Although I watch the food trucks carrying meat up the mountain every day, after eating at Tan Tan’s house for so many months, I know what a good taste is!
If she really had to eat in the mountains, no matter how great the cook was, she would not be able to part with it.
Zhang Yanping walked around and found that everyone had something to do. He seemed out of place, so he took the initiative to find a topic:
"Auntie, where is Tantan?"
Wulan glanced at him: "Tantan is still cooking beans in the kitchen."
Zhang Yanping remembered this and hurried to the kitchen to take a look——
Ouch! In such a big three-pot pot, the beans are boiling full, and they are tumbling one by one with foam.
Looking at the large iron bucket on the side, piles of cooked beans have been taken out - it can be seen that two hundred kilograms of beans need to be cooked several times!
And his good cousin was stirring there with a spoon, and asked the seventh cousin:
"Is this hardness enough?"
The seventh cousin's ruthless iron hand pinched one off the spoon, and it took some strength to crush it - he nodded with satisfaction:
"Let's anneal it and put the lid on the pot. After the previous few barrels are processed, it will be almost covered." The taste will be slightly softer by then, but it still has a slight hardness. When making soy beans, the taste will be very good.
good.
Seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the door, the seventh cousin looked even more kind: "Yanping, how are you resting?"
Zhang Yanping hesitated for a moment - did he say yes or no?
At this moment, he could only smile perfunctorily, and then looked at Song Tan again:
"Tan Tan, haven't you finished all the moxa sticks in the morning? There should be more, right?"
"There should be." Song Tan thought for a while: I made a lot of moxa sticks in the morning, and there were more than fifty moxa sticks in total. Twenty of them were given to Guo Dong to help the villagers with moxibustion at the clinic——
After all, with such a long and thick moxa stick, you can never use up one moxa stick at a time.
The remaining thirty roots are at home, and I learned how to do moxibustion at home...
Zhang Yanping asked her: "I just looked at Qiao Qiao's background data, and the people who have been giving him rewards are all insomniacs."
"I'm thinking, should I let Qiao Qiao start the live broadcast alone? Give two moxa sticks to each of the top three on the list."
He pulled out a screenshot of the backstage and showed it to Song Tan:
"Look, the rewards for each of the top three are more than 5,000 yuan."
And the ID name is also very interesting——
【I really want to sleep for another five hundred years】
[Wake up at five o'clock in the morning on Monday]
[Is it sinful to sleep for three hours?]
hiss……
Even Song Tan, who doesn't need much sleep, felt painful just looking at their IDs.
Then I thought about it and said, "Okay, give each person one as a gift."
In fact, it was too trivial and painful to rub and hammer the moxa, and she was not willing to do it anymore. Therefore, the moxa sticks were very precious.
But then again, there seems to be nothing in the house that is not valuable.
"By the way, ask Dr. Guo where moxibustion can cure insomnia? Let Qiao Qiao hold a simple live broadcast and tell them about moxa sticks as a bonus for fans."
Last time, the MCN organization talked about attracting fans and maintaining fans, giving benefits to fans, etc... which makes sense.
With this thought, she had another idea.
“If we’re going to broadcast gifts at the end of the year, let’s give a pound of our soy beans to the first three people!”
Zhang Yanping:......
How should I put it? That’s generous, but something seems not quite right.
and……
"What's the name of the MCN organization I asked you about last time? Let me look back and see what their anchors are doing? There are quite a few tricks like this. Let's learn from it."
"Indeed." Song Tan agreed: "What he said makes sense."
It's just that the MCN organization, which is used to making big pie, fainted in the toilet.
Zhang Yanping accomplished something again, and he felt at ease - isn't mental work work? He really is not a freeloader!
At this moment, he was very happy: "Then I'll go and ask!"
In this way, it shouldn't appear that I am immobile, right?
Wu Lan, who was placing the dustpan, glanced at him and thought that the young man couldn't hold his breath! No, as soon as Dr. Guo said it in the morning, he had already thought of an excuse to meet him in the afternoon.
But here, Song Tan was about to agree when she saw Wang Xiaoshun coming down the mountain and calling her:
"Song Tan, my master said that he will ask you to buy another two hundred pounds of soybeans tomorrow. He is going to make watermelon jam tomorrow and will eat it in the canteen on the mountain."
How should I put it? Master Qian is here, and he and Qi Cousin have to compete invisibly in everything they do - even if the ingredients are different in nature, they still try to let the other party see their various skills.
The result is that a bunch of losers in the family are so happy!
Wang Xiaoshun followed his seventh cousin and learned a lot about the craftsmanship of wild vegetables. At this time, he was especially considerate when accompanying Master Qian to come up with ideas:
"Don't worry about the watermelon. You can buy it when the soy beans are ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Yanping standing in the corridor, who was obviously idle. He couldn't help but feel happy:
"It's just right, Zhang Yanping, didn't the doctor tell you to move more? Why don't you go to the mountain to help my master tomorrow!"
Zhang Yanping wanted to refuse immediately, but he saw Song Tanzheng looking at him expectantly: "Yes, brother Yanping, there is nothing to do tomorrow, so just go and help me. Two hundred pounds will be much easier than today."
Zhang Yanping: ...Is it too late to say that his arms are still shaking?
Before he could recover from this sadness, Song Tan looked at the seventh cousin again:
"How about we cook another five hundred pounds of beans?"
"Make five hundred catties of pickled beans, and then five hundred catties of watermelon jam."
Cousin Seven did the math: "For five hundred kilograms of soybeans, the amount of soybeans would be about two thousand kilograms. If you make watermelon sauce... it would be almost three thousand kilograms! You have to buy a few more large pottery jars first."
"Buy! I'll buy it early tomorrow morning!" Song Tan was looking forward to it.
Oops, how much should a pound of sauce be sold for? It’s so laborious to make, much more labor-intensive than the simple green pepper beef sauce, and the storage time is so long... Wouldn’t it be too cheap to sell it for 100?
The seventh cousin chuckled: "Why are you so anxious? The dried chili peppers we have at home are just enough to make the sauce this time. Let's make the five hundred kilograms slowly, otherwise the chili peppers and garlic in the field won't be able to catch up."
"Okay!" Song Tan was not in a hurry for this day or two. She just said casually: "Okay, I will ask Brother Yanping to help you later."
Zhang Yanping:......
Doesn't anyone care about me?
Just after finishing five hundred kilograms, another two hundred kilograms were added to the mountain, and the seventh cousin was doing odd jobs every day, so it would definitely fall on him!
He was a little broken and thought:
If you follow this rhythm, wouldn't you have work to do every day? Moving beans, washing beans, cooking beans, drying beans...
It was obviously summer vacation, so why was his life worse than Douzi?