Chapter 119: Rape Flowers and Bamboo Forest

The scale of this bamboo forest is not big, not small, long and short, and it occupies about one or two acres of land.

Entering the bamboo forest, the air suddenly became humid, and there was a smell of fermented bamboo leaves in the forest. Stepping on it, it was soft.

It is now early April, and many spring bamboo shoots have grown more than a meter high. The Aunt avoided these familiarly and only picked the small and tender ones.

Aiming at it, one hoe went down, and a chubby bamboo shoot was pried out directly.

For Qiao Qiao, this seemed to be a treasure hunt game. He also took a hoe and dug whichever one looked chubby.

The Aunt laughed when she saw it: "Our Qiao Qiao is getting more and more capable now!"

"That's right," Song Tan said proudly: "I taught him everything."

Indeed, she taught most of it.

Qiao Qiao's situation, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng at home, if you let him do some washing and scrubbing, it's inevitable that he will be a bit spoiled.

Besides, they have a lot of work to do every day, and they rarely have the leisure to teach their son bit by bit.

After teaching for two sentences, they would both collapse.

But Song Tan is different. Not to mention anything else, her patience is top-notch now. If you don't learn it once, then twice; if you don't learn it twice, then four times... Farming, actually, you still have to do more.

Taking him with her for everything, after a long time, Qiao Qiao himself became much more flexible.

The Aunt sighed while digging bamboo shoots: "I especially hated this bamboo forest when I was a child."

"Why?" Song Tan didn't understand.

Her memory of this bamboo forest is about when she was a child, Song Sancheng tied two hemp ropes to the bamboo, and then put a wooden board in the middle, so he could make a simple swing for her to play here.

When she was a little older, she could also pull a hammock in the summer. The hammock was bought for two yuan and accompanied Song Tan through many summer days.

If it weren't for the time she was swinging on it, and a chubby green worm shook down from the bamboo leaves onto her face... I'm afraid this beautiful memory would have lasted for a few more years.

The Aunt sighed: "Your childhood days were already considered better, and there were many ways to earn money, but before you were born, this kind of bamboo was also wanted by people, eight cents a root."

"Your grandfather was responsible for cutting bamboo in the bamboo forest, and your grandmother would chop off all the branches on the bamboo branches."

"As for me, I didn't have to do any heavy work, but I had to drag this long bamboo all the way to where people collected goods."

"Don't look at our bamboo here not being as thick and strong as the bamboo in the south, but it was heavy... I could drag at most two or three roots at a time... After a day, my legs were so swollen I couldn't lift them."

This is real rural life.

Song Tan was silent for a while and then asked: "What about my dad and the others?"

Song Hongmei laughed: "Could your dad and the others run away? They were responsible for loading the bamboo onto the car for people. That was really a heavy job. After a day, their waists couldn't straighten up."

"Tan Tan, don't look at your Eldest Aunt being annoying, she also suffered with your Eldest Uncle in the early years."

Song Tan said "Hmm".

She has seen a lot. Everyone is a different character in the eyes of different people. No need to force it, just seek peace of mind.

She originally thought the Aunt would say something sentimental, but didn't expect the Aunt to change her style:

"It's just that your Eldest Aunt is getting older, and her brain is getting worse!"

"Your grandma planted three ridges of lettuce, adding up to fifty or sixty stalks. I see her posture, and she wants to pull them all—how does she plan to eat them?"

"I just said, you can't stay at home to take care of children and do housework every day when you are old. If you can't dance square dance, you can go set up a stall, which is better than squatting at home. No quality at all..."

The Aunt was obviously full of resentment, muttering: "Is it easy for your grandma to grow vegetables?"

Song Tan laughed:

"Yes, Aunt is still good at living. These spring bamboo shoots can be blanched and dried at home, and they can be eaten for a long time!"

"Yes." The Aunt missed looking at this bamboo forest: "No one has bought bamboo for ten or twenty years. You see, it grows densely in the bamboo forest. Too much is not good. Dig more when you see spring bamboo shoots, and clear a space for them."

On the side, she was also pondering: "This tender bamboo shoot heart can be sliced obliquely and blanched, then stir-fried with pickled peppers and beef. Oh my, this is so appetizing!"

Thinking about it again: there are lettuce leaves!

"Eat this pickled pepper bamboo shoot tonight, plus stir-fried lettuce leaves. Just steam an egg with locust flowers, and make locust flower cakes tomorrow..."

Thinking about it this way, it seems like there is food for half a month, saving hundreds of yuan in food expenses!

The Aunt calculated the account in her heart, and the hoe was swung more and more diligently!

Song Tan didn't have any thoughts about these spring bamboo shoots originally. Cultivation is difficult, and she hasn't been willing to give too much spiritual energy here this year, but after the Aunt said this, she couldn't help but be a little greedy.

Just pondering to let Qiao Qiao dig two more home, she saw this silly child drilling out of the bamboo forest, holding a handful of rape flowers:

"Sister, eat for you."

On the side, he casually broke off a piece of vegetable moss and ate it.

Song Tan also laughed: "When I was a child, my mom always stir-fried the flower buds and vegetable moss of this rape flower, and I didn't like to eat it."

The Aunt laughed: "When you were a child, the family had to consider eating a meal of meat, and they were still farming. Where was the time to be picky? It must not have been delicious."

"It's different now. What's the saying? Health preservation!"

The Aunt has been setting up a stall in the city for decades, and her skill in making egg pancakes is unknown to what extent, but her cooking skills are obviously honed to be very excellent by her stingy spirit.

Looking at the rape flowers now, she thought of several dishes:

"Let me tell you, pull a handful of rape flowers, and go to the mountain to see if there are wild onions, dig one back. Blanch the rape flowers and boil them, then cut the onions, chop the ginger and garlic, take some chili powder, soy sauce, vinegar, white sugar, MSG, etc., mix them after they are cooked, and then put this onion in, pour some sesame oil... it's delicious!"

This description...

Song Tan just thought about it, and her saliva was about to flow out, but...

"Aunt, your method of mixing vegetables, mixing shoe soles is also fragrant."

The Aunt laughed: "Then it's also delicious to use this to make poached eggs. Cut the rape flowers into ends, mix with eggs..."

"If it doesn't work, the rice soup when your family cooks rice is boiled, and then put the rape flowers in, sprinkle some green onions, pepper powder, etc..."

Speaking of careful calculation, the Aunt is really an expert. None of the ingredients used are expensive, but she can make things delicious.

Song Tan sighed: "Aunt, you know so much..."

The Aunt laughed: "What is this, you haven't seen the big banquet in our village before, that master, amazing!"

"Whatever is at hand, he can make good dishes. One year, the big banquet in spring made fish tail stewed with rape flowers. Oh my, it was praised endlessly!"

"I remembered it for decades."

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