, but also piled them together properly. Hearing this, he said: "You need to use a lot of salt, left and right milk."
Just watch, this salt dish will definitely be worth the salt! Then I will make a roasted white dish for you, I’m sure you like it!"
"That's right. You made so much food, it's all good." Old Yuan smiled when he heard this, and when he saw Song Qiu piling up the leaves, he also piled them over.
The Zhang family also had a lot of food. Seeing that Song Qiu was busy with what to eat, Miao couldn't help but come over and ask.
Although this salted vegetable can be stored for a long time and is still a delicious dish when it is not picked up, it will not taste good if there is less oil in it.
It also requires a lot of salt to make, and most people are reluctant to use oil like that.
Song Qiu just said how to do it. If you want to do it, you can follow it. She taught her casually. As for whether you do it or not, it's up to you.
If she doesn't cook it at home, she will probably bring some vegetables back when the time comes, or sell them to her.
When Miao heard that it was troublesome and expensive to make salted vegetables, he immediately said that he would keep it until Song Qiu came to harvest it. At least it was an income.
Song Qiu planned to make more salted vegetables this season, otherwise it would be easier to wait for next year's vegetables.
This dish is available in almost every household, so she doesn't have to worry about not being able to get it, so she can just make it.
After plucking all the leaves, I took out the bamboo pole and laid it on top to dry in the sun.
As for the cabbage heads, pull off all the cabbage sticks one by one and spread them out on a bamboo stand to dry first.
Song Qiu took the kitchen knife and started peeling the remaining cabbage.
Old Yuan was also familiar with peeling the skin, so he started peeling it off as soon as he saw it.
After peeling one piece, Song Qiu cut it on the cutting board in front of his legs, cut it into pieces, and scraped them into the wooden basin at the bottom.
"It's the same as making dried radish. You just peel and cut the tops of the vegetable. You don't need to press the water with anything. You can just spread it on the bamboo slats to dry. The sun has been good these days, so let's dry it continuously.
A few days in the sun, let it dry first and then do the rest."
This job is simple and quick to get started, but in one afternoon, the grandfather and grandson cut up all the vegetables at home.
Because I used to make starch to dry radishes before, the most indispensable thing at home is bamboo rafts.
We couldn't place it in the yard, so we set it up outside on the beach, where the sun could shine.
The piles of vegetable slices were spread out thinly, and a lot of bamboo slices were dried, making it look a bit rough.
Old Mrs. Deng and Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Wang came over to visit and talk to old Mrs. Yuan. Looking at this, they were at least curious and asked a few questions.
When I hear that Song Qiu is going to make some new food, I'd better use the vegetables here to make some salty vegetables. When the time comes, I'll put them in a jar and preserve them well. They can last for a year or two. If there is no food to eat, this
But it’s just a dish.
And when they heard that Song Qiu could teach everyone how to do whatever they wanted, Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Wang were a little excited.
Although you can sell the vegetables to Song Qiu to get some money, since the salted vegetables can be stored, it is not impossible to make some at home and keep them.
Even if they spend a little more salt and oil and do less, their family can still afford it.
At that moment, the two of them asked Song Qiu what to do. Song Qiu told him one by one, and the two of them quickly went back to gather vegetables.
Now everyone in the village knows about it.
Some are waiting for Song Qiu to come to harvest, and some are pulling out some vegetables and preparing as much as they can and leaving them aside.
In short, the village was bustling again.
While waiting for the vegetable slices to dry in the sun, Song Qiu was not in a hurry to continue collecting the vegetables. When he met Yuan Hua at the inn, he told him about the salted vegetables and whether the Yuan family would follow suit or sell them to her.
, all is fine, good to have a plan.
Dessert shops have opened in the town, and business is good every day. After all, the south is not peaceful, and most people don't dare to spend it casually if they have spare money.
As for the inn, there are not many caravans and cargo companies going to Lingnan Pass, and the business has also been a lot deserted.
Every day, I only cater to some travelers taking short distances and caravans going to Xiangzhou Prefecture. It’s not considered busy, it’s just barely making ends meet.
The income is naturally not as good as it was a year ago, but Song Qiu doesn't have to worry about it. Apart from the capital, it is enough to maintain the daily expenses of a group of people without losing money.
It's better than closing down.
The advantage of keeping the inn open is that as long as there are people there every day, there will be a lot of gossip.
I heard that many restaurants and inns in the south could no longer be opened and had to close down.
So compared to the hatchback, it's nothing if the business is poor.
Song Qiu came to the inn as usual every day. On the other hand, Aling was young and had good health and recovered quickly, so Old Yuan ignored her and always stared at her.
She took advantage of Song Qiu to go to the inn and old Yuan to visit, so she slipped away to Huang's house.
Huang Dashao and his wife are not at home. After the Chinese New Year, there are many people organizing banquets before the spring rush. Most of the villages in the ten miles and eight villages ask him to host banquets, so the two of them are also very busy.
Mrs. Mo was known to like to be quiet, and she was not in good health. Generally, the villagers would not go to Huang's house to disturb her.
It is even more quiet at the end of the village.
When A Ling got into the Huang family's yard, Mei Fu was busy in the yard next door. He was a little surprised to see her going to the Huang family's house.
Ah Ling did not panic, and greeted Mei Fu, saying, "My sister Ah Qiu asked me to bring some fried brown sugar cakes to Mrs. Mo. Mrs. Mo has bad teeth, so she likes to eat soft ones, right?"
Mei Fu listened and didn't think much about it. Mr. Tang and Mrs. Mo were the oldest and most senior in the village. It was a good thing that these younger generations remembered their two elders in everything!
She watched A Ling get into the house, then lowered her head and continued working.
Here, Aling entered the house and put down the basket in her hand. There was really brown sugar cake in it. She was not telling the same story.
In the room, Mrs. Mo was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She seemed to have expected her to come, so she was not surprised at all.
"The injuries are all healed? You're so careless, why are you running towards me?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
It took me two days to squeeze out a new chapter, but I’ll explain it here so that everyone won’t worry.
First of all, I want to say that I am safe. Mother and son are fine. They have been discharged from the hospital and are currently undergoing confinement at home.
I thought I could do it, but I really overestimated my body. The second section was really painful, and I haven’t recovered much yet. After all, I am younger than I was a few years ago. I have enough breast milk this time, and I have to breastfeed exclusively.
, it’s a bit hard to do it non-stop during the day and night, and if you look at your phone for too long, your eyes will become swollen.
So I'm probably going to break my promise to resume updating after taking a week off. Anyway, I'll try my best to work on it if I can spare some time. If it doesn't work, I'll have to go into confinement. I'm really sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long.