Zhang Yanping has to deal with his own emotional problems, but the winter bamboo shoots of each family need to be sorted by the seventh cousin:
"Single out the ones that are not broken and those with roots - Tantan, find a box for them to put in and take them with you when you leave."
"Remember, these winter bamboo shoots can be buried in a pile of sand just like radishes. They will last for a long time."
"If you don't have a pile of sand, try to get some sand. Find a bucket at home and store it for a long time... If nothing else, at least I can ensure that every meal you eat is fresh."
No matter how long it takes, it’s unnecessary. I don’t believe I can’t eat it quickly when I get home.
Everyone wrote down these words, but Qi Lin shook his head: "I won't take it with me. I have to change trains when I get home. Because the trains are different, it will delay me all night, and I have to walk a long way... No
convenient."
His home is a standard loess land, with only an old grandfather still living in the village. Moreover, the place is poorer than Yunqiao Village because there are few landscape resources.
Not to mention transportation.
Therefore, it is indeed quite hard to move winter bamboo shoots around.
On the other hand, Yan Ran, even though she is a girl, her family is in good condition. No matter how much things she carries, it will be harder at the station. When she leaves the station, her family members will come to help her.
Not to mention Tang Xiaodong, although he is a young man from a small town, the traffic in the small town is not bad.
Song Tan couldn't help but get entangled: "I also prepared radish and cabbage for you. If you can't take it with you, it won't be cost-effective to send it by express delivery..."
This is basically the highlight of the year-end bonus, but it turned out that it couldn’t be taken away due to traffic, what a pity.
Instead, Ulan asked: "Xiao Qi, your grandfather is getting old. Is it okay to stay alone in your hometown? Otherwise, you can bring him with you next year. Don't you have a dormitory? We can live together."
"Yes, yes." Song Sancheng also nodded.
Qi Lin is a kid from an average background, but he has no choice. People say that children of poor people have become masters of their own business early on. He is sure-footed in everything he does, and he is very much in line with the preferences of the older generation.
Qi Lin shook his head helplessly: "My grandfather has old ideas. Fallen leaves return to their roots and cannot leave their hometown."
I was thinking about learning some cattle-raising skills and going back to teach his grandfather, but the transportation is inconvenient. If the cattle are uncomfortable, his grandfather will get angry and cause something bad, so it is better to maintain the status quo.
All in all, it’s difficult.
If it weren't for making money, he might have returned to his hometown to work now.
However, the seventh cousin is older and can sympathize with this idea. At this moment, he is thinking: "Then I will bring you some food back, so that the old man can eat more comfortably at home."
"Tan Tan, please give me more of the good vegetables and other things that Professor Song prepared. It's convenient to bring with you so that you can have something to eat at home next year."
Song Sancheng was still muttering beside him: "I'm going to the warehouse to have a look. I can pack more food that doesn't take up space. It's not easy for the children to go out..."
Qi Lin listened silently, his expression relaxed and his eye circles turned slightly red.
After experiencing such a simple atmosphere, how could he stay in the laboratory?
So Zhang Yanping's affairs were completely forgotten. After he dressed up carefully and went downstairs, he found that everyone was busy loading things into zip-keeping bags.
There were bits and pieces, and there were only a few pieces of underwear in the 28-inch large suitcase, and the rest was stuffed to the brim in zip-keeping bags, which could no longer hold any more.
Song Tan also emphasized: "This is your year-end bonus, there is nothing else..."
What else do you need if you have all these?
Qi Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just felt that his heart was full of emotion.
After he took out his backpack and stuffed a bag of black fungus into it, the seventh cousin suddenly thought about it again:
"Ouch! I said I would make some chili oil for you, but I almost forgot - hurry up, Song Tan, clean up that stone mortar!"
"Qiaoqiao, take out all the dried chili peppers we have!"
"Ulan, Ulan - where did you put those gloves and masks?"
As soon as I said this, everyone sucked and salivated.
After all, Lao Song’s chili peppers are paired with Lao Song’s sesame seeds, and several kinds of aniseed ingredients carefully selected and introduced by Professor Song. After masters like the seventh cousin control the heat and oil temperature...
Don’t dare to think, don’t dare to think!
Professor Song was even the first to speak: "Don't use a bottle for me, it's too heavy. Use a plastic bag and put a few more bags in it. I'll put it in my backpack and carry it back."
Mrs. Tang is also a little eager to try it. Chili oil is really delicious and can treat hemorrhoids...
Alas, someone as elegant as her, and someone as old as her and Lao Song, shouldn't have mentioned this. But it is indeed...
"How about just two bottles?"
"I just stay at home for 10 days and a half to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I keep one bottle for myself and one for my children."
This chili oil is very spicy, so I don’t need to eat too much per meal. Two large bottles are enough.
but……
The seventh cousin suddenly turned his head: "This chili oil should be kept for a day. When do you want to buy it?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Just... everyone is basically scheduled for tomorrow, but there are mornings and evenings, but everyone must go to the station in advance.
In the end, Tang Xiaodong groaned: "I have to bring radishes, cabbage, and a lot of other things, and I can't fit them in two suitcases...Can I make the red oil today and send it out by express delivery tomorrow after we're all gone?"
It should be able to survive bumps.
The important thing is that the express delivery fee is also very expensive.
"It just goes well with pork." Yan Ran couldn't agree more - no one is willing to eat the 20 kilograms of pork in the year-end bonus alone, and they all have to take it home.
It's just not convenient to pack it into boxes, so it has to be shipped back by Fengfeng Express on ice.
As for the express delivery fee... now I can only pray that Brother Zhang will give me a little more discount for the sake of old customers...
After thinking about it, Yan Ran really wants to drive directly to work after the new year, otherwise she will not be able to rely on express delivery when she encounters good things later!
There are more chili sauces sold this year, and more chili peppers are grown. Today’s natural inventory of dried chili peppers is also sufficient. Song Tan was not reluctant to part with it, but he just gave many instructions:
"Be sure to wear glasses when pounding chili peppers!"
"And when washing peppers, never take off your gloves."
When making chili oil, you need to use bell peppers and wattle sticks, because they are very fragrant. But these two are also very spicy in the Lao Song family.
After she finished giving the instructions, she felt that something had been overlooked. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she saw Zhang Yanping wearing decent clothes...
Okay! It turns out it’s such a big deal!
Looking at Xin Jun again, I saw him put down the bamboo shoots in his hand, and then waved to Zhang Yanping:
"It's not even three o'clock yet. Let me give you a few words..."