Chapter 806: Pickled sweet potato vines

In the village, as long as you want to do things, there will always be endless work. The only difference is whether you are rushing for time and whether the work is tiring...

This is not it, early in the morning, the old men and women who couldn't sleep wrapped in thin cotton jackets and came to the old Song family's yard to find work. Song Youde, who had just moved in a few days ago, looked complicated: "Why, you plan to work for a day for 20 yuan?"

"That's not it!" The old ladies were very free and easy: "If you don't give that 20 and provide a meal, can we not come?"

"That's right! Didn't you say count this sorghum? When will it be counted?"

Now city people are also strange, what's not good to buy, buying sorghum grain by grain... The old Song family said 9.9 free shipping doesn't make money, that's true, I heard that this Fengfeng Express is very expensive, it is estimated that it is just to gather popularity...

Alas, doing business, no matter if it's online or offline, the first three steps are hard to kick! They understand!

Wang Lifen just came out of the bathroom after taking a hot bath—I have to say that Tan Tan's new house is quite comfortable to live in, taking a bath is not cold at all, and there is a ventilation fan, which is much better than her old house.

It can be seen that it is also quite good to enjoy what the children enjoy.

Now she is properly wrapped in a dry hair cap on her head, and because she is old and afraid of cold, she wrapped several layers of clothes, and then said:

"The packaging box hasn't returned yet, and there is no place to put it after counting!"

It's not just talking, but her daughter-in-law's wages were all given to her! Money is in whose hands, feelings are in whose hands, she cried movedly several times at night!

Looking at the baskets stacked on the shelves and the large glass jars all over the floor, Great-Uncle Seven couldn't help but worry again: "How can I finish eating this in one winter!"

The sun gradually rose, and the temperature was maintained at ten degrees, not hot or cold. Lianhua Auntie was busy in the kitchen, and she was sweating profusely again.

"A layer of salt, a layer of sweet potato stems, is that right?"

That "estimate" is like "appropriate amount" in all recipes, which is hellish difficulty for kitchen novices. But for Qiao Qiao, he didn't have so many thoughts, just estimate it, completely based on feeling.

This is really three melons and two dates, so that Lianhua Auntie has never understood in her life, she asks herself that she is not considered to spoil the child, how did the child's education become like this?

"Ah?" Qiao Qiao withdrew his hand blankly: "But Teacher Xin said that girls should not be frozen by cold water..."

This is not waiting for Great-Uncle Seven to say anything, he had already taken out a few bags of salt specifically for pickling vegetables from the warehouse:

Just in time, Zhang Yanping came over, and quickly said: "Can count! Can count! Our family has those smallest self-sealing bags, count and pack them first, and when the boxes arrive in the afternoon, put them in!"

After cleaning up those, she was not idle either, found a kettle specifically for boiling water, boiled a pot after another, and filled a large water storage bucket.

By the time the old men and women at the table had finished a bag of fermented rice wine, the water in the storage bucket had cooled, and the raw water on the basket had dried.

Moving to that point, Qiao Qiao suddenly realized: "It seems that the steps for pickling vegetables are the same!"

Great-Uncle Seven nodded with satisfaction: "You just pickle it like that!"

While washing, she said: "The water in the morning is cold, you child, don't touch it."

And now the children have their own families, the husband hasn't shown up for a year, and she has become a mother and daughter with her mother-in-law...

Great-Uncle Seven was not idle either, and was washing sweet potato stems with Qiao Qiao.

Once the pre-thawed fermented rice wine was taken out of the fresh-keeping cabinet, the slight foam left by the residual wine liquid and the soft sorghum wine fragrance soaked in also slowly melted into the tea fragrance, almost imperceptible.

Lianhua Auntie's movements were extremely agile, and she had already scrubbed them once, and was holding the sweet potato stems with both hands, draining the water and putting them into the basket on the side.

Even if some ingredients are different, the several key points are indeed the same—cannot touch oil, raw water cannot be there. Also, salt must be enough.

With work to do, everyone's movements became agile. Without Song Youde's arrangement, those who set the table set the table, those who moved stools moved stools, and Wang Lifen also took a few cups of tea leaf water from the hot water bucket on the side, which was fragrant!

The bright red rubber gloves rubbed the sweet potato stems inside, and the water splashed.

Tearing open the bag and sprinkling a layer properly, he turned his head, his bright eyes looking at Great-Uncle Seven:

"Look, is there raw water on the jar? Wipe it thoroughly first to be safe, then spread a layer of chili, ginger, and garlic."

The large glass jars specifically for pickling vegetables that were washed and dried last night were taken out by Qiao Qiao one by one—starting from sour cowpeas, they even had a room specifically used to store pickled vegetables.

Next is Great-Uncle Seven's education classroom.

"Do you want to pour more?"

The children spoke nicely, and when their own father's women leaked a few melons and dates outside, they gathered around like they had no bones.

For this, she was also cruel, and didn't want to pay for the children's marriage, so she broke off contact. According to the old saying in the village, children have children's faults, and as a mother, you shouldn't fail to give them face in big things...

So early in the morning, the old Song family's yard was lively again.

"Cut the ginger into slices, don't be too thin—about this thickness is fine."

It is difficult to describe your feelings for the old Song family in words—

You are agile, and after changing a few more basins of water, the sweet potato stems were washed clean.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sun was not big in the afternoon, they were spread out in the corner to let the morning wind blow. On the side were also washed bright red chili peppers, white fat garlic cloves, and ginger that had just been pulled and cleaned in the morning.

If the warehouse on the mountain hadn't been built with several rooms, it wouldn't have been able to fit!

Since the online store business started, the family is not necessarily complete, but the farm tools and packaging of various specifications are all available!

Whole baskets of sweet potato stems were poured into the large basin, and the cool water was released, washing away the dust that was invisible to the naked eye. ===== CHAPTER 807 =====

"Cut the ginger into slices, but don't make them too thin—about this thickness is fine."

It is very hard to describe in words your feelings for the Song family—

You worked nimbly, and after changing the water a few times, several large baskets full of sweet potato stems were cleaned thoroughly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the afternoon sun wasn't strong, they were spread out in the corner to be dried by the morning breeze. Beside them were bright red chili peppers that had been washed clean, plump white garlic cloves, and ginger that had been pulled and cleaned early that morning.

If it weren't for the several large rooms built in the mountain warehouse, they wouldn't even fit!

Ever since the online shop business took off, the house might not be fully stocked with other things, but farm tools and packaging of all specifications were definitely all there!

Whole baskets of sweet potato stems were poured into large basins, and cool, refreshing water splashed down, washing away the dust that was barely visible to the naked eye.