Chapter 551: Too Many Pumpkins!

There were really too many pumpkins in the field.

No, to be precise, it wasn't that many.

At the beginning, no special land was allocated for planting pumpkins, just planting a dozen or so in front of and behind the house, and planting some in the corners of the fields on the mountain.

Wu Lan didn't count how many there were.

After all, pumpkins are the kind of thing that you can just scatter seeds on a wasteland and don't need to manage, they will grow themselves.

It's not like other people's large-scale planting, which requires picking buds and topping—picking buds was done, all went into the stomach.

As a result, these pumpkins were extremely promising, growing big, fat, and long. Other people's pumpkins were about four, five, seven, or eight jin, but hers, the smallest were over ten jin! And they grew many on one vine.

They couldn't be eaten in a short while!

If not careful, many pumpkins would ripen and fall, and then start to rot in the field. Fortunately, they were discovered in time, but not many rotted, and they could still be eaten after cutting and peeling.

Even so, it was enough to make people feel heartbroken.

But Professor Song and his group had a very clear positioning of themselves, so they dared not speak out.

The same action was repeated, and when letting go, Tang Xiaodong's arms were trembling.

It wasn't living in a corner, having any neighbors, it was reasonable to send some to neighbors for human relations.

Seventh Uncle snorted: "Are you telling them? You're teaching Song Tan—come Song Tan, teach him how to dry pumpkin strips today."

The old Song family was very annoyed.

It wasn't that the pumpkins were bad, it was really that they had eaten them until they were hurt when they were young.

Pumpkin buns, pumpkin cakes, pumpkin soup, pumpkin rice, pumpkin stewed meat...

It was outrageous.

Saying to peel the pumpkin, without a word, they moved a stool, hugged the pumpkin, and started peeling. The whole family went into battle, and with a thousand jin of pumpkins, they were peeled clean in an hour.

So he started rummaging through the old pumpkins.

It had to be said, Professor Song and his group were truly cheap and beautiful... ah no, truly easy to use... also wrong!

Seventh Uncle was instantly invigorated again: "Who said they can't be eaten? Come, come, come, all of you go peel them!"

As a result, the golden pumpkins couldn't be piled up, so they could only lay out a plastic sheet and put the pumpkins on top.

Looking at Qiao Qiao's family again—good heavens, the nimble strength of Wu Lan and Song Sancheng holding kitchen knives and quickly peeling was not to mention, and when the pumpkins were put down, they were like nothing happened, even Song Tan didn't feel tired, but was happy!

Except for the excavator guy—newly arrived, eating eight bowls of rice every day without picking!

It wasn't that the villagers loved to take advantage, it was just that Qiao Qiao had confidence in his own things—so delicious, it was impossible to stop after eating once, right?

So that afternoon, the young man didn't do anything else, just peeling pumpkins, cutting pumpkins, digging out pumpkins... finally, he made another cut on the pumpkin ring to open a mouth, and hung them all on the bamboo hanging the dried cowpeas before.

But this wasn't any heavy work.

Seventh Uncle was still a bit regretful: "Actually, pumpkin skin can also be used to make dishes..."

"Tan Tan, move a small winnowing basket here, don't throw away the pumpkin skin, feed it to the pigs later."

Still Song Tan asked: "Since they can't be eaten, can't we steam two and send them to the few treasures, they love eating cooked pumpkin?"

It was delicious, really delicious, but everyone's mouths had been raised to be picky, and after eating for a few meals, they raised opinions: "Seventh Uncle, make something else..."

Neighbors, if they come to ask next time, should the family give or not give? If giving, giving like this every time, how can they bear it?

It was only eating pumpkins for three days, how could they get tired of it? They still had them!

Neighbors, if they come to ask next time, should the family give or not give? If giving, giving like this every time, how can they bear it?

It was only eating pumpkins for three days, how could they get tired of it? They still had them! Seventh Uncle snorted: "Who are you telling? You're teaching Song Tan—come Song Tan, teach him how to dry pumpkin strips today."

Cutting to the belly, revealing pumpkin seeds one by one, each symmetrical and full, making Wu Lan take a fancy to them at a glance: "These pumpkin seeds, if fried, must be fragrant!"

In this way, this batch must be consumed quickly.

Seventh Uncle also felt so, so he took a separate stainless steel basin: "Cut first, wait a while and dig all the pumpkin pulp into this, just in time, the pumpkin seeds accumulated in the past few days haven't been fried yet."

The pumpkins grow when they see the wind, and now half a month has passed, they have grown old! Oh my, tender pumpkins are so delicious when stir-fried, how could they forget!

If not giving, it's even more inappropriate.

He was angry: "Aren't there many rotten ones? Take those rotten ones, cut and peel them to feed your few treasures, these good pumpkins are big and taste good, isn't it a waste to take them over? In the past fifty years, if I could eat such pumpkins, I would have to thank God in my dreams."

The young man looked at the pumpkins piled up in half a room, and Sister Yanran took the initiative to roll up his sleeves: "I'll do it, I'll do it! I'm the best at peeling!"

Long pumpkins, they don't need to be cut open, just cut in circles, only they don't look as soft as imagined, and need some force.

The master and apprentice looked at each other—aren't they trained in the field? Why do they seem so useless in comparison?

It was Seventh Uncle who was happy: "Still, more people work nimbly... come, come, come, cut the pumpkins into slices again. Pay attention to how thick I cut, just follow that."

"Oh! Forgot!"

Actually, pumpkins are durable, it's nothing to pick them and eat a meal after a while, but the problem is that the pumpkin vines in the field are not old, even still growing, and there are some pumpkins that are half-tender and half-old, also on the vines.

Not to mention anything else, just Da Wang's size, it's no problem to finish one.

Sister Yanran moved, and Tang Xiaodong and others also picked up peeling knives—as for Seventh Uncle, Song Sancheng, and others, such big pumpkins, peeling knives aren't as nimble as their kitchen knives.

As a result, they were stopped by Hong Dan—the taste of the things was too good, villagers easily ate them, what if they take the initiative to ask how to do it next time?

Seventh Uncle was even more regretful—after fishing, he thought of picking some tender pumpkins to stir-fry, but he did pick them, but only ate a few meals, and when things got busy, he forgot!

But if mentioning money, let alone whether it's appropriate in the village, just say the lowest price of seventy a jin, based on the consumption concept of the left-behind middle-aged and elderly in the village now, even if they drool on their pillows at night, they might not be willing to spend that money.

"Tan Tan, how about selling the pumpkins? They are delicious." Wu Lan couldn't bear to waste food.

When this was said, Qiao Qiao hurriedly opened his mouth: "I won't eat! I've eaten for several meals!"

It's cute, actually couldn't find an advantage in the old Song family.

In short, they really worked very hard! ===== CHAPTER 552 =====