The Seventh Cousin's timing was just right. It's hot today, and after only a few hours of soaking, the soybeans have already swelled, and are glowing with tenderness in the basin——
Hiss.
Rao is a cook who lacks everything, but when the seventh cousin saw it, he couldn't help but think about the pigs in the back mountain.
How fragrant it will be if the hoof is cooked and stewed with soybeans!
Think about the soybeans in the warehouse again - even though it is only five acres of chestnut orchard interplanted, the yield is really good. Although a group of rice buckets at home consume a lot, plus what was used today, there is still more than a thousand kilograms!
Calculating food and supplies, it will be more than enough to last until the New Year.
In the morning, he and Song Tan discussed it, and surprisingly they used 400 kilograms of soybeans!
If Song Tan hadn't agreed to help, how could he have encouraged Zhang Yanping, who could no longer lift his arms, to wash the soybeans and soak them bit by bit?
After lunch, Aunt Lianhua had just tidied up the kitchen and scrubbed the three large pots and stoves without any grease stains. The seventh cousin came to call for people again with a smile:
"Yan Ping, cook all these beans!"
Song Tan was asked to help with carrying the beans, but Zhang Yanping had to guard the beans alone!
Zhang Yanping was about to cry but had no tears: "Seventh cousin, Dr. Guo said I have to exercise, but he didn't ask you to train me to death! Do you have to cook all these hundreds of kilograms of beans today?"
"What else should we do?"
The seventh cousin was also very helpless: "These beans have been soaked. If you can't finish cooking them today and they sprout tomorrow, don't you have to continue moving the beans?"
He had an expression that said, "Young man, I am doing this for your own good." He looked particularly sincere.
But Zhang Yanping was even more miserable - couldn't he just make a hundred kilograms of soybeans today? He looked really embarrassed dragging these four hundred kilograms of soybeans!
Although it was just dragged from the warehouse to the pool in the yard.
Tantan also helped carry two big bags.
But even if he just washed the black beans and picked out a few bad beans, his Tai Chi water tank skill was almost perfect!
If he had had the ability to stir up trouble when he was a child, he would have gone to Shaolin Martial Arts School instead of 211!
At this moment, he raised his two strong black arms, which were trembling all the time. It was obvious that today's labor force had been squeezed to the end.
Ah this.
Song Tan thought to himself, he is his cousin after all, but he can't take advantage of the situation like this! Didn't Wang Xiaoshun say that? Tomorrow, we will start making watermelon jam on the mountain.
My cousin will use it tomorrow.
She then quickly said: "Oh, Brother Yanping, I didn't even notice you were so tired... Take a rest! I'll cook the beans for lunch!"
Zhang Yanping burst into tears of gratitude.
He really believed that his cousin didn't realize that he was exerting too much force.
Because she is so strong, it's like a top student doesn't understand the hardships of a poor student. A person with strong strength probably doesn't know how difficult it is for a weak person to work, right?
At this moment, my eyes were full of tears: "Tantan..."
Song Tan calmly accepted his gratitude and stood in front of the stove. Under the mild heat created by the free air conditioner and the flame in the kitchen, he put another piece of firewood in.
She thought to herself: How silly...ah no, it's so simple!
What can be so tiring about cooking beans? There is air conditioning but no heat, just watch the fire and stir the beans from time to time.
It also makes it look like you have been working for a few more hours.
If Zhang Yanping really took over this job and went up to the mountain to dry the beans for Master Qian tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to bear it, would she?
After all, it’s not that I exploit my relatives too much, it’s just that my cousin doesn’t live up to expectations!
Alas, it's a pity that there is another cousin who is not on duty.
…
Zhang Yanping had been studying theory at home for several months. At this moment, he had no idea that his cousin was dangerous. At this moment, he took a pleasant nap, and then he felt that he had regained his energy.
By the way, he also competently helped Qiao Qiao look at the live broadcast backstage - Xin Jun took a nap for half an hour in the morning. During this half hour, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped, which can be rewarded...
Why are there still rewards?
He doesn't understand!
What, is it that even a contemporary netizen can’t grasp the current live broadcast ecosystem?
Looking through Qiaoqiao's past live broadcasts, he found that as long as he was "hypnotized", "sleepy" and "asleep" frequently, he would be rewarded a lot. The top three fans on the list were basically related to sleep.
related.
Ah this.
He pondered this in his mind, then stretched himself, looked at the time, and slowly went downstairs.
Qiao Qiao was in class with Xin Jun. Professor Song and his apprentice were said to be revising their papers. Aunt Lianhua had sent her mother-in-law to help weave straw mats, so she didn't have to worry about that. She had nothing to do at noon and turned out another volume.
The new plastic sheet was wiped carefully and spread out in the yard to dry in the sun.
Looking at the other party's slightly dark complexion and the large beads of sweat on his face, Zhang Yanping clicked his tongue and shook his head: It's really hard work to be a diligent person!
Looking further ahead, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng saw that it was not yet time for driving practice. At this moment, the two of them worked together to lift a large dustpan and wipe the cars there.
There are several placed vertically against the wall next to it.
Ulan was still thinking: "I'll finish weaving this straw mat tomorrow and ask our dad to make us some more large and small dustpans, baskets and so on."
"Sure." Song Sancheng nodded: "His straw mat has been sold for two months, and he probably earned a hundred thousand... They are so beautiful!"
Not to mention anything else, the old couple just looked through their coffin books, and they have never saved so much money in their entire lives!
Of course, Tantan earns more, a few hundred thousand.
"Let's see! I'll definitely plant more rushes next year... Let's wait until winter comes. I've probably finished weaving the winter mats, and there's not much work to do. I'll go chop some bamboo and ask my dad to make more for us.
"
Wulan nodded: "You see, Lotus's mother-in-law can do this job. It costs 70 yuan per bed. We also send the tea foam and herbal tea there..."
She calculated the accounts: "Oh! Lotus! Your mother-in-law's braided straw mat costs two thousand yuan a month!"
Little did she know that Lotus smiled brighter than her:
"It's not just that! My mother-in-law has been paralyzed for the past few years. She used to be famous for her dexterity - Uncle Song said she was good at knitting. For 120 per bed, she could knit eight beds a week!"
As for other patterns... Not many of the old people in the village know the word Douda, but the skill of knitting things is really indispensable.
If you think about it this way, Grandma Lianhua can earn 4,000 yuan a month. On the other hand, Lianhua does so much work in a month, and her salary is about the same after the salary increase.
But Lian Hua is obviously very open-minded - the work of weaving straw mats only lasts a few months a year, but she can take care of her mother-in-law for this job. Where can she find it?
Wulan thought about it and gave it to him in advance:
"When the canteen on the mountain is built in the future, you two will still eat with us. Our food will be better!"
