Chapter 914: Pickled Radishes and Picking Oranges

The most painful form was handed over to the most idle Yan Ran, and the old Song family returned to leisure.

At this moment, except for the vegetables in the field, there is really nothing to sell. The only people eating on the mountain every day are those picking vegetables. Master Jiang and his wife are decorating their little nest, happy every day, not feeling lonely at all.

And his wife Du Mei is now chatting happily with the old Song family. Seeing that the sun is warm today, she came down the mountain early in the morning to help Aunt Lianhua and Seventh Uncle wash radishes.

This is a batch of green-skinned small radishes pulled out early in the morning. She and Aunt Lianhua hadn't washed for long before they couldn't help but use their nails to peel off a layer of slightly thick skin and then take a "crunchy" bite.

The thick skin of the radish can be peeled off after being picked, but this obviously also requires the radish itself to be good. The one Du Mei is holding is easy to peel, it's just a bit spicy to eat.

But... the spiciness is a later feeling, now it's unstoppable to eat, really especially refreshing! Watery and crunchy, in this dry winter warm sun, it's moisturizing.

However, her stomach is not very good. After eating half of it, she finally handed it to Master Jiang.

Jiang Xiaokang took it familiarly and crunched it, then paused: "Master Song, let's make a cold radish salad for lunch?"

"Sure!" Seventh Uncle waved his hand: "Let Qiaoqiao cut it. He hasn't practiced for a while, his hands are going to get rusty."

"Qiaoqiao cut it?" Du Mei couldn't bear it: "Cutting radishes is so dangerous! How can you let a child do it?"

"Okay!" Li Lanhua successfully found a few companions, and was happy at that moment: "Bring a few more big bags, one yuan a jin, just our family has to pick thirty or forty jin."

"Okay!" Song Tan took out her phone: "I'll tell them to leave some good ones tomorrow first."

Only one yuan a jin, it seems like a big loss not to take advantage of it. Until Wu Lan also nodded in agreement: "Our family has many people, I will pick more to keep."

"Thirty or forty jin?!" Until Wu Lan was surprised: "Can you finish eating if you pick so much?" I'm afraid it will go bad.

That "crunch" sound, it sounds especially crisp and healing!

Until Wu Lan turned her head, only to see that whether it was Aunt Lianhua, Teacher Tang, or Du Mei, everyone's eyes were shining!

She responded decisively: "Go! We can finish eating by 12:30, let's do it together then!"

"Is it sour?" Li Lanhua said confidently: "Our local oranges have thick skin, but the taste is quite sufficient, there's just a little bit of sourness, you can definitely eat it... Are you going or not? If you go, I'll call you after lunch."

"Is it sour?" She asked cautiously, because it seems nobody in Cloud Bridge Village grows orange trees.

Thinking of this, Seventh Uncle called out again: "Tantan, take some time to go to town and buy dozens of jin of chili peppers? Big ones, small ones, thin-skinned ones, thick-fleshed ones, all of them, and pickle them directly."

Of course, what she is doing is not the work of washing radishes, but breaking the radish leaves off the radishes—

This work is quite magical. Even Teacher Tang, who only moves her mouth and not her hands, couldn't help but find a pair of gloves and work together.

Song Tan listened, thoughtful.

"One yuan a jin, can you make money?"

And Qiaoqiao heard that he had work, and was especially confident: "Aunt Du, don't worry, don't worry! I cut especially slowly! Seventh Uncle taught me, when cutting vegetables, press your knuckles against the back of the knife, cut one slice and move your fingers back... Don't worry!"

After washing these radishes clean and drying the water in the afternoon, they can be pickled directly.

She also talked about the specific situation: "That family has an old lady at home alone, she can't sell the oranges after picking them, so whoever wants them can go pick them, it's one yuan cheaper than people coming to sell them."

Qiaoqiao came over, looked at the big basin of small radishes, and troubled: "Do they all have to be cut into shreds? Then I might not be able to finish cutting them at noon."

"No." Seventh Uncle handed him the big basin next to him: "You cut the big radishes in that basin, we plan to pickle the small ones on this side whole."

After rinsing the radishes clean, the preparation work is done.

Now that they have finally matured a bit, although it's still not enough, it's good enough to make a taste.

Master Jiang was stunned: "My daughter is at home, and he still lets her cut potatoes!"

Song Tan was quite happy listening—she also wants to plant orange trees on the mountain next year, but it is obviously not the same market as Stone Slope, so she just wondered:

"Yes!" Li Lanhua was very sure: "Our village is really good at planting oranges. Usually, the three-wheeled carts shouting to sell are selling the oranges from our place, two yuan a jin."

He said it in a way that was very reassuring, so Du Mei didn't say anything.

"That's different!" Du Mei said: "His daughter is not afraid of heaven or earth, can cutting potatoes stump her? But with so many of us eating, Qiaoqiao will be so tired!"

The small ones can eat the spicy taste, the big chili peppers can be eaten whole, it's beautiful!

Several ceramic jars for pickling vegetables have been prepared. The reason why they haven't started is because the chili peppers in the greenhouse haven't grown yet.

"I heard your family leased Stone Slope? Did you see the orange trees there! Do you have time after lunch? Let's go pick oranges!"

The water drawn from the well is warm, not bone-chillingly cold. Everyone wore gloves and rubbed the radishes, successfully washing out a big basin of mud.

"Ah?" Until Wu Lan was stunned: "Does Stone Slope have orange trees?"

That's true!

And on the other side, the broken radish leaves cannot be wasted. Although they are long and tall and a bit old, as long as you pick out the old and bad leaves, wash the remaining ones and dry the water, and pickle them with the radishes, the taste is still good!

Obviously, picking oranges by hand is very interesting to them.

With many people, doing these chores doesn't feel boring. They were chatting and laughing and finished quickly. Just then, a call came from the door:

Seventh Uncle had an idea: "Pick more, we can make candied oranges for Qiaoqiao when we get back! He wanted to eat hawthorn in autumn, but forgot to buy it."

There is nobody on the mountain recently, so they can't always let Master Jiang and his wife eat coldly and quietly, so everyone eats together at noon.

"Yanjia! Until Wu Lan!" It was Li Lanhua calling her:

"Hey!" Until Wu Lan said casually: "That's not planted as a proper orchard, it's just that a piece of land in front of the house is empty, so spend a little money to toss some orange seedlings—look, won't it make money after a few years?"

However, Li Lanhua was very confident: "Why can't it! Our local oranges are durable, they can be kept until the New Year after picking, besides, it's only one yuan a jin, and those sugar oranges sell for three or four yuan during the New Year!"

This kind of green-white radish, no matter the size, cannot be pickled whole, it's just that they are too big and difficult to pickle through, so they went to the field early in the morning to pull some that were about the right size. ===== CHAPTER 915 =====