Xu Qingzhi sorted the dishes ordered by customers in advance and wrote the weight of each to her mother.
The vegetables grown in each plot of land are also different. Wang Yanmei divided them according to vegetables and people, and took them to pick vegetables.
Grandpa and Wen Shanshan were nearby, helping to pick in the field in front of Yuanba Dam.
Xu Qingzhi took a look at the sour plum soup. Now that the sour plum soup had cooled down, she poured it all into the wine barrel she bought earlier.
After making the sour plum soup, Xu Qingzhi took the rotten bayberries he had picked out before and fed them to the chickens and ducks.
The days in summer are long, but the weather has been cloudy recently, and it started to get dark just after five o'clock. Xu Qingzhi poured the bayberries, and the chickens and ducks robbed for a while, and then returned to their nests after eating.
Xu Qingzhi used a clean bamboo basket to pick some more bayberries and gave some to his grandpa. There were also ten kilograms of bayberries that Shanshan ordered before, so he picked them all together.
After picking bayberries, she also went to help pick vegetables.
Tomatoes and cucumbers are still popular, and this time amaranth, eggplant and beans are also very popular.
There are lights on the land in front of Yuanba Dam and on the hill behind, but there are no lights on the hillside.
Xu Qingzhi was afraid that if it got later, it would be troublesome to pick it.
She stood alone in a row, and with a flick of her finger, more than a dozen beans fell into her bamboo basket.
Pick a basket full of long beans and put them aside.
Aunt Zhou looked at it and praised: "Qingzhi, you are quite fast at picking vegetables, much faster than our aunts."
"I'm used to picking beans before, and it will be quick as soon as I get used to it." Xu Qingzhi said calmly, and picked up another empty basket and continued to pick beans. There was a shelf blocking it, and the weather was not good. Everyone was busy picking vegetables, and no one would pay attention to Xu Qingzhi.
Know this side of things.
Therefore, this piece of land on the hillside is the fastest to harvest.
Everyone carried the baskets down the mountain again and again, and went to other places to help pick.
Xu Qingzhi was so tired that he sweated and coughed twice.
When Wang Yanmei saw it, she went to make a cup of cold medicine and asked her to rest over there. She whispered: "You haven't recovered from the cold yet. Just drink the medicine and go over there to rest for a while. It's just in time to talk to Si Ran."
Mom was making dinner, so she couldn't take care of him. They helped you, so you have to remember this feeling."
"I know, Mom." Xu Qingzhi took the medicine, sat under the persimmon tree, and said hello to Wen Siran: "You are here, Shanshan is helping me pick vegetables, right in front." p>
"I saw her, and she even called Brother Xiao to pick vegetables." Wen Siran smiled helplessly: "Shanshan has really troubled you these days."
"Shanshan helped me a lot." The implication is that it's not troublesome.
Xu Qingzhi looked towards the vegetable field and could see Wen Shanshan squatting and plucking onions, frowning and saying something to Jiang Xiao beside her.
In the vegetable field, Wen Shanshan was picking vegetables with Qingzhi's grandfather and Xia Liannan.
Later, when she saw Jiang Xiao coming, she would not let him have dinner unless she asked someone to come over for help.
When the old man saw this, he gave the land to the young man and went to pick vegetables on the other side.
Xia Liannan also wisely went to other places. Originally, she didn't need much water.
Wen Shanshan looked at Jiang Xiao with great disgust and muttered: "Why can't you even pull out a scallion? You are so stupid."
"Grab the lower part, shake it a few times and pull out the roots. The soil is not tight, it's very loose."
"Ah ah ah, how can you just pull out one or two green onion leaves like this!"…
"You ruined the vegetables Qingzhi grew, and I have no fun with you! Eat all these onions for me tonight."
"..."
Jiang Xiao lost his temper after being yelled at by Wen Shanshan. Fortunately, after a while, Xu Fuqiang came over and said: "Shanshan, the water and green onions are almost there, you go and play."
Jiang Xiao was exhausted: "Thank you, uncle!"
"Uncle, there are still more peppers to pick." Wen Shanshan grabbed Jiang Xiao's back collar and said, "Come with me to pick the peppers."
Jiang Xiao was enslaved by Wen Shanshan to pick peppers again.
These words fell into Xu Qingzhi's ears verbatim, and she burst into laughter.
By the time all the vegetables are picked, it’s almost seven o’clock.
Jiang Xiao was exhausted and sweaty. He had taken off his suit jacket a long time ago. His delicate white shirt and suit pants were stained with a lot of yellow mud. Even his hair style, which he had specially scratched before going out, was ruined.
Wen Shanshan was very satisfied when she and Jiang Xiao picked the vegetables. Tonight's meal was justifiable.
Some people started to clean the muddy vegetables, and some people packed them according to the orders.
Xu Fuqiang didn't keep Shanshan and Jiang Xiao busy. He first brought a bowl of sour plum soup to Xu Dongru, and then brought another bowl to Shanshan.
Jiang Xiao watched eagerly as Xu Fuqiang came over with drinks and gave them to the other two people before going back. He smelled the faint aroma of bayberry in the air and wailed: "Uncle, have you forgotten me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fuqiang brought out two more bowls, one for Wen Si and one for Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao tasted the sour plum soup with satisfaction, and his eyes lit up.
"It tastes really good."
Xu Fuqiang said politely: "You guys have a rest, there is nothing else to drink at home, drink some sour plum soup to quench your thirst."
Xu Qingzhi didn't rest, teaching others how to pack, and busy himself at the same time, making sure there would be no problems with these dishes.
After working for more than half an hour, I was finally done.
Wang Yanmei paid people's wages and wanted to keep people to eat. Everyone rushed back to cook for their families and didn't stay any longer. Some people drank a bowl of sour plum soup and left, and some people hurried home without even drinking the sour plum soup. Wang Yanmei came over with the money and gave Xu Dongru a fifty, "Dad, you also helped pick vegetables today, this is yours."
The old man pushed the money away and said, "No, no, it's ridiculous to help my granddaughter pick some vegetables and get paid for it. It's not easy for you to sell vegetables. I'll do as much as I can if I can help."
Wang Yanmei couldn't resist the old man, so she took the money and gave it to Jiang Xiao and Shanshan.
Shanshan stood up immediately, "Auntie, if you act like this, I will be embarrassed to come here to eat in the future!"
"Auntie, I don't need it either. I tried picking vegetables and I was quite happy. I kind of like picking vegetables." Jiang Xiao said.
Wang Yanmei looked at the boy who originally looked talented in suits and leather shoes, but now looked tired and sweating profusely, and felt a little certain that he was a capable and energetic person.
Xu Fuqiang was thinking the same thing.
"Hey, Xiao Jiang, how old are you?" Wang Yanmei asked.
Xu Qingzhi: "!!!"
What happened when she went to the mountains to pick beans.
Why did her mother suddenly call someone Xiaojiang?
"Mom, the meat won't taste good if it's stewed." Xu Qingzhi warned.
"Oh, yes, yes, there is still meat stewed on the stove. I have to go and put it away quickly." After being reminded, Wang Yanmei remembered that the meat had been stewed in the kitchen for a while, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
Xu Qingzhi smiled: "Everyone, please come in, we will eat soon."
Soon, a large table of dishes was gradually placed.
A bowl of spicy fried chicken with green onions, a bowl of red pepper fish, a bowl of garlic eggplant, a bowl of cucumbers, a bowl of stir-fried water spinach, ginger-flavored dried beans, stir-fried amaranth, and a bowl of tomato and egg clear soup.
Add a few green onions.
When Wang Yanmei brought the dishes to the table, Xu Qingzhi fried the last bowl of vegetables, fried bacon with pine mushrooms.
This bacon is different from the common smoked black bacon. Wang Yanmei’s bacon is made using fire-cured bacon.
The color of the bacon is golden and shiny, and the salt flavor is soaked in but it does not make people feel overly salty. The aroma of the meat is restrained...