"Mom, should we move the kimchi jars onto the donkey cart? It's a bit crowded inside." Boss Yun looked at the kimchi jars in embarrassment.

Zhang immediately understood: Boss Yun and his men must have lined up their kimchi jars. The kimchi jars were all made of pottery, and to prevent them from bumping into each other, straw ropes were placed between the jars.

In this case, the kimchi jar will take up even more space.

"Put a few on the newly bought mule cart, and the rest will have to be put on the donkey cart." Zhang made the decision quickly.

After listening to Zhang's words, Boss Yun and the others started moving jars of pickles onto the car one by one.

Zhang washed her hands and began kneading the dough. By now, the dough had risen nicely. After she squeezed out the air inside, she evenly divided it into three equal-sized pieces.

Next, Zhang kneaded the dough into a ball. Using a rolling pin, she rolled it out to the size of a chopping board. She then evenly spread the prepared radish filling on top of the dough.

Finally, Zhang rolled up the dough layer by layer and cut it into rolls of the same size with a knife.

"Mom, we have put all the kimchi jars away." Boss Yun shouted from afar.

"Then add half a pot of water to the pot, put a bamboo sieve on it, cover it with a layer of cloth, cover the pot and start boiling. Call me when the water boils." Zhang kneaded the dough as she spoke.

"I understand, mother."

Boss Yun and his friends were busy as some went to get firewood, some went to find a comb, and some added water to the pot.

Zhang has been cooking for many years and is very skillful. She quickly kneaded the three doughs into dough, spread the radish filling on them, then rolled them up layer by layer, and finally cut them into radish rolls with a knife.

Zhang, thinking she'd already made the radish rolls, decided not to stir-fry. She washed a carrot and half a head of cabbage, then chopped them into very fine strips. Then, she placed the shredded carrot and cabbage in a clay pot.

Then, she added a suitable amount of salt, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili flakes to the clay pot, stirring with chopsticks. Finally, she added a few drops of sesame oil. A spicy and refreshing side dish was ready. Zhang covered the clay pot with a cloth and set it aside.

"Mom, the water in the pot is boiling, you can put the radish rolls in."

"Coming, coming." Zhang walked towards the iron pot holding the curtain.

The eldest Yun lifted the lid of the pot, the second Yun took the lid from Zhang's hand, and the third Yun continued to light the fire.

Zhang waited until the steam in the pot dissipated a bit, then she hurriedly put the radish rolls in. By the time the bamboo basket in the pot was full, there was still half of the radish rolls on the lid.

"I'll cover the pot and you guys continue to light the fire. I'll pick up the radish rolls when the time comes." Zhang took the lid and put it on the chopping board.

"I understand, Mom. Please sit down and rest for a while." Boss Yun looked at Zhang with concern.

"I didn't do much work today, so I'm not tired. But even though we were talking so loudly, we didn't wake up your father and the other two. It seems they are really tired."

"Mom, my dad has been in the city with Yiyi and Zirui for most of the day and bought so many things. He must be tired." Boss Yun said in a loud voice.

"Mom, I like the two mule carts Dad bought today. Mules are taller than donkeys, stronger than donkeys, and run faster than donkeys." Yun Lao San danced with joy.

"Mom, this time you, big brother, and dad don't have to push the cart. We will all drive the cart, and you won't be as tired as before." Yun Lao Er happily looked at the mule and donkey eating grass not far away.

"Mom is just as happy as you are. I've taken a close look at the donkey and mule carts your dad bought when he went to town this time. They're both very good. The donkeys and mules are both in their prime, ready to work."

"And in a year like this, donkeys and mules aren't thin, so the people who sell them must have fed them well."

"Speaking of the matching donkey cart, it's brand new, needless to say. I think the space is much larger than our donkey cart, so it can hold a lot more things." Zhang's analysis was very logical.

"Mom, I see that the carriage of one of our mule carts is much bigger than the other one." Yun Laoer is a good boy who observes carefully.

"Really? The two mule carts are not of the same size? I thought they were the same size." Zhang asked doubtfully.

"Mom, take a close look at the mule cart my father drives into town and the one we have at home. Are they different in size?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang, Yun Lao Da, and Yun Lao San all started to circle around the two mule carts.

"Mom, the mule cart Dad drives is indeed bigger than the new one." Yun Lao San sighed, touching his chin.

"If your second brother hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed this. When we eat, ask your father what happened. How can they not be the same size?" Zhang said in confusion.

"Okay, you two go help light the fire. I'll continue to pick the cabbages and radishes."

"Mom, how should we clean up? Tell us and we'll do it together."

Zhang glanced at the eldest brother Yun who was talking, and the third brother Yun who was restless beside him, waved her hand, and took them to work.

"You two should pack the remaining cabbages and radishes into baskets and then load them onto the donkey cart."

As soon as Zhang finished speaking, Yun Lao Da and Yun Lao San started working swiftly.

Zhang washed more than ten peaches in a clay basin and gave one to each of them. She took a bite of the peach and was surprised to find that although it was small, it tasted very good, fragrant and sweet.

At this moment, the three brothers of the Yun family lined up in a row, sitting in front of the stove, lighting a fire and eating peaches.

"Mom, the peaches my dad bought are so sweet." Yun Lao San became happier and happier as he ate. It had been a long time since he had eaten such sweet peaches.

"Yes, it's dry now, but the quality of peaches should be at its best. I didn't expect that peaches are so small and yet taste so good."

"This kind of peach is late-ripening and relatively firm, making it suitable for eating while it's still fresh. You can try one first to see how fresh it is, and then eat the peaches after dinner."

"I understand, mother."

"Mom, the steamed buns in the pot are smelling good. Are they cooked?" Yun Lao Er said hurriedly.

Zhang opened the lid of the pot and pressed the radish rolls with her hands, and the radish rolls quickly returned to their original shape.

"Boss, go and bring the curtain over." Zhang said hurriedly.

"Here I come, mother."

Zhang picked up the steamed radish rolls from the pot and placed them on the lid. After adding two scoops of water to the pot, she put the remaining radish rolls into the large iron pot and continued to steam them.

"Mom, the radish rolls smell so good and look delicious." Yun Lao San said as he smelled the fragrance of the radish rolls.

"Let it cool for a while, and then we'll eat after the next pot of radish rolls are steamed. Your father and the others should be waking up soon, right?" Zhang stretched her head to look at the grandfather and his three brothers who were sleeping on the mat.