Wang Yanmei looked at the reminder of 100,000 yuan in her mobile phone and felt a little unreal. Then she felt a little happy, but more nervous, because she had never sold such expensive bayberries before.

"Okay, then mom will call a few more aunts to help pick the fruits in the afternoon. Then they have to be picked carefully, and only the big, red, good fruits will be picked and delivered to the deliverymen. The bad fruits cannot be sent." Wang Yanmei said.

When Wen Shanshan heard that they were going to pick bayberries in the afternoon, she had never seen what a bayberry tree looked like in real life.

"Can I pick some this afternoon?"

"No, no, there are a lot of mosquitoes on the mountain and they bite people a lot. And you have to climb a tree to pick them. Shanshan, you can't do it." Wang Yanmei refused. Shanshan was a city girl and whether she could climb trees was one thing, but it would be terrible if she fell from the tree and something happened.

It would be different for children who grew up in the village. When they were young, there was nothing to play with, and climbing trees was one of the few interesting activities. It was a necessary skill for almost everyone, and they were very skilled at climbing trees.

Wen Shanshan was rejected and felt a little disappointed. She really wanted to try picking bayberries by herself.

Xu Qingzhi glanced at her and said, "Mom, I'm going to pick some bayberries to make sour plum soup this afternoon. I'll just pick whatever I can find under the tree. Shanshan, do you want to help me pick them?"

Wen Shanshan's eyes lit up. Her idol was so nice to her.

"Okay, okay, Qingzhi, I'll go with you."

The crow standing on the light bulb shook its little head. It was incomprehensible that this woman was so happy to be called to work by her master.

It chatted with the white cat on the ground.

"Ga~" The master has not been very active at work recently!

The white cat pretended not to hear and played with the twine under its paws.

Xu Qingzhi raised his eyes to look at the crow, and the crow flew away with a "cackle" in its mouth.

Kill the crow, kill the crow. The master’s eyes are going to kill this crow.

After lunch, Xu Fuqiang washed the dishes, and the couple drove out to help again.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, which was not suitable for picking bayberries and shipping them out.

Xu Qingzhi discussed with his parents and decided to wait until the sun went down when the temperature was just right. As long as they called more people, they could pick hundreds of kilograms of fruits quickly.

She and Wen Shanshan went to the back mountain to pick some bayberries and made sour plum soup.

Wen Shanshan likes to drink sour plum soup very much and really wants to learn how to make it.

Xu Qingzhi asked Wen Shanshan to make the sour plum soup, and she gave her instructions.

The method of making sour plum soup is also very simple and does not require any technical skills. Just prepare the bayberry and hawthorn.

Pour more than half of the water into the pot and bring it to a boil. Add the bayberry, hawthorn and licorice one by one and continue to boil. Stir a few times after boiling, then turn to low heat and simmer for dozens of minutes.

After it cools down a bit, pour the sour plum soup into a glass wine barrel. When you want to drink it, just unscrew it and drink it.

Xu Qingzhi took a cup and gave it to Wen Shanshan, glanced at the person sitting under the persimmon tree outside the door, and took another cup and handed it to her: "Give your brother a cup."

Wen Shanshan realized it later. She had been following Qingzhi and had forgotten about her brother. She stuck out her tongue and whispered, "Qingzhi, it's a good thing you reminded me. I forgot my brother was still here. I'll quickly bring it over."

"Go quickly." Xu Qingzhi smiled.

Wen Shanshan went out with a cup of sour plum soup, "Brother, the sour plum soup that Qingzhi taught me to make has been cooled down so it's not too hot. Would you like to try it?"

But when she thought of her brother's special physique, she still observed him carefully.

Wen Siran had drunk sour plum soup before, but he didn’t like sour food, so the soup he tasted was one with a lot of rock sugar added to it. Just the smell of it was too sweet.

But this sour plum soup is not like that. As soon as you get close to it, you can smell a faint aroma of bayberry, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.

He took the sour plum soup and took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing without being greasy, with a light hawthorn flavor.

"Did you add rock sugar?" he asked.

"No, I was worried that you were afraid of sourness, so I wanted to add rock sugar. But Qingzhi said that the bayberry tastes good, and adding sugar would cover up the taste of the bayberry itself, so she told me not to add it." Wen Shanshan felt relieved when she saw that her brother was able to swallow it and did not show any reaction of spitting it out.

In the past, no matter what food she gave to her brother, her brother’s first reaction was to refuse.

Now her brother has begun to accept food and eat it. Maybe soon, her brother will be able to eat completely normally.

Wen Shanshan also tasted it herself. Hmm, the sour plum soup she made was delicious.

Xu Qingzhi also came out with a cup of sour plum soup and sat on the recliner under the persimmon tree.

"Qingzhi, this sour plum soup tastes so good. It seems to be even better than yesterday." Wen Shanshan said happily.

Xu Qingzhi added Lingquan water to the sour plum soup, and the taste must be better. She replied: "Maybe it tastes better because I made it myself."

"Hahaha, that's right. The things I make myself taste all filtered. When I was a kid, my science textbooks came with pea seeds. I grew them, just a few of them. I didn't like peas, but now they taste good." Wen Shanshan took a few more sips of sour plum soup.

She felt the wind and looked at the large green vegetable field in front of her. Looking further away, she saw yellow rice fields and green mountains. It was so comfortable.

Xu Qingzhi had also grown peas, winter melons, sunflowers, etc. before.

When I was in primary school, I was given a computer as a gift for math class, colorful drawing paper as a gift for art class, and seeds as a gift for science class. The seeds given as a gift were her introduction to growing vegetables.

She learned a text at the time, which roughly meant that as long as you grow the vegetables yourself and put in the work, even if you don't like the vegetables, they will taste good.

She believed it firmly, so she planted the loofah, which she hated the most, on the soil next to the wall of the old house. The loofah vine grew all the way along the wall of the old house, covering the entire wall and producing many loofahs.

When the loofah was ripe, her mother picked some fresh loofah and fried it.

Xu Qingzhi tasted it and vomited. She realized that what the textbook said was false, and it was something she didn't like to eat, so she still didn't like it.

But her mother loves to eat loofah, and it tastes delicious. But later there were too many loofahs and she couldn't eat them all, so she just let them grow old and hang on the vines to dry out, and only picked them when there was no moisture left.

The loofah at this moment is hollow, not as heavy as the fresh loofah. Tap the dried shell a few times, and shake it up and down and left and right to shake off the seeds. Remove the loofah head and peel it clean, pour out the seeds, and cut the loofah pulp into pieces and use it to wash dishes.

Until now, most families in the village still use loofah to wash dishes, which is clean and environmentally friendly.

Xu Qingzhi thought about the loofahs she had moved out of the space to plant, and planned to take a break. If she had nothing to do in the afternoon, she would go cut some bamboo poles so that she could use them when she needed to build the rack.

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(End of this chapter)