Song Tan Jishi

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

At this time, there is really nothing to sell except vegetables from the fields. The only people on the mountain who eat every day are those who pick vegetables. Master Jiang and his wife decorate their own nest. They are happy every day and do not feel deserted at all. .

Daughter-in-law Du Mei is having a great time chatting with the old Song family. Seeing that the sun is quite warm today, she came down the mountain early in the morning to help wash the radishes for her seventh cousin Aunt Lianhua.

These were a batch of green-skinned radishes that had just been pulled out in the morning. Not long after she and Aunt Lianhua had washed them, they couldn't help but use their nails to pick out the slightly thick skin, and then "clicked" it.

The thick skin of the radish can be peeled off by digging a little, but this obviously requires some energy from the radish itself. The one Du Mei is holding is easy to peel, but it tastes a bit spicy.

 But... the spiciness is what I felt afterward. Now I can’t stop eating it in my mouth. It’s really refreshing! It's watery and crispy, not to mention moisturizing under the warm sunshine of this dry winter day.

But her stomach wasn’t very good either. She had eaten half of it and finally gave it to Master Jiang.

Jiang Xiaokang took it familiarly, chewed it, and then paused: "Master Song, let's make some shredded radish for lunch?"

"Okay!" The seventh cousin waved his hand: "Let Qiao Qiao do it. He hasn't exercised during this time and his hands are going to be raw."

　　"Qiao Qiao cut it?" Du Mei couldn't bear to part with it: "It's so dangerous to cut radishes! How can we let children do it?"

Master Jiang was stunned: "Our daughter is at home, and you ask her to cut potatoes!"

"That's different!" Du Mei said: "Your daughter is not afraid of anything. How can she be troubled by chopping potatoes? But with so many people eating, Qiao Qiao is so tired!"

There is no one on the mountain recently, so Master Jiang and his wife can't be left eating in silence, so everyone sits together at noon.

When Qiao Qiao heard that she had a job, she was particularly confident: "Aunt Du, don't be afraid! I chop very slowly! My seventh cousin taught me that when cutting vegetables, my knuckles are pressed against the back of the knife, and my fingers step back after each cut... Do not worry!"

What he said was very reassuring, so Du Mei remained silent.

Qiaoqiao came over and looked at the large pot full of radishes, wondering: "Should they all be cut into shreds? Then I might not be able to finish them at noon."

"No." The seventh cousin handed him the small pot next to him: "You cut the big radish in this pot, and we plan to pickle the small ones here."

This kind of green and white-skinned radish can be pickled whole regardless of its size. It's just that if it's too big, it's easy to not pickle it thoroughly. So I went to the field early in the morning and pulled some about the same size.

 Wait until the morning to wash and dry the radishes, and then they can be pickled directly in the afternoon.

The water from the well was warm when pumped up, not too cold. We all used gloves to rub the radishes and successfully washed out a large basin of mud.

This job is quite magical. Even Teacher Tang, who always only talks but does not do anything, couldn't help but sit there. He also found a pair of gloves and came to work together.

Of course, what she did was not wash the radish, but break off the radish leaves from the radish -

That "click" sound is particularly crisp and healing!

 When the radish is finally rinsed, the preparation is complete.

Several large pottery jars for pickles have been prepared. The reason why we haven't started yet is because the peppers in the greenhouse haven't grown yet. I have finally matured a bit now. Although it is still not enough, I can still taste it.

Thinking of this, the seventh cousin called out again: "Tantan, can you take the time to go to the town to buy dozens of kilograms of peppers? All of them are large, small, thin-skinned, and thick-skinned. Then we can pickle them directly."

The smaller one can eat the spicier one, while the larger one can be eaten by picking up the whole chili pepper. It’s so beautiful!

"Okay!" Song Tan took out his mobile phone: "I'll tell them to save some good ones for tomorrow."

 And here, the broken radish leaves cannot be wasted. Although it is already long, tall and a bit old, as long as you pick out the old and bad leaves, wash and dry the rest and pickle them with the water along with the radish, the taste will still be good!

There were many people, so the work didn’t feel boring. It was done quickly while talking and laughing. But at this moment, a call came from the door:

 “Ulan! Ulan!” But it was Li Lanhua calling her:

“I heard that your house has a stone slope? Have you seen the orange trees over there? Are you free after lunch? Let’s pick oranges!”

"Huh?" Ulan was stunned: "Are there orange trees on Shitushipo?"

"Yes!" Li Lanhua was very sure: "Their village is so cute that they grow oranges. The three-wheelers usually sell their oranges for two yuan a pound."

“Is it sour?” she asked cautiously, because few people in Yunqiao Village seemed to be planting orange trees.

"It's not sour!" Li Lanhua vowed: "Our local oranges have thick skin, but they are quite flavorful and a little sour. You can definitely eat them... Are you going? If you go, I'll call you after lunch. "

Wulan turned around and saw that whether it was Aunt Lianhua, Teacher Tang or Du Mei, everyone had bright eyes!

 Apparently picking oranges with your own hands is very interesting to them.

She responded decisively: "Go! We can finish eating at 12:30, and we will be together then!"

"Okay!" Li Lanhua successfully found a few companions, and she was also very happy now: "You can get a few more big bags, one yuan a pound, our family alone will have to pick thirty or forty pounds."

“Thirty or forty kilograms?!” Ulan was surprised: “Can you finish it all after picking so much?” I’m afraid it might go bad.

However, Li Lanhua is very confident: "Why can't you! Our local oranges are very durable, so they can be picked for the Chinese New Year. Besides, they only cost one yuan per catty, and the sugar oranges during the Chinese New Year cost six or seven yuan!" "

 That’s true!

It’s only one yuan per catty. It seems like a big loss if you don’t take advantage of it. Ulan also nodded in agreement: “We have a lot of family members, so I will pick more and put them away.”

Song Tan was quite happy to hear this - she would plant orange trees on the mountain next year, but it was obviously not the same market as the one in Shitoupo, so she just wondered:

 “Can I make money with this dollar per pound?”

"Hey!" Li Lanhua said casually: "It's not a serious orchard, even if there is an empty field in front of the house, just spend a small amount of money to plant some orange seedlings - don't you think you can make money by raising it in a few years? ?"

He also talked about the specific situation: "This old lady is at home alone, and she can't sell the oranges after picking them. So we just pick them for anyone who wants them. It's one yuan cheaper than if they sell them door-to-door."

Song Tan listened thoughtfully.

But the seventh cousin had an idea: "Pick more and make some rock candy oranges for Qiaoqiao when we get back! In the autumn, he wanted to eat hawthorns, but he forgot to buy them."

 Update 2, good night! The oranges from the village next to us are at this price, they are quite delicious and they are really durable (I remember I said that)