Wang Yanmei looked at the reminder of the arrival of 100,000 yuan in her mobile phone, and she always felt a little unreal. Then she felt a little happy, but more anxious, she had never sold such expensive bayberry.
"Okay, mom will ask a few more aunts to help pick in the afternoon. Then they will have to pick each one carefully. They will pick the red and big good fruits and deliver them to others. Don't pick the bad fruits.
Hair." Wang Yanmei said.
When Wen Shanshan heard that she was going to pick bayberry trees in the afternoon, she had never seen what bayberry trees looked like in real life.
"Can I also pick it in the afternoon?"
"No, no, there are many mosquitoes on the mountain and they bite very hard. You have to go up the tree to pick them. Shanshan, you can't do it." Wang Yanmei refused. Shanshan is a city girl. Whether she can climb trees is another matter.
Once you fall from the tree, something bad will happen.
It would be different if you were a child who grew up in a village. You had nothing to play with when you were a child. Tree climbing is one of the few interesting activities. It is almost a must-have skill for everyone. You are very proficient in tree climbing.
Wen Shanshan was rejected and felt a little disappointed. She really wanted to try picking bayberries with her own hands.
Xu Qingzhi glanced at her and said, "Mom, I'm going to pick some bayberries to make sour plum soup in the afternoon. I'll pick whatever I can find under the tree. Shanshan, do you want to help me pick it together?"
Wen Shanshan's eyes lit up, her idol was so kind to her.
"Okay, okay, Qingzhi, I'll go with you."
The crow standing on the light bulb shook his little head. How could this woman be so happy when her master called her to work? It’s really incomprehensible.
It chatted with the white cat on the ground.
"Gah~" The master has not been active in work recently!
The white cat pretended not to hear and played with the hemp rope under its paws.
Xu Qingzhi raised his eyes and glanced at the crow, and the crow flew away with a "QQQQ~" in its mouth.
Kill the crow, kill the crow, the master’s eyes are going to kill me.
After lunch, Xu Fuqiang washed the dishes, and the couple drove out to help again.
The sun is shining brightly in the afternoon, which is not suitable for picking bayberries and shipping them out.
Xu Qingzhi discussed it with her parents and decided that the temperature would be just right before the sun goes down. As long as more people are called, it would be quick to pick hundreds of kilograms.
She and Wen Shanshan went to the back mountain to pick some bayberries and make sour plum soup.
Wen Shanshan likes to drink sour plum soup very much, and she especially wants to learn how to make it.
Xu Qingzhi asked Wen Shanshan to make sour plum soup, and she was there to guide her.
The method of making sour plum soup is also very simple, there is no technical content, just process the bayberry and hawthorn well.
Put more than half of the water in the pot and bring to a boil. Add bayberry, hawthorn, and licorice one by one and continue to boil. After boiling, stir a few times, then reduce to low heat and simmer for a few dozen minutes.
After it cools down a bit, pour the sour plum juice into a glass wine barrel. When you want to drink, just unscrew it and drink.
Xu Qingzhi took a cup and gave it to Wen Shanshan, glanced at the person sitting under the persimmon tree outside the door, took another cup and handed it to her: "Bring a cup to your brother."
Wen Shanshan realized later that she had been following Qingzhi and forgot about her brother. She stuck out her tongue and whispered: "Qingzhi, fortunately you reminded me. I even forgot that my brother is still here.
I'll take it over quickly."
"Go quickly." Xu Qingzhi smiled.
Wen Shanshan went out with a cup of sour plum soup, "Brother, the sour plum soup Qingzhi taught me to make has been cooled down without burning your mouth. Can you try it?"
She thought, since her brother could eat bayberry, this sour plum soup shouldn't be a big problem.
But when she thought about her brother's special health, she still observed him carefully.
Wen Siran has drunk sour plum soup before. He doesn't like sour food, so what he tastes in his mouth is sour plum soup with a lot of rock sugar added. Just smelling the taste will make him feel overly sweet.
But this sour plum soup doesn't do that. Almost as soon as you get close, you can smell a faint scent of bayberry, which makes people feel refreshing and comfortable.
He directly took the sour plum soup and took a sip. When it entered his throat, it was sweet but not greasy, with a light hawthorn flavor.
"Did you add rock sugar?" he asked.
"No, originally I was worried that you were afraid of sourness and wanted to add rock sugar. But Qingzhi said that the bayberry tastes good, and adding sugar would cover up the taste of the bayberry itself, so I didn't need to add it." Wen Shanshan saw that her brother could swallow it, so she didn't ask for it.
The reaction of spitting it out made me feel relieved.
In the past, no matter what food she gave to her brother, her brother's first reaction was to refuse.
Now her brother has begun to accept eating and eats it. Maybe in the near future, her brother will be able to eat completely normally.
Wen Shanshan also took a sip herself. Well, the sour plum soup she made was delicious.
Xu Qingzhi also came out with a cup of sour plum soup and sat on a lounge chair under the persimmon tree.
"Qingzhi, this sour plum soup tastes delicious. It seems to taste even better than yesterday." Wen Shanshan said happily.
Xu Qingzhi added Lingquan water to the sour plum soup. The taste must be better. She replied: "Maybe if you make it yourself, it will taste better."
"Hahaha, yes, everything I make has a filter on how it tastes. When I was a kid, my science textbooks came with pea seeds. I planted just a few of them. I didn't like peas, but they tasted delicious.
"Wen Shanshan took a few more sips of sour plum soup.
She was blowing the wind and looked at the large green vegetable field in front of her. Looking further away, there were yellow rice fields and green mountains. It was so comfortable.
Xu Qingzhi has also planted peas, winter melons, sunflowers, etc.
When I was in elementary school, computers were given in math classes, colorful drawing paper was given in art classes, and seeds were given in science classes. The seeds provided were her inspiration for growing vegetables.
She studied a text at that time, which roughly means that as long as you grow your own vegetables and put in the work, even the vegetables you don’t like will taste delicious.
She was convinced, so she planted her least favorite loofah on the soil beside the wall of the old house. The loofah vines grew all the way along the wall of the old house, growing all over the wall and producing many loofahs.
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After the loofah was ripe, her mother picked some fresh loofah and fried it.
Xu Qingzhi vomited after tasting it. She realized that what the textbook said was false and that it was something she didn't like to eat, but she still didn't like it.
However, her mother loved to eat loofah, and it was quite delicious, but later the loofah had too many knots and she couldn't finish it.
Just let those loofahs grow old, hang them directly on the vines to dry, and then pick them off when there is no moisture at all.
The loofah is now empty and not as heavy as fresh loofah. Tap the dried shell a few times and shake it up, down, left and right to shake out the seeds. Remove the head of the loofah, peel it clean, discard the seeds, and cut it into pieces.
A piece of loofah pulp can be used to wash dishes.
Until now, most families in the village still use loofah ladles to wash dishes, which is clean and environmentally friendly.
Xu Qingzhi thought of the loofah she had moved out of the space and planted. She planned to take a rest and cut some bamboo poles back when she had nothing to do in the afternoon so that they could be used when building a shelf.